The Cabin (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF
Hello! I have finally managed to return! It turns out working in a job that quite literally sucked the soul out of me every time I had to go in was making it pretty difficult to be creative, who would have thought! Anyways, I have a lot of stuff coming up (hopefully over this next week I'll be able to play a bit of catch up on things), but, until then, I figured why not return to what I know, right? So, we're just going to be getting into some good old fashioned fluffy scenarios with Falk! Lot's of cliché's, lots of my usual soft bullshit, you guys know the drill at this point lol. From here on out I'm going to try and get one update out a week! Thank you so much for reading and for being patient with updates, I appreciate it more than you could ever know. If you'd like to be added to my tag list or just wanna say hello, feel free to comment below!
WARNINGS: None, tooth rotting fluff
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You felt nauseous as you wandered the halls towards where you and Father Falk were set to meet. The impending ride had been weighing on your mind all week, making it impossible to focus during your lessons. By the time you had finished packing you were a nervous wreck. It’s not that Falk was unpleasant to be around, you found the exact opposite to be true if you were being honest. He had always been kind towards you, seeming to go out of his way to visit you if he happened to stumble across your lonely form in the library. The conversation that flowed between you was always effortless, Falk always searching for some way to make you smile. No, the reason you were so nervous was because spending this time alone with him would only cement the feelings you had been trying so hard to suppress. It was no secret that Falk was a handsome man, charming, sought out by many Siblings within the Congregation for a chance to have a singular night of his undivided attention. The thought alone was enough to make your stomach twist in jealousy. You knew falling for him would only lead to you getting hurt, so you had made the decision to keep your distance.
“There she is!” But he was becoming so incredibly difficult to resist. “I was worried you had stood me up.” He teases with a chuckle. Your eyes meet his, your breath catching in your throat at their beautiful golden hue, like honey.
“Sorry I’m late.” You apologize bashfully once you find your voice, cursing as one of the wheels of your suitcase catches on the uneven stone floor. “I’m paranoid about leaving something important behind, and my bag ended up being a lot heavier than I had planned.”
“It’s no problem at all, Schwester.” He smiles softly before motioning to your suitcase, “may I?” He doesn’t give you time to respond, knowing you were just going to protest his efforts to help. You don’t miss the smirk he shoots at you over his shoulder, laughing at your baffled expression. “Come on, we have a lot of ground to cover.” He throws your suitcase in his trunk with ease, lifting it as though it contained nothing more than a change of clothes. He opens your door for you, offering you his hand for support as you lower yourself inside. You run your hands over the worn leather seats, the warm reddish-brown material soft under your fingers. The inside of the car was cozy, the large bench seat stretching across the entirety of the cab left you plenty of room to stretch out during the long drive. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your nerves beginning to settle as the familiar scent of Falk’s cologne ensnared your senses. Even just the subtle smell brought up a storm of memories; nights spent alone in his office, more often than not finding yourselves drifting a little too close to one another, your evening filled with whispered voices and shared smiles that hinted at something a bit deeper than your easy-going friendship. He slid into the passenger seat with a groan, slotting his keys into the ignition, causing the car to rumble to life. The interior lit up with the dull yellow glow from the dashboard, soft music lazily drifting from the radio. He holds out a thick fleece blanket to you. “Here, the heat in this thing doesn’t always work the best.” You can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture. You quietly mumble your thanks as you accept it from him, he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. “And if that’s still not enough, you can always cuddle up with me to keep warm.” He adds with a teasing smirk. A shocked sound bubbles up from your throat, your eyes snapping to meet his, making him laugh. “Sorry.” He quickly apologizes. “You always look so cute when I manage to get you all flustered, sometimes I just can’t help myself.”
It took you a moment to find your voice, “well, at least you think it’s cute, I guess… you have a nasty habit of making me trip over my own words.” You let out a soft laugh of your own.
He lets out a low hum in response, “consider it payback.” He responds playfully, his eyes slowly tracing over your features, fearing he may never have the opportunity to study you so close again.
“For?”
“Taking over my every waking thought.” Your cheeks grow warm as a flustered giggle tumbles from your lips, the melodic sound was enough to make Falk’s heart race. You fell into a comfortable silence, the soft crackling from the radio filling the empty air between you as he pulled out onto the road.
It was a dark, cloudy December afternoon, you could tell that the storm rolling in wasn't going to be a nice one. The soft music lazily rolled through the speakers as you raced along the never ending highway. Falk let’s out a soft sigh, his arm stretching across the back of the seat. You sat rigid, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of the blanket that covered your lap. ‘Stop freaking out.’ you berated yourself internally. ‘We've been driving for almost two hours, he probably just wants to stretch.’
“You can relax, you know. I promise I won't bite.” He jokes with a chuckle. You clear your throat, attempting to force your posture to relax. He pauses for a moment, mulling over whether or not he wanted to ask a question that had been weighing on his mind for a while. “Why do I make you so nervous?” Your heart stopped. You didn’t want to look at him, feeling as if your eyes met his, he would know all your deepest secrets. There wasn’t anything you wanted more than to confess to him at that moment. You had so many questions you needed answered. There were so many nights you had fallen just shy of shattering every boundary you knew; how badly you wanted to feel Falk’s lips against yours, how you lingered on his every word, desperate for any way to keep the conversation going just so you wouldn’t have to say goodnight, you wanted to know if he felt the same.
“It’s nothing,” your voice was weak when it finally managed to tumble from your lips. “I’m just worried about us getting to the lodge before the weather gets bad, that’s all.” Falk’s lips press into a tight line. He knew you weren’t being honest with him, but he had decided to drop the matter for the time being. He didn't want to risk you shutting him out entirely. You forced your attention back on the road, your pulse thundering in your ears. It was then you had realized it had begun to snow. Thick white globs of precipitation fell from the sky heavy enough to obscure the highway in front of you. Falk tuts under his breath, “this weather is getting bad a lot quicker than I thought it would.” He manages to read the sign that sped past you on the highway.
“We’re still over an hour away from the lodge.” Falk doesn’t miss the nervous tremor in your voice as you added your input.
He offers you a gentle smile in response, hoping to find some way to ease your anxiety. “I know somewhere we can spend the night. It’s probably a good idea to get off the roads before it gets any worse.”
The thought crossed your mind about how you hadn’t really eaten anything today, your nerves this morning making your appetite the furthest thing from your mind. “What about food?”
“I know for a fact that someone was there recently, I’m sure the cabinets are well stocked. But, I’ll find somewhere to stop off along the way, we can pick up any odds and ends we might need.” He reassures you. You tense as his arm falls across your shoulders. After a moment your body can’t help but instinctively melt into his warmth. You relax into his side, releasing a soft sigh as your shoulders finally relax. “I’ll take good care of you Mäuschen, I promise.” The thought of spending even more time alone with him made your heart race.
“I know you will.” You mutter in response. Falk gives your shoulder a soft squeeze, hoping you wouldn’t notice how fast his own heart was beating.
You leave the highway behind, traveling down winding roads completely surrounded by tall, dark trees on either side. Heading into the mountains, you should have expected that the only town to stop off along the way would be like this. The houses few and far between, miles of road stretching between each impossibly long driveway, concealing whatever dwelling that resided at the opposite end. You eventually pull into a gas station, the dull buzz of the lone sign in the darkness makes your stomach turn with anxiety. The parking lot was solid white, a thick layer of snow making the shop's dull red awning bow under its weight. Falk prattles off your favorite candy and drink combo from memory, catching you off guard. He can’t help but laugh at your bewildered expression. “What?” His question was laced with a chuckle, his playful expression drops to your lips before meeting your gaze once again.
“How did you remember that?” You ask softly. He shrugs, a lazy, full body movement that showed he would never reveal his secrets. “I’ll be right back, you stay here and keep warm.” He carefully takes hold of the blanket resting in your lap, pulling it up to wrap around your shoulders. His warm breath bounces off your skin, for a moment it felt like your heart had stopped. You don’t think you had ever been this close to him before, it was the first time you had noticed the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he smiled. You thought it was cute. Falk’s expression softens, a fond look settling across his features that makes your chest tighten. He sucks in a deep breath, snapping himself from whatever trance he had found himself in. He tightens his jacket around him before hurrying from the car and inside the store. You watched him through the wall of windows that lined the front, he tossed a smile over his shoulder as he shouted something in response to the clerk behind the counter. He returns shortly after, rushing back to the car with a few flimsy plastic bags slung over his arm.
“It’s not much, but it’ll do.” He smiles, leaning closer to you as he reaches to put the bags in the back seat.
“You are absolutely covered in snow.” You respond with a laugh. You reach out, brushing the fluffy powder from his head. You carefully push your fingers through his hair, combing the strands that had fallen into his face neatly back into place. Falk watches you curiously, he was happy to see you finally starting to let your guard down, even if it was just a little bit. You pause as your eyes meet his, a soft smile settling onto your features as he leans into your touch. You swallow thickly before you manage to find your voice again, “better get moving, we don’t want to get stuck on the side of the road somewhere.” You joke making him chuckle. You reluctantly separate from each other, Falk nervously drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he tries to keep his mind on driving. You rest your hand on the space in between the two of you, you notice Falk glance at your subtle movements out of the corner of his eye. You jump slightly as you feel his fingers bump against yours, your skin buzzed with electricity where your hands met.
“You’re freezing.” He remarks suddenly, his voice soft in the quiet space.
“I’ll be alright.” You respond quickly, neither of you making any effort to move away from the other.
“I’ll get a fire going once we get to the cabin.” His pinky links with yours, gently tugging your hand closer. You let your fingers slip in between his, your hand immediately getting enveloped in the warmth from his skin. You shift, shuffling closer to him. You hesitantly let your head fall to rest against his shoulder. He tenses slightly before relaxing into your touch, his thumb distractedly tracing through the valley of your knuckles.
“Whose cabin is this anyways? Is it really okay for us to spend the night?”
He chuckles in response, “considering it belongs to my family I think we’ll be okay.” Falk fills the rest of your car ride with stories of his trips here when he was younger. You hung on every word: fishing trips with his father, weekends hiking the mountains around the property, how every so often he would venture up on his own for some time alone with his thoughts. “I was planning on inviting you up here eventually, I guess mother nature decided today was as good of a day as any.”
You glance at him curiously. “You were going to invite me up here?” He nods in response. “Why?”
“Considering that every time I find myself here my thoughts always seem to wander back to you.” Your cheeks grow warm at his confession, he gives your hand a soft squeeze. “This place is very important to me… and it’s something I’ve always wanted to share with you.” He pauses for a moment, searching for something else to say. “Try to be up for the sunrise in the morning, I think you’ll see why this place is so special.” He adds on with a smile.
The gravel driveway crunched under the car's tires, the tall trees groaning in the strong gusts of wind. Falk pulls the blanket around you before helping you out of the car. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side to help shield you from the cold. He ushers you inside first before following close behind you with your small haul of groceries. It’s dark inside the cabin, the small living room being only illuminated by the pale light of the moon that streamed in through the window. Falk curses as he trips over something in the darkness, fumbling along the wall until eventually stumbling across a light switch. The lamp in the opposite corner of the room filled the space with a dull orange glow, finally allowing you to see the details of the space around you. A well loved leather loveseat sat in front of a neatly kept fireplace, a heavy crocheted blanket draped across the back. A box of expensive looking cigars sat on one of the side tables, a small stack of books sat on the other next to a cup of crochet hooks and knitting needles. Family photos crowded the mantle, the small shiny frames overlapping one another to make space for all of them. Curiosity gets the better of you as you approach them to get a better look, rubbing your hands over your arms to try and dispel any remaining chill from the outside as you examine each photograph. Falk watches on with an amused smile, leaning against the doorframe as you slowly look between each one. Your hands dropped away from your shoulders, folding them neatly in front of you as if you were at a museum, the sight makes Falk chuckle under his breath. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you traced over his familiar features, the teenager smiling back at you from behind the glass a scrawny, awkward precursor to the fine man he eventually grew into. It was apparent that Falk’s family had been coming here his entire life; a barefoot laughing boy propped on his moms hip, the next one a few years older, proudly showing off the fish he and his father had caught at the lake, younger versions of all the High Clergy members sat around a bonfire with beers in their hands. “Quite the place you got here.” You remark, shooting a soft smile over your shoulder when you notice his staring.
“I should bring you up here during the summer,” your cheeks grow warm as you watch his eyes flicker over your form, “I can only imagine how beautiful you would look surrounded by all the fireflies.” He lets out a quiet chuckle, studying you for another moment before shaking himself from his thoughts. “I’m going to put this stuff away, I’ll get a fire going, and we can see what we can scrape together for dinner.” He chuckles.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” You respond with a smile.
Falk made quick work of getting a fire started, you watch the flames dance from your position cuddled up under a blanket on the loveseat. A mug of tea warms your hands, a radio crackles softly from the kitchen. You hear the shower turn off in the other room, Falk emerging a few minutes later in a pair of sweatpants cinched tightly around his waist and a baggy t shirt that was drowning him in its dark blue fabric, a faded logo you didn’t recognize neatly swirled across the front in white font. You nod in his direction, “little big on you, aren’t they?” You ask playfully, making him chuckle.
“My shoulders are a little too broad for one of my mother’s nightgowns.” He rebuttals causing you to let out a laugh of your own. He continues to make small talk as he makes his way into the kitchen, every so often his head poking back around the door frame to shoot you some flirtatious smile. He eventually brings you a steaming bowl of soup, carefully handing it to you before collapsing into the cushions beside you. The loveseat dips under his weight, causing your shoulder to knock against his. You were painfully aware of how his body pressed to yours, wishing you had the courage to reach over and take his hand again. “Chicken noodle, fresh from the can.” He jokes with a smile. You thank him softly, sipping at the hot, salty broth. You sat in a comfortable silence as you ate, both of you watching the fire contently. Every so often you noticed how Falk would glance at you out of the corner of his eye, moving as if he wanted to speak only to settle back into the familiar quiet, as if disturbing the peace would make everything fall apart around him. You help him clean up after dinner, taking care of the few dishes you had created in the process. A strong gust of wind rattles the windows, Falk notices you tense as the lights flicker slightly. He responds by simply turning up the radio, taking your hand, and sweeping you into his arms. He glides you across the floor, swaying you in time with the music that filled the room. You can’t stop the surprised giggle that slips past your lips, allowing him to lead you through clumsy spins. Falk trips over his own feet, offering you a bashful smile as you rest your hand on his chest to steady him.
“Easy there, Casanova.” You laugh.
“It’s been such a long time since I’ve danced with anybody,” he admits with a shaky breath, “forgive me if I’m a little rusty.”
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re the only person I’ve ever had the chance to dance with, so I don’t have much to compare it to in the first place.” Falk pauses, glancing down at you curiously.
“I see you at the parties at The Abbey all the time, surely–”
“No one’s ever asked me.” You respond bluntly, hoping he would drop the subject. That part was true, no one had ever asked you to dance. The part you were neglecting to tell him was how that was more than likely caused by the fact you had a tendency to tuck yourself away in some concealed corner, hoping tonight will finally be the night you share more than some fleeting, flirtatious glances with the man that managed to occupy your every thought.
The current song that was playing faded to silence, the soft popping of the old radio filling the dead air in between the station’s selections. “Well, that simply won’t do, now will it?” He straightens himself up, a mischievous glimmer in his eye. He smooths his hands down the front of his shirt. He offers you his hand, your heart racing at the sight of the charming, lopsided smile that you had been in love with since the beginning. He states your name softly, you had never heard it spoken more beautifully than in that moment. “Can I formally request a dance, Mein Herz?” Your fingers brush over his palm, his skin warm against yours as his hand fully engulfs yours. The trumpet from a big band ensemble lets out a few lazy whines before the rest of the instruments join in, your heart pounds in time with the drums steady rhythm. Falk wraps an arm around your waist, easing your body against his. He moves you in time with the melody, a few quick steps across the floor that turn into a romantic sway, pulling you just the slightest bit closer. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, the fear of tripping over your own feet long forgotten under Falk’s intense gaze. He wasn’t going to let you fall, not without being there to catch you. His fingers knead into the plush of your hip, his thumb languidly tracing through the valleys of your knuckles. He looks down at you with complete, unapologetic adoration. “You are so beautiful.” He states softly, his voice barely loud enough for you to hear over the radio.
“I'm nothing special.” You rebuttal in a similar tone.
“You are to me.” Your heart raced at his confession, butterflies erupting in your stomach at such simple words. You reluctantly part from one another, Falk’s hand lingering on your waist, wanting to keep you within arms reach for as long as he possibly could.
“That was nice,” you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, “thank you.”
He offers you a simple smile in response, but the sight was enough to make your breath catch in your throat. “Anytime,” he leans down to bring his face closer to yours, his warm breath bouncing off your lips, “you’re quite the dancer.” You let out a soft laugh in response, playfully pushing his shoulder. You cover your mouth, unable to suppress the yawn that escaped you. “We should probably get to bed, I want to get on the road as soon as we’re able to in the morning.” He carefully pushes a strand of hair out of your face.
“You’re probably right.” Your chest tightened slightly, you were having such a great night with him, you wish it didn’t have to end so soon.
Despite Falk’s protests, you would be sleeping on the couch. “You’re a lot taller than I am, you need the space.” When he finally realized you wouldn’t budge on your decision, he reluctantly began gathering whatever spare blankets he could find.
“If you need anything at all, just come wake me up.” He informs you with a soft smile.
“Alright.” You whisper in response. He sways on his heels slightly, searching for anything else to say.
“Well, goodnight…” He pauses before letting your name tumble from his lips, savoring every syllable as if he would never hear something so sweet again.
“Goodnight, Falk.” He gives you a small nod before disappearing into the bedroom, the door shutting with a soft click behind him. You stared up at the ceiling, the light from the fireplace making shadows dance around the room. You nestled into your pillow, your eyes already beginning to grow heavy as warmth began to seep into the blankets. You inhaled deeply, catching the scent of the burning logs and something incredibly familiar. You ran your fingers along the edge of the blanket Falk had given you in the car, the smell of his cologne a comfort in an unfamiliar place. It didn’t take long for you to drift off.
When you awoke the room was pitch black, a few embers clung to life in the otherwise dark fireplace. You shiver as you sit up, it was a lot colder in here now that the fire was out. You jumped as a branch bangs against the window, anxiety slowly creeping its way into your chest as you struggled to get your bearings in the night. Your eyes landed on the bedroom door just down the hall. You didn’t want to wake him, but there was no way you would be getting back to sleep between your rapidly growing fear and how absurdly cold it had gotten. You let your feet drop to the floor, the hardwood like ice beneath you. You grab your blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders. You quietly pad up the hall, stopping in front of his door. You opened it just a crack, cringing as the hinges squeak. You could make out the faint outline of him in bed, the left side of the large mattress completely open for you to slide into. You bolt inside as you hear another loud thwack of a branch against the window. You shut the door behind you, tiptoing around the room in hopes you wouldn’t wake him. You carefully peel back the blankets before slipping in beside him. You lay on your side facing the wall, your body completely rigid as you listened for any signs that you had disturbed him. You let out a sigh when you hear him snoring softly next to you. Your body relaxed into the plush mattress, your achy back finally getting some relief as you settled in. It was much warmer here than it had been in the living room. You let out a squeak when a large hand comes to rest on your waist. Falk’s arm slides around you, grumbling something in his sleep as he pulls you closer. Your heart hammered against your ribs, your eyes wide as you feel Falk’s body press flush against yours. Your hand comes to rest on top of his, debating for a moment whether or not to try and sneak back to the living room. Getting out of the cold seemed like a good idea at the time, but you hadn’t accounted for what you were going to do when Falk woke up the next morning and found you sleeping beside him. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear him sigh your name, his voice raspy and thick with sleep. His grip on you tightens, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He relaxes as he settles against you, his soft snores alerting you to the fact that he was still asleep. He was so warm, the feeling of the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a state of ease. Your eyes quickly began to grow heavy, melting into the mattress, the weight of Falk’s arm blanketing over you as he continued to hold you close. You begin to drift off, hearing a soft ‘I love you’ tumble from Falk’s lips before sleep takes you.
You wake up the next morning to the first light of dawn creeping in from a window beside the bed. Now that it was day, you had the chance to take in the details of your surroundings. All of the furniture was the same warm-toned wood, more pictures like the ones that decorated the mantle covered the wall. A heavy, dark green comforter blanketed the bed, you could spend all day wrapped up in the warm, luxurious fabric. The closet was filled with thick winter jackets, snowshoes, backpacks, and other outdoor gear. Falk stirred behind you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck with a soft groan. Your body goes rigid as you feel him stretch, he freezes mid motion when he realizes he’s not in bed alone. You don’t say anything, you don’t even breathe, unsure of how to breach the conversation of you being in his bed. “I guess that wasn't a dream I was holding you in my arms last night, was it?” The sound of his raspy morning voice makes your heart race. “Lucky me.” You could hear the lazy smirk laced into his tone.
“Well, good morning to you too.” You respond sleepily. Your chest tightens as he chuckles, the deep rumble vibrating through your back.
He pauses for a moment, his thumb languidly stroking over your hip. “Did I, um…” he mulls over his words, searching for the right way to ask you what was on his mind. “Did I say anything in my sleep?”
Your mind immediately races back to the hushed confession that tumbled from his lips. “You might have.” You respond hesitantly.
Falk chuckles, cursing under his breath. He fully thought he had dreamed the whole thing; the feeling of your body pressing against his, the subtle, sweet scent of your perfume, the whole moment was permanently burned into his memory. Those three simple words fell so easily from his lips, now he would have to follow through on his confession. “I meant it, you know.” You’re unable to stop the smile that slowly spreads across your lips. You roll over to face him, your heart racing at the stunningly chaotic scene before you. His hair stuck up every which way, the fading remnants of tired circles under his eyes slowly disappearing as he became more awake, the stubble on his face noticeably darker than it had been yesterday. His expression softens, nerves being replaced with adoration as he studies you. He reaches out, hesitating for a moment before his hand comes to rest on your cheek. “I want to wake up like this every morning with you and only you.” Your breath hitches in your throat, the seriousness of his tone unmistakeable. “You told me you don’t think you’re anything special, Mein Herz, that couldn’t be further from the truth. You’re all I can think about from the moment I wake up in the morning until I fall asleep at night. There’s nothing I want more than to make you all mine, but every time I try to get close you always just end up slipping through my fingers.”
“Falk, I…” You trail off. You wanted to be with him more than anything, but there was still part of you that feared all of the unknowns.
“There you go again, second guessing yourself.” He points out with a teasing smile. His thumb trails along your jaw, his golden brown eyes slowly tracing over your features before landing on your lips. He states your name softly, his warm breath bouncing off your skin. “I am absolutely crazy about you… I just need to know how I can prove that.” He swallows, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him. His attention turns to the clock on your nightstand, seeing it was still incredibly early he shoots you an excited grin. “Come on.” He hurries you out of bed, helping you shrug into one of his jackets. You clumsily step into a pair of way too big boots by the door. Falk opens the door, taking your hand as you step out onto the porch behind him.
“Wow.” Was the only thing you could manage to say. The sun burned gold as it clawed its way over the mountain peaks in the distance, the rays of early morning sun warm on your skin. You turn to Falk to find him already staring down at you. “It’s beautiful.”
“This is the closest thing I’ve been able to compare to your smile.” He whispers. Your eyes widen, heart racing at such a simple, genuine confession. “And it still doesn’t even begin to come close to how absolutely stunning I find you.” A warm hand slides over your cheek, you can’t help but lean into his touch. He says your name in that perfect way only he can say it, “I’m in love with you, I don’t want to spend any more time running away from that.” He carefully tilts your chin upwards, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips slot against yours. His fingers slide into your hair, his free arm wrapping around your waist to pull your body flush against his. You felt weightless, like your body was floating on a cloud. Electricity buzzed from the top of your head to the tips of your fingers. Your heart was beating so quickly there was no way he couldn’t hear it, your pulse blocking out any other sound around you. You separate from the kiss breathlessly, getting lost in his eyes the moment they meet.
“How would you feel about staying the rest of the weekend here, with me?” He asks hesitantly, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.
“You want to stay?” You can’t keep the excited smile off your face at the thought of being able to continue your peaceful existence in the woods for the next couple days.
“Only if that’s alright with you.” He gently cradles your face in his hand, languidly trailing his thumb over your cheek.
Your eyes flash down to his lips momentarily, making him chuckle. “Well, if you keep kissing me like that, I’m sure you won’t have any issue convincing me.” You squeal as he pulls you back to him, his lips crushing against yours in another mind numbing kiss. Excited to spend the rest of the weekend getting to hold you tightly in his arms.
Tag List: @ghoulazrael @spookyghostjelly @belnovacaine @obsessed-and-possessed @crexpy34
Warnings: MDNI 18+, 3k words of smut, pnv sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk
Author’s note: it’s my first time actually finishing something and posting, please be gentle! On this note, I hope you like it
It's enticing really, the faint melancholic notes lingering in the cold air of the night. You've been sitting and listening for a few minutes now, wondering if your sleep-addled brain was conjuring the melody, but now that you were wide awake, you could tell this was no dream, someone was definitely playing the church's organ.
Sitting up in bed, you simply kept on listening mindlessly for a while longer. You noticed the player certainly knew their way around the instrument and the complex melody was strangely haunting yet captivating. As you let yourself sway to the moody notes, you wondered if perhaps you should go wake Father Attila and warn him someone was in the church at such a late hour… But then again, the chances of it being a trespasser were practically nonexistent, and you'd feel terribly embarrassed for waking him up in the middle of the night if it was nothing worth worrying about. After a few more minutes of pondering, you decided to go check yourself, if you sneaked in, maybe you could find out who was playing, and the mystery would be solved without anyone else having to wake up at such a late hour. Determined, you slipped on a robe and a pair of fluffy socks, they would keep steps as quiet as possible, and slipped out into the corridor. It's cold and empty, and you can't stop the shiver that runs through you as you make your way to the church. The music creates an eerie atmosphere that you know should make you feel uneasy. But, somehow, despite the nervousness of the unknown, you feel mainly curiosity. Your mind gets lost in the possibilities of who the player could be, and only a moment later, you realize you are already standing in front of the church’s heavy wooden doors. Your heart is now thumping in your chest, and you take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm it down. It had to be someone you know, you think to yourself. With one last steadying breath, you lay your hands on the cold metal handles and, as quietly as possible, you push the doors open just wide enough for you to slip in. Once inside, the sound of the organ bounces off the walls of the empty church. It's so loud, it's as though each note resounds deep in your bones. From your spot, you can see the faint outline of someone on the gallery, their swaying shape outlined by the light of the moon coming in through the stained glass. It's still impossible to tell who it is however, so you carefully inch towards the stairs leading to the gallery. So far, the sound had covered any sound you could've made, the stone walls and steps surrounding you effectively keeping you out of the player's view, yet you felt as though you still needed to stay as silent as possible. Climbing the stairs in the dark feels like it takes forever, and the organ getting even louder has a chill running down your spine for reasons you cannot quite fathom. As you finally reach the top, you take another deep breath to steady yourself, before peeking your head out of the archway. The player is still facing away from you, but from this close, you could see him much clearer. It was a shape you'd become quite familiar with as of late and seeing him made you feel relieved, yet your heart did not slow down. Just as you were wondering why he was here playing at such an hour, the music stopped abruptly. The sudden silence was jarring compared to the previously anguished notes filling the air and you unconsciously held your breath. You watched as the man slowly turned his head, peering behind him from the corner of his eyes. You choose this moment to come out of the archway.
"Father Falk, I-I'm so sorry I did not mean-" you stutter out but stop as he fully turns to you.
His face is bathed in the colorful lights of the stained glass, and a soft smile graces his lips. His intact face paint tells you he probably did not go to sleep at all. Breathtaking, is the first word coming to your mind, but you quickly brush the thought away, wringing your hands nervously.
"Sister, please don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong.” he says gently. “I did not wake you up, did I?”
His eyes wander down your body slightly and you blush, feeling a little self-conscious about the plush robe you'd put on before leaving.
"Oh, it’s fine, please don’t worry about me, Father. I just thought I heard someone playing, so I came to check..." you trailed off.
"My, my aren’t you a brave Mäuschen" he chuckles playfully. "Please forgive me for waking you up Sister," he adds.
The nickname makes your heart flutter, but you try your best to hide it. You know you shouldn’t feel this way, what would Father Falk think of you?
“Would you like me to show you?” he asks suddenly, gesturing towards the black and white keys.
“Oh… I’m afraid I do not have the musical talent that you have, Father,” you manage out.
“Nonsense, come,” he quickly answers, extending his hand for you to take.
You stare at the long nimble fingers for a few seconds, then your eyes travel to the small wooden bench he is currently sitting on. Sensing your hesitation, you can see the beginning of a smirk cross his lips as he pats his left thigh with his other hand. You blush furiously but despite your common sense, you slowly reach for his hand. He grabs it before it can reach him however and in an instant, you find yourself perched on his lap, trapped between his body and the organ, his face merely inches from yours. Despite the darkness, you can’t help but notice the light hazel of his eyes and the subtle, playful sparkle within them.
“Father! Isn’t this-” you gasp.
“Shush Engel” he cuts you softly. Your cheeks are burning so hard, you feel like your entire face has to be a deep shade of red. “Indulge me” he whispers, his lips close to your ear.
You try to suppress the shiver running through you at his hushed tone, but his faint smirk tells you that you did not quite succeed.
“Now pay attention to my fingers.” He orders gently.
You do as he says; your eyes going to his long fingers, your mind however struggles to focus as he resumes playing. Your ears barely register the music, focusing instead on his breath so close to your ear. You feel your own breath accelerating and so does your heart, so much so you’d be surprised if he couldn’t feel it. His fingers move elegantly on the keys and his body sways slightly behind you, but you can’t help but feel tense. Clearly Father only meant to show you how he plays, so why did you have to feel so flustered? Why did your own thoughts feel so impure? You shouldn’t be enjoying the warmth of his body against yours so much right? Your mind is so busy worrying that you didn’t even notice he had stopped playing until one of his hands came to rest just above your knee.
“Sister, are you alright?” he asks, and his lips are so terribly close to your ears, you can’t help but lean into him a little more. “You seem awfully tense.”
“Y-yes, I am alright Father” You internally curse your stuttering.
Suddenly, you feel his other hand brushing your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him. You inhale sharply and just as you’re about to turn to look at him, you feel his lips trailing down the now bare column of your neck.
“F-Father?”
“Yes Sister?”
“What… I-Is this ok?” is the only thing you manage to squeak out.
He inhales deeply from his spot in your neck.
“Is what ok Maus?”
You feel the curl of his lips. Was he teasing you? Before you can think about it any further, you feel his teeth nipping at the skin, which has you gasping. Your heart thunders, and you feel as if it could jump out of your chest right at any moment.
“Do you like this?” He whispers as he keeps nipping and brushing his lips to your neck.
Was this a trap? What were you supposed to answer? Was he testing you perhaps? The hand on your thigh slowly rose.
“I- Father Falk- I’m… I should-” you were nearly panicking, why was he tempting you so?
“Do not be afraid, you can tell me the truth.” He commanded.
You gulped as you tried to calm down and simply nodded, incapable of voicing it, but he pulls away and seizes your chin lightly to face him.
“Use words.”
“Yes” you breathed out as your eyes scrambled to look anywhere else but his face.
Finally, his lips landed on yours and all coherent thoughts left you. You can’t help the slight hum leaving you, his kiss is soft at first but quickly turns needy and desperate as his tongue demands entrance, which you grant readily. Both his hands now maneuver you to straddle his lap before resting on your hips and your own land on his chest.
“You have no idea how long I have waited for this sister,” he says once he pulls back to let you breathe.
Your wide eyes found his. He had been waiting for this? However, once more, he does not give you much time to compute what he just said as his hand slowly goes to untie your robe. Your lips part as you watch him, entranced by the movement of his fingers as they open your robe further, trailing up to your shoulders to remove it fully. Left only in your light nightgown, the cold air of the church has goosebumps flaring all over your skin.
“Will you let me have you?” He asks as his fingers pull lightly at the straps of your nightgown.
Your eyes lifted to his once more and as if to make his point, he lifted his hips ever so slightly so you could feel the growing bulge between your legs. You gasped once more, your eyes never leaving his.
“I- I never… I don’t know how to…” You hesitated.
"Let me guide you then," he insists, slowly inching the straps down your shoulders.
His eyes stay glued to your face, carefully watching every reaction he pulls out of you. You don't stop him as the straps finally fall, the top of the loose nightgown pooling at your waist. You immediately notice the way his pupils dilate and the rise and fall of his chest accelerating. At this point, you are nearly shaking in nervousness, anticipation, lust, or all these at the same time? You don't even know anymore. What you do know, however, is that you never want his touch to end. The soft feeling of his fingers lingering on your shoulders before making their way to your collarbone is enough to make you feel as though your whole body is on fire. His eyes finally leave yours as they trail down to follow the movement of his fingers.
"Beautiful" he breathes out.
You feel so vulnerable like this, naked before him, and you know your blush has probably spread down to your chest. But you did not look to see, no, instead your eyes go to the buttons of his shirt, your hands unconsciously drifting closer to them. He chuckles when he notices.
"What do you want, little one?"
"Can... Can I? Please Father"
His smile widens as he resumes his gentle stroking of your chest. The yelp that leaves you when his fingers brush your nipples makes you feel ashamed, but the pleased hum he gives is enough to make you forget about it. His touch is so light, yet it feels like sparks shooting through your whole body.
"Go ahead Maus, but call me Falk please, I wanna hear my name leaving those lips."
You nod eagerly, and his mouth is back on yours in an instant. His fingers still tease you as you fumble to open the buttons of his shirt. It's so hard to focus when his lips and touch feel so good, it makes your stomach tighten in want. You moan into the kiss, feeling both needy and a little frustrated at the offending buttons. You pant as he pulls back, mercifully opting to help you remove his shirt, which he quickly casts aside. The lean muscles of his arms and chest are finally bared for you and he sighs as you let your hands travel across his skin. He takes this moment to grasp you behind the knees and pull you closer to him, your chest now against his and his erection pressing against your heat. The sudden pressure has you mewling softly, which you try to stifle in his neck. He tuts gently.
"Let me hear you, you sound so sweet."
He then begins to grind his hips into yours, and even if you were to try, you doubt you could stop the moans now coming from you. It felt so good, he felt so good, it was like nothing you had ever experienced before. Your back arched, pushing further into his chest, as you felt an intense need burning down there.
"Fath- Falk..." You whined. "Please"
"What is it, little Maus?" His breath is heavy, nearly panting as he keeps rubbing against you. "Tell me what you want."
"You... I want you, please"
You don't even know how, you just know you want him in any way, around you, against you, inside you. Your brain chooses this moment to remind you you should be ashamed of such sinful thoughts but at this point, you're already too far gone to care. Especially when he groans, rolling his hips a few more times, before his hands pull at the nightgown resting at your waist. You help him lift it over your head and he discards it with his shirt. Left only in your thin white underwear, you watch with wide eyes as his fingers dip inside the waistband, creeping towards where you truly want him. You inhale sharply as he finally comes into contact with your wet folds, your eyes lifting to his.
"I've barely touched you, and yet look at you… How lovely you are Sister" he sighs, his eyes wide with what looks like adoration to you.
You barely have time to enjoy the view however as his fingers find your clit and start stroking soft circles. You keen, head falling onto his shoulder as you feel bliss like you've never felt before. It all felt so overwhelming in the most satisfying way. So many new sensations you had only ever dreamed of, you were too ashamed to even touch yourself before. Now it's like every one of your nerves is on fire as he keeps rubbing slowly. His free hand goes to your chin, lifting it gently.
"I want to see you Maus, keep your eyes on me." He orders.
You try your best to do as he says, you want to please him, desperately so, if it means he will keep doing what he is doing. Though you can't stop your eyes from rolling back, as your moans get louder and more desperate. For a second, you're worried about being too loud, the stone walls of the church echoing every single sound within it, so you bite your lips as you try to focus back on him. His thumb however goes to your bottom lip, gently prying your mouth open for him. He smirks as he pushes the finger inside your mouth, brushing against your tongue languidly. Your breathing accelerates, your heart beats wildly in your chest, but you still suck around his fingers as slowly and deliberately as you can. He rewards you with a pleased hum which has your walls clenching around nothing. The circles he is brushing get more and more insistent and you mewl around his thumb. You feel yourself quickly nearing a ledge, one you're not sure leads where. His thumb retracts with a pop.
"F-Falk I-"
You don't even have time to speak further as you suddenly tumble over the precipice. White hot pleasure floods through your body, and you quiver in his lap, head thrown back as your lips part in a silent scream. His mouth latches on your neck and in between kisses, you can hear soft praises as he keeps stroking you through your orgasm.
"My good little Maus, giving yourself to me.”
Your brain feels like mush as your glassy eyes look up in time to see him taking his wet fingers to his mouth. You flush as you watch him, completely enraptured despite your shame. Once more, you feel your cunt clenching and you buck into him.
"Need you Falk, please," you whimper pathetically.
He chuckles as his hands go to unzip his pants, finally freeing his throbbing erection from the confines of his pants and underwear. You can't help but stare as a part of you wonders how it could possibly fit. Heat still pools through you at the sight though, the leaking tip, the thick veins-
"Are you ready?" He asks softly, distracting you.
"Yes... Please"
He nods and his hands go to your hips to lift you, positioning you over his length. Pushing your panties to the side, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly, he begins pulling you down. Your breath hitches as you feel him breach you, torturously slowly sheathing himself inside your heat. The stretch is initially uncomfortable, bordering on painful, and you can't help but whimper. His lips slot against yours, tongues dancing together, which serves to distract you as he keeps pushing in. The more he fills you, the more pain makes way to pleasure. He presses his forehead to yours as you both pant heavily, and you feel so overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness you’ve never known before, you were on the verge of tears and he hadn’t even begun moving yet.
"So good for me Maus, look at you, you're already taking all of me."
The hoarse whisper against your lips sends a shiver through you, and he grunts lowly when you clench around him. You notice how he is holding back for you, as you accomodate to the stretch. After a few moments though, the fingers on your hips tighten hard enough to bruise. You cry out when he lifts you up before dropping you back down on his length. His name falls out of your lips like a broken record as he keeps repeating the motion, accelerating the rhythm. Your legs are trembling now, and he begins bucking up into you as well, hitting a spot inside you that has you nearly screaming.
"Will you be mine, Maus?" He suddenly asks harshly as his lips go back to your neck, sucking bruises and biting.
"Y-yes, make me yours, please Falk!"
"Good girl" he whispers as his pace gets quicker, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.
You can't even think anymore, you just focus on the feeling of him thrusting into you and his low growls against your neck. A second orgasm is quickly approaching and you hear yourself pleading incoherently. He suddenly bites harder into your neck, and that's how you come undone, convulsing and screaming out his name as you clench tightly around him. He curses then bites into your shoulder, and through the shockwaves of pleasure, you feel his cock twitch and fill you to the brim with his seed. You both stay like this for god knows how long, the sound of your strained breaths filling the church. You whine when he finally pulls out of you and tucks himself back in his pants. You can feel his cum leaking out of you and into your panties as you watch him mindlessly, feeling completely blissed out and exhausted.
"There's no way I'm letting you go now, love" he says as his hands cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes.
You lean into his touch and you smile sleepily. Your face has to be such a mess now, you think, but you cannot bring yourself to care.
Hello hello! Tis that time again, I am back with another update of what's to come! Let me know what you're most excited to see, or if there's any ideas you'd like to see from me, I just love talking to you guys, it's great! Anyways, onto the important stuff...
Right Beside You (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF (request for @theriseofshin) - Vessel comes by to visit Reader. After a peaceful afternoon together a large storm rolls in. Vessel, noticing Reader's anxiety surrounding the weather, does everything in his power to help her get through the night. Absolute sweetness ensues
Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) pt. 10 - (this chapter has been getting worked on a lot in the background so hopefully publishing isn't too far behind this post) after being woken up by an unexpected visitor, Reader and the boys try to find a way to make themselves less intimidating to the townspeople.
Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) pt. 3 - @ruh--roh-raggy - Reader runs into an old familiar face at Freddy's, Will has a little bit of an accident, Henry flies into absolute dad mode, some slightly chaotic fluffy fun all around.
THE STILL UNTITLED ICEBURG FIC - (For those of you that have been around for a few of these updates, you'll know this fic has been plaguing my brain for months. It is on the cusp of being finished, I still have zero concept what to do for a title, but I will be damned if I don't publish this.) Reader returns to her home of Water7 after years of running from her past. After seeing the man she had fallen in love with as a teenager she knows that the only place for her to be is at his side. But, can she forgive herself for the hurt she caused in the past in order to do so?
The Baptism (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT - Part 2 of the Sacrilege Series! After deciding to fully convert to the church, Reader turns to Father Charles for guidance. Wanting to do everything in his power to help ease her nerves over the ceremony he offers to walk her through it ahead of time, in order to not have the pressure of the entire congregation watching her. When they find themselves alone, neither one of them is sure how long they can keep their true feelings hidden for the other.
Untitled Dave Miller Smut - @ruh--roh-raggy - All thanks to @yellowbunnydreams I have a new grungly weird man to write stuff about. And her Dave makes me particularly feral. More details to come...
The Confessional (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader SMUT)
Hello! This was not part of my plan at all! So... Surprise! I was tagged in this wonderful comic by a few of you (OP your art is amazing, I'm still giggling and kicking my feet over it, if you would like me to remove the tag for your comic please let me know ❤️). If I wasn't insane about Falk before, I am now. I haven't written smut in a while, I'm a little rusty, so, please bare with me. If you would like to be added to my tag list please let me know, enjoy!
WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT, age gap (reader is in her mid 20's, Falk is in his late 40's), misuse of religious ceremonies and general sacreligious theming, mutual pining, Falk being kind of a pervert, solo masturbation, Falk just really likes reader in dresses, slight power imbalance dynamic, priest kink, oral (m and f receiving), hand job, fingering, praise kink, heavy use of 'good girl', soft dom! Falk, reader refers to Falk as 'Father' and 'sir' a few times throughout, submissive reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slight breeding kink maybe?, creampie, lots of aftercare, general fluff as to be expected from me cause I am the softest of bitches
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“Good afternoon, Father.” You groan slightly as your friend jabs her elbow harshly into your ribs. Your eyes snapping up as Father Falk steps up to the side of your table. He greets each of the siblings you are sitting with by name, his kind smile widening slightly as his attention turns to you. He holds your gaze momentarily before quickly snapping himself from his thoughts. He stood and talked with your group for a little while, asking how everyone's studies were going and cracking a few jokes. Every so often, he would single you out specifically, softly stating your name in a way that made your heart pound in your chest.
“It was wonderful seeing all of you. Don't be afraid to stop by and chat sometime if you'd like.” He smiles as he gets ready to head off. Your cheeks grow warm as you catch him looking you over one last time before leaving.
“He so has a thing for you.” One of them pipes up immediately after he's out of earshot.
“Will you shut up? He does not.” You respond immediately with a groan.
“I'm sorry, did we not all just see him check you out?” There was a collective murmur of agreement amongst your group. “You've had a crush on Falk for forever, and he clearly likes you. You should tell him!”
“I'll think about it, okay?” You snap back just to get them to drop it. “I have to go; I’m on chapel duty tonight.”
“Well, that gives you plenty of time to think then, doesn’t it?” She jokes. You roll your eyes, saying your goodbyes before heading off to complete your nightly chores.
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Falk sighs as he enters his office, falling back against the door as he shuts it behind him. The sight of your flustered expression still burning in the forefront of his mind brought a smile to his face. He shook his head, unwilling to entertain the thought at the moment. There was still work to be done; he couldn't allow himself to get distracted. He removes his formal vestments, washing off his ceremonial paints before sitting at his desk. He leans back in his chair, staring out the open window as his mind wanders. Falk has had his eye on you for a while, always trying to keep a respectful distance. But, to put things simply, he found you too captivating to resist for long. He noticed all of your coy smiles and bashful glances, your lips always so pretty and perfectly glossed. Part of him wondered how that gloss would look as it smeared over– Falk shook his head, clearing his throat as he shut down the thought. Part of him felt guilty having such sinful thoughts about you. You were a kind, respectable young woman. Yet, he always ends up back at the same place, his hips stuttering as he ruts into his palm, your name shamelessly falling from his lips, sweat coating his brow as he imagines how his fingers would sink into your pillowy hips. He curses as he finishes, his head tipping back as he struggles to catch his breath. He cleaned himself up, taking one last look at the paperwork on his desk and deciding it wasn't worth the trouble; he wouldn't be able to focus on it right now if he tried. He headed toward the chapel; he had to set up for mass in the morning anyway. The physical movement would be a nice break from the monotony of signing forms and a welcome distraction from his racing thoughts.
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You sat on your knees inside the confessional, tracing small circles over old leather seats with a polishing cloth. You always dedicated the utmost care to the chapel whenever it was your daily task. You would be here a lot later than most of the other Siblings, taking time to care for the woodwork and the other less prominent cleaning areas that still needed some love. You heard the door open, figuring someone was coming in for late afternoon prayer. “Schwester, you’re here late.” You froze at the sound of Father Falk’s voice behind you.
“I could say the same for you, Father.” You glance at him over your shoulder, his tall frame filling the door frame of the confessional. He peers at your work curiously, making you giggle. Falk’s heart raced at the melodic sound. “No one ever remembers to take care of the leather.” He holds out his hand for you to take. Your fingers tremble as they ghost over his, letting him help you up from kneeling on the floor. He smiles as he studies your smaller form, trailing a knuckle along your jaw.
“Always so dedicated.” He coos. “This is why you’re my favorite.” He chuckles at your flustered expression. You take his arm, letting him guide you through the empty chapel. “I need to choose some music for mass in the morning. Would you like to help me decide?”
“Of course.” You smile softly at him, your skin glowing under the kaleidoscope of colors flowing through the stained glass windows. The dark wooden walls made the room feel eerie, the only source of light besides the sun and the sporadic groups of candles still lit from this morning. The altar itself becomes a tomb of darkness, the large brass pipes of the organ shining like teeth from some glorious eldritch monster before you. Falk’s hand slips into yours, noticing your apprehensive expression.
“You look nervous, little maus.” He chuckles.
“The chapel just feels a little different at night, Father, that’s all.” You respond.
“I can assure you,” he turns to face you, bringing your knuckles to his lips, “the only thing that bites in here, Schwester, is me.” He chuckles. You swallow thickly, knowing the statement was supposed to be a joke, but the thought was enough to have heat pooling between your legs. He separates himself from you to prepare his music, leaving your attention to wander around the altar. You couldn’t help but stop and admire the carvings that adorned the mensa. “You can touch it, you know,” he chuckles, watching you study the wood closely with your hands neatly tucked behind your back, “I promise you’re not going to burst into flames or anything.” You shoot him a teasing smile before allowing your fingers to trace over the intricate work.
“It’s gorgeous; I’ve never gotten to look at the carvings up close.” You remark in awe.
“I’m surprised you haven’t,” he slowly strides closer to you, “Father Charles loves to romanticize the old rituals they used to perform.”
“I wonder what it would be like to sit up there.” You state blankly, not expecting a response.
“Would you like to see for yourself?” You nod slowly, waiting to see just what he would do. He stands before you, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. Two warm hands find their way to your waist, his palm curving perfectly to the contours of your hip. You tensed under his touch, your heart pounding in your chest. You're lifted from the floor and set on the edge of the mensa in one swift movement. The wood was cool under your fingertips; Falk couldn't help but study how your plush thighs settled against the dark, nearly black surface. You looked out over the endless rows of pews, imagining what they must look like full of spectators.
“So this is what they saw in their final moments, huh?”
“Final moments?” Falk repeats back under his breath. He chuckles, his hand trailing across your cheek as he brushes some stray hair from your face. “What kind of rituals do you think these were?” He asks softly, a playful smile on his lips.
“Sacrifices?” You respond slowly, shooting him a confused glance. He shakes his head.
“No, Mäuschen, these ritually focused more on…” he trails off, his eyes raking over your much smaller frame in a way that made heat pool in your core. “Pleasure.” He finishes finally. He can't help but smirk as he notices the way you squeeze your thighs together in response to his words. He stands in front of you, placing a hand on either side of your hips, caging you in his arms. You're forced to look up to meet his eyes, warm golden brown irises that almost glow under the low candlelight. “A Sibling would be brought in here for an evening of indulgence, expected to confess their deepest desires so they could be cared for properly. But, of course, that was only experienced if one found themselves to be a favorite of a particular High Clergy member.” His words from earlier ringing in your ears, ‘This is why you're my favorite.’ You swallow thickly, unable to break yourself away from his gaze.
“Why, um,” your voice shook slightly as you spoke, “why did they stop doing these rituals?” Your heart pounded, your skin feeling hot as you desperately tried to ignore the arousal that burned in your core.
“They haven't.” He responds bluntly with a sharp smile. “If I were better prepared, I would offer to demonstrate.” Your grip tightened on the table at his statement; Falk chuckled softly as he decided he'd had enough fun flustering you for the evening. “Come here Mäuschen, we still need to choose that music.” He helps you down from the mensa, his hands lingering on your waist for a little longer than they should have been before you both finish your chores in the chapel for the evening.
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You were finding it impossible to get to sleep. Your mind kept wandering back to your meeting with Falk earlier that night. How he could easily move you around as he wanted, how large and strong he was compared to you, you could still feel the way his hands brushed against your thighs as he easily caged you in at the mensa. You squeeze your thighs together, the throbbing between your legs quickly returning at the thought of him. You hadn't realized until tonight how massive his hands were, still feeling their warmth on your waist. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking about how his hands would feel traveling across your bare skin. You slipped a hand under your shirt, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a soft groan as you massage your breast, your other hand toying at the waist of your pants. This wasn't the first time you had thought about Falk like this, but who could blame you? From the moment you two had met, he had absolutely captivated you. You had never met someone so sophisticated and mature who treated you with such respect. He was a romantic, handsome, and, if the rumors are true, incredible in bed. You try to stifle a whine as you start to rub slow circles on your clit, your fingers already slick with your arousal. His name tumbled softly from your lips as you chased your rapidly approaching high. Your hips buck into your hand as you carefully slide two fingers inside of yourself. You tried to imagine how deep his long fingers would be able to reach, the thought alone enough to make your eyes roll back in your head. He would treat you so well; you just knew it. Your moans grew louder and more desperate the closer you got to your climax. Your back arches off the bed, his name falling repeatedly from your lips like a prayer as the tightly wound coil inside of you finally snaps. Maybe now you will finally be able to sleep.
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Falk stood frozen outside of your bedroom door. He came down here to apologize for how he had acted earlier, saying something like he had to you was out of line. He should know better. He was just about to knock on your door when he heard your voice moan his name. He stills, knowing he should leave but unable to move from the spot. He doesn't dare even breathe, listening closely to see if he could hear more of your sweet sounds. His mouth grows dry as he listens to your soft whines; he wonders what sounds he might be able to coax out of you. He would love to take his time with you, meticulously toying with every part of you he could get his hands on just to see how you would respond to his touch. His member pressed painfully against the confines of his pants, the throbbing only growing more intense as he listened to your soft sounds grow louder as you approached your climax. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, his whole body rigid as he listens to your gasps and cries; he can hear your bed frame creak in time with the thrusts from your fingers. He had to suppress a growl in his throat at the thought of how much better you would feel if it were him taking care of your needs. His heart leaps into his throat, all the air getting punched out of his lungs as he hears you cry out for him. Your fervent moans bordering on screams as you repeatedly call his name through your peak, a delighted sigh trailing off the end before you fell utterly silent. He hurriedly straightens himself up and heads away from your dorm, not wanting to risk anyone catching a glimpse of the situation. He hurries back to his room, his heart still hammering in his chest as your sweet voice rang in his ears. You were thinking of him through the heights of your pleasure; his face burned as the realization of what he had just done occurred.
Falk sat in bed, thumbing through a novel he had read dozens of times, just looking for a distraction. Getting to sleep proved impossible, his mind always managing to wander back to the sound of your sweet whines. He snaps the book shut, removing his reading glasses and placing them on his nightstand. He massages the bridge of his nose with a soft groan. He turns off his lamp, nestling himself into his pillows before staring at the plain white ceiling. His whole body buzzed with arousal; he lay rigid in bed as he resisted the urge to give in to his temptations. However, with the day he had with you, it was nearly impossible for him to resist. “You perverted old man.” He chuckles, chastising himself. “What would she say if she knew you were thinking about her like this?” He knew he should feel ashamed, but after hearing your needy cries for him, he was sure you wouldn't mind; you may even be flattered that the thought of you alone was enough to get him off. He rests a hand on his bare stomach, fidgeting with the waistband of his fleece pants. In moments like this, he thought of you more often than he would care to admit, but he simply couldn't help himself. The sweet smell of your perfume, the curves of your body, the flirtatious glimmer that always managed to find its way into your eyes, you could bring Falk to his knees without much effort at all. He hissed softly as he finally rubbed his hand over his clothed member, wishing desperately that it could be you taking care of him instead. He took his time, imagining how your body would feel in his hands and what sweet sounds he could coax out of you. His mind wandered back to the sight of you on your knees in front of him in the confessional, the way your pretty sundress rose up to show the plushness of your thighs, making his cock twitch. He slowly pushed his pants down his hips, his erection slapping against his stomach as it was finally freed from its confines. He gives himself a few tentative pumps, groaning at the welcomed friction. All he could think about was how pretty you would look riding him, how your heat would pull him in, how cute and pathetic it would be when your legs finally gave up, your thighs trembling from over-exertion, allowing him to flip you over and fuck you stupid into the mattress. He curses, growling your name as he finishes, his hot release coating his pale skin. The otherwise silent room was filled with the sounds of Falk’s heavy breathing as he came down from his high. Cleaning himself up and settling into bed again, he lay awake, wondering if you were still thinking about him.
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Sitting through Mass the following morning proved to be a nearly impossible task. You couldn’t look at Falk without the thought of him towering over you as you sat on the mensa flashing through your mind. You squeezed your thighs together, silently praying that Mass would end soon so you could find some sort of distraction. Your breath freezes in your lungs when your eyes meet his, “we ask that you please stay for monthly confession. Of course, a simple check-in will suffice as well.” He continues his closing remarks. You wiped your hands on your thighs, your palms suddenly growing clammy. You knew there was no need to confess that you had been having such indecent thoughts, but you could feel the admission resting on the tip of your tongue. Something about being in the confessional made it utterly impossible for you to keep any secrets. You dwelled in your seat for what felt like hours as you watched the rest of your fellow Siblings slip into one of the five confessionals. You had no idea who you would be met with on the other side of that door. By the time you approached the confessional, you were one of the last people left in the chapel. The wooden door creaked as you pulled its heavy circular handle. Slipping inside, it only took a moment before you were plunged into darkness, your eyes slowly adjusting to the booth's low light. Your knees land on the plush pad, your breathing shaky as you trace along the lattice pattern of the screen that separates you from whoever sits on the other side.
“Forgive me, Father,” you suck in a deep breath before continuing, “for I have sexualized an older man.” Your cheeks burn as the admission tumbles from your lips.
The figure on the other side of the screen straightens up, clearing his throat softly. You could feel his eyes on you despite not seeing his face. “Is that so?” Your blood turned to ice in your veins; it took everything you had to not bolt out of the confessional as you realized it was Falk on the other side of that screen. “May I ask who the object of your lustful thoughts may be, Schwester?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. Falk had realized who had stepped into his confessional the moment you began to speak. Your confession itself was enough to send a shiver up his spine; he began to wonder just how much you would be willing to admit to him.
“I have a feeling you already know the answer to that, Father Falk.” You respond boldly, making him chuckle. What a clever little Maus you were.
“Well, I’m truly flattered if that’s the case.” You found yourself smiling, fidgeting with your fingers as your heart began to race. “Although I wish I could have seen how cute you must have looked confessing that Mäuschen.” He grew silent for a moment, debating whether or not he should push his luck and ask what was really on his mind. “How often do you think about me, Schwester?”
“More frequently than I would care to admit, Father.” You lean in close to the screen, and Falk can feel your warm breath against the shell of his ear. “I’m ashamed to say I… I was even thinking about you last night.” The nervous tremor in your voice was just enough to drive Falk insane, a primal hunger growing deep inside of him as he listened to you describe the deepest fantasies about him. Your soft, melodic voice made him ache with need, wanting nothing more than to feel your bare skin under his fingertips, allowing you to give in to every single impure thought you had ever had about him. “I feel terrible; I hope there’s some way I can make it up to you.” You stifle a giggle as he clears his throat, adjusting himself in his seat. Falk’s hands were fisted in his vestments, your words leaving him unable to think straight. Your legs trembled, both due to growing tired from kneeling and from the arousal that was quickly pooling in your core. Falk’s stomach plummeted at the sound of you exiting the confessional. He still couldn’t say what he wanted to tell you even after all that. That thought was quickly swept away at the sight of you slipping through the door on his side of the booth.
“Well, this is certainly a surprise.” He chuckles, reaching out to take your hand. He runs his thumb soothingly over your knuckles, studying you briefly before tugging you closer. His large hands travel over the curve of your waist and down the outside of your thighs. “What do you plan on doing now, my brave little Maus?”
“What’s my repentance, Father?” You ask with a seductive grin. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly stretching across his features.
“On your knees, Schwester.” He orders gently. You do as he asks, your eyes never leaving his as you sink to the floor between his legs. “You want to repent, do you?” You nod, hazy eyes fluttering shut as he reaches to cup your cheek. You had done nothing wrong, and Falk could tell from your expression that you knew that. He traces his thumb along your bottom lip, your willingness to let him have complete control over the situation making the urge to claim you as his grows even more significant. He pushes his thumb past your lips, groaning as your tongue glides over the digit. “Such a pretty little thing you are, Maus.” He looks at you hungrily, his free hand working on removing his vestments. He pulls his thumb from your mouth with a pop, taking a moment to undress himself as much as necessary for the task. You hum contently as he rests a hand on the top of your head, your cheek resting on his muscular thigh as Falk takes a moment to just drink in the sight of you. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, hesitantly reaching out to run your hand over his member, which was only separated from your palm by the thin cloth of his boxers. Falk quickly covers his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle the hiss that threatened to escape him at your gentle touch. He didn’t want to come undone before you so easily, but that proved a much more difficult task than he anticipated. He cups your face in his hand, keeping your eyes locked with his as you familiarize yourself with the contours of his body. His erection was hot in your hand; you felt his fingers twitch against your jaw as you traced your finger along one of the thick veins that trailed up from the base of his cock. He curses under his breath, his hips bucking slightly under your hand. You tug at the waistband of his boxers, silently asking permission to remove the only barrier separating you from him. You swallow thickly, your eyes tracing over the tattoos that wound up his arms as he removes the last of his clothing. You slowly peel yourself out of your dress, Falk’s breath hitching at the sight of the lingerie set that perfectly hugged your curves underneath.
“I figured I should make things a little more even.” You remark with a seductive smirk. Falk sits up, reaching behind you to undo the clasps of your bra with ease.
“I definitely won’t complain.” He chuckles, guiding the thin straps from your shoulders, the lacy fabric falling to the floor. He allows himself a glance at your nearly naked form, groaning at the sight of your beautiful body on display for him. His finger trails along your jaw, his lips hanging just out of your reach. “Can I kiss you?” He asks softly.
You can’t help but giggle slightly, “I mean, you’ve practically seen me naked; I don’t think kissing could hurt.” He lets out a chuckle of his own in response.
“You have a point Maus,” he rakes over your features with a hungry expression, “I’m just glad I finally get the chance to taste you.” Falk’s lips crash into yours; you can't help but let out a delighted sigh. Your fingers trembled as your hands ghosted over his skin. He hums against your lips, covering your hand and pressing your palm to his chest. You could feel his heart pounding. He pulls back from you slightly, his lips brushing over yours as he speaks. “You don't have to be nervous, Maus; I'm all yours.” He whispers before pulling you back into another mind-numbing kiss. You smile as you feel his body tense under your touch, your hands slowly trailing down his torso until your fingers bump into his boxers. Your lips leave his, trailing across his jaw. He groans, his hands coming to rest on your waist. He squeezes your hips as you place a kiss on his neck. Your fingers dip into the waist of his boxers, easing them down his hips as your lips trail down his body. Falk couldn't take his eyes off you; you were so captivatingly beautiful that he didn't dare look away. He bites his fist as he tries to stifle a groan as you wrap your hand around the base of him. Anyone could still be in the chapel; anyone could step into the confessional at any time, but the risk of potentially getting caught only made you want each other more desperately. Your eyes never leave his as you wrap your lips around the tip of his member. He squeezes his eyes shut, biting hard into his bottom lip as his head drops back. “Good girl.” He praises you softly, cursing under his breath as you allow more of him to slide over your tongue. You squeezed your legs together, the quiet moans that you effortlessly pulled from him making it impossible for you to ignore the throbbing need that was quickly growing in your core. His skin was hot against your tongue; you wanted to savor every single sound you coaxed out of him, making sure to take things slowly. He cradled the back of your head carefully in his hand, wanting to touch you somehow. You noticed his breathing quicken, the groans tumbling from his lips coming much more frequently than when you had started. “Mäuschen,” he calls softly, “be careful, I’m not finished with you yet.” He chuckles, easing you off of him with a hiss. His head hits the back wall of the confessional with a soft thud as he sits, catching his breath. His thumb soothingly stroked your cheek, eyes finding yours with an expression nothing short of pure adoration.
“I’d like to take you back to my room if that’s alright.” His request hung heavy in the air for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest.
“You’re not worried about people seeing us?” You ask. It’s not like it was uncommon for Siblings to be seen slipping into High Clergy members' quarters; if anyone happened to see you, they probably wouldn’t care anyway. But, there was something about his invitation. Falk wasn’t inviting you back to his room for some meaningless one-night stand.
“Why would I be worried? Anyone who sees us is just going to know you’re mine.” He tilts your chin gently with his knuckle, offering you a sharp smile that sends a shiver down your spine. “Stand up, meine hertz.” You do as he says, allowing him to place his hands on your waist to pull you closer. Your breath hitches in your throat as he presses a kiss to your pulse. His fingers ghost over you, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin as he memorizes the curves of your body. Electricity danced across your neck, each kiss making your mind grow cloudier. Your legs threaten to give out underneath you as he sinks his teeth into you. You let out a soft whine, your fingers tangling in his hair as he assaulted your neck. “Beautiful.” He traces around the dark purple mark with his finger.
“I'm hoping there's more where that came from.” You giggle in response. Falk smiles, his fingers massaging your hips as his lips find yours in the quiet intimacy.
“Coming from the woman worried about people seeing us together.” He teases with a chuckle.
“Oh, I was worried about that for your sake.” You can't help but smile as he steals a few chaste kisses, unable to deny himself such a simple pleasure now that he's gotten a taste of it. “But, if you're okay with people knowing about us–”
“Us?” He offers you a devious smirk. “You want there to be an us?” He asks curiously. Your face burned as you realized the confession you let slip out into the darkness.
“I-um,” you stutter, searching desperately for any response but coming up empty-handed.
“A pretty little thing like you interested in an old man like me,” he chuckles, grabbing your chin between his thumb and finger, “it almost sounds too good to be true, Mäuschen.”
“I definitely wouldn't consider you old, Father.” You respond with a soft laugh. Falk smiles, his hand warm against your cheek as he carefully caresses the side of your face. His eyes slowly trail over your features, memorizing how you looked at him; your pupils were blown with lust, yet your gaze held a softness, an admiration, that Falk couldn't miss. He guides your lips back to his, your body immediately melting into his embrace. He shivers as your fingers trail over his chest. He found your hesitancy adorable, enjoying that he knew he would have to control the situation, given your apparent nerves.
“Get dressed,” he mumbles against your lips, “I want to get you out of here. You buzzed with excitement as you righted your clothes, taking a deep breath to steady your pounding heart. You turn when you hear Falk softly call your name, stepping closer to him to allow his hands to slide over the curve of your waist. “Beautiful.” He states softly as his eyes hungrily rake over your body. His large hands wrap around the back of your thighs, steadying you as you lean down to kiss him. He feels goosebumps erupt across your skin as he slowly slides his hands upward, his calloused palms hot against your body as he slides over the curve of your ass. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, carefully guiding them down your legs. “You're not going to be needing these.” He chuckles, stuffing the delicate fabric into his pocket.
“You dirty old man.” You tease him with a smile, sliding your arms over his shoulders.
“Your dirty old man.” He corrects with a smirk and a smile, his hands returning to their task of distractingly running over your thighs. “How about we get out of here, Maus?” He asks in a seductive tone.
“Yes, Father.” You respond with a coy smile, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Falk chuckles in response, enjoying seeing you relax into such a happy, flirty state. You giggle as Falk hugs you from behind, pulling you flush against him as he leans down to press his lips to your cheek.
“Little minx.” He whispers, reaching past you to open the confessional door. You let out a soft squeak as a gentle smack lands on your ass, prompting you forward and making Falk chuckle. You step into the empty chapel, your heart pounding in your ears loud enough to drown out the soft clacking of your shoes against the tile floor. Falk was by your side instantly, his hand slipping into yours as you were met with the same warm, comforting smile you were used to seeing from him. Being with him puts your nerves at ease; the way he speaks so kindly towards you, how he gently places a hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the way of oncoming people, allowing your mind to swim in all the possibilities of what might be in store for you upon your arrival at Falk’s quarters. His actions let you know he would take good care of you; that fact alone was enough to make your knees weak. His body parted from yours to unlock his door, quickly slipping the heavy wrought iron key into the lock before retaking your hand. He tugs you into the dark entryway—your heart races as you lose sight of him when the door shuts. You're eventually able to make out the faint shape of his silhouette; you freeze as he suddenly closes the distance between you. Your back presses flush against the cool wood, Falk’s lips crashing against yours. He wastes no time picking up where you had left off, his fingers ghosting over your thighs as he gathers the flowy fabric of your dress in his large hands. “Keep this on for now, Mäuschen.” He instructs gently. “You look cute.”
You grab him by his collar, pulling his lips back down to yours. Falk lifts you from the ground with ease, guiding your legs around his waist as he effortlessly carries you to his bedroom. He sets you gently on the floor. His hands move to unbutton his shirt; you stop him as a seductive expression spreads across your features. “Can I?” You ask softly, toying with the top button of his shirt. He nods quickly in response, his hands falling away as he watches you, slightly in shock that you would do something so bold. You slowly unfasten every button, Falk struggling not to grab you and toss you on the bed, the feeling of your knuckles so delicately brushing over his torso making his skin burn with need. You push his shirt off of his shoulder, your hands trailing down his strong arms as you push yourself into him. He curses as he feels your tongue glide over his neck; he tangles his fingers in your hair, groaning loudly at the feeling of your sharp teeth pressing harshly into his skin.
Falk chuckles, grabbing your face in his hand. “I see someone else is a little possessive as well, hm?” He smiles, a devious glint in his eye. He winces dramatically as he prods at the mark you left behind. You lean closer to him, eyes never leaving his as you gently kiss the spot.
“You’ll have plenty of time to make me all you want later, I promise.” He smiles teasingly.
“And why can’t I do that now?” You challenge.
“Because,” he starts in a low tone, tilting your chin up with his finger as his lips hang just out of reach. “I’m much more concerned with caring for you, Maus.” He steps forward, guiding you backward until the back of your knees bump against the edge of his bed. “Lay down.” He orders firmly.
“Yes, sir.” The words tumble from your lips before you can thoroughly think them through. You freeze, cheeks burning as you wait to see how he would respond.
“Sir?” he asks in response. You fall back against the mattress, and Falk's larger form easily cages you underneath him. He studies you hungrily, running a knuckle down your pulse. “I could get used to that.” He chuckles, watching the way you squirm underneath him. “Is that alright with you, sweetheart?” He asks softly.
“Yes, sir.” You respond in a similar tone.
“Good girl.” He whispers with a sharp smile before he pulls your lips back to his.
Falk kissed you like a man starved, the sweet taste of your lips intoxicating as he sought to consume you: body, mind, and soul. He wanted you to think of no one else, only him. The way your hand fists into his hair as he sinks his teeth into your plush thighs, leads him to believe he's doing a pretty good job. Simply put, Falk believed you deserved to be worshiped, the ground you walked in sacred, just for being allowed to be under your foot. Giving you anything less than his very best would be a sin. You shiver at the feeling of his long fingers holding over your exposed skin, pushing your dress up to your hips to put you on full display for him. He could have spent hours marking you as his. Every dark purple mark he added to the growing collection just looked so pretty against your soft skin. You jolt as his thumb brushes over your clit, letting out a soft whine as you try to push yourself into his hand. Falk chuckles, cupping your sex with his hands as he brings his face up to yours. “Needy little thing, aren't you, Maus?” He smirks. You let out a soft whine, your nails digging into his broad shoulders as he begins to slowly circle your clit. “Is this what you wanted?” You nod, quiet moans tumbling from your lips. Falk slowly his motions; he can't help but chuckle as you adorably pout up at him. “Use your words.” You swallow thickly, his commanding tone making your heart pound.
“Yes, sir.” You respond quickly, and Falk smiles sharply. His lips crash into yours; you moan into his mouth as his fingers suddenly pick up their pace. He used the chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth; you let out a pleased hum, your body arching off the bed to push into his. He studies your features with a smug expression as he pulls back, your pupils blown and your lips puffy from the intensity of how he kissed you.
“You just lay back and look pretty; I'm going to take good care of you.” He states softly. He lowers himself to his knees at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around your hips to pull you closer to him. Your legs rested over his shoulders, his fingers intertwined with yours. You cursed, your thighs squeezing around his head as he wasted no time allowing himself to taste you. He groans as you roll your hips, dragging the sweet taste of your arousal across his tongue. His fingers pressed harshly into the curve of your waist with bruising force. Your fingers slide into his soft hair, your breath catching in your throat as Falk lets out a low growl. Your back arches off the bed, tugging harshly at his strands as he licks a long firm stripe over your clit. Your soft moans only spurred him on; it wasn’t long before he could feel your thighs beginning to shake as they squeezed tightly against his ears. He hums against you, causing you to let out a strangled whine. You groan as you feel him gently press his fingers through your entrance. He pauses as you tense, allowing your body a moment to adjust to the feeling of how deeply his long, slender fingers hit inside of you. He praises you softly, his free hand pressing into the plush of your stomach to hold you in place as he rapidly brought you to the edge of release.
You moaning his name was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. His heart raced as you reached out for him, pulling him closer as your moans gradually became louder and more desperate with every thrust of his fingers. He presses his thumb to your clit, making you cry up as your nails dragged down his back. He hisses softly at the feeling, no doubt in his mind that thin red scratches would be littering his pale skin. Falk’s voice sounded foggy and far off as something inside of you finally snapped, pleasure crashing over you as you screamed his name. Your cries were muffled by his lips being crushed against yours, swallowing all of your moans as he drew out the peak of your climax as long as possible. Your body still shook as he eased his fingers out of you, effortlessly taking hold of your waist and guiding you into his lap. Your arms slide over his shoulders, your arms fluttering shut as your lips easily find your way back to his. He holds you up with one arm, using the other to shove off his pants clumsily. He moans as he feels the heat of your sex press against him. His hands slide over the curve of your ass, guiding your hips slowly back and forth over his cock. “How are your legs feeling?” He purrs teasingly, your hips keeping the same slow, languid pace as he massages your thighs.
“Shaky.” You admit with a giggle. You pull your lip between your teeth as Falk leaves a trail of kisses across your jaw.
“Think you have it in you to be on top, Mäuschen?” He whispers in your ear.
You start to nod before you pause, remembering Falk’s instructions. “Yes, sir.” Your voice trembles in anticipation.
“That’s my girl.” He praises softly. You shiver as his large hands travel over the curve of your waist, pushing your dress over your head at an agonizingly slow pace. He marveled at how your skin was molded under his thumbs; you were so much softer than he could have imagined now that you were in his hands. You curse as you ease yourself onto his length, your thighs trembling as you settle yourself in his lap. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the lewd sounds that fell from your lips as he filled you so perfectly. Falk groans at the feeling of you squeezing around him, pushing down on your hips to ensure he is as deep inside of you as possible. “You are… Perfect.” He growls in your ear, making you whine as he rolls his hips. You slowly started to move yourself, Falk’s head thudding against the headboard as he struggled not to fuck into you. Everything about your body felt like it was made just for him: the way his hands fit along the curve of your waist, how easily your lips met his as you sat in his lap, you were everything he could have hoped for, and so much more. Falk’s heart stops as you take his face in your hands, angling his face upwards. His eyes meet yours, your gaze hazy and filled with need. If his heart weren’t hammering so hard in his chest, he would have sworn he had died. You were so beautiful, covered in deep purple love bites and marks from his teeth. You were the closest thing Falk had ever seen to an angel. He wraps an arm around your waist, his larger form allowing him to flip you underneath him easily. He pushes your knees to your chest, and your back arches off the bed as a strangled moan escapes from your throat. One of his hands wraps tightly around your waist, holding you in place as his hips snap against you at an animalistic pace. The other soothingly stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears that had started to gather along your lashes with his thumb. He presses the digit past your lips, the salty taste of your tears mixing with the sweetness of his skin. He leans down close to your ear, tilting your hips up in the process, causing him to hit a spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. He presses a kiss to your cheek before growling, “I have to make sure I fuck you stupid, so no one else will be able to satisfy you.” He chuckles, cradling your head in his hand as his lips trail along your neck. You were putty in his hands, every inch of your body burning with pleasure as he seemed to know exactly how you wanted him to touch you. He curses, resting your head on the pillows as he wraps both hands around your hips. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, gradually losing their tempo as he neared his climax. He falls forward slightly, his hand slamming against the headboard as he catches himself. Your skin seemed to glow under the low light; the thin sheen of sweat that had accumulated on your body made you shine in the darkness. Falk’s breathing was ragged, your moans and cries of his name melodic in his ears as he kept up his harsh thrusts. Sweat dripped from his brow, various tones of grey splattering across your bare torso as his ceremonial paint melted from his skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him as deep inside of you as possible. He lets out a sound between a chuckle and a growl. “Careful, Mäuschen.” He warns, his gaze darkening slightly as he studies you hungrily. “I might not be able to pull out in time.”
“Who said I wanted you to.” Your response hit Falk like a slap in the face. He tangles his fingers in your hair, crushing your lips against his as his hips slam into yours fervently. You screamed his name, your body going rigid in his hands as he mercilessly pounded into you. He wanted, no, needed to claim you as his. He curses under his breath, moaning out your name as his hips stutter to a stop. His kisses quickly become more tender compared to the ferocious energy they just held. He holds you in his arms momentarily, allowing both of you time for your breathing to settle. He takes your hand, soothingly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and bringing them to his lips. He talks you through every little motion as he moves to get you both cleaned up, instructing you to relax so he can handle things. He handles you so delicately, pausing any time he notices you show signs of discomfort. He can take a moment to massage any tender muscles or readjust your position so you’re more comfortable. He crawls under the covers next to you, an arm circling your waist as he pulls you flush against his chest.
“How are you feeling?” He asks softly, soothingly massaging your waist.
“Incredible.” You sigh blissfully. Falk smiles, burying his face against your neck. “I…” you trail off, nervously fidgeting with the edge of your pillowcase. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time.” Your confession hangs heavy in the otherwise silent room.
“So have I.” He finally responds after a few seconds. “Schön, would you… Would you like to stay?” You feel him squeeze at your waist, trying to pull you closer.
“I would.” You respond quietly. Your attention wanders to the clock on the bedside table, suddenly remembering that it was still the middle of the day and you had tasks you were expected to attend to. “Shit, I’m going to be late–” You’re cut off by Falk pressing his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a delighted sight. He pushes you back into the mattress, fingers tangling with yours as he pins your hands above your head.
“You can skip out just for one day,” he asks breathlessly in between kisses. “Can’t you, Maus?” He didn’t give you any time to respond before he crushed his lips against yours again. You gave in without much of a fight. After all, spending your afternoon like this was worth the risk of getting in trouble.
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Hello hello! And welcome to the third installment of The Sacrilege Series! Sorry it took me so long to finally finish this one, I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've rewritten this, but we did it! It's finished! I would love to know what you guys think, so please feel free to comment below! Thank you so much for reading!!
WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, age gap (Charles is in his mid-late 40's, Reader is in her early-mid twenties), sacrilegious themes, misuse of religious ceremonies, not a whole lot of plot, praise, size kink, fingering, biting, marking, hair pulling, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, confession, aftercare, if I missed any please let me know!
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You examined every nameplate you encountered as you wandered the Abbey’s darkened hallways. Despite living here for a few months, you found yourself getting horrifically lost as soon as the sun went down, every stretching shadow and darkened corridor causing your sense of direction to go haywire. Usually, you wouldn't stray too far from your dorm, especially at this hour. But tonight was a bit of a different story.
You held a thick piece of cardstock in your hands, flipping the maroon-colored paper between your fingers as you walked. You found a letter taped outside your door upon returning from your duties. Upon further inspection, you learned that you were being invited to become a fully inducted member of the church. A process that you were excited to partake in but still left you with a feeling of anxiety bubbling up in your stomach nonetheless. The letter highlighted that you were welcome to pick a mentor for the occasion; whether that be a fellow sibling or a superior was entirely up to you. Everyone you had met around the Abbey had been incredibly kind and welcoming, but you weren't sure if they were the right people to ask about this. You paused as you finally found the door you had been searching for. ‘Father Charles Greywolf’ printed neatly on the bronze nameplate that sat at eye level. You reached out, hesitating momentarily before timidly knocking on the dark wooden door. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest, a nagging thought in the back of your head making you wonder if this was all a mistake. Given how busy he was, you weren't even positive he was here, let alone if he would be willing to take on such a task. Maybe you should just turn around and head back; you could always make it around the corner, and no one would know–
The door opens, and any doubts you had were immediately swept away when you met Charles's warm gaze. “Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?” He chuckles, opening the door wider to invite you inside, bowing slightly as he motions you to enter. “Come in, Engel.” He studies you curiously, unable to tear his eyes away from your much smaller form as you dart past him. He can't help but breathe out a chuckle as he watches you timidly look around the room, finding the sight rather cute. His office was warm; a fire crackled happily in the fireplace, the lazy, romantic sound of some big band ensemble drifted from his record player. “It's late.” He remarks simply, laughing softly when he notices how his voice makes you jump slightly. He takes a couple of long, slow strides towards you, your head having to tilt back in order to meet his eyes. Your breath hitches as he wraps your delicate hand in one of his massive paws. “Is everything alright, Schwester? You seem tense.”
“I just have a lot on my mind… figured it wouldn't hurt to take a walk.” You respond with a soft smile; one Charles meets with his own. The sight alone was enough to make your heart flutter.
“Forgive me; I didn’t mean to pry.” He gently takes your chin in his hand, carefully tilting your face in order to have your eyes meet his. “It’s important to me that you're safe, that's all.” His thumb ghosts over your cheek, carefully tracing over your features for a moment before releasing you. “Please,” he motions to one of the plush chairs at his desk, “make yourself comfortable.” He wordlessly prepares tea for the two of you. The sight of him so gently handling the delicate china starkly contrasts his firm, hulking appearance. You notice him glance at you, your gaze snapping forward, when you realize you had been caught staring. “Now,” he starts, returning to his desk as he waits for the kettle to boil, “what can I help you with tonight, my dear?”
You hold up the card that had been left outside your room, a quiet ‘oh’ slipping past his lips as you set it on the desk in front of him. “This was at my door when I arrived home.” You explain simply; you could tell from his amused expression that he already knows what this could be about. “I was hoping I could ask you to be my mentor if you aren't too busy?” You ask, your eyes slipping away from his gaze, your cheeks growing warm now that you finally spoke the question aloud.
“I would be honored, Schwester.” He responds, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “I'll take good care of you, don't worry.” The simple reassurance was enough to send a shiver down your spine, the sweetness in his tone unable to cover up the flicker of the flirtatious smirk that passed over his features.
He stands as the kettle begins to sing, and you can't stop your gaze from trailing after his strong form. There was something about being near him that made your heart race. He glances over at you, smiling slightly, when he catches you staring again. “I don't bite, you know,” he starts with a chuckle. “If you have any questions, you can ask them.”
You thank him softly as he hands you your teacup, “it's not necessarily a question…” you trail off, carefully tracing a finger around the porcelain. “I guess I'm just nervous about the whole process… I don't really know what it entails.”
“I see.” He nods in response. “Well, I can assure you it's a very simple ceremony, albeit a bit long.” He explains. “You shouldn't have anything to worry about, Schwester. It’s a day dedicated to you… to celebrate you… to spoil you.” you glance up, freezing when you meet his gaze. There was an unmistakable hunger under his eye's usual warmth. A fact, paired with Charles' seductive lilt, that had you squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to dull the throbbing at your core. “But, if you're still nervous, we could always do a little trial run.”
It took you a moment to find your voice, “I’d like that.” You cursed internally at the noticeable tremor in your tone.
“We could go now if you'd like.” He offers.
“Oh, I wouldn't want to keep you–”
“Please, Schwester.” He cuts you off with a chuckle, the subtle smirk that has laced its way across his features making your heart race. “If anything, I should be apologizing for selfishly wanting you all to myself at such a late hour.” Your teacup clatters slightly as you place it on its saucer a little too hard, your skin burning as you struggle to steady your thrumming pulse. He stands, offering you his hand. “Come,” he commands simply, “let's ease that racing mind of yours, Engel.” He tugs you gently from your seat as your hand slips into his, nestling your arm into the crook of his elbow as he leads you through the darkened halls.
The ceremony room was much warmer than you had expected, the noticeable difference in temperature hitting you like a wall as you stepped through the door. Your attention was immediately drawn to the ceremonial basin that sank into the center of the room, the edge lined with half-burned candles and empty bronze vases that awaited fresh cut flowers, the sweet scent of incense still hung in the air. “Now,” you jump slightly as Charles starts to speak, “it's essential, on the day of the ceremony, you're not to lift a finger.” He carefully brushes your hair behind your ear. “Anything you need, tell me, and I'll take care of it.” He chuckles at the sight of your flustered expression. You glance up at him, silently asking for permission to explore the room. He nods, signaling it was okay for you to look around. You slowly venture away from him, cautiously approaching the tub's edge.
“During the ceremony… Am I going to go fully underwater?” You ask, a slight nervous tremor to your tone.
“Yes, but it's very quick, I promise.” He approaches your side, his hand settling onto the curve of your waist as he pulls you closer. You stared anxiously at the bath, Charles quick to notice your apprehension. “What is it, Engel?” His deep, soothing voice rumbles from his chest.
“Nothing, just a bit nervous about that.” His thumb soothingly strokes over your hip, a soft hum passing his lips.
“It's entirely up to you… But I wouldn't be opposed to getting into the water to show you what the whole ceremony entails. It might help you relax if you know what it will feel like.” You glance up at him, a patient, reassuring expression having settled across his features.
“Can we?” The words seemed to echo off the dark stone walls despite your voice coming out barely above a whisper.
“Of course.” He responds simply. He hums pensively, glancing in between you and the tub. “Here, you'll catch your death wandering around in wet clothes afterward.” He chuckles. You glance at him, curious as to what he had in mind. He shrugs out of his jacket; you cannot stop yourself from admiring his strong, broad shoulders. You found yourself in this position a lot more frequently than you cared to admit. Whether Charles was leading Mass or instructing one of your classes, your mind always seemed to wander to how his hands would feel roaming over your body and how overwhelming being crushed underneath would be. The thought alone was always enough to turn you into a flustered mess if you happened to lock eyes with the man of your affection. Your breath freezes in your lungs as you watch his fingers land on the top button of his shirt, his hands flexing under the room's low, glowing light as he carefully undoes each fastening. Nothing more than a tiny sound squeaks out of you as you struggle to find some way to respond, but you were far too focused on trailing after his fingers as they expertly remove the garment. He laughs playfully, observing you as he shrugs himself out of his shirt, your expression only growing more flustered as you were unable to stop your gaze from wandering over his body. “Is there something you'd like to say, Engel?”
You clear your throat, unable to meet his gaze, but finally able to tear your eyes away from him. “I'm afraid if I did say something, it would be far from appropriate, Father.” You admit a noticeable tremor in your tone.
“Shame,” he murmurs, “now you've got me curious about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He chuckles. Your breath catches in your throat when he takes your chin in his hand, you hadn't realized he had closed the gap separating you from him. “There's a space for you to change over there. I'm going to light some candles; make it a little easier for us to see here.” He chuckles, making you smile.
You accept the shirt, your heart racing as your fingers grab onto the soft, warm fabric. “Are you sure you don't mind?” You ask softly.
“For you, my dear,” his hand drifts from your chin to cradling your cheek, “anything.” You swallow thickly, his stormy grey eyes tracing over your features.
“Excuse me, Father.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.
“Of course, take your time.” He smiles softly at you before releasing you from his grasp. You slip behind the privacy screen at the opposite side of the room, every so often hearing the soft fwip of Charles lighting a match. You slipped out of your clothes, your cheeks growing warm as the smell of Charles's cologne overtook your senses: a warm earthiness paired with the sweet musk of incense. You shrug into its warmth, the sleeves reaching far past your fingertips. You take your time fastening each button, your heart racing as you prepare to step out in front of him again.
The moment his eyes land on you, he can't stop the smile from settling on his lips. Charles has had his eye on you for a while. He remembers the first day you had met; it was practically burned into his memory he thought about it so often. You had slipped into the seat right in front of his lectern, one of the thin straps of your sundress slipping off your shoulders. He remembers tripping over his words and looking like a fool the first time his eyes met yours. Hearing you laugh for the first time made his heart stop, and he swore it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. Every day since then, every shy smile, every time he heard your melodic voice, he only fell for you more. Now, here you stood in front of him, dressed in nothing but one of his shirts. He'd be lying if he said the sight alone was enough to make him a bit ravenous. “Okay,” his heart pounded at the sound of the nervous tremor in your tone, and he could almost hear your pulse in your voice. “What's next?”
He holds out his hand, beckoning you closer. “Come here, Engel.” The moment your fingers ghost over his palm, he tugs you closer. “I'm going to walk you through the entire ceremony. We can stop at any time, alright?” He soothingly runs his thumb over your knuckles. You nod in response, his calm, reassuring tone only drawing you in deeper.
“You're sure this isn't too much trouble?” You ask softly.
Charles chuckles, kicking off his shoes, neatly orienting them at the edge of the steps leading down into the shallow pool. “It's no trouble at all, Schwester.” He takes a few steps into the water, allowing you to make your way in at your own pace, his hand a comforting weight in your own. You suck in a sharp breath before dipping your foot into the water, noting how smooth the stone steps felt under your bare feet. You don't miss the smirk that tugs at the corners of Charles’s lips as he watches your face scrunch up with every slight descent deeper into the basin.
“It's cold.” You remark as the water rises up your legs.
“Unfortunately, that's one thing I can’t do much about.” He responds with a playful expression, one you can't help but return. You let out a startled squeak as you slip slightly, Charles' hands wrapping around your waist to steady you. “Careful, Engel… Don't go falling for me that easily.” He teases with a wink. His arm wraps securely around your middle to keep your body pressed tightly against his, your hand resting against his chest. “We’ll be here for a little while; you should at least be comfortable.” He kneels in the water, easily lifting you from the floor to set you on his thigh. “There, now you just try and relax…” he pauses, getting lost momentarily as he studies your delicate features, “I'll handle everything.” His arm moves to support behind your shoulders, his free hand gently taking yours, his thumb soothingly tracing over the valley of your knuckles. His gaze remains locked on yours as he gently eases you back, observing for any signs of panic. He can't help but smile softly as he notices you relax into his touch, how your skin almost seemed to glow under the low candlelight, how your hair floated aimlessly through the water. “You are so beautiful, Schwester.” He whispers, making your cheeks grow warm. He releases your hand, dipping his fingers into the water to pour some over the crown of your head. The carefulness which he held you made your heart race. Charles couldn't tear his eyes off you, his expression tender with an unmistakable underlying hunger at the sight of you so vulnerably displayed in his arms before him.
Charles slips the rosary that hung around his neck over his head. He clutches the beads tightly in his hand, whispering a few words of prayer over them before easing you from the water and draping them around your neck. He places a hand over your heart, the cold bite of the metal cross making you jump slightly. “Credo in deum,” he starts in a low tone. He cups his hand, the cross still heavy against your chest as he pulls away, dipping it into the water to pour some over your head as he prays over you, “patrem omnipotentem.” Your body tenses as he lowers you a bit deeper. You grab onto his arm; you feel him stiffen under sudden contact. “Is everything okay, my Engel? Would you like to stop?”
You shake your head softly, “No… no, we can keep going.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, whether from your nerves or the cold of the water finally beginning to settle into your bones.
Charles breathes out a laugh, a soft smile finding its way to his lips. “That's my girl.” He praises you sweetly, your heart flutters at his declaration. “You can hold on to me as tightly as you need to. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise.” He whispers before returning to the slow, rhythmic motion of carefully pouring the water over you, taking extra care not to splash your face accidentally. “Creatorem caeli et terrae,” despite his low tone, his words almost seemed to echo off the walls. His deep, even cadence lulls you into a state of ease with every passing breath. “Et in Iesum Christum, filium eius unicum, Dominum nostrum,” his grip on you tightens, your body pressing flush to his. Your eyes meet his, a stormy grey that still somehow managed to hold an undeniable amount of warmth. A promise. “Qui conceptus est de spiritu sancto.” A promise to bring you as close to divinity as this mortal plain would allow.
His hand finds its way to your face; you gasp as your chin is tilted upwards. He purrs your name, a sound that causes a shiver to run down your spine. A droplet of water trails down your neck, the water ice cold against your burning skin. “I'm afraid I've found myself teetering on the edge of temptation with you, my dear.” He whispers. “Every time I'm in your presence, I can do nothing but desire you carnally.” You don't miss the growl that laces its way into his tone, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip. His lips hung just out of reach, every hot, shaky breath against your skin only further proving how greatly he struggled to restrain himself. “Will you allow me to claim you here before the eyes of God?”
Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out, your mind racing as you desperately searched for any way to respond. “You want… me?”
“More than you could ever imagine, Mein Herz.” He confesses, his thumb trailing along your jaw.
“Then–” you suck in a sharp breath, struggling to steady yourself. “Here, before the eyes of God, I give myself to you.” Without another moment of hesitation, Charles’ lips crash into yours. Your body pressed flush to his, both arms keeping a strong, secure hold on your much smaller frame. You melted into him, the warmth of his skin pressing to yours, turning you into putty in his hands. The breath was knocked from your lungs as you're suddenly fully submerged beneath the water, Charles's lips still pressed fervently against yours. As quickly as you went under the water, you were pulled above it again. You separated from the kiss with a gasp, your arms wrapping around his neck as Charles’ forehead came to rest against yours. His hands wrap around the backs of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly from the water in one swift motion. He guides your legs around his waist, pulling your lips back to his as he carefully approaches the steps. The echoing of the splashing water roared through the room, your soaking forms leaving a trail of puddles in their wake as Charles carried you to the center of the room. He grabs his jacket from where it lay discarded, haphazardly draping it across the stone tile to give you something to lay on. He carefully cradles your head, his body fully encasing you in its warmth as he blankets over you.
“I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you, Schwester.” He whispers, pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips.
“Charles?” He softly hums at the sound of you so sweetly saying his name.
“What is it, my darling?” He purrs.
Your heart raced as you let the confession thoughtlessly tumble from your lips. Your senses are so purely overwhelmed as his strong body presses to yours; the only barrier separating you is the thin, ice-cold fabric of the shirt that clings to your skin. “I've fallen for you, Charles Greywolf.” Despite looking ready to devour you whole, he steadies himself, allowing whatever nervous ramblings that filled your head to spill into the otherwise silent room. “Since I've met you, I…” your chest heaves with every trembling breath as you let your true feelings for him come forward. “I've wanted a night like this more than anything else.” His fingers push between yours as he pins your hand over your head, the other resting against his cheek. “Where your focus is on me… and no one else.”
He quirks an eyebrow at your final statement, a playful smirk passing over his features. “As if someone could ever pull my attention away from you.” Your cheeks grow warm at the sound of his seductive tone. He squeezes your hand, “I haven't been able to think about anyone else since the day we met, Mein Herz.” He smiles softly, chuckling at the soft squeak he hears slipping past your lips as he steals another kiss. “I want to make you feel like the most sublime creature on the face of this planet because you deserve nothing less. I'm the lucky one for being allowed to spoil you.” Hot lips trail along your jaw; you can't help but let out a soft moan as he experimentally nips at your skin. He meticulously undoes every button of the last remaining piece of clothing separating you from him, every newly revealed patch of skin getting the utmost care and attention, your sweet whimpers echoing through the room as Charles left a trail of dark possessive marks down your body, it was enough to make your head spin. He carefully guides you upwards, just enough to slip the clothing off your shoulders. He cradles your face in his hand, a tender expression in his eyes as he studies your features. Charles couldn't believe the sight before him, the woman he could only dream of revealing his true feelings for, displayed so perfectly in front of him, laying atop his clothes, bearing the mark of his teeth on your flawless skin.
He presses a palm to the inside of your thigh, coaxing your legs apart with ease. His lips pressed to yours in a kiss that steals all the breath from your lungs; you keen into his touch as you feel his fingers tease at your entrance. You grab on tightly to his shoulders; he chuckles from his position suspended above you. He pulls back just as he pushes his thick digits inside you, causing you to moan loudly into the otherwise silent room. Your cheeks burned, the sounds of your pleasure echoing off every surface. “Such a pretty voice, Engel.” He coos, his fingers curling against a spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble. You bite hard into your bottom lip, trying hard to suppress your lewd whines as Charles’ thumb presses to your clit. He tuts quietly, gripping your cheeks tightly in his hand. “I want to hear you, my darling. Show me how good I make you feel.” He murmurs in a hypnotic purr.
As if on command, your lips parted, a sharp gasp escaping you as his fingers dragged deliciously over your walls. You moan his name, pulling his lips down to meet yours. Every meticulous curl of his fingers sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your entire body; he was so easily able to coax you right to the edge of release with a few small movements alone. “That's it, pretty girl. Let go for me.” He tempted, his tone intoxicatingly seductive as he felt your body tense in his arms. He cradles you against his chest, keeping a firm hold so as not to let you squirm away. The sound he tears from you as your climax finally surges forward is simply unholy. Charles's lips find yours, doing little to muffle the sound as he pulls you through the most intense high you've ever had. He mumbles sweet words of praise against your skin, goosebumps erupting across your exposed flesh as the thin sheen of sweat coating your body cools. Charles fumbles with his belt, haphazardly freeing himself from the confines of his pants.
He pins you beneath him, a growl bubbling up from his chest. His grey eyes meet yours, dark clouds of lust muddying his usually warm expression. He hums as he presses his lips to your pulse; you feel his sharp teeth graze over your skin as he smirks. “Such a pretty thing you are, Mein Herz.” You moan, fighting against his iron grip as he sinks his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. “I can't wait to devour you whole.” He lets out a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. He settles himself in between your thighs, collecting your slick on the head of his cock as he teases at your entrance. He eases into you, feeling every inch fill him so completely. He curses as his hips settle against your soft skin. You let out a soft whimper as he shifts, feeling the head of his member hit deliciously deep inside you. His hands trail across your body, memorizing every curve of your torso as he drinks in the feeling of you pulling him in. You were perfect, a divine creature sent here just for him, and he wasn't about to let you leave this room until you understood that.
Strong forearms cage you in on either side of your head, Charles's lips slotting against yours to muffle your sweet cries. Every roll of his hips made your body jolt in pure ecstasy. You reach for him desperately, trying to find any place to hold onto him to pull him closer. He whispers sweet words of praise in your ear, his low, gravelly tone coaxing you closer to your climax with every passing second. He hums, pressing his lips to one of the dark love bites he left in his wake. “Tomorrow, everyone will know you belong to me, seeing your pretty skin all marked up like this.” He chuckles as he feels you shiver in his grasp.
“What a shame that’ll be.” You giggle. In one swift motion, Charles flips himself underneath you, his hands settling on your waist as he pushes you into his lap. The moan you let out is obscene, your thighs trembling as you collapse against his chest.
“What’s the matter, my love?” He asks with a teasing smirk. Before you have a chance to respond, Charles lifts your hips, pulling out to the tip before slamming you back down again. He groans as your teeth sink into his shoulder, a futile attempt to muffle your cries of pleasure as he repeats the motion. His fingers lace into your hair, giving the strands a firm tug as he forces your gaze to meet his. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.” He lazily traces over your features, earning another shrill moan from you as he pushes as deep inside of you as he can manage.
“Charles.” You moan his name, your thighs trembling with every long, harsh thrust.
“Come undone for me, Mein Herz.” He whispers before crushing his lips against yours. Your body goes rigid as your climax washes over you. Charles pulls you flush against him, fucking your mercilessly from below as you writhe against his hold. He growls against your lips, his hips stuttering as his orgasm creeps up on him. He presses a kiss to the end of your nose before resting his forehead against yours. “Promise you’ll be mine, Mein süßes Mädchen.” His chest heaves with every labored breath. You nod, only managing to breathe out a ‘yes’ in response before he pulls you into another mind-numbing kiss. He curses against your lips, his fingers pressing harshly into the soft flesh of your hip. His hips jolt as he slowly rolls them a few times, hissing at the overstimulation. He struggles to steady his breathing as he comes to a stop, wrapping his arms securely around you as he traces shapes across your back with his fingers. You nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck, breathing in his skin's sweet, musky scent. “How are you feeling, my love?” He asks softly.
“Tired.” You admit with a bashful giggle, one he meets with a chuckle of his own.
“Well, if you’d like, I have a big empty bed with our names on it… if you’ll have me, of course.” Your cheeks grow warm at the thought of spending the night wrapped up in his arms.
“That sounds fantastic.” You smile, hesitantly pressing your lips to his. He notices the flash of hesitation in your expression, “Are you sure–” He cuts you off before you can finish your question.
“I am in love with you, Mein Herz.” Your voice dies in your throat as his confession. He gently caresses your cheek, smiling as you lean into his touch. “It would make me so incredibly happy to wake up tomorrow morning with you in my arms.”
“Okay.” You whisper. “Then let's get out of here.” He chuckles, easing you off him to help you clean up. He helps you dress before whisking you up in his arms, allowing you to nestle against his chest as he carries you back to his quarters. He pulls back the covers, pulling you into a tight embrace and kissing your forehead before leaving you to get comfortable. He places a glass of water on your nightstand before slipping under the covers beside you. He pulls you into his arms the moment you reach out for him, gently carding his fingers through your hair as he tucks you protectively against him. Your eyes grow heavy, his chest's steady rise and fall threatening to lull you to sleep. He tilts your chin up, whispering a goodnight against your lips before sharing one final kiss, allowing you to drift off in his arms moments later.
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Right Beside You (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF request - Vessel brings Reader a gift from camp, she invites him inside only for the storm, that was projected to hit later that day, rolls in even earlier than she had expected. Vessel attempts to comfort her all while the pair struggle to not get flustered in their close proximity. Cuteness ensues.
Troubled Waters (Iceburg x Fem! Reader) FLUFF/SMUT - thank you to @lunar-cherries for the name, oh my god it was eating me alive not knowing what to title this - Reader returns home to Water7 after years of spending her life at sea in order to try and run from the pain of her past. Upon arriving back on the island she quickly runs into Iceburg, who she had hoped to apologize to after all this time. After being reunited Reader quickly realized that Iceburg is the same man that she has called one of her best friends and that she was still as madly in love with him as the day she left.
Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) pt. 3 - @ruh--roh-raggy - much to Will and Henry's dismay, Reader gets reacquainted with an old familiar face from Freddy's. Sara, sensing her husband was hiding something about what had happened in the restaurant the day prior, decides to swing by. Noticing how she's staring at Will like a love sick puppy, offers to take Reader out on a girls day, and to offer her a supportive nudge into Will's arms. Fluff and silliness ensue as Will and Henry scramble to try and figure out just what the hell the two women are up to.
Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) pt. 10 - After a stressful visit from an unexpected visitor, Reader and the boys try to think of a way to be less intimidating to the town. Famer IV makes a come back, lots of big strong Eepy's coming this chapter, more details to come...
Sweet Tooth (Dentist! Steve Raglan x Fem! Reader) request - @ruh--roh-raggy not going to turn into a smut but definitely going to be very suggestive!! I just gotta say, I love this idea and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to getting around to working on this! What if Steve Raglan was your dentist? More details to come...
Untitled Dave Miller Smut - @ruh--roh-raggy - Dave's nasty, he's gross, he might be a vampire? Pretty much porn no plot. Again thank you @yellowbunnydreams for her feral Dave, chewing on him like a squeaky toy while I write this.
The Baptism (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT - The third installment of The Sacrilege Series! Upon deciding to fully become a member of the Church, Reader has to be baptized. Father Charles, sensing her anxiety over having so many eyes on her, offers to help alleviate her nerves however he can. The pair find themselves alone in the ceremonial pool where Reader confesses her feelings for Charles, feeling guilty about falling in love with her mentor.
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The Anointing (Matthew Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT
Hello hello this took way longer than I would have liked for me to finish, but, we made it! This is the second installment of The Sacrilege Series, and a request for some more Matthew smut from my dear friend @belnovacaine . This time reader is invited to participate in a ritual to help "alleviate some stress" by Father Matthew. But, reader's feelings are much deeper than a simple one night stand, will Matthew return her feelings?
WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT, misuse of religious practices/spaces, mutual feelings, confession, body worship kinda, use of anointing oils, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, lots and lots of praise and pet name's from Matthew, I think that's everything if I missed any please let me know!
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You just needed a break.
You had been running rampant trying to clean up all of Charles' new assistant's mistakes with their scheduling and paperwork. “I told her to call me if she had any questions,” you grumbled to yourself.
“I'm sorry,” Charles apologizes. “I hired her on Roel’s recommendation; I should've known better.” He sighs, leaning against the edge of the desk you were working at.
“Roel needs to stop being so concerned with trying to play matchmaker, especially when his recommendations don't have any clerical experience whatsoever.” You snap back in an annoyed tone.
“Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?” Your scribbling pauses at the sound of an all-too-familiar voice, your grip tightening on your pen. Your heart pounding, you swallow thickly as his shadow stretches across the desk. “Charles is stealing you all for himself, hm?” he asks teasingly.
“Father Matthew, you sound awfully jealous.” You respond with a smirk.
He chuckles, shooting you a flirtatious grin. “Of course I'm jealous. My favorite girl is spending time with another man, my brother nonetheless, how scandalous.” You can't help but giggle as he winks at you. You return to your current task while Charles explains your predicament.
“So now, she's stuck cleaning up her mess before everything falls apart on us.” Charles chuckles, patting you on the back.
A finger is placed under your chin, Matthew gently tilting your face until your eyes can easily meet his. “That's a lot of work for one little rabbit.”
Your cheeks grew warm as his gaze held you firmly in place. “I can manage, don't worry,” you replied.
“After you finish here, I'd like you to come see me, alright?” His eyes slowly trail to your lips.
“Of course, Father. Can I ask why?” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke.
“I need some help with a ritual,” he smiles sharply at you. “It's one I think you'll enjoy, especially after such a stressful day.”
“I'll be there,” you grin coyly. “But you need to let me finish my work for that to happen,” you giggle.
“My apologies, Schwester.” He chuckles before straightening up. “I look forward to seeing you later.”
Charles chuckles as his brother disappears down the hallway. “You're certainly in for a fun evening.”
“And how exactly do you know what he has planned?” Your heart thrums in your chest at Charles' amused expression.
“Matthew isn't a complicated man to read once you get to know him. He enjoys expensive alcohol, good quality cigars… and making the woman he's found himself enamored with completely melt in the palm of his hand.” He finishes with a chuckle.
Your cheeks grow warm. "You really think Father Matthew is—” You cut yourself off as you shake your head. Never mind, I don't have time to worry about that now.” Charles smiles down at you, watching you scribble away at the paperwork in front of you.
Hours had passed, and you were still nowhere close to being done. You sat up straight in your chair, rolling your shoulders back with a groan as you stretched. You didn't understand how someone could make such a mess in a single day. You glanced up at the sound of heels quickly hurrying down the hallway. “I heard you got stuck with a pretty big mess.” She smiles.
“Claire, thank God.” You could have cried at the sight of her. She looked over the spread of paperwork in front of you, covered in red cross-outs and arrows, frantic notes written in the corners so you could somehow organize it.
“Wow, I knew Roel was bad at picking assistants, but this is impressive,” she laughs. She bumps you with her hip, pushing you out of your chair. “Get out of here; I'll handle the rest,” she winks.
“Claire, I can't let you—” she says, cutting you off by waving her hand at you.
“Nonsense, this is the first time Falk has taken a vacation in years; you deserve the time off, too. You've already been doing this for hours, so I can finish it. And besides,” she shoots you a devious smirk, “I heard someone is in for a nice little evening with Father Matthew.” You sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting her to bring that up so casually.
“How did you know about that?” You ask with a bashful chuckle.
“You have to call Attila’s office to schedule a time at the mensa,” she whispers in response.
“The mensa?” You ask in shock. She nods slowly, shooting you a knowing grin.
“That’s all I know,” she says in response to your confused expression, holding up her hands to show she was innocent. “But you probably shouldn't keep him waiting,” she smirks.
“I owe you for this.” You thank her as you gather your belongings.
“You can fill me in on your evening tonight over lunch, and we'll call it even; how's that?” She smiles.
“You got it.” You laugh in response before hurrying off to meet Father Matthew.
You knock tentatively against his door, hearing him quietly call you inside. He smiles at the sight of you, rising from his seat as he smoothes his shirt. “You came.” Your heart fluttered in your chest as you fidget nervously with your fingers.
“Of course I did. Do you really think I'd turn down an invitation to spend time with you?” He chuckles, slowly walking around his desk to approach you. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his, his finger slipping under your chin to hold you in place.
“I'm glad,” he smiles sharply down at you, “because I plan on taking up a lot of your time tonight, schwester.” Your knees felt weak, your mouth hanging open to speak, but no words managed to find their way out. He slips his hand into yours, studying you carefully. “Are you ready?”
“As ready as I'll ever be.” You respond with a nervous giggle. The two of you strolled side by side through the darkening hallways of the Abbey, the late afternoon sun leaving the corridors burning in their warm orange light.
“I don't want you to be nervous,” he says suddenly, feeling the anxiety behind all your excitement. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
You shake your head, making him smile in response. “You're perfect; I just don't know what to expect.”
“I'll be right by your side through every step of the process, and we can stop at any time.” Your cheeks grow warm as his arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you into him slightly as you walk. “If anything, I should be the one who's nervous,” he admits with a chuckle.
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” You prod curiously.
“I have to make sure I'm up to your standards.” He responds vaguely with a wink.
Father Matthew holds open the heavy door to the cathedral, allowing you to slip inside ahead of him. It was always a strange experience being in the chapel after hours. You could hear a pin drop in the silence; even your breathing seemed to echo off the room's impossibly high ceilings. You jumped as the door slammed shut behind you. Father Matthew stands at your side, offering you his arm as you begin your procession down the aisle. You pause at the altar's edge, Matthew looking down at you when he senses your hesitation. You look up at him with large doey eyes that could have easily brought him to his knees. “Is it really okay?”
His hand slips into yours, carefully bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I would be honored to have you standing beside me.” He moves on to the first step, waiting for you to decide to join him. You slowly set one foot on the white marble step, taking a deep breath before allowing the other to join. Matthew smiles down at you, delighted by your acceptance of his invitation. He takes a moment to study you as you stand in the middle of the altar: your much smaller hands in his, the way he could see your nerves begin to settle whenever your eyes met his; the sight brought a smile to his face. “Now, for the hard part…” he trails off with a playful smirk. “You're not allowed to lift a finger, understand? He slowly lowers himself to one knee, forcing you to look down at him. “Anything that you need, I will take care of.” Your heart hammered in your chest as your mind raced. The feeling of Matthew’s warm hand slipping into yours snapped you back to reality. His gentle smile and warm brown eyes immediately pushed down the nerves that were bubbling up in your stomach.
“Yes, Father.” Your eyes flickered around his features, everything about him only drawing you closer. Goosebumps erupt across your skin as his fingers trail down the outside of your leg. He places your hand on his shoulder, steadying you as he lifts your foot from the floor. He carefully undoes the buckle of your shoe, easing it off your foot before mirroring the process on your other leg. He stands, neatly placing your shoes to the side. The marble was cold under your feet; you touched your chest only to feel your heart racing under your palm. You let out a startled yelp as he suddenly scoops you in his arms. You can't help but giggle slightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he gently sways you with every step. He sets you on the edge of the mensa, one arm wrapping around your waist as his free hand cups your cheek. He presses his forehead to yours, gazing down at you longingly.
“Matthew?” You state his name softly.
“Yes, Engel?” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours as he speaks.
“Can,” you swallow thickly, your mouth growing dry as you work up the nerve to ask, “Can you kiss me?” He breathes out a soft chuckle.
“Funny, I was about to ask you something similar.” You share a coy smile as his lips carefully slot against yours. Your arms slide over his shoulders, tugging him closer as you memorize what it feels like to kiss him. He tasted faintly of sweet wine and tobacco, his calloused fingers rough against your skin as he slowly pushed up the hem of your dress. You whine softly as he parts from you, making him chuckle. “Patience, Engel. We can't get too far ahead of ourselves.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before separating from you entirely. He skillfully moved around the altar, grabbing everything he would need from memory. You inhaled deeply, making a pleased hum at the sweetly perfumed oil he set at your side. He drapes a deep maroon silk cloth over the mensa, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips capture yours. He cups your face carefully in his hands, his thumbs stroking over the peaks of your cheekbones. “Can I undress you, schwester?”
“Please do.” You respond breathlessly, making him chuckle. His hands squeeze around your thighs, your supple flesh dimpling under his fingertips. He slowly slides up your dress, the palms of his hands memorizing the feeling of your body's curves as he passes over them. You were so soft in his hands; watching goosebumps erupt at his touch was intoxicating.
“Arms up.” He instructs, allowing him to ease the fabric over your head. He allows himself a moment to just drink in the sight of you, a sound akin to a territorial growl bubbling up in his throat. He takes your chin between his fingers, “So pretty, Schwester.” You shiver as his fingers trail down your neck. He smiles as he hesitates over your pulse, feeling how it thrummed under his touch before continuing on his path over your shoulder. He easily undoes the clasp of your bra, guiding the thin straps from your shoulders delicately as if you would shatter at the slightest wrong movement. You press your lips to his; you can feel Matthew smile as he melts into the kiss. His hands slide under the curve of your ass as he effortlessly lifts you from the mensa; your arms fling around his neck as the action causes you to let out a startled yelp that quickly dissolves into a flustered giggle. “Guess I need to remember my own strength.” He chuckles. He wraps an arm securely around you, holding you against him as he works the thin, delicate fabric of your lingerie down your legs. His hands felt hot against your bare skin, massive paws that engulfed the curve of your hips. You felt drunk off the euphoric buzz you were already experiencing, Matthews's attentiveness making your pulse race. He paused momentarily, taking hold of the glistening silk cloth, offering it to cover up while he finished setting it up. You instinctually lean into his muscular chest as he pulls you to him from behind, lips trailing up the sensitive skin of your neck before stopping just below your ear. His hand slides across your stomach, the silk cool against your otherwise bare body. “I'm going to take good care of you, Engel.” You shiver at the feeling of hot breath against the shell of your ear.
Your body jolts slightly as the first drop of oil splatters across your shoulder. The liquid was warm as it dripped down your skin. You let out a soft moan as Matthew’s strong fingers press into your aching muscles. “Good girl.” He whispers. You can't help but squeeze your legs together at his praise; you catch your lip between your teeth as you hear him chuckle, noticing the effect such a simple phrase had on you. He trails a finger across your jaw, turning your head to allow his lips to find yours. “Such a pretty thing you are, Engel.” You catch the sight of the triumphant smirk that had plastered itself across his features, reveling in the way you melted under his touch. Every compliment a praise for giving into your body's need for pleasure, Matthew simply couldn't get enough of the image of you. A sacred Madonna placed upon the altar, of which he was the only one bestowed with the grace of God to lay a finger on her. He vowed to care for you like the divine being you were. The way you arched into his touch, your sweet sounds gradually became louder and more fervent, making it hard to stay in control. He's snapped from his thoughts as you softly call his name, placing yourself on your knees before him. The hardwood of the mensa was hard under your body, your mind too clouded with arousal to acknowledge the discomfort. Matthew stared back at you with blown pupils, his eyes nearly black as he fought against his primal urge to take you right here and now. But he couldn't deny how gorgeous you looked presented before him. The deep red of the satin complimented your soft skin; it cascaded off your body like a crimson waterfall. Your hair is already slightly tousled; your cheeks flush with warmth.
“Schwester,” his husky voice echoes through the empty chapel. “Will you allow me to cleanse your body of sin and anoint you here before the eyes of God?”
“Yes, Father.” You cup his face in your hands, pulling his lips back to yours. Matthew's hands are on you in an instant, lifting you from the mensa with a growl as he guides your legs around his waist. He crushes your body against his, easily able to maneuver you until he has you lying how he wants against the cold wood.
“So beautiful.” He whispers sweet words of praise over you as he dedicates time to massaging each tender muscle. You can't help but let out a soft whine as his hands begin to trail up your thighs. He paused at the edge of the fabric that covered your body. He glances up at you, silently asking for permission to continue. You nod, giving him a soft smile. He leans over you, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Remember, we can stop at any time, okay?”
You take his face in your hands, smiling softly as you study the sharp contours of his features. “I don't want you to stop.” You whisper against his lips. Matthew freezes, his heart pounding in his chest. The way you looked at him with such fondness, how gently your palms rested against his cheeks.
“I…” he swallowed thickly, warm brown eyes drinking in the sight of yours. “I’m in love with you.” He confesses, his voice trembling with nerves.
You breathe out a laugh, a smile instantly stretching across your features. “I love you too, Matthew.” You let out a delighted squeal as you feel his strong hands wrap around your hips, his lips crushing against yours as he pulls your body closer to his. You let your head fall back, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as Matthew trails wet kisses down your neck. One of his hands slowly slid up the outside of your thigh before it dipped below the cloth that covered your body, trailing over the curve of your hip. He hikes your leg around his waist.
Your fingers tangle into his hair, a strangled gasp escaping you as you feel Matthew’s teeth bite down roughly on your neck. “Just relax, sweetheart; I'm going to take good care of you.” He coos, pressing one more kiss to your lips before letting the satin fall from your body to the floor. He whispers sweet words of praise in your ear as he slowly starts to tease your entrance with his fingers. You fist your hands in his shirt, gasping softly as you feel him ease his long, thick digits inside of you. Your back arches off the hardwood, Matthew’s warm palm immediately pressing into you for support. “I've got you, Engel.” Your mind was already clouded with pleasure; Matthew was an absolute expert in his craft, as he seemed to know exactly where to touch you to drive you insane.
You pull his lips to yours, kissing him feverishly as you hold onto him anywhere your hands could manage to reach. “Please,” you whine against his lips. “Need you.”
He chuckles softly, “My, my, what an impatient girl you are, schwester.” He cups your cheek as he presses another ferocious kiss to your lips. “But I’m happy to comply with such a pretty little thing.” He makes quick work of undoing his belt, haphazardly kicking off his pants as he pulls his shirt over his head. He moved with urgency, easily hoisting himself onto the mensa to pin your smaller form beneath him. His gaze rakes hungrily down your body, drinking in the sight of every curve. You squirmed, feeling your cheeks grow warm under his intense observance. “You are just so perfect, Mein Herz.” He cups your cheek in his hand, peppering your face with kisses as he eases himself inside of you. You cry out, your nails digging deep crescents into his biceps as you grab onto him. He hushes you, “You're doing so good, sweetheart.” He groans, cursing under his breath. You feel every inch of him push inside of you, stretching you to the point you were worried you might break. You whine, your thighs trembling when he finally settles his hips against yours. Matthew lets out a shuddering breath, another curse tumbling from his lips at how tightly you squeezed him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck; the feeling of his hot breath against your skin sends a delicious shiver up your spine.
You let out a loud moan as he slowly rolled his hips. Matthew let out a low growl at the melodic sound, repeating the action, smirking slightly as your loud moans echoed through the empty chapel. He gradually increased his pace, hitting a spot inside you that made your toes curl and the edges of your vision go white with every sharp thrust. “Fuck,” he curses gruffly. He sits himself on his knees, wrapping both hands around your hips. He manages to somehow push even deeper inside of you; you scream his name, Matthew groans at the sound. He grabs your face in his hand, making your eyes meet his. “So fucking pretty.” He growls. You groan as he pushes his thumb past your lips, greedily pulling the digit into your mouth with your tongue. “That's my girl.” He praises you with a smile. He picks up the bottle of oil, tipping it just enough to let a few drops of oil splatter across your stomach. He eases his thumb from your mouth, using his strong hands to massage oil over your bare skin. You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to last, every snap of Matthew's hips sending you closer and closer to the edge.
“Schwester,” Matthew growls, not slowing his pace. He could feel your body start to twitch in his hands, your body moving against his as you raced towards your climax. “Do you give yourself to me before the eyes of God?”
“Yes, Father.” You weren't sure how you managed to push the words past your lips, barely able to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence.
“Do you… fuck,” you both can't help but smile at each other, the seriousness of the ritual long pushed from your mind, completely absorbed in the fact that you were here with each other. “Do you wish to be absolved of your sins in exchange for pleasure?” He purrs, his tone only making the coil in your core wind tighter.
“Yes, Father.” He lets out a hum of approval. He dabs holy oil on his thumb, supporting himself in his forearm as he leans over you. You close your eyes, Matthew’s hand warm against your skin as he marks the sign of the cross on your forehead.
“I absolve you, Schwester.” He says with a sharp smile, his hips beginning to stutter as he struggles not to fall over the edge. His lips crash into yours, making you moan loudly into his mouth. You feel his hand slide down your torso; you cry out as his fingers begin to draw tight, quick circles on your clit.
You moan his name, “I'm close–” You’re cut off by another moan that he effortlessly rips from your lungs.
“Cum for me, Engel.” He whispers against your lips. You felt the pleasure building up inside of you until it finally snapped. You screamed his name, your nails clawing down his back, undoubtedly leaving deep red scratches in their wake. Matthew followed not long after, your name tumbling from his lips mixed with curses in both German and English as his hips stutter to a stop, his member pulsing against your sensitive walls as he releases himself inside of you. He drops his weight on top of you, making you groan. Both of your chests heaved as you struggled to catch your breath.
“You're in love with me, huh?” You smile, Matthew chuckles at your question.
“I am.” He props himself up enough to meet your eyes. “I hope that's not a problem.” He teases.
“I'm just trying to figure out why it took some fantastic sex ritual for you to confess that to me.” You laugh as he litters your face with kisses.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” he kisses your lips softly, “confessing to you through worship seemed like the only right way to tell you.” Your cheeks grow warm at his sweet words.
You carefully press your lips to his, “I'm in love with you too.” He smiles, cradling you in his arms.
“How about I get us cleaned up, and we head back to my room for some dinner.” He offers, gently tucking some hair behind your ear.
You can't help but smile in response, “I'd like that.”
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