#powerwolf fan fiction

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Posting Update!

Hello hello! Just wanted to pop in real quick with a schedule update for y'all!

I currently have 2 requests in the works, those will be published before any of the other updates:

The Anointing (Matthew Greywolf x Fem!Reader) SMUT - The second installment of The Sacrilege Series! Reader needs help unwinding after a particularly stressful work day, and what kind of High Clergy member would Father Matthew be if he didn't help his favorite Sibling melt away her tension?

Right Beside You working title (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF - Reader finds herself in Vessel's company as a storm rolls in. He's quick to act when he realizes that the woman he's secretly been harboring feelings for is scared by the weather. A cute evening ensues as he attempts to distract her.

I'm trying to have these two up by next week! Thank you guys so much for your patience and your continued support! Which fic are you more excited to see?

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #055

Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Yikes, no. Would you change your partner's hair color if you could? His hair color is not at all my choice; he can do whatever he wants with it, I don't want control over that. Have you ever written a poem for someone? More than once. Do you eat samples at the grocery store? Sometimes. Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? I have indeed; a childhood best friend was African American, and in high school I had a bestie of Asian lineage, but I don't know exactly what.

Have you ever been in a submarine? No. What's your homepage? Google. Is there anyone whose grave you visit? No; I want to visit my ex's mother's grave, but... I'm not about to reach out to his family and ask where she's buried and exactly where at the cemetery and I just have this insanely intense fear that I'd go and like by some miracle in timing, Jason was there too. I worry he'd think I was still stuck in the past and obsessed with him when in reality his mom just meant A FUCKING LOT to me and I want to feel like I've ACTUALLY told her goodbye and that our late night, hour-long phone call wasn't for nothing. I know I would have an ABSOLUTE breakdown in that graveyard, but I'd feel better afterwards. If you have kids, do you pack lunches or send lunch money? I don't, but if I did/by some miracle ever do, I'd pack them some lunch if they didn't like what was on the menu that day. That's what my mom always did, and it meant a lot to me, so I'd do the same. Do you think you have a “black sheep” in your family and who? Oh, that is EASILY me. Which family member are you closest to? My ma. Who are some of your favorite bands? I always mention Ozzy and Rammstein, so here's some other high rankers: Metallica, Marilyn Manson, Otep, Korn, Motionless In White, Powerwolf, In This Moment, Mother Mother, A Day to Remember, Cradle of Filth... there's a lot, man. Do you or have you ever written fan fiction? Nah, not my thing. Which of your friends is the most likely to get pregnant right now? Uh, idk. I don't know of any friends planning to have (more) kids. Do you like sushi? I've never tried it and don't want to, like I can nearly GUARANTEE I'd hate it. Have you ever made out with someone you weren’t dating? Nah. What is the name of the last band you discovered? Emigrate; it's Rammstein's lead guitarist's personal band. Would you rather go to a Katy Perry or Taylor Swift concert? Out of the two, Katy, but I'm not really into the idea of going to either. Do you call any of your friends by their last name? I call someone by a portion of their last name. Do you bite your toe nails? No, that is absolutely disgusting. Did you ever think you were going to wait until marriage to have sex? Yeah, that's literally the only reason I'm still a virgin lmao. I let go of that mindset years ago, though. Did you enjoy your high school prom/formal? I will ALWAYS cherish the memories Jason and I share regarding both proms, but the event itself is SO overrated. They just played shitty music and you couldn't talk to anyone without screaming at them. We just sat around and did our best to talk to friends. Only danced to the Cha-Cha Slide, but who the fuck doesn't dance to that lmao. OH WAIT NO we did the Cupid Shuffle too lmao. What are you most looking forward to? I am honestly pretty excited for Halloween this year. Playing RE2 with Girt will be a blast and maybe we can bake some cookies or something! What are you listening to? "The Man Who Made a Monster" by Dance With the Dead. Do you want a serious relationship? I'm in one of 'em, so yeah. When was the last time you were told you were cute? Yesterday by Girt. Whose picture did you last comment? Uhhhh one of my high school friends, I wanna say. Not sure. What does your mom call you? Usually Britt, sometimes my childhood nickname Twinkie lmao. Do you have a brother? What’s his name? Yeah; it's Robert but we call him Bobby. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? Who taught you? I don't remember how old I was exactly, I just know I was probably your average age and that it was my dad that taught me. If my dad did one thing right growing up, it's that he really seemed to like playing with us kids outside. T-ball/softball, bikes, swimming, basketball... we liked doing that kinda stuff with him. What’s one of the most painful lessons you’ve had to learn? People can ALWAYS change, and that it's not always a good thing. People can ALWAYS break promises, ditch you, forget about you, the whole nine yards. Favorite Play-Doh color? Ohhhh, the bright pink. :') What’s more fun to step on; pine cones, or leaves? BITCH stepping on a nice big thicc cronchy pinecone is a BALLER feeling. Animal crackers; yay or nay? Aw, yay. They weren't delicious or anything, but what a childhood vibe. They're nice every once in a while. Do you like spending time with your parents? I do. They're not gonna be here forever and I don't want them to die and I feel like I wasn't with them enough... even though I know that's exactly the case now, primarily with my dad. What’s the best “book-turned-movie” that you’ve seen? Hmmm... I don't know if this is THE best, but I personally thought The Hunger Games movie was a great representation of the novel. Book was still better, though. What’s the weirdest shaped cloud you’ve ever seen? Hm, not sure. Have you ever gone out of state for a concert? No. Who is the last person you slow-danced with? Jason. Would you ever put lawn gnomes in your front yard? No, those actually don't appeal to me at all. What I WOULD get is a few of those adorable meerkat figures I've seen where it's poking its head out of the ground, like please that is precious. Was your last kiss standing up, sitting down, or lying down? Standing. Are you excited for winter? I have NO words for my excitement over this nearing fall and then winter!!! Can you honestly say that you love yourself? Sigh, no. Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? He does all the time, though I do NOT see what he sees whatsoever. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? No, but one of my childhood best friends Kimberly was born literally a day before me. Pretty sure same year. I miss her, actually... Do you like to have long hair or short hair? I think I will eternally stand by the claim that chopping most of my hair off was one of the best decisions of my life, ha ha. I love having short hair. Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself? I know I do, frankly. Do you like musicals? Honestly musicals make me cringe SO hard, but I wish they didn't. It's just this automatic reaction to stuff like that that I've never been able to alter, even when I catch myself feeling it. Is your hair damaged? Nah, on god I think two hairdressers have said I have the healthiest hair they've ever seen lmao. Who was the last person you threw out of your life? My romantic ex and also ex-best friend Sara. There are times I miss her, but I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's just never going to work. We don't mix and some things just aren't worth repeatedly fighting for. Do you think you’ll marry your current significant other? In complete, total, deeply thought-out honesty, I do. I won't bet my life on it, but I genuinely am confident we'll get married. We just fit so, so well. What tattoos and/or piercings do you want in the future? Eh, I mention these a lot, so I'll give ya a tattoo idea that's not in the immediate future, but WILL happen: the Halo of the Sun symbol from the Silent Hill franchise, specifically the SH3 model. I'm probably gonna get it in the usual red and have it looked carved or burned into my skin, idk yet, but I MIGHT go blue instead because red is ALWAYS how I see these tattoos and drawing the symbol in blue is meant to be a curse on the game's god, and with how anti-religion I am, I think it'd be kinda cool. Idk where I wanna get it, though. The piercing I want the most is a pair of collarbone dermals, but I've been waiting for fucking years now to try and lose enough weight to where mine are pronounced again, because just my personal opinion, they look sorta weird without that definition. Do you want any cosmetic surgery sometime down the line, if you had money for it? I do: when I lose enough weight, I fucking have to get lose skin removal on AT LEAST my stomach or I will go fucking berserk and will absofuckinglutely never be okay with my body. I'm quite sure I'd end up wanting a breast lift, too, because of what massive weight loss does to like... everything, including your breasts. I don't know if this one is considered "surgery," but I am also very serious about getting lazer hair removal on my sasquatch-lookin man legs. The first time you dumped someone, was it hard? YES. I was a wuss and did it through a letter. LITERALLY RIGHT AFTER LYING ABOUT IF I WAS GONNA BREAK UP WITH HIM, TO HIS FACE. Middle school Brittany was a whole other breed, y'all. What’s one of you and your best friend’s weirdest but funniest inside jokes? oh god it's not appropriate but GODDAMN is it funny lmao Where was the very first kiss you had with the last person you kissed? In the living room of my old house. Has anyone seen you kiss the last person you kissed? Yeah, we're not secretive about it. Have you hugged someone within the last week? Girt, numerous times. When is the next time you will kiss someone? Most likely Thursday. That's mine and Girt's anniversary and he's coming over. Has anyone ever been more important to you than a family member? Yes. I basically fucking worshiped Jason when we were together. I put him above absolutely, positively everyone. Who’s the last person you talked to about sex? A doctor, but it was just to ask if I could be pregnant. My period is like, over two months late, but I'm absolutely positive I'm not pregnant since it's physically impossible. It's just got to be my body not reacting well to all the medicine changes I've been going through. Plus even before that, I got behind on my BC so that just fucked it up more. Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? I've actually sat in the back and passenger seats. The front time was how me and some other person were transported to the mental hospital that I'd been selected for that time, which was like an hour away. Even going to the one I usually was doomed to stay at that is literally in the same complex, you have to be handcuffed and taken by a police. It always felt so fucking weird and uncomfortable, like I was a bad person and being treated like a volatile, dangerous creature just for being so sick I wanted to kill myself. Who was the last person to be on a bed with you? Girt. Who is the last person that pissed you off? Truly pissed me off, Sara. Where is the biggest scar on your body? I actually don't know, but probably at the base of my spine where I had a cyst surgically removed. I can't see it so don't ACTUALLY know. Who was the last person to play with your hair? Girt. Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? At least two people. What’s your biggest turn on? Gotta be honest I'm not willing to share that. Have you ever seen a magic show? I know I did at least once as a kid at a bday party. What is your mother’s middle name? Also Marie. When was the last time you had your photo taken professionally? This past Mother's Day. How far from your house is the nearest supermarket? Literally like two minutes. Name all the people you know that you saw today. Just my mom, who I live with. What was your most physically painful injury? I'm sure in technicality it would be when I fainted and busted my chin open + broke some molars, but I have no memory of when I hit the floor. I honestly don't really even remember how much pain I was in when I awoke, so my more realistic answer is when I skinned the everliving fuck out of my knees tripping onto the road when chasing after my friend. They were cut so deep that the wounds had pus and my mom had to clean each knee like daily. Are you one of those people who gets jealous of boys/girls your current bf/gf dated? No; I've never understood this. Like, they broke up for a reason. I mean I GUESS I can see why if it wasn't your partner that did the breaking up with the ex, but still. Any drama in your life right now? Not really, no. Who have you hurt the most so far in your life? What did you do to them? Probably Mom, realistically... I've not always been the ideal daughter, I know that with certainty. I've said mean things to her in the past, once ran away and blamed it on her... stuff like that. I know I don't deserve her; she loves me so unconditionally and just refuses to give up on me. God I love my mom. Have you ever experimented with drugs? Which type and what happened? No, not into that stuff. Do you think the world would be a better place without the human race? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY. Would you kiss the last person you kissed, again? I wanna kiss him for the entire rest of my life ok What was the last movie you watched with your mum? Uh, good question. You’re in a race & in 1st place, but your friend just fell. What do you do? I don't even have to think about this, I am absolutely checking on/helping my friend up. That shit's way, way more important than a stupid ranking in a race. What was the highlight of your week? Ha ha this is gonna sound stupid to call a "highlight," but I just thought this was pretty cool: Girt and I went down a rabbit hole of watching Pawn Stars highlights on YouTube, primarily focusing on the biggest "holy grail"/historical items. I actually used to watch that show plenty with my mom and was really into it because I just LOVE that stuff, old random shit with incredible stories and all, and Girt and I were both kinda geeking out about how cool so many things were. It's unsurprising, but I never knew he was really into that stuff too, so it was nice to bond over something little but truly incredible like that. What states have you lived in? I've never lived outside of North Carolina, USA.

[sebastianshaw]

Although it's biologically impossible, and generally horrifying, I am very curious about how you would imagine a fan-kid between Sebastian and Pyro. We'll just say that Sinister mixed their DNA together on a whim and cloned a kid.

1) AT LAST sorry this took so long. And I still have two left!! 2) honestly at this point in Marvel, two cis dudes making a bio-baby is really the last thing I would question the possibility of Name: Rochester “Ches” Caspian Allerdyce. Pyro named him, obviously, though he claims that his choice of a grumpy asshole Bronte love interest is as much an homage to Shaw as to his own career as a romance novelist. Gender: Cis male General appearance: Tall and lanky like Pyro but you can see from his shoulders that Shaw is still one of his dads. All Shaw’s kids from this meme had DA SHOULDERS. His hair is curly and brown, his eyes are a lighter brown than Shaw’s, and he unfortunately inherited a lot of Pyro’s style sense, augmented with cowboy/western touches like fringes, buckskin, and plaid. It’s amazing, he manages to embarrass BOTH parents.  Personality: Laidback. Great guy to have a beer with. Chill as a cucumber til he’s not and bothered by nothing until it’s time for payback. Capable of both carefully and strategizing and thinking on his feet, both practical and “so crazy this just might work” style. He has two speeds----absolutely laidback, and high-energy lightspeed. But no matter what mode he’s in, there’s an intensity to him. It’s dormant most of the time, giving him a laidback cool-guy vibe, but when he’s in a situation where it’s need be, whether it’s in a room of high-powered politiciking and manipulation or an actual physical life-and-death emergency, this steely-eyed certainty in whatever he is doing comes to the surface, and he takes command, and people follow because it is human nature to go with the guy who is sure of himself in a crisis. Ches’s moral compass is a complex and inconsistent thing, and best described as group-oriented but selective about who is in that group. Raised in the community-centric, collectivist Krakoa, he tends to count all mutants as people he should protect and ally with even when he doesn’t know them, until they give him a VERY good reason (meaning, not something petty) to exclude them from his grace. If no other mutants are around, he tends to go next to those who he sees as deserving or in need, but also who can benefit him. He’s got a soft spot, but an equal mercenary streak, and he can be quite remorseless and compartmentalized when it comes to those he has chosen not to care about. In many ways, he takes “enlightened self-interest” more true to its original meaning than Shaw---the original meaning being that acting in the interest of one’s group also benefits oneself. And when the two DON’T coincide, it’s often unpredictable and situational which one he’ll choose over the other. So, during my last DnD Discord session, one of our guys was bargaining with this very scary salamander (not as in a cute newt but as in THIS) that he was in debt to. He talked his way out of it by offering to get this ring that would protect the salamander from cold damage, its big weakness. He goes and gets the ring, and he has a curse put on it. . . that makes the owner vulnerable to fire damage. The salamander is a being of fire and lives in a fire realm. He is not going to have a good time when he gets that ring. And this is the sort of thing I feel like Ches does whenever he is double-crossed or needs someone gone.  Special Talents: - His mutant power is to absorb and rechannel heat energy, from something as small as warming an object in his hands to shooting massive clouds of fire. Even the absorbing part can be dangerous, as Ches can easily kill someone by sapping all the heat from their body.. His codename is Mr. Fahrenheit, and yes he got it from the Queen song. -  He has a strong interest in travel and in bettering himself, instilled from both sides of his paternity, and to that end he’s accumulated an array of handy-dandy exotic survival skills for all sorts of situations. - Because he travels so much, he always has some of those tiny hotel shampoo bottles and complimentary toothbrushes and nail clippers and stuff at the ready and I like to think this has come in life-saving

levels of handy during situations they were never intended for. - He thinks he looks really cool on an electric guitar, but what he actually plays is the guiro. Doesn’t look half as rad, but he plays it with enthusiasm and pride! Who they like better: Pyro. Even if Shaw WASN’T Shaw, what kid ISN’T going to favor the dad who burns shit with them? Who they take after more: Pyro, but there’s still more Shaw under the surface than you see at first glance Personal Head canon: - He wasn’t actually raised by either bio-donor, but in a group of kids on Krakoa by people designated for the task of childcare. Pyro, Dom, and Shaw were more like uncles, with Pyro and Dom being more involved and Shaw being more distant, as one might expect. For instance, Ches slept over at Pyro and Dom’s place a lot. . . not so much Sebastian’s. But Shaw did damn well keep an eye on him in case he’d turn out acceptable. He thus far has not, but does seem at least made of slightly sterner stuff than Shinobi. - Asexual - Has a pet potoroo named Pootsy, because at his point in the future the potoroos have not only fully recovered from their endangered status, they’ve become pets. Pootsy is trained to sit on Ches’s shoulder and wears her own little brown leather cowboy hat. Yes, I gave him one because he’s Australian and I am a horrible stereotyper who must be stopped. - Thinks big woolly mountain goats are the coolest animal - Loves power metal retellings of historical or mythological events/figures, such as “The Tale of  Cú Chulainn “ by Miracle of Sound and “Beast of Gevaudan” by Powerwolf - Thrifts for vintage ashtrays, religious iconography, and absolute kitsch like enamel Garfield necklaces - Likes desert aesthetics and media that focuses around fictional diseases, supernatural or mundane (12 Monkeys, Outbreak, 28 Days Later, Sweet Tooth, zombie virus stuff, etc.) - Watches Peaky Blinders - Pet peeve is PROGRESSOPHOBIA Face Claim: N/A

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #420

lol blaze it (i’m funny i swear)

In your opinion, which fast food place has the best fries? Without a doubt, Bojangle's. Good. Shit. Are there hurricanes where you live? Yeah, they're common here. What do you hate the most about yourself? I'd really rather not get into this right about now. What song are you listening to right now? "Beast of Gévaudan" by Powerwolf. What was your first concert? Alice Cooper. Also my only concert. What’s your favorite Johnny Depp movie? Alice In Wonderland. Who did you last say “I love you” to? My sister. Do you like pumpkin pie? Anything pumpkin-flavored is a hell no from me. Do you know anyone named Austin? Knew, rather. Do you know anyone who is having a baby? My friend recently announced she and her husband are having their second child in December. What was the last thing you cried about? Just PTSD. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? I like both, but I prefer chocolate. Do you think you are an argumentative person? Definitely not. How many deep dark secrets do you have? Two or so, idk. What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Some wings at Buffalo Wild Wings with one of the hottest sauces. Wanted to die. ... Yet I continued to get that one whenever I went for years lmao. Who last called you sexy? I don't know. Would you class yourself as a good role model? In some ways, but in a lot of other ways, no. Are you scared of the dark? No. Do you have a motto? No. Who did you last see on webcam? The doctor that overlooks my TMS progress. Do you need a haircut? I need a trim for sure. How would you react if your mother told you that she was pregnant again? Well, considering 1.) she's way past menopause and especially 2.) she's had a complete hysterectomy, y'know... that's kind of impossible. She also hasn't been with a guy in many years, so she would have to be joking. You log into Facebook and see the red ‘1’ notification next to the message icon. Who do you want it to be? -___- Would you rather exercise alone or with other people? ALONE. You will NOT see me exercise in front of other people. What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? The most involved is DEFINITELY World of Warcraft, and I guess you could consider it the hardest too, given some of the much more difficult things I've done in it. It itself isn't a hard game whatsoever, but you can pursue some really hard achievements. Ever watch the show Supernatural? If you have, then what’s your favorite episode? I used to love it, but just stopped watching eventually. My fave episode... Man, it's been too long to remember many. Probably one of the funnier ones. I remember I specifically liked the bit where they were in your everyday comedy show, as well as the one where I THINK Dean kept trying to prevent Sam from dying. I just remember the "Eye of the Tiger" bit that is pure gold. Ever heard of flavored honey? If so, what’s you’re favorite flavor? Oh, no, but that sounds good. Do you remember what your favorite show was when you were little? Yeah, Pokemon. Do you put anything besides cheese on grilled cheese sandwiches? Besides butter, which I think is pretty standard, no. When it comes to books, what do you think is the “perfect” amount of pages? Uh, I dunno. It depends on the book. I don't really care about page numbers. Would you ever be interested in going scuba diving? Yeah. Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? Girt, probably. Are any of your fingers or toes deformed? What about the nails? I don't think so? When is the last time you cried? I was sobbing earlier today, fun stuff. Would you ever date somebody that has been divorced more than once? Most likely not. ESPECIALLY at my age. What are some stereotypically nerdy things that you like? Oh god. WoW, M:tG, big glasses, anime (does that count? idk really), video games... a lot of stuff, really. Have you ever attended a wedding that ended where the bride and groom didn’t actually get married? What happened? Y I K E S, no. That would be SO uncomf. What scares you the most about becoming a mother (hypothetically, if you don’t want to have children)? Actually raising it properly, physically and emotionally. Would you ever want a job in fashion? What would you enjoy about that type of job? No. Would you ever be a surrogate mother? No. What do you think would be the best and worst parts about being a twin? It'd be cool to have someone you feel an almost supernatural connection towards, but I'd also feel like I wasn't as "original" as I would be if I was born alone. Do you feel that your childhood was more rough compared to others around you? I mean it wasn't awful at all, but sure, in some ways compared to at least someone. How would you react if you found out today that you were actually adopted? Well today I'm a wreck, so don't tell me. I want to know that I wasn't lied to for 25 years. Have either of your parents ever cheated on one another before, that you know of? How would you react if you found out today that one of them cheated? I'm not entirely clear on this, but I'm 90% sure Dad cheated on Mom with his now-wife. Dad also accused Mom of cheating, but I HIGHLY doubt that's true. Do you like cleaning and organizing? Not really. How would you react if you found out you were infertile? If you don’t plan on having kids to begin with, what is a long-term goal you’d be crushed to find out was impossible to achieve? Fuck having kids. I'd be a terrible mother. So to answer the other question, I'll be pretty, pretty sad if I can't get permission to spread Teddy's ashes at Yellowstone. Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? Well, obviously not considering my dream job is a meerkat biologist, and I'm not moving to Africa. Have you ever been robbed? No. Is anyone close to you an alcoholic? Not anymore. Dad was, but he's recovered. Have you ever dumped anyone? Yes. What kind of tea do you drink? I hate tea. Do you know anyone in a gang? No, and I hope I never do. What’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? Risk his fucking sanity and health to try to hold my fucked up self up. What is your orientation? Gay? Straight? Metrosexual? Anything other? Bisexual. I've kinda been questioning pansexual of the late, though. I don't know. Have you ever done anything really dangerous or illegal with friends? Not to my memory. Name three feelings you’re feeling right now: Regret. Hopelessness. Loneliness. And the reasons for these feelings? Take a wild fuckin' guess. How do you feel about your life right now? It's an actual dumpster fire. Is it easy for you to like yourself? Why or why not? Fuck no. Because there's just not very much TO like about me. Even on my good days, I see flaw after flaw in myself. What subjects come naturally to you? English, some aspects of science. What subjects do not? Math, economics, politics, history... Do you read more fiction or more non-fiction books? Definitely fiction. When I read a book, I want an escape from the real world. How has today been for you? BOY HOWDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What did you do? Went to TMS therapy. Sat on the Internet. Cried. :^) Are there any candles lit in the room you’re in? No. Are there any lava lamps near you? No. I want one, though. Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats. Are any of your friends a pothead? Yes. What’s a goal you’re trying to accomplish soon? Start losing weight again. That'd be pretty goddamn grand. Are you a high maintenance person? Definitely not. The last time you yelled as loud as you could, what was the reason? I was having a nightmare. Have you ever been heartbroken? For sure. Who did that to you? First Dad, then Jason. Did you go through an ugly stage as a kid? Boy, did I. The last type of sandwich you made or ate: A pb&j. The last time you spent most of the day in bed: Literally every day. I do just about everything in bed. Pathetic, I know. The last friend or acquaintance you made: Ummmm idk. The last thing you took pictures of: A hydrangea bush. The last time you were scared: Now. The future is terrifying, my friend. The last thing you looked up online: The definition of a word to ensure I was using it correctly. The last thing you disagreed with: So I've been watching John Wolfe's old stream of him playing Alice: Madness Returns, and he went on a total soapbox about smoking being okay essentially because we're all gonna die eventually from something, and I really disagreed with it. Does your house have a separate laundry room? No, just like a closet. Do your parents still help you financially? I'm still entirely dependent on them. Does your car have a backup camera? No. Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? Not to my knowledge. Have you ever had a pet that lived to be really old for its breed/species? REALLY old, no. Teddy was definitely up there, but beagles have lived longer. What was the last strong scent you smelled? Lysol. Have you ever told someone to their face that they were ugly? Christ, no. Is your bed against more than one of your walls? No. Have you ever been attracted to someone’s parent? Don't think so? Have you ever pole danced before? No. Have you ever broken into someone’s house? No. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yes. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? I dunno. Have you ever taken a woodshop class? No. How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? Funny you ask, because as of today I decided to take a break from it for awhile. I've found it's nothing more than a breeding ground for envy and making me feel like a horribly incompetent adult. Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? I had one photography teacher in college that I was NOT a fan of. He was super, super hard on everyone, like to an unnecessary degree. We were students, not pros. Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? No. Are your parents supportive of you? Somehow.

[squirmlegender]

thanks for the tag @runcover :-]c

name/nickname: eugene/gene, moth

gender: nonbinary transgender man (he/him)

star sign: cancer sun, virgo moon, scorpio rising

height: 5′ 4″ 😔

time: 10:43pm

favorite band: POWERWOLF, Will Wood, The Rare Americans, Shayfer James, TMBG, IDKHBTFM, Queen (I CAN’T PICK <:( )

birthday: july 13th

favorite solo artist: idk if Will Wood counts but i guess him then

song stuck in my head: love me, normally by Will Wood but my current affliction changes constantly

last movie: uhhh. uh. uhh if starkid musicals count then prob tgwdlm or black friday ive been rewatching them

last show: fullmetal alchemist brotherhood for sure. i am Sick

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following: 472 occasionally pruned for bots/gross people

average hours of sleep: 10-12 but im always tired and i usually go to bed at like 3-4 some nights. occasionally 2 but then i take a big nap after class at 8am

lucky numbers: 13, sometimes 7

instruments: used to play french horn and hated it, guitar but mediocre

what i'm wearing: probably dirty socks, nasa logo pj shorts covered in nonsense maths, striped tank top

dream trip: man i dont know i like staying home and indoors. maybe a roadtrip? maybe down to some nice traditional tourist warm equatorial beach destination, somewhere warm for sure but not too hot. cruises are appetizing to me bc i hate being around people and can hide from them/stay with my friends i’d bring with me instead

favorite food: nutella, pasta, salad with feta cheese and green olives

nationality: US-born, half italian-american

favorite song: fuck dude i dont know!! bass and the melody by s3rl?? hullabaloo by the rare americans? the cookie run kingdom I promise m/v??

last book read: frankenstein by mary shelley for my english class or my history textbook

top 3 fictional universes i want to be in: hmm. ace attorney, fullmetal alchemist brotherhood, stardew valley? the first two are for gay reasons the second one is only half for gay reasons. farming nice but specifically bc i have a house to inherit and can live to work however i like. also magic, men and mining <3

favorite color: sexy green tag: whoever. i dont want to pressure anyone into doing it if they dont want to, mutuals primarily but also for nonmutuals if they want to snatch it up for funsies

[idonthaveanaccent]

Just a little rambling and then a few bands I really like and you should totally check out, so expand it if you wanna see them :)

I know this isn’t a normal update, I just have to talk about this with someone.

Music is a vital part of everyday life for me. Everything I do has a backtrack. If I’m not watching a show in my room, I have to have music playing. When I write I have headphones in, blasting music, like right now. To go to sleep and sleep easily I have to play music, ever since I was young I’ve done it. I can’t remember not falling asleep without music playing. Music even helps inspire what I write. 

Point is, I love music. 

However, I am extremely uncomfortable with sharing my music. My freshman year I was made fun of the type of music I listen to, which has evolved a bit in the 3-4 years since that time, however it hasn’t ventured too far. 

When I was eleven my parents gave me a windows phone with no sim card, but it had a music app. They downloaded a bunch of child friendly songs and it was the first time I could control what I listened to. Before I had an old MP3 which was filled with Disney songs, Anamaniacs tunes, and ABBA’s Golden Hits. I can sing all them by heart, dances are a fun time for me. Now, I could look up songs. 

My best friend was into the alternative scene as her sister is six years older than us and as such had a more ‘adult’ music sense. She introduced me to the classic bands, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At the Disco, etc. I loved their music, we’d listen to it on the bus to middle school. However, as time went on, I began expanding my music taste. I got into My Three Days Grace, Shinedown, and other similar bands. Then, Freshman year came.

I remember the moment clear as day. I was working on my photography notebook the week before finals like the dumbass I was am, with Pandora open and listening to one of the many radios. Then, a song came on. It was by a band I hadn’t heard of before. It was called Bad Company, and the band was called Five Finger Death Punch. Now, little fourteen year old me was a little shocked by the name but the song wasn’t unlike anything I’d heard before. I decided I liked that song and favorited it.

A little while later more of their songs began popping up, but they were a little different. Heavier. Angrier. And I loved it. I don’t know what it was about the gruff vocals or pounding drum beats or glorious guitar solos, but I was hooked. I then moved onto Spotify and listened to their albums, headbanging all the way. This was my first experience with Metal, and you better believe I was a fan.

As time went on I explored more bands. Alesana, Asking Alexandria, Crown the Empire, A Day to Remember, Halestorm, Ghost, etc. I tried showing people my favorite bands but they made fun of my music taste, mimicking their screams whenever I looked up. It was disheartening, and I never wanted to share it again. Not until I knew they were okay with it. I had people tell me they were scared of that music, and asked me to never play it in front of them. You can see how that would make me never want to tell anyone about it, right? Well, I kept it to myself, electing to share music with only a few people, one being my friend. She always jokes about how she showed me Fall Out Boy and all them and then lost me along the way. 

During Junior year I discovered even more bands, including one of my favorites, Ice Nine Kills. Amazing band, you should definitely check them out, but the advertising comes later. My music taste also diversified a little and I began listening to softer bands, like grandson and The Ghost Club. 

Now, to the main show. My recent music taste.

It all began with one Instagram video. A meme video that really isn’t all that funny. I was actually just looking through what I saved and it happened to be in a  really small folder, so I clicked it. Here is the exact video

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A post shared by positive memes (@positive_and_negative_memes) on Feb 23, 2019 at 6:14pm PST

So I was interested the song and band and decided to look them up. What I found was simply...amazing.

Okay, here comes the advertising of my favorite bands :)

I. Gloryhammer

The first Power Metal band I discovered and still my favorite. Here’s how Gloryhammer describes themselves:

“And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with an explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the very fabric of spacetime. And yet, Zargothrax was still not defeated, for he managed to use his last shreds of power to escape through the dimensional rift. Vowing to defeat the evil sorcerer, Angus McFife XIII followed him into the portal, with no idea where it might lead…“

That may seem confusing, and it is, but trust me, when I tell you a bit more, it will all make sense. 

So Gloryhammer is one of the best bands I have ever heard before. Their concept is absolute gold and is the only of its kind I’ve seen before. Basically, every single one of their songs tells a story of the Land of Fife. The Lead singer (Thomas Winkler) is Prince Angus McFife (the 1st and 13th), keyboard/backing vocals (Christopher Bowes) is the Evil Sorcerer Zargothrax, guitar/backing vocals (Paul Templing) is Sir Proletiues, leader of the warriors of Crail, drums (Ben Turk) is the Ancient Hermit Ralathor, and last but never least is bass/backing vocals (James Cartwright), the Mighty Hootsman! 

Each album follows a part in the epic saga, with three in total. The first album tells the story of the original Angus McFife the I whereas the next two follow his ancestor, Anguc McFife XIII. I don't want to give too much spoilers but let's just say that all three are filled with so much creativity and twists that it’s like listening to a movie! I cant even express how if you are looking for something to listen to that has dragons, goblin kings, evil sorcerers, hammers, and space, then this is the band for you! 

I am going to put one song by them down because you can only have five and I’m big mad about it.

Gloryhammer - Legends from Beyond the Galactic Terrorvortex

So yeah, that’s band numero uno!

II. Sabaton

What is there to say about Sabaton that hasn’t already been said... 

Unlike Gloryhammer, Sabaton is older, formed in the nineties. Here’s what they say about themselves on their website:

“In the nearly two decades since their launch, Swedish metallers Sabaton have carved out a reputation as one of the hardest working bands in the business – gaining a legion of loyal fans across the globe, delivering eight highly-rated studio albums (including two certified platinum-sellers), and scoring multiple industry award wins and nominations… not to mention launching their own annual festival and cruise.

Combining soaring power riffs with vocalist Joakim Brodén’s instantly-recognisable gruff baritone, the band refuses to be simply slotted into a genre. Fans need only know them as Sabaton: the heavy metal band that sings of real life wars and the people who played a part in them – of gruelling campaigns and dazzling acts of bravery, of magnificent victories and touching personal struggles – true stories more fantastic than any fiction,”

Sabaton is, as they stated, a band dedicated to sharing stories of true battles throughout history. On their website they even have a whole calendar dedicated to historic events, so you can see what happened in history on whatever day you’d like! 

As a huge history geek, this band is amazing. I would watch the World War documentary series before I went to bed in middle school because I thought all of that stuff was so interesting. If I didn’t love writing and English as much as I do then I’d go into a career where history was involved. They were actually a part of my Spotify Wrapped this year where I explored 27 of their songs, listened to six of their albums, and spent over 39 hours listening to just them this year. 

Unlike what I did before, I am just going to showcase three of my favorite songs by them because they have way too many albums and I’m sad to say I didn’t listen to all of them. 

The Lost Battalion - The Last Stand

Now, onto the third band and a good one too!

III. Powerwolf

I’m not a religious person, I grew up being taught all that stuff but I consider myself to be more agnostic rather than Christian or any of that stuff. But, if there’s one religious thing I don’t mind bumping its the Priests of Metal, Powerwolf! Here's what they have to say about themselves:

“After spilling gallons of blood and fighting tirelessly, after only two albums with Napalm Powerwolf shot straight to the pole position of the official German album charts (and another album made it into the top three!). After selling out venue after venue and thrilling bigger and bigger hordes of fans, the time is right for a new chapter: The Sacrament Of Sin which offers eleven metal psalms forged for all eternity!

Powerwolf entered Fascination Street Studios in Örebrö, Sweden starting in January 2018 to work on their seventh manifesto together with renowned producer Jens Bogren (Opeth, Arch Enemy, Amon Amarth). The result is brimming with the Germans` trademark sound, and yet the band have recorded their boldest and most adventurous album to date! ‘Where the wild wolves have gone‘ even marks the first ballad in Powerwolf history – whereas ‘Nightside of Siberia‘ does the exact opposite and turns out to be one of the heaviest tunes the fivepiece have ever written. ‘Incense And Iron‘ simply MUST be part of every future setlist with its folky nature and anthemic catchiness; and epic single ‘Fire & Forgive‘ brilliantly melts infectious melodies into timeless, heavy shredding. The Sacrament Of Sin overwhelms both with sophisticated songwriting and sheer aggression – and proves once more why Powerwolf are the one and only true high priests of heavy metal!,”

The band is made up of vocalist  Karsten Brill as "Attila Dorn", lead guitarist Benjamin Buss as "Matthew Greywolf", bassist/rhythm guitarist David Vogt as "Charles Greywolf", keyboardist Christian Jost as "Falk Maria Schlegel" and drummer Roel van Helden. 

They’re really awesome and here’s my favorite song by them.

Army of the Night - Blessed and Possessed 

Now onto the fourth band ;)...

IV. Brothers of Metal

Oh boy, if you thought the bands might’ve mellowed out a little then you are sorely unprepared for this glorious group...

When I was younger I was one of those Percy Jackson kids, but my love for mythology started long before I read one of those books. As I grew older I expanded my knowledge, moving away from Greek and Roman and into Norse and other mythologies. You can imagine my joy when I found Brothers of Metal. They have no Wikipedia or website so here’s what Spotify says about them:

“BROTHERS OF METAL consist of eight powerful Viking warriors that originates from the glorious kingdom of Falun, far up in the north. Falun is a mighty town that lies within the dark iron woods where only true metal warriors reside. BROTHERS OF METAL are known to most as the strongest metal band in the nine realms. 

Before time, our eight warriors would travel through the realms and protect the good folk against evil. It was one of those nights that the legacy of metal was born. They came home from some pretty intense giant slaying and felt the common urge for mead and entertainment. The mead was generously flowing from the teats of Heidrun, but the music was really bad. The warriors took what instruments they could find and started playing, thus they wrote their first song Son of Odin, creating a tribute hymn to the strongest god they knew. 

The mortals of the kingdom was so impressed with the music that they couldn't get enough, our warriors looked at each other and so a band was formed. Together they swor an oath to keep the flames of true metal burning and to continue to play until the earthlings had worthy entertainment of their own, it's yet to come,” 

They haven’t released a ton of music when compared to the bands I listed before them, but they are absolutely amazing! All their music videos make me chuckle and when I watch Q&A’s they’ve posted they feel so down to earth that a person whos probably a decade younger than them if not less/more can relate to them. All their music has to do with Norse Mythology, but here’s my favorite music video yet:

The Mead Song - Prophecy of Ragnarök

And yeah, that’s it!

I hope you all weren't too bored and I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed this. It feels good to talk about my favorite bands. I’d love to put more videos in but Tumblr won’t let you so I guess we’re stuck with only one per band. I planned on doing three each but I guess that’s dead in the water. 

Oh well.

If you like any of this music/band honestly just reach out and talk to me, I love chatting about music. I don’t know a ton about the logistics or anything like that but we can share bands or songs or whatever. I sound really lonely which is true but please don’t feel shy.

See you all later! 

-Paige

[inklingofevil]

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Mahou Tsukai no Yome

Niehime to Kemono Ou

Beastars

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Happy Sugar Life

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Dzivia

Munknörr

Nathan Wagner

Wolves at the Gate

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[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 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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[ghost-in-the-hall]

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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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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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 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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Intensity (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader SMUT)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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