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¤ Sweet, Silver Affliction ¤ (pt.10)

~King Baldwin IV × f!Reader arranged marriage work

《Thank you for the kind words to those who have reached out during my small sabbatical! I'm taking it one breath at a time rn! ♡》

⚠️Smut Warning! 18+!⚠️

《 That night, you'd taken a small walk after supper to the gardens, remembering the first sweet interaction you'd shared with the King only days ago here. You did this to build your courage and think upon more of what you could expect from your second night of intimacy. Furiously, your mind romped on whether you should try and take the lead this time- wondering over all if he would like you to do so.

But you couldn't be certain.

When you arrived at his bedchamber, you found it illuminated by candle light softer than his candelabras. You turned to find the King at his personal prayer altar, seated before his book of hours where his gloved right hand finished inscribing his dedicated prayers to its pages. You heard him call you close and you did so with a wonder if he'd let you read upon his written lines.

The candlelight danced across his frame as you neared him and he turned his mask to face you once you stood just over his shoulder. Slowly, you watched him lean back in his seat, perfecting that somehow attractive and kingly slouch in his spine that made your eyes focus. He the patted his lap, purring to tell you softly with his knees opened in the chair,

“Come- sit.”

Your first reaction was that your weight upon him would be too much for his fragility but you did want to try. You lifted your gown, smoothening your silk night skirt to then gently seat your weight into his lap where he pulled you with a loving tug to settle you closely. You looked down as he reached forward to the desk, letting you see for yourself his prayers written intimately for the Lord.

He watched your spine curve so beautifully as you craned forward to read, petting your hair all the while. Suddenly, he placed his own quill into your hand where he told you in soft words that you'd share his own Book of Hours. You were taken aback, finding it most sincere to be held in such a close regard, even spiritually.

You took his quill and began gently blotting it to the inkwell before informing him that you couldn't write in his language just yet. His palm caressed you sweetly as his eyes softened away from his focused stare to tell you with intentions of keeping your prayers discreet,

“Write in Tuunda’anian. Your words with God are between you and the Almighty, beloved.”

You nodded with a smile growing, still feeling his hands graze across you tenderly as you began to write with careful words marked in his heavy black ink. He thought you were especially beautiful in the candlelight while perched across his lap which only made him glow proudly to be wed to a creature this entrancing.

He found it so natural in this light to lean closely where he gently pressed the mouth of his mask to your skin. Slowly, he kissed up the blade of your shoulder, his silver lips dragging each inch of its way to the nape of your neck. You were lit aflame from the moment he touched you, however. Your eyes closed to blink but they never reopened upon feeling his breath slipping through his mask to meet your skin.

Your quill lowered back to the page where he welcomed you in a touch to lean back against him in the seat. His mask continued to graze you intimately, feeling the pressure of his real mouth gently pecking below the silver veneer, intending to stir you just right. Your eyes closed to feel him nearing the back of your neck, up to your ear where you heard his haggard breathing that entailed his feelings so beautifully.

Gently, you felt his gloved hand begin to open your legs with a careful pull. You were rocked to the core when your slip became raised so slowly by the hem where his touch then began to wander. Your breath became unsteady, rapid and choppy to which he noticed as he swallowed heavily.

He had to remember that lust, even with that of a married spouse was sinful and he tried to pry himself away from touching you right where you needed. His lips trembled beneath his mask and he said with his voice lowering to a husky murmur in the candlelight-

“Are you ready to make bed?”

“Yes-” You answered, prepared to enact the routine to get the room dark enough to his liking, even leaving the small sliver of moonlight peeking in from the window just as he preferred. He was lying to the bed this time, awaiting you to crawl forward but not without an instruction first,

“Come to me….without your slip. I want you…naked.”

You were aflame to oblige and you let your thin nightgown fall to the floor before you began ro crawl up the bed for him. The lingering frankincense curved atop your body where he watched your skin become revealed in the moonlight where his pulse took flight in response. Slowly, you moved your hair aside, making sure he could see all of you where he praised breathlessly in response,

“Oh- what an angel for me.”

You bashfully smiled, loving his reaction each time upon seeing you unclothed and it gave you the courage to ask into the dark where he stayed hidden,

“My king- can I see you tonight? Will you show me?”

The answer you needed hung behind his lips and he restrained from giving in, knowing that the night you would see his face was fast approaching and he said to you from the dark,

“Touch me- tonight…I want to feel your hands upon me. Could you grant me this first?”

“Yes-” you answered almost too quickly in subtle, warm excitement., “Yes, i'll touch you.”

His white hand reached close, pulling you to him where you were invited now to sit upon his lap in the dark where you were bold in slowly slipping away his mask. He kissed you hungrily with your naked form curved so sweetly atop him. You felt as his hands began to travel- cupping your breasts while the kiss deepened and petting over your thighs. But you felt something else-

He then placed your hands on his shoulders, where softly he guided your touch to stroke upon him during the kiss that already had caused you to softly whimper. But you became afraid after seeing the rawness of his real skin from earlier- he was fragile. You said in the dark upon his mouth before your hands could possibly hurt him.

“Baldwin-” You whispered, making him shiver by hearing his name in your breathy nighttime voice,

“Will my touch hurt you?”

“No, beloved-” he said with a smile pressed to your lips to hear your worries spoke out loud,

“The further down my body, the less my skin is affected. Even if I was as fragile as you assume- you couldn't hurt me.”

You kissed him again after a nod, letting your hands graze more wanton and languid with your fingers tracing along his shoulders, down his chest slightly as unknowingly your hips rocked against his lap which made him stir. He turned your chin upwards in a tilt where he widely kissed down your throat, lapping and lining his tongue towards your collar as your mouth opened slightly in the need for air.

When your lip became bitten from the surge of pleasure as his mouth met your breast, swirling his tongue upon your nipple to entice you, he moved your hands lower. Your face strained from a gasp when he guided your fingers to slightly unravel his wrapped tunic, easing open the tight cincture knot just above his waist.

Did he want you…to touch more of him? You thought as your heart pounded against your ribs.

You felt as gently he moved his hips only slightly where you heard more fabric unraveling. His breath was ragged for another before he then placed your trembling hand at his navel that was perfectly lined in faint muscle. You licked your lips envisioning his skin in your mind before you knew where he was going. Your eyes closed tightly from the rush but you moaned tenderly when your hand was then brushed against the erect length of his manhood.

The moan that escaped your lips rang again to feel him take such a sharp breath upon your first touch that wrapped around his hard shaft. You felt ridges of veins that were swollen in lust and he held you closer, his hips bucking gently to the sensation as you slowly stroked him downwards, only following what you thought his body needed.

Gently, you felt as he began to reposition and you heard him say in the dark after your first touch of his body-

“I want to show you, Princess. Let me turn us to the light.”

Your body became washed in the blue moonlight and he nudged you both closer, of course leaving his face still hidden to the dark but your eyes moved low. His gloved hands removed the silk wraps of his parted tunic and then revealed himself in the light before your eyes that went wide.

This was what he meant in the cathedral. It had to be.

You'd never seen a man before but the sight alone was making your lips quiver. You saw his length thrumming in soft throbs where his girth was curved upwards to graze his navel. The slit of his flared head already wept with precum that glistened down the side of his frenulum and your body stirred to see such a sight of his honest arousal that you didn't have to guess for. Clearly he was turned on as he said he was.

He was right that his lower half was unaffected by his disease and you were glad to know that pleasing him wouldn't hurt him in that way. His hand took your chin where he asked you shakily from the dark, seeing your awestruck reaction to his body, still stirred in his voice by the erotic tension,

“Princess- will I be enough.. to please you when we consummate?”

It sounded so raw and vulnerable to hear a man of such divine and powerful stature become so softened to ask…if you approved of his size. You tried not to whimper from the heat warming your chest and you answered, shaken nonetheless to see him in the light.

“Yes- my king. I'll-...be satisfied.”

He felt a swell in his chest- becoming so sweetly reassured that even in his ill state of health, he certainly did have some semblance of a chance of performing his husbandly duties to satisfaction the same as any man that he desperately wanted to remain.

Your hand returned to his length, something that made his skin crawl and his jaw fall slack in the dark. You watched his pulse beneath your touch, thrumming in your hand as his hips softly stirred to be stroked so gently like a forbidden tease and he asked through quivering lips as you continued,

“Have…you ever touched a man, my love?”

“No-” you answered honestly, hoping now that he wouldn't begin to criticize your ministrations upon him. Truly this was your first time. He softly gasped again, making your own hips buck to feel him…have pleasure- and he said to you from the dark.

“Do not stop….not until I say…-”

You only nodded, licking your lips as your mind felt just like one of the pleasure houses Yasmeen spoke of. The images of ways you could please him flashing before being taken in consummation. Your hand continued to move around him, softly pumping when you whimpered beneath your breath as something you knew to be so Earthly and sinful came to your mind's eye.

You needed him to feel more and it felt to be the only motivation in your blood now- lust that was red and hot.

Your mouth moved down to him and when he felt your breath brush against him warmly in a fleeting second, he moaned louder than you'd ever thought he would. Only driving you to act faster. And more brazenly.

Hurriedly, you took his needing length into your mouth, thinking of every scandalous thing you'd ever heard of those pleasure girls performing in their hidden silk rooms with men. You wanted to see if you could grant him the same delights with your tongue swirling and your cheeks hollowing but you felt him tug you away by the hair on your head….roughly.

You were aghast with a small sense of fear that he would reprimand you but you heard him breathing- openly and haggard through his mouth before your noticed one of his legs shaking a tremor that moved you both when he spoke brokenly, trying with heavy chugs to gain his breath,

“I cannot…you cannot- not- Oh God-”

His back softly arched where you began to make your apologies but he continued, wearily moved by such an intense pleasure from being taken into your mouth without having to even ask.

“No, angel- I want- oh- I cannot endure something so divine without…finishing. It's too heavenly- even..from the mouth of a virgin who's never performed. I must ask you to spare me.”

You smiled, becoming so enthralled to know that you too appeared to have the potential of pleasing as well as being pleased. His grip lessened upon your head where it felt to be a jerk reaction from so much feeling at once.

He cupped your jaw upwards, pulling you to the dark where he captured your mouth in a kiss, telling you in silence how pleased he was already. You swooned with your eyes fluttering before you rejoined him in the dark, putting yourself chest to chest with him again.

Once he gained a breath, he moved the fallen hair from your brow to tell you while the both of you weren't fighting for rest,

“Tomorrow- I must see to arrangements elsewhere. I'm requesting that every noble from here to the Jordan...and beyond is planning to attend your coronation.”

You smiled widely, still only a breath from his lips as your mind remained upon only one thought,

“How long will you be gone?”

“I shall return on the eve before you're crowned. I have to prepare. The Holy Land has gone too long without…a Queen. It must be perfect. Our Lord wills it.”

Knowing that he was seeing firsthand that your day of coronation would be picturesque was endearing. Especially like this- being held against him in the dark, petted and cradled like a prize. You opened your mouth, feeling another brazen thought come to your mind.

After you told him in the dark that you loved him, you heard that he was already fast asleep by the sounds of his steady rhythmic breathing that rose his chest so sweetly below you. You sighed, wondering if that too was willed from God as you began to smile hearing him sleep. You had to find patience, it seemed. But you wanted him to know now more than ever….that you were in love.

But your coronation was drawing so near. And the thought alone was what kept you from sleeping there on his chest that night. 》

#king baldwin iv #king baldwin x you #king baldwin x reader #kingdom of heaven #masked men #× reader #im back

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goth-mami-writer · 12 days ago

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Updateeee

Just wanted to come on for a sec and update everyone kind of where I am in life cause unfortunately it has affected my mental health unsurprisingly (which ultimately affects my willingness to write)

So- a couple of days ago, I discovered my child's father whom I live with and have been in a relationship with for the past 6 years has been lying to me about things. There's been cheating (what I consider cheating) involved which has crushed me.

Mentally I'm in a very broken state even though things have never really been perfect between us. Even from other things and then the length of time that this cheating has been going on which started when our baby was a newborn.

I'm really hoping that I find some clarity and hopefully a new start to kinda of distance myself away from some of the hurt involved here. But I cannot jeopardize my child's happiness out of my own anger and distrust of his father- so the situation is even more complex with that in mind.

So with all that drama, tea and whatnot- if updates begin to slow- I hope I can have your patience and understanding!

Thank you so much for those of you who comment and interact. I'll get back on the horse soon. I still encourage asks and anyone checking in my dms

🖤🖤🖤🖤

#moots #life update #x reader

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goth-mami-writer · 18 days ago

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Hello, my dear! How are you?

I came through this message to praise your fanfic about Baldwin! I liked the way you wrote him being a man who cherishes his wife like a rare jewel... It definitely makes me sigh in love... Your writing is also amazing, as your word choices and tone make the reading experience quite immersive.

Well, besides that... I would like to know your thoughts about what our dear king would be like in the scenario where his queen finds herself pregnant (it may contain NSFW if you think it fits)

Thank you in advance and I wish you a great day! 😘

Firstly, I'm very well- thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

Let's see: Gosh, I think Baldwin would overreact in his own collected way. I see him as one that keeps his turmoil very tucked inside which I really hate for him. If you thought he was protective before- strap in.

I do think there would be tears. Maybe a hint of doubt that it was really possible because of how slim the chances were.

However! I really, really see Baldwin becoming so cautious about himself as well once he discovered his Queen to be pregnant. The first thing that would come to his mind would be his illness and what if you were to catch it, thus it being contracted by the child- (don't come for me with science, I'm just making this up-)

Even as he knows it cannot be good for the baby to be close to you, especially sharing affection such as kissing, he knows that isolating you during your pregnancy would be detrimental to your happiness- which he felt would also affect the well-being of his growing child.

I've dreamed up a sweet little scene for this and I'll add that below for your reading pleasure ♡

(I've seen the other asks in my box! I'm delegating time for both them and the new chapter so I beg your patience 🥹🙌)

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《 The night that you were examined to be with child, the blessed heir to the throne of the Holy Land, Baldwin wept.

His tears spoke of a paternal glow warming his spirit just as the sun he once knew. But also this great, looming fear that rose as clouds to hide the sun away.

You had been praying on bruised, skinned knees together for a child. One to carry the king's legacy upon the nearing of his death that felt closer in his aching bones with each year. There was much to be done and the planning on the horizon excited him but halted him still as well. A child- at long last, he thought. But the Lord's timing was so very unfortunate for this blessing.

He sat alone overlooking the open terrace where his throne was seated during the day to take petitions. He needed the solace to hear God's guiding wisdom- or so he told himself. It was better than imagining the cries of an infant that he would not live long enough to father. The idea left him hollow and gutted in the chest.

Your body was blossoming more each day and it was getting anxious in the very air of the castle to see you glowing in a state of royal pregnancy and he knew that you felt him becoming distant. He hoped you understood his disposition of his illness and how utterly horrifying it felt knowing there was even a slight risk that the heir could be at risk.

That night, going against his own advice, he snuck himself into your bed chamber. Each night, it took the handmaidens well over an hour to assure that you were comfortable to sleep. Your back ached from a heavy womb and most ways of sleeping were simply impossible now.

He moved the curtains to your canopy bed that keep the nighttime breeze at bay and he found you peacefully at rest upon your duvets and pillows. Your hand was resting at the top of your motherly stomach and your eyes were searching in a dream.

His motives were to visit you whilst you slept- trying to avoid your asking of his touch that he knew you were craving. He wanted to get away with seeing your body and how its grown without facing what he knew to be a conversation so emotional and complex. He reached down, moving as careful as a breath to feel against your womb.

He sighed raggedly to feel just how much development he'd missed. In a whisper, he spoke a prayer hoping that God could forgive his slight of judgement that had greatly cost him now. His gloved fingers twillled against the fullness of your pregnant stomach until his thoughts and even prayers were stopped to feel a fluttering movement beneath his touch.

His eyes widened and he drew back in surprise- having never felt the kicks of an unborn infant before. He softly smiled beneath his masks, feeling curious to place his palm back to you, hoping to feel it again. When a second fleeting movement brushed against his fingertips he scoffed in quiet joy, speaking tenderly into the dim moonlight that cut through the dark,

“Did I….wake thee, little one? I beg your forgiveness.”

The King didn't notice at first when your eyes fluttered open upon hearing the soft, melodic whispers to his heir but you made sure to lie still and keep your rousing eyes hidden in the dark to watch him caress your womb. You already knew the tricks to try and make the baby perform its sweet quickenings. Silently you moved his hand to gently brush against your navel in soft strokes to make the baby start to tumble in response.

Baldwin chuckled in sweetness to feel the flutters again and he said to you, having noticed your awake state that was clearly watching him unannounced.

“I….feel that I've gone the wrong way about this”

You were careful to answer because you know the subject was so heavy in his heart but you told him with your voice breaking,

“Caring for the child isn't wrong. Your absence is…selfless.”

Watching your reaction, he knew for certain that something had to make amends. He closed his eyes tightly wondering where the middle ground in protecting the baby and being a fit husband resided. He sighed hollowly and told you with his hand still resting atop his beloved child as it slept,

“I cannot find virtue in seeing you unhappy.”

It felt like a vow when he kissed the side of your womb, resting the forehead of his mask to your skin there while he gathered in his mind the right move to make. Choosing his strategy as if it really were a game of chess to be crowned, ill, and a father.

You held his head against you, knowing that inside you were sharing prayers of thanks. But also beckonings of guidance. 》

{ I'd be so incredibly, double pregnant if this man started whispering to me in the dark like this.

Twins. Next question. ♡ }

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goth-mami-writer · 25 days ago

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¤ Sweet, Silver Affliction ¤ (pt.9)

▪︎ King Baldwin × f!Reader arranged marriage work

《 In the hours later, Baldwin was at the head of the long, ornate refectory table where most of his men in the Christian crusades had gathered to share petitions with their king. As the minutes turned to hours, it was steadily becoming a boasting game of tall tales spun by one hand to the next.

The Crusaders were relaxed around him, something that admittedly Baldwin didn't care for. He didn't prefer them to believe that he was friendly in their company but he minded their small talk cordially, knowing that saving face was always the higher road. He found himself more understanding of lower societal issues after immersing himself in their banter.

The king admittedly wasn't paying close attention when one spoke up at him in the silence between chatter,

“Your Grace, we have yet to see your Muslim bride. There are some that say that she is a ghost.”

Baldwin found small, menial offense to this characterization of yourself that was shallow, yet none to his surprise. He tilted his mask and entertained the question monotonically,

“She's neither a ghost nor Muslim. Tuunda’an is newly converted in Christian belief.”

The room became quiet after his informative mention intended to clear any disbelief of your upbringing but another voice seated at the table rose with another question made from rumor in the city,

“I thought she was intended to a nephew of Saladin. One that was in strong camaraderie with her father in Hadjari.”

“Saladin has too many kin within Arabia to make mention- it could have been Saladin himself for all we know of.” Another said, jesting the others around him with a nudge of his elbow.

The room grew in laughter except that of the king. It was true that had you not been married to Jerusalem, Saladin had relatives in line for your marriage. But your father wanted differently in terms of alliance in the great war across the Jordan. There were rebellions taking place near your homeland and finding good trust through either marriages or gold, was wisest.

But you were worth so much more than the gold promised by a king. Or an ally with the strongest army in the world.

He silenced their laughing with a hand raised above his hardened gaze. When man by man became hushed at the sight of the king demanding their quiet respect, he spoke firmly to redirect their intentions,

“I cannot punish your curiosity for the finer details of my wife. But what I can reprimand is loose tongues who choose to misinform others about their future Queen. Should you refrain from slandering the likes of me, do her the same respect or live to regret it.”

Meanwhile, before supper, you were in the private ward with the sunset falling low, soaking in one of the baths with the castle girls running about to have you prepared for dinner with the King. You were at peace although your mind was still weighed heavily by Baldwin's previous words. Suddenly, Risha tapped your shoulder to ask whether you wanted a cool blue silk or maybe a taupe velvet for your gown tonight.

You turned in the bath, deciding which one would look better in candlelight since you'd be with the King and you spoke up to say that you'd be fine with the velvet taupe. Yasmeen chimed up after you made your decision and said with a cheeky remark,

“This one is easier to take off, anyhow-”

You giggled with them, feeling the sense of girlish mischief creep into the air upon their mentions of you romancing the King and you turned again in the bath, resting your elbows onto the stone ledge to tell them in secrecy with whispered words in your mother tongue,

“I think I will be with him again tonight.”

All three of them grew loudly in joy, troublemaking smiles framing their mouths as they charged closer. Hana only found it close enough to be in the bath with you, damning her skirt and shawl to the water to hear just exactly what the king had told you.

“What if he shows you his face?”

“I don't think he means that- i think he meant differently.”

They argued the true nature of his intentions but what he meant or didn't mean- meant little. You were so scared of displeasing him even unintentionally and you spoke your fears with a mousey tone, unsure if they'd understand your worries or not.

“What if….the king doesn't like…when I'm with him?”

Their eyes grew wide and Yasmeen spoke up, always being the most surprising when it came to adding her input and she said lowly in contribution to the secrecy in the air now,

“I used to sew dresses for a girl….who worked in a pleasure house. She told me once…that all men, kings or thieves- like the same thing when they are with you.”

Everyone including you stayed silent, feeling the suspense clawing at your throat to know the one thing that could buy his satisfaction forever and she leaned in, knowing this must be said even below that of a whisper.

“Your eyes, Princess. If your eyes tell him that he is the only man in the world- he'll be sated..even on the first try.”

Your cheeks blushed, almost expecting her to say something far, far more vulgar but you were glad for the simpleness behind it. If she was right, maybe your virgin experience wouldn't damn you if he intended….not to show his face after all. The girls giggled louder, egging you on in flattery and timidness that only felt like the beginning of a warm friendship - at last.

At supper, you were surprised to see that the room where you usually took to eating at the King's side was empty. Your long dining table was already set and lit with soft candles. The curtains were drawn to let in the twilighting glow of the sky during sunset, something you would've liked to see with Baldwin.

You were told by his Majesty's servants that the king was kept in his last advisory hearing of the night but that you should begin your meal without him. In the minutes later, thinking that maybe you'd be without the king during your evening meal altogether- the doors clattered open to the royal dining space.

Baldwin felt different when he approached the table and you felt his spirit hang heavy in the air when he asked the cupbearers and other servants to leave at once. He passed by you entirely to stand at the window, lying his palms on the flat half wall while they all made quick to depart from the room.

You felt pulled to him with the silence setting in so loudly now and you stood from your seat. Together your hands writhed as you treaded close to him, nearing his side in the evening breeze that caught the curtains and you asked in meekness as to not hinder his already ignited feelings.

“What troubles thee, My Lord?”

His eyes closed beneath the mask, signaling a haggard inhale meant to gather his composure and his thoughts to try and tell you with a calmness that seemed otherworldly for what he described,

“Something tells me that….the Lord Crusaders do not favor you. Either your heritage or something more... meaningless”

The words hung heavy between you after leaving his lips and he focused his stare towards you when he began explaining with emphasis, realizing that this was the first time in so long that he'd opened up to someone about the harshness of ruling those you didn't care for,

“Their approval couldn't mean lesser its weight in bronze to me. But they are brave. Dare I say conniving-”

You wondered to what resolution this matter of thinking was headed and he said in conclusion with his body turned to face you more intimately,

“When you're crowned, swear to me that their words will never find you. One's perception of talk will either align your morals as a ruler or destroy them.”

You smiled hearing that this sour mood was coming from a place of worry for your feelings and you nodded to give him his promise. But only before explaining that you weren't unaccustomed to unsavory rumors or being disliked by the more provincial side of the caste.

Softly, you entwined his hand into your own and spoke of what knew from your life in Hadjari, remembering to give him your eyes as Yasmeen had described,

“My father's rule did not go unspoken of. I am the one who is worried, your grace. I wanted our union to try and stop some of these undeserving rumors that you receive.”

“They'll always talk of me, angel. It's a life that I'm used to enduring. Undeserving rumors of yourself is what I'd like to avoid entirely.”

Your face became cupped in his gloved hands, making your heart swell as well as your breathing. His gaze swallowed you in, telling you with only a gesture that this was the beginning of his peace being found only within your presence. His twilling fingers stroked down your hair sweetly and he said once he'd taken the needed breath to regain away from his anger,

“Did I interrupt your meal, beloved?”

You shook your head but when he turned to see your plate hardly touched, he moved his eyes in only a silent glance for you to be reseated so that you may continue. He petted your head, nudging the side of his mouth to your temple in a figurative kiss through his mask when you sat down again. He then made his leave to the adjacent side room that sometimes he used as a study.

He always left you alone as you ate, whether it was your morning breakfast or the last evening meal, which perplexed you.

When you made sure to leave a more convincing, empty plate that wouldn't cause him to argue, you stood to find where he'd wandered off. You found him at one of his empty scribing desks. The candles were hardly aflame high enough for you to see through his thick cloud of frankincense but as you approached, you saw now that his left hand was completely unbandaged.

He was changing his coverings and when your presence was finally noticed, you were surprised that he wasn't reprimanding you for sneaking,

“Princess….please do not come closer so soon after eating.”

Your first instinct was to ask if that was to imply that you were meant to be disgusted and the thought alone moved you faster to his side.

Baldwin's eyes noticed your bravery but still quickly hid his wounded and unfortunate limp hand under a silk cloth he used for cleaning his skin. You began reaching forward as to move the delicate silk and he stopped you again- making you say carefully so as to not appear impatient,

“I drank every drop of that awful drink this morning made by the apothecaries. Please- my lord, let me see.”

He sighed heavily from under his mask, in a way that which you hadn't heard from him ever since you arrived in Jerusalem. It was the sound of his desperate grip on his perceived image being let go… but only slightly.

Slowly, with his understood permission, you removed the cloth from his troubled left hand where you saw that he had just begun wrapping his new bandage around his palm. He then turned his wrist, afraid you would reach to do it yourself and you saw then his true skin where the lesions of his leprosy became revealed to your eyes.

After a moment, hearing his heart beginning to drum with such a murderous intent that swelled his veins, he swallowed to then watch your reaction. Your eyes were softened in pity, which he expected, but not of fear….or disgust. His skin was tragic…even if this was the hand that had no feeling from nerve damage. You didn't want to stare, so you asked with your eyes glancing away to find his own, something he hoped wasn't intentional,

“Does it hurt? Even with no feeling?”

“It-..” he said, hating that he was beginning to stammer like a child,

“It takes a great deal…”

You reached forward, knowing he'd most likely tell you to stop- but you slowly raised your hand upon the table. His movements in the hand were slow, you saw it in his languid fingers that were laboriously flicking to the desk as your touch became closer.

Carefully, knowing you couldn't necessarily hurt him, you turned his palm to face upwards- lying his hand flat in a brush. With the gentleness of a breath, you began to intertwine your hand into his own, somehow in amazement that he hadn't protested the idea altogether so far.

His eyes widened to see you willfully touching his bare skin, putting your hands palm-to-palm with little concern of his condition, and what little was known to contract it. You laced his fingers in with your own, but then felt as he locked the demure embrace by squeezing his hand ever so gently against yours.

You turned to find him already staring and you wondered again if he could be smiling under his mask. Gradually, both of you became closer, easing into the tender space where both of your voices would turn to a whisper and he finally broke the silence,

“Kiss me…-please.”

His soft, broken request melted you inside, even as you remained unaware of how deeply he was affected by seeing you pay no reaction at all to take him by the hand….as lovers do.

It was mindless to lean in and you thought he would want just a small sentiment of touch upon his mask but you watched as he slightly adjusted his veneer upwards, remembering he wouldn't be revealed from the candlelight being so dim.

He pulled you to his mouth with his free hand cupping the back of your head, while his other squeezed your careful grip with all the strength he could muster in his wounded limb. Something that made your face burn to know that he was placing effort into the embrace- no matter how menial.

It struck him as you were joined in the kiss that the feelings between you were changing. Of course you were beautiful and rightly, he desired your touch. But it was more now.

Admiration in your marriage would spawn respect- something essential for a King and Queen. Understanding would bring patience, lust would bring children- but what of love? For the first time, as your hand held the back of his head just the same, he felt you to be lovers.

Real lovers instead of two parts of a union luckily attracted to the spouse they were arranged with.

His heart thundered at the thought, never thinking of himself to have a romance that made him feel like a youngling love swept by a girl but he swooned with a nervous breath as the kiss continued, wanting to savor every moment of having butterflies in his stomach at the thought of... being in love for the first time. 》

#king baldwin iv #king baldwin x reader #king baldwin x you #kingdom of heaven #masked men #× reader

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Hey loves. Just wanted to put this out there but I'm pretty sure that we've got either a rage baiter or a bot in A03. So if you see this guest user out there, ignore them yeah?

For some context here. This work of mine had been up for a single day. I posted 2 chapters yesterday. I took a chance and made this work public to guests and registered users but damn the lesson you learn for trying to be nice.

@goth-mami-writer

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goth-mami-writer · 30 days ago

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Gotta repub for my WUHMAHN 🥹🥰❤️

"Bring her in"

"We have never had a female prospect, let alone a woman within the club. So why would we start now?" Bobby demands and eyes Clay and Jax at the top of the table when they just look at him, brows raised and exasperated, he huffs and leans back in his chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"All I'm saying is I think it's a bad idea."

"I second that," Opie murmurs across from him and ignores the betrayed head tilt from Jax. He shrugs a shoulder, "Shit we do is dangerous, always has been. I don't feel comfortable putting a woman at risk like that."

Chibs grunts in agreement beside him, arms crossed and a heavy frown on his scarred face. All eyes turn to Juice when the young man speaks up.

"I think it'd be a good idea. Not everything can be solved by the way we do things. No one expects a woman to do the things we do."

There are several nods around the table at his point. There were several situations SAMCRO has faced that could have been solved with a woman's touch, and not from one of their old ladies. Jax leans forward, hand clasped in front of him as he looks at each member of the M.C.

"And that's what we need more of. Smart, capable people who have the club in their best interest. She's got that in her. I can tell, and so can Clay."

As one, the inner members turn and look at the president. Clay sighs heavily and nods after a long moment of silence."

"I don't like it either, but our Vice President isn't wrong. SAMCRO is growing, and we need to be stronger. If bringing a woman into the club is the way to go - well, so be it."

Clay waits for any other objections before continuing, 'Let's vote.'

"LThey go around the table, receiving yea's from Clay, Tig, Piney, Happy, Juice, and Jax. Chibs, Opie, and Bobby vote in the negative, but the majority has ruled. Clay raises the gavel and smacks it down."

"Bring her in.”

#sons of anarchy #SOA #soa x reader #jax teller #tig trager

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goth-mami-writer · 1 month ago

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°▪︎_Hellaciously Yours_▪︎°

~Dante Sparda x f!Reader (reader is a hybrid demon hunter)

~ (I wanted to go ahead and tease this fic with a small prologue chapter to introduce the reader's character and some semblance of the plot I have imagined. Still fine-tuning some of the arcs and storyline so this might be something slow to churn out. But I wanted to share regardless.)

《 Dante was tired of being lied to- or sorry- omitted from the truth. There was no way jobs like this were being dashed out by some kind of woman. Some kind of woman with no backbone to ever show her face? Make everyone else do her dirty work? Get fucking real.

That night he wanted answers. Something he always seemed to be sold short of. Being left in the dark was a life he wanted to start leaving behind and he shoved his way past the large double doors in that acre wide mansion that might as well have been built for God but stood empty as can be. Besides of course the people inside that seemed to stand around this ominous, no face, wannabe mob leader that he was determined to meet once and for all.

One of those armed nobodies shoved him back from entering the last room in that large corridor and he shoved back in return with words barking that if this person hiding in the dark, throwing him cash for killing, was a demon, he was ending their life.

Tonight.

Something was going on. But he'd been played like this before. Lined up on jobs just to be set up in the end by some strung out hellborne fuck who thought he was some chump. That was over. The incognito meetups, cash grabs for a few spun bullets were done.

There was one more gunman in that last room, the master bedroom suite that was completely empty besides a desk and chair. The desk and chair that usually after a job he'd just come to retrieve his coin from before leaving.

Their barrel became pointed right at his temple as he got closer, as if that'd do anything- he thought before he heard a voice.

“Let him in.” You said suddenly amid the quiet, calling out from the wide balcony beyond the French doors where only sheer curtains billowed in the nighttime wind. Your small cigarette held in its long vintage filter was the only thing he could see when he turned his head, trying to follow your voice over the adrenaline in his ears.

Your voice…. that sounded feminine.

“You heard her.” Dante smirked, motioning with his eyes for your little armed wind-up monkey to lower their gun.

When their aim went to the floor, you gave another command over your shoulder which surprised him more than the fact that you were really a woman….at least from the sounds of it.

“Leave us.”

No protection? Not even a sniper across the lawn? That was ballsy. Now he felt like maybe he was punching in his own weight class in terms of strategy. But come on, what's some chick doing with enough ego to confront someone with no backup plan?

Dante narrowed his eyes to the steel brandishing clown as they moved, following their exit out the door. One thing he could admit, you must have had these goons on an obedient leash, collar choked tight. They didn't budge away from orders. He started towards the balcony until you stopped him with a firm mention that he couldn't come any closer. So now you were giving orders? Hard pass, he thought.

When you heard a gun cock, your eyes rolled to hear him get antsy.

“Turn and show me that you're not one of those hell dwelling pieces of shit.”

He put a bullet through the ceiling, emphasizing his intentions by shooting a single round that dared you to call his bluff.

You did in fact have a secret. One that kept you from showing your face. Well…the majority of it. He'd know in an instant that none of your little henchman had been entirely truthful but in hindsight- it was none of his fucking business if jobs were completed and money was passed. For a demon killer that paraded so loudly that he didn't give a fuck about how he earned money- he sure did have a lot to ask.

You turned away from the doorframe of the balcony that kept you concealed, and let him have his guess as to whether or not you were a fire-blowing blood sucker only here for one thing. Your human passing features were shown in the soft glow of the moonlight, turning your head strategically that perhaps he wouldn't see….the bad side of your face.

You needed his trust after all.

When your gaze found him, his jaw fell slack to know that for the first time in a good while he was dead wrong. It felt weird to be taken aback like this. Like a moment you had to chew on before you tried to swallow.

What the fuck was a human woman doing in demon killing?

And why…did this human woman feel so comfortable in throwing him bounties that were triple the price of his regular little chores?

He had never met you before- he was sure of it. Not that it mattered in the moment but…. He'd remember a broad with a face card like this. Your unknown identity was only half the reason he stood gawking.

But he smelled a cop- a fed at the least and his jaw tensed again, getting interested in who he was talking to and he said with his guard still up.

“Tell me your name- your real one. And not some vague alias bullshit to keep you from getting popped.”

You smiled, trying not to laugh at his very impenetrable guard coming up so fast, within the first ten seconds of your meeting. Its quickness had surprised you. You took another drag of your filtered cigarette, debating on revealing your ugly little secret now…or maybe letting him dangle for a few more weeks to really keep him invested.

You crossed your legs, something that made his gaze only harden to keep from staring at your body hugged tight in that long, slim evening gown that he….recognized from somewhere.

“Telling you my name….won't tell you who I am.”

Your eyes were dark when they found his again and you rolled the smoke away from your lips when you told him, motioning to the chair adjacent to you on the balcony,

“So, if you'd like a formal introduction…don't stand and wait.” 》

#dmc dante #dante sparda #dante devil may cry #dmc netflix #dante x reader #dante x you #devil may cry

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goth-mami-writer · 1 month ago

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¤ Sweet, Silver Affliction ¤ (pt.8)

▪︎ King Baldwin × f!Reader arranged marriage work

▪︎(Also available on Ao3!!)

[ Someone tell me why he's sooo hot when he slouches?]

When you awoke hours later, your body was still lying beside the king where you'd rested your head upon his collar in sleep. You tried to focus your eyes around the room, feeling by the chill of the air that morning was drawing close and you wanted to begin moving back to your chambers as he'd asked you.

Upon remembering all of the intimacy shared before falling asleep, your head flicked to where the king slept. You watched his chest rise and fall but you saw that somehow he'd placed the silver mask back to his face. He must've guessed that if he were to keep it away from his face, that you'd see him on your way to your bed. In the dim dark, where only the fading moonlight fell upon you both, that while he slept with his head falling to the side, the mask had slipped.

It was misaligned to his jaw and curved in an angle away from his face. Your hand reached and your first impulse….was to remove it. But you could see him in this soft light? Were you to take the first glance of his face yourself? Without his knowledge? Your fingers trembled, wanting so desperately to see the face he'd been hiding but you wadded a fist to keep from reaching any further.

Instead, you aligned the cold metal veneer of his mask back to its rightful position and you made quick to begin your escape back to your own bed chambers after finding your night clothes strewn to the other side of the mattress. You were quiet with soft padding feet through the cloud of frankincense that led you back to your own bed, Sir Isaac watching from afar as you left the king's chambers.

You awoke much later that morning to someone in your room. You felt that the sun was terribly high and your eyes squinted to see Risha coming by your nearby inn table beside your large bed with a covered chalice in her hands. It was tall and prepared with a cloth covering over its rim which made your eyes squint.

“Princess-” She said, watching you arise disheveled and beginning to yawn.

“Has the king awoke?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, watching as Yasmeen and Hara removed your covers and drew your curtains for the light to enter your room.

“The king is already in counsel with his nobles of court.” Risha informed with her palm rested over that covered chalice that still had your mind questioning.

“What time is it?” You gawked, knowing that the king didn't attend his first counsel….until almost midday. Which was exactly what Risha then told you.

When you asked why you had not been prepared or even awoken upon daybreak after the king, Risha began to unravel the small woven thread that was fastened over the strange chalice upon the table beside you and said dutifully while Yasmeen and Hana chimed in as well.

“The king ordered no one to enter your room.”

“-and no one to disturb your rest.”

You felt softened by his orders that you'd be able to adequately rest after such a first night of shared intimacy and you hid a smile, which all of them noticed with a giggle but you only had one more question now. You looked to the cup that Risha had brought and asked with your body still slumped upon the mattress.

“What is that?”

The room suddenly became quiet and Risha told you somewhat carefully while she moved the cup closer to you.

“Maesters told me to bring you this. Have you kissed the king on the mouth, Princess?....his real mouth?”

You nodded and you heard another one of their voices begin to explain the orders told by the maesters in the early morning.

“This medicine was prepared to keep you safe from the king's illness. You must drink each drop.”

You didn't care if you got sick? You wondered if this was Baldwin's orders or perhaps the maesters that were now required to care for you the same as the king. You looked into the chalice, seeing bubbles at the top of the concoction that formed with heavy froth around the rim of the glass.

Reluctantly you grimaced upon the first smell that was herbal, sour and medicinal when it found your nose.

Yasmeen rushed to your side first before all of them at once after seeing you retch to the thought of how terrible it would taste and Risha knelt to the bed, telling you to hold your nose and swallow fast without thinking. When you put the cup to your mouth, you tried to turn your thoughts blank while you worked to move the mixture down your throat.

The taste was abhorrent. It was gritty in texture with granules that turned your face into a pucker of disgust but you had to keep drinking. Once the glass was empty, Risha hurried one of the other girls to bring you water to help wash away the dreadful flavor plaguing your mouth and you drank in heavy gulps to try and wash your tongue.

“What is in that?” You asked, still grimacing to even look at the chalice it came from and none of them knew for sure, only that the King's apothecaries had mixed it especially to armor one's immune system using mixtures of herbs and medicinal salves.

“Here Princess-” Yasmeen said before rising from your covers.

She revealed the long linens you'd bought from the bazaar the day before, but they were now altered and sewn by the Citadel artisans who were skilled in seaming. It was a long white gown embroidered and laced in the Christian textile patterns you'd seen all over the city. But now it was made for you. There were gold accents along the bodice that also ran down both of your arms where you were also given a long ornate train behind you.

All three of them grew loud in joy seeing your face as you took in the first sight of your royal coronation gown. You'd be the pinnacle of the entire Holy City, a queen coronated in white before God and his people. You felt your heart swell and you demanded to try it on with your stretched smile.

“We must take you to the Citadel sempster. She must see you wearing it first.”

You were taken by all three of them, lapping a thin veil to guard your profile of passersby in the castles halls. When you came to the great hall inside the Cathedral where the old, croned sempster awaited in her long work gown that matched her sheer, ornate caul. You were worried her pins would prick you as she made adjustments, making pleats and hems that were close to your careful curves but her work was diligent and skilled.

You stood before her tailoring mirror, in awe of the large three panels that reflected the light almost the same as the windows of the church and they led you atop to where you would stand when you said the sacred rites in coronation. She wanted to adjust your long embroidered train to flow down the predella steps and into the nave of the room.

As you looked to yourself more in the reflection of the mirrors, it felt more real to see what stood before you. Before, it almost felt that you'd awake from such a dream at any moment. But you were only mere sunsets from becoming Queen of the Holy Land, wedded to the King whom you were becoming so quickly fond of.

In the minutes following the sempsters adjustments to the fine gown, you stood in silence becoming lost in that mirror. You'd been alone for what felt to be an hour just imagining and staring. The silence felt heavy around you like a fog but you didn't mind. You only looked to the image of yourself as an up and coming Queen alone in the quiet of the stone room until you heard that ghost like voice behind you in the nave,

“Beautiful.”

You turned to find the King standing there with his hands tucked behind his waist reverently in the sight of you. From where he stood, the sun catching from inside the painted glass behind you was framing your delicate figure, lining you in soft, warm light that he knew was intended for no other. Divinely made for only you.

As he stepped forward to begin ascending the few steps to be at your side, he spoke lowly as he joined his hands,

“It seems that the Almighty himself is aligning this by his own hand-”

You stifled another bow when he reached you at the top of the chancel-like platform, and he finished his words carefully when remarking upon how beautiful you appeared in your coronation gown,

“-because only the Queen of the Holy Land should resemble an angel this closely.”

After a smile that stretched upon your lips more bashfully that ever ro receive such a compliment, you trembled to speak in flattery,

“Thank you.”

“Thank me for nothing.” The king said, coming closer where you felt his hand demurely and gently reaching to take your own.

Your fingers curled around his gloved hand, drawing him nearer just by your touch and you stood cheek to cheek in the cathedrals lulling silence that seemed to be the perfect ambiance for your thundering pulse as you thought of last night with him. You wondered if it was on his mind as well- maybe in small, hidden ways in his quiet thoughts during his duties and it made your face warm to imagine.

Before your eyes could close in soft desire of having him near so affectionately, he answered your inner questioning with words spoken in a whisper against your ear,

“You'll be coronated on the eve of the full moon. And…I want to make you mine before then. Which means..we have much work to do, beloved. Are you comfortable…giving in before you're crowned?”

You nodded, but he told you, in a soft, delicate voice- a gentle show of dominance you'd only just witnessed the night before, and your blood turned hot,

“Say it. Tell me you'll be mine.”

You watched his eyes search your own there in the silence between you and you stepped closer, fulfilling his need of hearing you proclaim your possession before him,

“I was yours… from the moment you first looked upon me, My Lord.”

His eyes widened and you felt his chest drop from a heavy breath before his hand reached up. He cradled your jaw in what felt to be a reflex to bring your mouth upon his own but you also felt the restraint. Your own mouth was falling open just slightly, prepared to indulge him in a kiss but he closed his eyes tightly.

After another haggard breath holding back so much want, he spoke with a sacred reserve,

“It is…not of God…to tempt me in the same room where others say their prayers. Ask for forgiveness.”

Cheekily, you smiled as he turned his back but you promised that you would choose your words better. You thought you would be left in silence again but he turned to tell you lastly before he finished his descent back to the nave,

“Save your energy for nightfall, Princess. You'll be seeing more of me tonight. Return to your chambers and rest.”

You were quick to obey with a nod but…had you heard him correctly?

Baldwin seemed to have this habit of speaking in cryptics. Hidden meanings in vague, heavy hanging phrases that could mean another word below their surface. It troubled you greatly and your mind wanted to examine each and every word he spoke with care.

Even after he left the room your mind began to romp in question of his meaning. Would he ask you to visit him earlier in the night since he was late with duties the night before? Or did he mean…more of him?

More of him?

His face? 》

#king baldwin iv #king baldwin x you #king baldwin x reader #kingdom of heaven #masked men #reader insert #x reader

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goth-mami-writer · 1 month ago

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Hey, you've been on my mind lately. I know you haven’t been online for a while, and I just wanted to check in. I really hope you’re doing okay and taking care of yourself. I miss seeing you around

Sending you lots of love and hoping to hear from you soon, whenever you're ready💚🩵💚

Hey lovely,

Firstly, I'm fine. Sometimes- i go on small hiatuses to help my creativity recover. But this has also been a tough week for me energy and burnout wise.

But I'm back on the horse andddddd....👀👀

I have a new chapter of my Baldwin story ready🥰🙌

I'm editing/revising/proofreading now so expect this up within a few hours if not, tomorrow. ❤️

Thanks for checking in!

#king baldwin iv #king baldwin x reader #send me asks #asks #love my moots

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goth-mami-writer · 2 months ago

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Yo... I'm so sick 😷🤒

Heyo- I feel like shittttt

Imma pause updates just for a few days until I'm better. But I thought about something y'all might like , idk.

So.. I have an original story that I occasionally update on this app called Inkitt.

If you'd be interested, I can leave a link below. I'll leave a little summary so you can get a taste of what it's like. It's romance/erotica, so I hope most of yall wouldn't mind stopping by.

Summary: Allie and her soon to be husband Nate succumb to a fatal accident days before their wedding- only for Allie to awake in Hell where Nate is damned to remain.

Upon meeting the jaded Grim Reaper, who mistakenly brought her there, Lucien, she barters for Nate's return. Promising she'd endure any challenge to find him and save him from Hell's fires.

Y'all say hi if you get over there- imma crawl in my sick hole! 🫠😫

#love my moots #tumblr moots #writers on tumblr #writeblr #sick

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goth-mami-writer · 2 months ago

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¤ Sweet, Silver Affliction ¤ (pt.7)

▪︎ King Baldwin × f!Reader arranged marriage work

▪︎ { smut warning! 18+!} ;)

{ Follow this story on Ao3 as well!}

《 You were instructed to put out the candelabras but you also drew the long curtains and began closing the shutters until you heard Baldwin behind you.

“Not that one, beloved. Leave that one.”

You nodded and let the last window hold its careful blue moonlight and the room was thick in the night time dark once again. It was an image making your bones rattle from remembering your first night together.

Slowly, you approached the bed, becoming used to the thick black and you thought you'd find him standing like before but you reached the end of his bed with your touch still empty. It almost startled you when you felt your waist touched from behind once your body broke the rays of moonlight and he stayed in the dark to turn you into his embrace.

Your breath caught and you brought your lips immediately to the mouth of his mask for a kiss. He felt your hands returning to the edges of the silver veneer and he encouraged you now to slip it up further to free his lips from below after pulling away. Your approach was needful and it made his heart swell to feel you so eager to kiss his real mouth.

He had planned to wait until later in the night- perhaps much later until both of you were close to retiring to sleep but he wanted to try this now. As you both kissed, the feeling of your ragged breath upon him only stirring him higher, he removed the mask from his face entirely. Gently, as if distracting you now by his kiss, he placed his light silver mask into your hands carefully. He curved your fingers across the top to ensure your hands held it closely and you pulled away upon realizing.

Your eyes went down to look into your hands to try and comprehend what he'd just done. You turned his infamous, sterling disguise in your hands now. It felt like you'd been given a rare jewel seeing as it caught the light so beautifully, but the king turned your chin up with his gloved hand. Breathless already from the weight of the sentiment you asked him softly in hopes that he would step into the light,

“Your grace..?”

“No-” he said in the dark with his hands returning to your waist,

“Call me by my name. Say it then kiss me again, angel.”

You said his name for the first time with your lips shaking and your eyelids heavy in what you knew to be the first onsets of either lust or…..love. All that you knew now standing in the lone ray of the Holy moonlight was that you loved the sound of his voice away from the concealment of his mask and you told him just that by kissing him again. Just as he asked.

The king wrapped your hands around him after dropping the silver mask to the bed. He was careful not to reveal himself in the light, even though he felt you pulling him closer and closer during the kiss that began growing much faster than any you'd shared the night before. He then moved his mouth down, where he let his lips graze down your jaw to meet your neck.

For the first time, you mewled softly in delight with your blood feeling warmed to the hundreds for more. You bit your lip as he nipped and nuzzled, discovering small mental traces of what his face felt like against you as it grazed your skin. Your knee rose as he pulled you closer to him in the dark, letting the slit of your sheer nightgown fall down your thigh.

His hand curved around your knee, keeping your soft neck joined with lips all the while as his palm slid up your leg, traveling in slowness up and under your small clothes. When his hand bravely, somewhat lewdly, cupped against your ass, you grunted against him, feeling the act redden your cheeks somehow darker to feel him become this wanton.

“I want to see you.” He said after taking his first husbandly squeeze of your body in his hand.

“Lay down in the light…and reveal yourself for me to see.”

You remembered his words from earlier, and your heart rattled in your quaking chest, knowing he must have had this idea in mind for your night together all along.

“I want to see you.” You replied with your eyes closed, finally asking if he would reveal his face, your body trembling as his hand still shockingly wandered…to your liking.

“No, beloved. You're mine to see tonight. Lie down and show me my wife's beauty in the moonlight.”

You wanted to whine for more of his affection but his hands never left you as you lowered to his bed where that single ray of dim light enveloped your body- stretching just wide enough to touch both your shoulders. He stayed in the dark beside you, his breath deepening when your hands rose to unclasp the small hooks behind you that kept your gown fastened.

Slowly, as it fell from your shoulders, freeing your breasts and the smooth skin of your torso- Baldwin felt caught by the sight of your naked body for the first time. He wanted to reach out and touch you but he needed to see more. It looked angelic when you lifted your hips slightly to remove your underwear down your legs that you tried to hide from quivering.

His lip was bitten in the dark seeing you in full, and you turned your face, only seeing his dark shadow before his white silk hand reached into the light. He cupped your face, bringing it to the edge of the darkness where he kissed you openly with his mouth lapping against you, his shaking breath betrayed how heart-stopping it was to see your naked form.

“Your body is divine, do you understand?” He said amid your kiss that only made your skin chilled colder while being unclothed and you nodded to him, wanting now more than ever to be taken and bedded as his bride once and for all.

Softly, you told him during the break of your passion where you shared tender breath,

“Baldwin, please- I'm ready…”

He groaned from within his throat while cradling back of your head where your hair spilled between his gloved fingers,

“My dear-” He said hoarsely from the pleasure already brought by seeing you,

“Your virginity… is so important to me. You are pure and untouched like that of fallen snow. I will only claim you when I know that I cannot resist it any longer.”

You whined in his arms, clutching to him like only he had the air that could suffice your gasping lungs and his hand finally lowered upon you. He kissed you deeper as his palm cupped your breast, kneading and petting against the risen bud of your nipple.

“But I feel your hunger. I know that our time spent together in the dark this way leaves you so…sweetly athirst.”

You then felt his hand travel lower than you'd ever expected when his gloved fingers brushed across the sensitive, virgin skin of your sex. Your jaw fell slack, making him swallow a moan of his own to watch your first face of carnal, bodily pleasure. He gently opened your legs wider, making you look down to watch what he had planned for you but he continued with words whispered in your ears,

“I'll sate thee….with small pleasures in the nighttime to help…tame your yearning, my angel. When our time arrives to become one…I want you to know how to wait and how to savor each moment. I'll teach your body its patience just like this.”

You watched as gently he used two fingers to begin brushing your swollen clitoris in a small explorative circle. Your back arched but he quickly pulled your mouth to his where he kissed you with abandon. Your tongue swathed from your mouth so blindly from instinct to entice him and he repaid your eagerness in kind, flitting his own across your lips the same as your breathing hollowed.

You took a heavy breath, feeling as your kiss became broken, and he watched you tilt your head back to softly moan from his fingers rubbing so deliciously across you. You felt his breath trailing down your skin - warming you to comfort but chilling you in excitement.

Your hips bucked against his hand as you felt the sensations of his touch growing, and he said against your ear upon hearing the wetness of your arousal now becoming so erotically audible during the movements of his fingers,

“My beloved, you must learn to quell your body's wants. I want our time together in passion to be cherished. Breathe deeply and tell me your desires.”

You obeyed, feeling his kind nature slowly turning to such a sweet state of loving dominance, and you wetted your mouth, almost parched from the heavy breathing,

“I want you, my king.” You managed to say through such a strangled gasp.

One of your hands that had clutched his sheets rose with a brave impulse that began to search him. He welcomed this idea until he realized in the dark where exactly you'd planned to touch him. He grunted but then said in your ear before your perusing fingers found his waist.

“Remove your hand, Princess.”

You did as he asked, then looked at him with eyes that so sweetly begged to share this experience that was already berating your chest in feeling by the unrelenting rhythm of your heart. You returned your hand to the bed so reluctant and slow and then heard his whispered reprimand,

“You will not touch me until I've asked you to. And the only title I hold while your body calls for me in the dark is: your husband .”

He slowed his careful movements across your clit, softening the sweet pressure enough to hear your mouth whine for more. His mouth buried itself to your neck where he kissed your tender skin as he teased your building orgasm more with his pace slowing further and further to edge you nearer.

You felt his tongue grazing right above your collar, making your hips buck again to his small shows of desire when you were washed in intimacy and you heard as his voice rumbled in a low whisper against you,

“Ask for it, Princess. Beg for your pleasure. Beg and you'll always receive.”

Your back arched in response, feeling as though you'd never be the same after falling apart under merely his fingertips this way - something that only warned you of just how much was to come. You didn't want to be loud, not wanting the entire city to hear you reach this peak, but you couldn't swallow the sounds of your delight anymore.

“Please- please, Baldwin, let me…let me finish please-...!”

He hummed in satisfaction, watching from the dark as your lip became bitten only before your mouth fell open in a gasp when his fingers began pleasing your clitoris that ached in soft pulses beneath his touch. Softly, he strummed the needing bud where gently he pressed to apply the sublime tension to bring you to your shaking end.

His breath chuffed, feeling your hips lock when your moment drew closer and when your muscles relaxed in a drop all at once- your mouth crying his name and your eyes shutting tightly- he gripped your hair in a fist to pull you into his mouth. He kissed you more needfully than ever as your orgasm thrummed against his fingertips, and he stifled a moan of his own enjoyment to feel how strongly it rocked you in his arms.

You were spent in the seconds following your release. Now, you felt convinced that you were seeing the world in new bright colors after a bodily high brought so decadent by his hand. You felt his fingers still gently grazing you, feeling your gentle pulses of afterglow that throbbed your sex and he pulled away, brushing the hair from your brow he could see your expression wearied from sensation.

“You are a vision that God himself couldn't paint, my dear. Especially whilst being pleased.” He said, still hidden in the dark, making your hand reach up to lovingly cup his face until you were stopped.

He brought your palm back down to the bed, you wanted to know why you couldn't touch him after a feeling so strongly given that you felt so compelled to show thanks for and he said softly with his own breath ragged,

“One can often see with their hands. I…don't think..you should gather an image of the strife upon my face-”

“I don't care-” you said as to not interrupt him but you couldn't bear to hear him deny you anymore.

He slowly allowed your hand to rise again, where you gently felt that his cheek was bandaged. Its cloth coverings must have been protecting his skin, and your thumb brushed on to feel for his mouth. His breath was staggered, but he watched you render your first mental image of what he looked like as your thumb found the first scar of his deformity across his mouth.

You always felt its roughness during a kiss, but you touched it now in silence with your eyes searching. It drew a long, jagged line that marked his lips, then below his chin. You could tell by his shallowed breathing that the more your fingers dragged and lined across him…he was feeling defeated. Which felt painful for you to even assume after such a gift given to your body.

As to not let him object, you moved with gentle quickness in the bed where you were devotedly careful not to apply unneeded weight to him as you straddled his lap.

“Princess-” He said breathlessly as he began to stop you but you assured him with a touch that you were done moving.

You craned your body low, letting his hands become full with your curves in a small, wifely way of giving gratitude and you said in the thick dark, even as you couldn't see him,

“I'll wait….for as long as you decide. I'll want you no less if my waiting takes long or if it ends tonight.” You said, already feeling your heart changed from your first moment of intimacy shared together.

Your words held double meaning, which he found to be so cleverly intentional as he lied beneath you for the first time, and he agreed to your sentiment by pulling your mouth close to another confirming kiss. His hands moved across your body, making your heart swell once again, but your fires were long doused knowing that you'd received your fill tonight.

He softly spoke against your mouth as the darkness enclosed you, telling you of your last instruction of the night,

“Stay with me until morning. Only return before first light.”

“I will.” You said, only wanting more of his touch as you lied against him, the air growing quiet as he held you to his body below the soft linens of his bed while your lips met again. 》

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Hi, it's me. I don't usually ask questions or make requests. I'm strangely embarrassed. I came here to share ideas with you. I was remembering the episodes of KOH where Baldwin appeared as a young man (13 years old, if I'm not mistaken), and I couldn't help but notice his strength and character. He was formidable. So, obviously, I couldn't help but think, taking your fanfic into account, what he would be like if he were engaged when he was young.

*They're just light and innocent headcanons. Don't get me wrong, haha.*

This is so sweet. Baldwin engaged young would be almost a polar opposite of what I imagine him as a man. (Sorry if this took me longer than you would've liked :/ )

The age I imagine for this would probably be 13-15 (for the time period accuracy, he probably would've been betrothed around these years)

-Baldwin would've been incredibly bashful. Shy enough to stay in SILENCE around you if you were together. I think in his older years, he grew away from being timid but remained reserved.

-During these years, he would've been very self-conscious of the condition of his body and face, maybe utilizing more silks and scarves to try and conceal his face before ultimately settling on the silver mask. So, any comment you made of his appearance, even compliments, would make him incredibly self-conscious.

-I think teenage Baldwin wouldn't be quite eloquent yet in his speech. I think he would absolutely stutter if you spoke to him and be of very few words especially in your prescence as his young betrothed.

-To make up for his lack of thoughtful speech, I think he would write you letters with his feelings and thoughts that you'd receive in the most secretive ways. He'd leave it under your skirts if you sat beside him or place it in your palm if you tried to hold his hand.

-Baldwin would be incredibly jealous as a young man. Any boy that would try to maybe impress you would turn his face hot. He'd think of ways to embarrass other boys in front of you because the one thing he did know is that you were promised to him and no one else.

-His favorite activity with you would be playing board games such as Tables or Chess. He would want to impress you with his keen strategy since he found games easy to win. Although he'd let you have the win sometimes just to see you smile on the other side of the board. (he secretly prefers games because it makes for simpler, less pressuring conversation since you make him so nervous 🖤

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Hii, first of all thanks for the best King Baldwin fanfic. I am deeply in love with it 🩵💚

I am here to ask: how would Baldwin react if his wife got mad at him for some reason and refused to spend time with him or wouldn't talk to him? I like to think that the reader is close enough to him to dare to do that.

Headcanon: If Baldwin believes you to be upset with him, he does want to give you space but he knows the only consolation you'll receive is by him finding you to explain his intentions. He becomes very blunt but remains gentle when trying to rectify anything unsavory between you. He'll find quiet ways to entice you back into talking to him and he knows your buttons to push where you can't deny him.

And I WILL include a small snippet for evidential purposes! 😉🥹

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《 After you gave no look in his direction when you entered his day study that night, per your usual to help gather his finished scribings and signatures, he knew that you were still upset from this morning. He bit his tongue from telling you to turn around and face him, but he knew to quiet his own feelings when approaching this more carefully. He didn't have to be here in the room at this present moment, but it was the only way to strategize himself in front of you without telling you to speak to him.

That morning, during a meeting of petitions between commoner lords and other noblemen of the Holy Land, he interrupted you during your address to resolve a matter brought to your attention. He knew that it had annoyed you - just by the look you'd given him in the moment as he took the address into his own hands. But he had his reasons for taking you from your platform, and he wanted you to understand.

When you passed by him in silence, he took hold of one of your thin night silks as it met his outstretched hand to gently keep you from straying further away from his seat. You felt the soft tug that halted you so sweetly in place, and for the first time in hours- you looked down to him. He hated when your gaze held that look of indifference, or maybe that was your own show of true anger - indifference, and he said firmly,

“I don't prefer you to keep your gaze from me. Speak your mind-”

You couldn't hold back any longer. Your hand gently shook at your side when you began aiming your frustrations directly at the source.

“Now you grace me to speak my mind? Where was this great courtesy this morning?” You argued with your voice matching his own in the heated whispers that rattled the air between you now. You hated to spar your words with him. Firstly, it was a challenge you could never win. Secondly, it felt disparaging to how much you loved him to even question his actions.

“So, this is about this morning. You've spent an entire day in silence over a miniscule quibble-”

“You spoke over me, Baldwin. You treat my partaking in petitions, in council- like they are ramblings of a child that should quickly be silenced so the adults may converse. Yet my indignance confounds you?”

He looked away in silence when he chose his next words, carefully threading and stitching them into his prepared apology that he knew would be the only right way to amend this wrong brought by his own need for total control of the throne. He brought his eyes back to you, turning his chin upwards to coax you closer while he spoke,

“Have you any need for me to explain myself? Or is resolution too soon for your anger? Everything I do, say, pray and wish holds a very fine purpose. And if you can believe it, I have no wish to overstep your rulings. Nor have I ever- if you can recall.”

You felt quieted already by his firm intention of explaining his reasoning although…you wished deeply that he would've done that earlier before you did, in fact, spend the whole day in scoffing silence. He leaned forward in his seat, and when he reached for your hands, you assumed he wanted to hold them as he lovingly spoke, but it was far more.

Gently, you became pulled into his lap, your legs straddling his waist even from under your night gown, which made you blush warmly with a turned chin to hide it. That is until he pulled your gaze back to him with a bent knuckle. You often worried someone would barge in to see the both of you like this, but somehow, you always got away with the act.

“You must…forgive me for speaking over you. I wish that I hadn't- but…do you understand that there are people before our throne that see you as lesser merely for the fact of you being a woman?”

“Of course I do, Baldwin-” you said exasperatedly but still tender to his softer demeanor now that the arguing had slowed.

“Then you must understand that there is a way that those same noblemen speak to you in respect to your sex, in respect to your power, and in respect to our marriage -..”

He asked if you disagreed that before he interrupted you that the petitions from that particular Lord had turned somewhat sour in motives and you….couldn't disagree. Yes, it was becoming scrupulous for you in finding fairness during that moment of petition but you thought that you could handle the dispute.

“I cannot become the Queen you deserve if I cannot handle moments of contest on my own-”

“Why would I ever stand by and allow you to face it alone, angel?” He said with every word bringing his hands closer to your face where he sweetly brought your forehead to his own. Your silence now felt much lighter, more heartfelt than the one you'd given him that day and it was freeing. When he spoke again, his hands remained at your delicate jaw to keep your attention.

“You're the queen of the Holy Land. It is my sacred and cherished duty to uphold myself and others in the highest respect in your presence. Yet, I know that sometimes answering that duty will paint me ill-mannered. I am sorry.”

Your eyes softened further to hear him apologize so vastly for what you knew to be a small grievance. Arguing and disagreeing wasn't like either of you, but any dissonance at all between you was unlike your relationship entirely, which was reason enough for such a thorough reset such as this.

You kissed the temple of his mask, which he thanked with a soft hand tangled through your hair. You smiled, still perched upon his lap in an embrace, and you whispered softly, trying not to laugh too soon after making up,

“I'm the luckiest thing in the world to hear the king of Jersualem grovel for my affections, you know?”

“I shan't grovel for anything less.” He said, returning the muted snicker in his voice as he continued to hold you close. 》

I hope this wasn't overkill, but if it was, i hope it was overkill you enjoyed!!! 🖤

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¤ Sweet, Silver Affliction ¤ (Pt.6)

~ King Baldwin IV × f!Reader Arranged Marriage AU

{ Send me Baldwin Gifs, I'm running out, y'all :/ . Also, this one is a little long, but are yall ready for the next part....which is already over halfway written 😉}

Keep sending me asks! I love doing Baldwin Headcanons! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

《 The three girls you traveled alongside to the bazaar held you closely with their henna stained hands pulling at you to keep you near.

Risha, Hana, Yasmeen, all of them talked and laughed so differently but they all moved with a sinless grace that felt so far ahead of your own. Baldwin was right, you did feel comfortable around them but you were also green with envy. They walked and giggled in ways that you found yourself growing wishful of. Maybe you were raised too demure or too shy in Hadjari being born as royalty. Even the way they picked up their skirts from the unswept street side made you wince in jealousy. How did they do everything so beautifully?

They brought you inside a textile shop on the side of town lessened from Arabian styles and focused more heavily on Christian influence that was so prominent in this district. But you weren't brought directly inside, making you ask Yasmeen who kept you company at the shop door why you were being secluded. She then told you in Tuunda’anian,

“His Grace doesn't want you in the presence of a man.”

You blushed deeply upon hearing this, making her chuckle to see your reddened face that clearly understood the gravity of his request. Suddenly all of them ushered you inside the shop that was now emptied for your use and they all dispersed from around you to begin finding linens for dresses more tailored in Hebrew patterns and hues that spoke of Israeli influence.

It bored you that the colors were so dull in grays, beiges and whites. They were unlike anything you were used to wearing but you browsed with Baldwin in mind as you held the fabrics to your body, trying to envision them sewn across you more modestly since you were married. When you saw in the looking glass that they were all standing around you with an awaiting glance, you turned quickly.

Their expressions spoke of anticipation and you asked them in your tongue the meaning of their stares.

“Tell us of the king!” Risha demanded in a smile, piling herself down onto the large patterned ottoman cushion fashioned near the window as the others knelt to the carpet with their legs crossed under their gowns to listen in with troublemaking grins.

You became bashful again, letting your hands twill the shop fabric between your fingers as you thought of what to say and one of them blurted out when you appeared unsure of where to start.

“Have you seen his face?”

You shook your head, telling them softly that the king wished for you to wait for that and they all looked to each other in surprise that even the king's new bride had not seen what lies under his mask.

“Not even to….share your wedding night?”

“Risha- do not embarrass her-!”

“We all want to know!”

You did become slightly embarrassed, and you turned, wanting to put away your linens before sitting with them like they all wanted, taking time away from the castle to discuss the king more discreetly. They watched as you sighed, and Hana spoke up with mention of the obvious from this morning,

“You awoke in your bed this morning, not in the king's bed. So- there was….no wedding night?”

You appreciated their careful verbiage when approaching the topic of bedding the king, but you felt meek again. After a breath, you answered truthfully to tell them that Baldwin had yet to consummate with you, making them all gasp before they made their own conclusions. Perhaps he's too sick, or maybe he wanted to decree your marriage to the court first. Something which you had yet to do. But you could only shrug from their reasons that all made sense.

“I hear that the king has never bedded.” Yasmeen mentioned with a mischievous smile, realizing how much trouble she could've been in for saying that too close to the citadel, and the room erupted in laughter as your eyes widened.

“Where did you hear that?” Risha demanded from her side of the huddle upon the floor.

“I just heard that….the king has never shown interest in….a woman before. He was a boy when he got sick after all! Much too young for love and marriage. I believe it to be true..if he did not take the princess to bed.”

Your virgin heart began drumming its booming war rhythm when you imagined the king having something so secretive in common with you. You understood that the king had always been unmarried, and it would be a great sacrilege for him to have shared intimacy beforehand- but not even once?

The remainder of the voices during the rest of your outing became a ringing in your ear. Even as your lips smiled and your head nodded. You could only keep thinking of what your first consummation would be like and the imaginings weighed upon you even later into the night.

Long after moonrise, you were in the king's chambers as he asked of you with Sir Isaac outside in the corridor to guard you. You had laid the linens bought from the bazaar across one of his desk chairs for him to approve upon his return but you found yourself becoming bored during the wait for his arrival and you wandered to keep your mind busy.

You began towards his far wall of what appeared to be collected treasures from his younger years where perhaps his body wasn't so tortured by ailments. Arranged in a strategy you had yet to learn were coins collected from afar, rested upon a cloth feathered in tassels inscribed with the Lord's prayer in Latin. Then, candles already burnt down to their bases, the wax overcoming the wick. You then found his cherished Book of Hours used in his own prayers at the center of the personal altar, which you found yourself forbidding your own hands to even touch.

On the wall behind this, as you ventured closer, you saw a great sword with jewels adorned on the hilt that glittered even in the low light. Its scabbard was displayed just above it, and while looking over your shoulder, you slowly got closer, where you did allow your hand to touch. The blade was smooth, and after one feeling swipe of your thumb, you cupped your fingers under to take hold of the grip in your palm.

Before you could stop yourself, you took the prized great sword away from its display rack to hold its heavy weight in your hands. It was more than steel than you felt upon you. Somehow, you felt that there was a story in your hands now. Was this from his youth? Perhaps his father's? Or maybe one made for Baldwin, especially upon his coronation as a boy?

You couldn't know for sure but you felt your spine shiver to turn and realize you weren't alone anymore.

The king watched you hold the heavy, cumbersome sword that was almost the length of your waist to your feet in your teenage hands that shook from its surprising weight.

His eyes only watched you at first and you stuttered, moving to return the blade back to its display until the king moved closer with a mention that relieved you after wondering if his silence spoke of annoyance to the sight of you pilfering through his belongings.

“I forget that you can't tell when I'm smiling.”

You then smiled instead, switching the grip of the great sword from one hand to the other, feeling the hard, scratchy texture of the leather bound surface digging into your skin,

“I don't mean to rummage your things, My Lord.”

“My things are in fact your things now, Princess.” He said as he came to your side, looking down at the very clear indication that you'd never taken sword before and he flicked his fingers for you to return the weapon, maybe telling you without words that you were bound to hurt yourself but slowly you became surprised.

Baldwin turned the blade upwards in a slow yet sudden swing that made you marvel at his strength while being so ill. The sheen of his candles became caught in the steel as he held the sword upwards with less than a tremble. As if once when he possessed the skill to ride to war- it'd never left.

He turned the hilt to present a very fine inscription upon the steel, one that read of a small verse from the book of Ezekiel that spoke of righteous vengeance and fury brought upon the Earth in the name of the Lord and then spoke to explain its origin,

“Saladin, before I'd taken victory in Montisguard, thought he would spite me by taking the blade of one of my wounded knights and threaten me with death by my own Israeli steel. He told me it would be a great favor, as my leprosy had already begun to kill me slowly. He tried to pierce the blade through my stomach there in the center of what felt to be Hell- but there was one thing about my leprosy he didn't know.”

Baldwin braced his hand against you to keep you at a safe distance as you understood it once he moved the blade in a toss to miraculously grasp it by its sharp end. His bandaged hand didn't shudder nor fear the pointed edge once he wrapped his palm around it and he turned his eyes to you to explain how the encounter with Saladin ended,

“I have no feeling in my left hand. From consequential nerve damage. So, I made sure to honor my fallen knight in retrieving his sword that day. One way or another.”

He again turned the blade around while watching your face turn in admiration. Or perhaps shock. Knowing his humbleness, he wasn't telling the tale in order to receive either reaction and you knew that when his gloved hand flicked for your own.

“Here-” he said muffledly with his other hand straightening your wrist in preparation,

“I'm no swordsman either. I never was- but every Queen should know how to hold a greatsword without trembling.”

He instructed you to entrust the weight to your entire arm, instead of merely your wrist and slowly you watched the pointed blade in your untrained grip begin to steady and slow away from the nervous tremor of your hand. Once the steel had leveled, you saw your reflection in the cool, smooth iron across the Latin inscription and Baldwin softly praised, knowing that you would master it quickly.

“Beautiful.”

Once he returned that piece of his marveled past to its display, you watched him yet again with those eyes he spoke of that saw him as the sole owner of the ground you walked on. He heard in the silence behind him but also as he turned to find you still somewhat awestruck.

As he drew nearer, you felt that perhaps the silence between you here in the soft candlelight of his altar was speaking louder than words being shared. Your hands laid upon his arms in a careful touch as his covered hands met your waist with the gentleness that any amount of yearning or pursuit couldn't have done better.

You wanted his kiss, his touch that you'd craved all day and even the night before that felt like a million hours ago now from your heavy heart changed by his affection. His mask leaned to your head where you felt him press the cold mouth upon you in a kiss that chilled your skin. After your mouth opened in a long drag for air, your eyes fluttered when your gazes met again and he shuddered to see you look down to his mouth with a stare half lidded and wanton.

But your hands rose, trailing over his shoulders where your fingertips met the edges of his silver disguise. You knew this move was nothing short of bold but even if he only allowed you to move it the same as the night previous, you could be satisfied.

But he took your hands in a careful grasp to keep you from touching his face anymore. He knew from the familiar warmth between you that you were only wanting to kiss him as you'd done the night before. Instead, he cupped both your hands in his own, taking them down away from his mask and said with a deepness that rumbled from his throat alluringly,

“If we are to do such a thing. We shall do it my way.” 》

Chapter 7 is almost ready!! 😉🖤

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