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bakerstreet2022-07-17 12:49 pm
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Claim what's yours
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Have you ever wanted to make sure everyone knew what was yours, so they'd keep their hands off? Well, if you haven't before, you're feeling that now, and those emotions are not towards a possession. They're towards a person you want to claim, no matter if your personality is territorial or not. Or maybe you're the one wanting to be claimed. Either way, this will end in sex that's either public, running a high risk of discovery and publicity, or that leaves marks There are as many reasons why this desire has cropped up as the imagination allows: frustration, sexual tension, disbelief of others that you're a couple, anger at others trying to steal what's yours, punishment or to remind someone they're yours, a personality-altering gas, hormones, heat, a mutual kink, for fun, for showing the world how much you love them, or even in order to save them and show some despots that this person is taken because better you than anyone else. How serious the "claiming" instinct also depends on entirely upon what you really want. Remember, wanting something to be your own isn't bad. how to play
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as much or as little of the au as u want......... owo
They've been sitting in on meetings and meetings and more meetings. Peace in Fódlan was a grand and beautiful thing but it comes at a cost. Dimitri is far more suited to the exhilaration of battle, the threat of danger, and the promise of death. Nowadays he's confined to a desk, paperwork, and lending an ear to the troubles of his people. He is king and he is happy to do so, like his father before him, but it is still hard to get used to.
The voices of the dead still warble in his ears on occasion, particularly when he is overwhelmed by people in their meetings talking louder and louder and louder. Listening to Ferdinand and Lorenz fire back and forth at one another is entertaining for only so long. Sylvain and Ingrid, sometimes Felix, argue for him with Dimitri giving his opinions on matters here and there but it always causes the ache to creep back into the space behind his missing eye.
Listening to her speak is sometimes his only solace. Edelgard is the only one who can get Dimitri standing, shouting, slamming his fists as they argue back and forth. She brings a vigor to him that he can’t contain and makes the noise in his mind go away as long as they go at it. Something about it is more like the battlefield and less like the droning of endless summits they attend now that they have laid down their arms.
It riles him up too badly to be contained some days. More than once he has broken a table down the middle or destroyed chairs. He has ripped doors off their hinges in his rage, storming away before a conclusion is even reached.
Today wasn’t one of those, he’d sat and listened and participated just as he was meant to. He is more ready than ever to leave when they adjourn, lifting himself up and leaving the chambers where their former teacher and new archbishop stays behind to handle any comment or concern left over.
But he can’t stop himself as they exit the hall. He doesn’t even think about how disruptive it is for Edelgard when he pulls one arm around her and pulls her up and off her feet, leaving her little red heels dangling. It’s like she doesn’t weigh a thing.
His wife is just so very small, everything about her drives him mad— in a wonderful way, not the usual way.]
I want away from this place.
[He tells her, ignoring the looks of others that file past his wide frame just outside the doorway. He cups under her ass effortlessly with one big hand and squeezes greedily.]
You can have cakes and things with the women later. Take lunch with me, El.
[It's a request to her but also something of a gentle order as Dedue walks past and away, off to get a meal ready for the both of them. Dimitri would rather he not take such things so seriously but he can't stop him what makes him happy. He looks at her in his arms and leans to claim her mouth with a kiss.]
YES BITCH
Dimitri, put me down this instant!
( A red hot blush covers her cheeks, violet eyes peer over her shoulder to see Dorothea snickering in that teasing way of hers. Edelgard could already tell she’ll be picked on later for her husband’s rash actions. Even after all this time,the emperor struggled with public affection. A year's time has passed and yet she still hasn’t gotten used to Dimitri’s forwardness.
The squeeze on her backside makes the skin shiver. Her bright red heels wiggle as she’s suspended in the air. )
I—! I will have lunch with you, please… You’re embarrassing me!
( Those pale cheeks continue to flush a deeper and darker shade of pink as his hand starts actively pinching. The arm she has over his collarbone starts to quiver as more people begin to stare. Sir Fraldarius has a look that could kill and she swears he’s jealous. Ugh, and then there is Claude’s cheeky grin… Not to mention Hubert drilling his own hole into Dimitri.
Why does he have to be such an animal? )
we always find a way 🥴😏😏🥴🥴
What’s there to be embarrassed of?
[He says this with her fingers still in his mouth. Dimitri can see her little feet kick from under the bell of her skirt but he doesn’t let go. It’s something of a bad habit of his, to be possessive around the men (and women!) in Edelgard’s cabinet. He doesn’t pay mind to Dorothea’s giggles or Ferdinand’s oh, my! The daggers Hubert is aiming at his back are easy to ignore these days.]
I’m taking you to lunch.
[Without another word about it he starts down the hallway, but mostly to conceal the movement of his hand from those around them and at his back. He squeezes the cheek of her ass tighter before pushing his hand further between her legs over her skirt, rubbing the tips of his fingers through the fabric. It’s annoying how many layers women wear, but he’s sure he can feel around for the little hole tucked between her cheeks.]
for our ship? always
The feeling was so invasive. It makes Edelgard remove her hold on his collarbone and grab the back of his scalp. Nothing too rough but not exactly gentle are her movements as she removers her fingers from his mouth. The now free hand cups his jaw keeping his view fixated on her. )
I haven’t the single idea what is going through your head right now but our friends can see us.
( She’s pretty sure she knows exactly what he’s thinking about but refuses to say it. Dimitri loves showing off in front of other men. Surely some Faerghan nonsense he’s grown up believing, disrespecting her as if it’s his divine right.
The faintest little squeak leaves her throat as his fingers barey themselves deep enough, rubbing her tight little hole through her dress and underwear. He complains about all the layers yet Edelgard thinks she could use a few more in his presence. If she wasn’t used to his pawing she might have slapped him. )
🤤🤤
[The feeling of her pulling back on his hair is... nice. He likes it, it only serves to rile him up more. When he's turned a corner of the hallway it becomes quite clear what Dimitri actually means by 'having lunch'. The others would use a more convenient path to get to where they needed to go, this was a side hall used seldomly by those who weren't servants of the house.
He gets halfways to where there's a tall window with a seat inlaid into the stone wall and puts one knee up on it, settling her down against his wide thigh. Dimitri loves having her weight against him, he didn’t want her to get away. His other hand reaches down to push under the hem of her dress, his fingers still rubbing against her through her clothes with fervor. He tries to kiss her again.]
El… This was all I could think of, watching you in there.
[Not the most diplomatic thing to say, but in the here and now he’s talking to his wife, not the Emperor of Adrestia.
His hand slides over the nylon hosiery wrapping her thighs and squeezes greedily.]
Your mouth gets so red when you argue with that man, [Could he mean Claude? Ferdinand? Any of them, perhaps.]
I wanted to ravage you.
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Her teeth pull on his bottom lip when he pulls away to speak, body still quivering at the feeling of his fingers exploring whatever crease they please. )
So you like it when I argue with other men, is that it?
( Another kiss, this one is placed over the corner of his lips. One, two, three soft kisses are placed. His lips are smooth from the beeswax she gave him, happy to feel they remain unchapped. The insides of her mouth are hot with a building heat. )
Just not with you, right? It’s fine to embarrass me, but never you. I should be your good little woman at the meeting. Show off to all your friends just how tight you have my leash?
( She scoffs, as if she would ever be his “good woman”. If anyone was the dog in their relationship it was the one fingering her backside. )
Maybe tomorrow I might just have to make an example out of you.
( Edelgard touches her forehead to his, violet eyes glaring down into his one remaining blue. Of course he picks a window ledge over the privacy of an empty room. What was she ever going to do with her big, blonde puppy dog? )
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She's so warm, it makes his cock strain against the front of his trousers. Dimitri chases her kisses, fingers closer than ever now to her little asshole. He pushes and rubs it through the fabric as the ball of his hand grinds against her clit at the front.]
And how will you make an example of me, El?
[He doesn't deny her words like he might have long ago. Dimitri might not agree with what she says but he understands the sort of... ingrained attitude he struggles with. Her calling him out can only help him in the long run, especially when she's right. He loves to lift her up and touch and paw at her in front of others, show everyone who his beautiful wife belonged to.
The king kisses her jaw then her neck, leaving bites all down the length of her pale throat. He grabs the edge of her collar with his teeth and pulls it back away from her skin, wanting more space to devour her.]
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The hand behind his head squeezes and yanks each time her body reacts, tempted to melt into his arms as they begin their dance. She can feel his stiffening cock press against her thigh, begging for her warm friction. )
I’ll simply have to use you back. Perhaps sit in your lap, give you pinches when your hands start to wonder. Make you behave yourself… or, considering how little you continuite to our conversations, you might be better suited for under the table.
( She would never admit to liking how horribly forward he is. Edelgard didn’t have to, her body did all the talking. Having someone adore every inch of her was healing in its own way, like a lesson in learning to love herself. She adores how Dimitri couldn’t keep his hands off her, like a hungry toddler pulling her top down. He’s thirsty, as is she… Enjoying the way his big hands would grab at her hips and pat her ass even in front of their friends, towering behind her with his eye on the back of her neck.
Such a— He is such a beast. It makes her feel so terribly unwise. She presses her knee against the front of his trousers. )
What do you think, Dee?