D.Gray-man Kinkmeme ficlets.
Title: Sleeps in the Gutter.
Warnings: VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD.
Characters/couples: Tyki/Original Character.
Summary: You've never had a costumer like this. The first thing you think is that you wouldn't have to work for a fucking week, if the gentleman picked you.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Sleeps in the Gutter.
You've never had a costumer like this. He must be royalty or something, with his pearly-white gloves, his clothes, his top hat: the first thing you think is that you wouldn't have to work for a fucking week, if the gentleman picked you. Also, that it wouldn't be like work, getting fucked by someone as handsome as that, someone who must be kind.
You're still surprised that he picks you, though, and so proud. The girls will be insufferable when you get back to them but you don't care at the moment, feeling like a lady would as you take his arm, as he helps you up the carriage. He even asks if you mind it if he smokes.
But he stays quiet then, looking outside, looking so good and so handsome that you can't resist. You kneel in front of him, splaying your gloved hands up his thighs. All the things that you don't care for, you'd like to do them with him.
"What can I do for you, handsome?" You ask. You lick your lips as sensual as you know how, trying to look coy, trying to look sweet. You don't know what he wants you want him to find it in you. "Can I taste your cock? I'll make it sooo good for you, love."
He smiles. "What else can you offer me?"
So you smile as you press forward, making sure he sees the way your breasts curve with the aid of the corset.
"You can fuck me. Even in the arse, no extra charge. I'll ride your cock if you want to. I'll take it anyway you want me to."
He smiles a little, eyes like fucking gold and that beauty mark... you can't risk he gets bored.
"You want to be inside me?" You ask. You feel wet and ready, so ready, and you think that if you could, you'd fuck him without any money involved.
And then he smiles like molasses, sweet and kind, brushing his thumb against your cheek, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
"You'd let me, sweetheart?" He asks, brushes a kiss against your lips and you forget that you never kiss, not like this, because you want. "You'd let me be inside you?"
"Yes," you moan, ready to stand up to get off your skirt, your bloomers, the corset.
But then the sweet smile changes and his hand is tight around your throat and no-- inside your throat and you can't scream. His eyes are still golden but they burn and you can feel his body inside yours but really inside: he's somewhere between your ribs and outside and you can't scream because his fingers are still upon your throat, and you try to push him but you go through his body as if it didn't exist, as if it was a ghost.
You want to pray but you can't remember how the words go, and you think you're crying. The only thing you can seem to mutter deep inside your brain - the only place he doesn't seem to be - is ohgod, ohgod, you don't want to die, you don't want to die...
He's inside so inside and you can't scream because his fingers are inside your throat, and his other hand is deep in your womb, so deep, and you can't scream when he tears it out of your body, can't scream when his hand keeps on taking pieces of you one after each one after each after--
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Title: Little Give Aways.
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR RECENT MANGA CHAPTERS.
Characters/couples: Sheryl/Tyki.
Summary: The body moving behind him is warm and immediately too close.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Little Give Aways
The body moving behind him is warm and immediately too close. Tyki takes a deep, long drag of his cigarette as an arm wraps around his waist, as warm lips kiss the nape of his neck.
"You shouldn't smoke so much, little brother," Sheryl says against his neck. He smiles and Tyki can feel he's hard, can feel his cock pressing against his ass through both their trousers. "It's bad for your health."
The meeting must have been well, Tyki supposes. Few things make Sheryl as happy as when he has caused another war to start, unless it has to do with Road getting new dresses.
Instead of answering, he takes another long, deep drag, the smoke curling inside his throat warm and spicy before he turns to look towards him, blowing the smoke on his face. For all that he complains about it, Sheryl doesn't seem to care.
"Brother," Tyki answers instead before he rocks just enough against Sheryl to feel the way he shivers, to catch the way his smile sharpens before he pushes him once more against the rail of the balcony. Tyki lets the cigarette butt fall down so that he can hold himself against it as Sheryl works open both their trousers, giving a low, deep groan as he feels two of Sheryl's slick fingers against his hole, pushing deep, the way Tyki likes it. "Needy much, big brother?"
"You are too gorgeous to resist, little brother," Sheryl says, thrusting his fingers inside his body. Soon, Tyki is pushing back, rocking his hips, fucking himself on his brother's fingers, vaguely wondering just how deep he could let Sheryl get if he wanted, knowing that this foreplay is Sheryl being excited and happy. It doesn't last long, anyway, before Sheryl is withdrawing his fingers, then pressing his cock against his hole and they both groan as he thrusts inside him.
"Really, now," Tyki murmurs, smiling. Sheryl's hand curl tight over his hips, just this side of pain that Tyki loves and he groans as Sheryl starts fucking him with deep, short thrusts. His body is warm and familiar and this is the kind of pain that he enjoys, when there's also a spike of pleasure that seems to roll down and over him completely, a spike of pleasure that he can keep on riding for as long a she wants.
"I am only guilty of loving my family and my precious siblings," Sheryl murmurs against this ear before he bites his earlobe, and Tyki chuckles deep in his throat, then groans as Sheryl fucks him harder, faster, pushing him against the railing even more.
Tyki can feel Sheryl's pleasure, up close against his own, and he knows that the same must be for their siblings, has felt it before, too, with the twins and Lulubell, but now he focuses on the way Sheryl's pleasure feels, bright and dark like some kind of fire, focuses on the way his body is thrumming for this, his cock hard and leaking even though it hasn't been touched, the way his hands are clutching at the stone railing, the way Sheryl's cock moves inside him, hard and fast and that is enough, really, to make himself come.
With anybody else, he'd be done, but he supposes that he is, too, guilty of loving his family, perhaps a little too much.
"Are you going to come inside me, brother Sheryl?" Tyki asks, sated and amused. After a few moments, he manages to push back against Sheryl's thrust, arcs his back to look back a little. "You want to, brother? It's been a while, after all."
Sheryl laughs, low and dark but he speeds up and then he closes his eyes, tight, and Tyki shivers as he feels his come inside him and the pleasure that seems to melt around his own, even as Sheryl leans heavily against him, his breathing moist against the sweat of his neck.
"You are heavy, you know," Tyki says, half pushing him when Sheryl doesn't seem to want to let go. He would kill for a cigarette.
Sheryl huffs at that, and he moves just enough to slip free, but he wraps his arms around him again, moving one hand down over his stomach, caressing softly.
"You'll have to take a bath before dinner, Tyki," Sheryl says, amused. "Shall I wash your hair for you? Oh! I'll go get Road and she'll help!"
"Pass," Tyki says, now finally pushing his brother away, doing his trousers up again as he goes inside. A bath sounds good, but he knows in what state he'd finish if he lets those two get their hands on him like that.
*
Title: Taste of It.
Warnings: Kink: Dark Boots.
Characters/couples: Rabi/Linali.
Summary: Rabi rubs his face against the leather of her boot and Linali swallows, realizes she can feel it almost completely as if Rabi was doing that against her skin.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Taste of It.
Rabi rubs his face against the leather of her boot and Linali swallows, realizes she can feel it almost completely as if Rabi was doing that against her skin. She's never considered her Innocence in a light such like this, but now, with the way Rabi is looking at them and at her...
She can't help but gasp as Rabi presses his lips to it, even more as he licks it, and she can't quite bring herself to end the invocation, not just then, not as Rabi keeps his hold upon her foot, hand around her ankle, kneeling down.
There is a shiny path now over where he licked her boots, and Rabi grins a little, hands rough with calluses but still careful as the move up her knees and to her thighs, moving her legs apart.
She's wet, her underthings clammy and Linali can feel herself blush even as Rabi's hands make her spread her legs, his fingertips touching the sodden garment and then rubbing. Linali swallows and moans out loud, throws her head back, lets one of her hands curl on the nape of Rabi's neck.
"Trust me on this," Rabi says with a quick flash of a grin before he drags her hips closer to the edge of the chair so that he can take her underthings off, then lifting one of her legs over his shoulder before he leans down and Linali almost screams as she feels Rabi's breath right against her folds, and then -- that must be his tongue, tasting her, and she curls her hand tight over his hair, the heel of her boot digging against Rabi's back.
Not that he seems to mind, Linali realizes, for his tongue is still moving against her folds, licking slow and sweet and then focusing on that-- Linali screamed as her climax hit her suddenly, but Rabi didn't stop licking at her, his hands over her thighs almost bruising and her hips kept on moving and Linali came again, almost dizzy with the force of it, half collapsing against Rabi.
That seemed to be fine with him, because Rabi kissed her neck, held her tight against him and just rocked against one of her thighs, panting. That, she can help, and Linali doesn't hesitate to move one of her hands between them, rubbing at Rabi's crotch. She almost giggled as he cursed, but then Rabi was kissing her and she lets go of the humor of the situation for the moment, just focused on the warm, almost giddy feeling that spread through her.
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Title: Can't Help But Answer.
Warnings: Dub-con, tentacles, asphyxiation.
Characters/couples: Lulubell/Miranda.
Summary: Miranda tries not to struggle, knowing it won't help.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Can't Help But Answer.
She can't breath. Miranda tries not to struggle, knowing it won't help. The only way she could fight is if she'd stop invocating, and she won't do that.
The water is cool all over here, and just as she's trying to ignore that in favor of keeping her focus, it slides heavy and hard pressing inside her clothes, over her breasts and she almost gasps.
She can almost hear the Noah's voice 'Don't like that? Don't worry, it'll be fine'; and then the touch keeps on going, gliding smooth over her face and over her breasts, sliding inside her trousers, and her eyes go wide for a moment before she closes them and she blushes, tries to keep her body from answering as the water moves between her legs.
But she can't help but answer to that as it keep on stroking her, cool and soft as if the water was licking her and it's making harder than anything not to draw a deep breath, not to moan, not to lose control of her Innocence.
But she won't, and she can't, so she does her best to stay still, even if she still thinks she can feel the Noah laugh.
*
Title: Indelicate.
Warnings: --
Characters/couples: Crowley/Miranda, past Crowley/Eliade.
Summary: Eliade used to wear things much more risque than this.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Indelicate.
Eliade used to wear things much more risque than this: most of her clothes made Alistair blush, wondering if every woman in the continent wore their legs bare, flimsy clothing hugging their hips and torn stockings upon their legs.
Miranda wears either her uniform or modest dresses with gloves upon her hands (he has seen the scars upon her hands, even though she had waved his concerns away). For some reason, the fact that Miranda's legs have been always covered - even with the way the uniform's leather clings to her - it makes him blush much more as he moves his hand over her calf, the stocking soft under his palm, Miranda's eyes wide and focused on him, barely breathing even as she keeps her skirts up for him as he kneels.
Still, Alistair keeps on touching her legs, eyes locked with hers. He only hears the rush of his blood through his body, his penis hard in his trousers and he gasps when his gloveless fingers stop touching the silk of the stockings, touching the much softer and much more real warmth of Miranda's inner thighs, his knuckles even brushing her underthings.
And then Miranda is kneeling on the floor too - and Alistair can't stop himself from thinking about Eliade just once, thinking that she'd just laugh against his lips, perhaps, never doing more and then he never knew why but now he does and it still hurts - and then Miranda is wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him, straddling his lap and pressing tight against him, rocking against his clothed erection.
Crowley holds her tight and kisses her back, and thinks of no-one else, just on the way Miranda's thighs tighten around his legs.
*
Title: Focus on the Differences.
Warnings: Oral sex.
Characters/couples: Komui/Miranda.
Summary: Miranda won't ever say that she did this, for a short time, when she was younger-
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Miranda won't ever say that she did this, for a short time, when she was younger -- she had no money and she hadn't eaten in days and even if she wasn't pretty she was clean and that was more than what many of the girls could say.
She makes herself stop thinking about that - the one job she quit herself and she never went back, even when it seemed it was her las choice, Miranda had decided that she'd rather die - and instead she lets herself touch Komui's cock, blushing at the soft, surprised gasp that breaks free as she starts stroking him slowly, as Komui tightens his arm around her, as he shivers and mouths at her neck, just above the collar of her shirt.
It was never like this, then. Then it was fast and hurting, dirty men pressing her against the nearest flat surface, holding her head against their cocks and making her swallow until she almost chocked.
Now Komui asks her if it's alright and Miranda would be embarrassed that his touch over her belly is hesitant if she wasn't so touched, if she wasn't turning her face to kiss him, moving her free hand to guide his hand between her legs, over her curls, let him feel how wet she is for this, for him.
There's a moment of fear as his fingertips start moving, a little pain since it's been so long since she even touched herself. But Komui is looking at her face and kissing her, and Miranda knows that he doesn't want to hurt her and for that, Miranda doesn't mind and she keeps on stroking him, holding on tight.
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Title: Rough Hands.
Warnings: --
Characters/couples: Crowley/Miranda.
Summary: Crowley knows the fear of never being touched as well.
Rating: R/NC17
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Though the skin of her hands is rough, the skin of her sides, under the jacket is soft and warm, so warm: so is the skin on the underside of her breasts as Alistair brushes his thumbs gently, afraid of hurting her and afraid of touching her: Miranda's eyes are still wide and they are a little scared, a little surprised.
Alistair knows that fear well, what it is to fear that no-one would ever touch you, that you'd always be a monster for someone else. And yet now Miranda blushes as he touches her, as he kisses her lips once, twice, not daring to do more as he settles between her legs, and the both gasp as he pushes inside her, but Miranda touches his arms and woves her arms around his neck and even if her hands are rough, he wouldn't change that at all.
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Title: Withering Away.
Warnings: Necrofilia.
Characters/couples: Cross/Maria.
Summary: Maria is still lovely. Cross still remembers.
Rating: R.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Withering Away.
She's still lovely, his Innocence and hers and his hold upon her body keeping her from just withering away like a flower.
He misses her voice on these days, as he kisses upon her hand or her lips, or over the hollow of her throat; he misses the way her lips would turn up, the way she'd look at him over her shoulder, the waves of her dark hair moving down her back and over her breasts. He remembers everything, even the warmth of her even though now there is none
Cross is almost afraid to touch her, now, afraid that she'll crumble if he presses a little too hard, afraid that she'll turn into dust upon his embrace
Warnings: VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD.
Characters/couples: Tyki/Original Character.
Summary: You've never had a costumer like this. The first thing you think is that you wouldn't have to work for a fucking week, if the gentleman picked you.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Sleeps in the Gutter.
You've never had a costumer like this. He must be royalty or something, with his pearly-white gloves, his clothes, his top hat: the first thing you think is that you wouldn't have to work for a fucking week, if the gentleman picked you. Also, that it wouldn't be like work, getting fucked by someone as handsome as that, someone who must be kind.
You're still surprised that he picks you, though, and so proud. The girls will be insufferable when you get back to them but you don't care at the moment, feeling like a lady would as you take his arm, as he helps you up the carriage. He even asks if you mind it if he smokes.
But he stays quiet then, looking outside, looking so good and so handsome that you can't resist. You kneel in front of him, splaying your gloved hands up his thighs. All the things that you don't care for, you'd like to do them with him.
"What can I do for you, handsome?" You ask. You lick your lips as sensual as you know how, trying to look coy, trying to look sweet. You don't know what he wants you want him to find it in you. "Can I taste your cock? I'll make it sooo good for you, love."
He smiles. "What else can you offer me?"
So you smile as you press forward, making sure he sees the way your breasts curve with the aid of the corset.
"You can fuck me. Even in the arse, no extra charge. I'll ride your cock if you want to. I'll take it anyway you want me to."
He smiles a little, eyes like fucking gold and that beauty mark... you can't risk he gets bored.
"You want to be inside me?" You ask. You feel wet and ready, so ready, and you think that if you could, you'd fuck him without any money involved.
And then he smiles like molasses, sweet and kind, brushing his thumb against your cheek, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
"You'd let me, sweetheart?" He asks, brushes a kiss against your lips and you forget that you never kiss, not like this, because you want. "You'd let me be inside you?"
"Yes," you moan, ready to stand up to get off your skirt, your bloomers, the corset.
But then the sweet smile changes and his hand is tight around your throat and no-- inside your throat and you can't scream. His eyes are still golden but they burn and you can feel his body inside yours but really inside: he's somewhere between your ribs and outside and you can't scream because his fingers are still upon your throat, and you try to push him but you go through his body as if it didn't exist, as if it was a ghost.
You want to pray but you can't remember how the words go, and you think you're crying. The only thing you can seem to mutter deep inside your brain - the only place he doesn't seem to be - is ohgod, ohgod, you don't want to die, you don't want to die...
He's inside so inside and you can't scream because his fingers are inside your throat, and his other hand is deep in your womb, so deep, and you can't scream when he tears it out of your body, can't scream when his hand keeps on taking pieces of you one after each one after each after--
*
Title: Little Give Aways.
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR RECENT MANGA CHAPTERS.
Characters/couples: Sheryl/Tyki.
Summary: The body moving behind him is warm and immediately too close.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Little Give Aways
The body moving behind him is warm and immediately too close. Tyki takes a deep, long drag of his cigarette as an arm wraps around his waist, as warm lips kiss the nape of his neck.
"You shouldn't smoke so much, little brother," Sheryl says against his neck. He smiles and Tyki can feel he's hard, can feel his cock pressing against his ass through both their trousers. "It's bad for your health."
The meeting must have been well, Tyki supposes. Few things make Sheryl as happy as when he has caused another war to start, unless it has to do with Road getting new dresses.
Instead of answering, he takes another long, deep drag, the smoke curling inside his throat warm and spicy before he turns to look towards him, blowing the smoke on his face. For all that he complains about it, Sheryl doesn't seem to care.
"Brother," Tyki answers instead before he rocks just enough against Sheryl to feel the way he shivers, to catch the way his smile sharpens before he pushes him once more against the rail of the balcony. Tyki lets the cigarette butt fall down so that he can hold himself against it as Sheryl works open both their trousers, giving a low, deep groan as he feels two of Sheryl's slick fingers against his hole, pushing deep, the way Tyki likes it. "Needy much, big brother?"
"You are too gorgeous to resist, little brother," Sheryl says, thrusting his fingers inside his body. Soon, Tyki is pushing back, rocking his hips, fucking himself on his brother's fingers, vaguely wondering just how deep he could let Sheryl get if he wanted, knowing that this foreplay is Sheryl being excited and happy. It doesn't last long, anyway, before Sheryl is withdrawing his fingers, then pressing his cock against his hole and they both groan as he thrusts inside him.
"Really, now," Tyki murmurs, smiling. Sheryl's hand curl tight over his hips, just this side of pain that Tyki loves and he groans as Sheryl starts fucking him with deep, short thrusts. His body is warm and familiar and this is the kind of pain that he enjoys, when there's also a spike of pleasure that seems to roll down and over him completely, a spike of pleasure that he can keep on riding for as long a she wants.
"I am only guilty of loving my family and my precious siblings," Sheryl murmurs against this ear before he bites his earlobe, and Tyki chuckles deep in his throat, then groans as Sheryl fucks him harder, faster, pushing him against the railing even more.
Tyki can feel Sheryl's pleasure, up close against his own, and he knows that the same must be for their siblings, has felt it before, too, with the twins and Lulubell, but now he focuses on the way Sheryl's pleasure feels, bright and dark like some kind of fire, focuses on the way his body is thrumming for this, his cock hard and leaking even though it hasn't been touched, the way his hands are clutching at the stone railing, the way Sheryl's cock moves inside him, hard and fast and that is enough, really, to make himself come.
With anybody else, he'd be done, but he supposes that he is, too, guilty of loving his family, perhaps a little too much.
"Are you going to come inside me, brother Sheryl?" Tyki asks, sated and amused. After a few moments, he manages to push back against Sheryl's thrust, arcs his back to look back a little. "You want to, brother? It's been a while, after all."
Sheryl laughs, low and dark but he speeds up and then he closes his eyes, tight, and Tyki shivers as he feels his come inside him and the pleasure that seems to melt around his own, even as Sheryl leans heavily against him, his breathing moist against the sweat of his neck.
"You are heavy, you know," Tyki says, half pushing him when Sheryl doesn't seem to want to let go. He would kill for a cigarette.
Sheryl huffs at that, and he moves just enough to slip free, but he wraps his arms around him again, moving one hand down over his stomach, caressing softly.
"You'll have to take a bath before dinner, Tyki," Sheryl says, amused. "Shall I wash your hair for you? Oh! I'll go get Road and she'll help!"
"Pass," Tyki says, now finally pushing his brother away, doing his trousers up again as he goes inside. A bath sounds good, but he knows in what state he'd finish if he lets those two get their hands on him like that.
*
Title: Taste of It.
Warnings: Kink: Dark Boots.
Characters/couples: Rabi/Linali.
Summary: Rabi rubs his face against the leather of her boot and Linali swallows, realizes she can feel it almost completely as if Rabi was doing that against her skin.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Taste of It.
Rabi rubs his face against the leather of her boot and Linali swallows, realizes she can feel it almost completely as if Rabi was doing that against her skin. She's never considered her Innocence in a light such like this, but now, with the way Rabi is looking at them and at her...
She can't help but gasp as Rabi presses his lips to it, even more as he licks it, and she can't quite bring herself to end the invocation, not just then, not as Rabi keeps his hold upon her foot, hand around her ankle, kneeling down.
There is a shiny path now over where he licked her boots, and Rabi grins a little, hands rough with calluses but still careful as the move up her knees and to her thighs, moving her legs apart.
She's wet, her underthings clammy and Linali can feel herself blush even as Rabi's hands make her spread her legs, his fingertips touching the sodden garment and then rubbing. Linali swallows and moans out loud, throws her head back, lets one of her hands curl on the nape of Rabi's neck.
"Trust me on this," Rabi says with a quick flash of a grin before he drags her hips closer to the edge of the chair so that he can take her underthings off, then lifting one of her legs over his shoulder before he leans down and Linali almost screams as she feels Rabi's breath right against her folds, and then -- that must be his tongue, tasting her, and she curls her hand tight over his hair, the heel of her boot digging against Rabi's back.
Not that he seems to mind, Linali realizes, for his tongue is still moving against her folds, licking slow and sweet and then focusing on that-- Linali screamed as her climax hit her suddenly, but Rabi didn't stop licking at her, his hands over her thighs almost bruising and her hips kept on moving and Linali came again, almost dizzy with the force of it, half collapsing against Rabi.
That seemed to be fine with him, because Rabi kissed her neck, held her tight against him and just rocked against one of her thighs, panting. That, she can help, and Linali doesn't hesitate to move one of her hands between them, rubbing at Rabi's crotch. She almost giggled as he cursed, but then Rabi was kissing her and she lets go of the humor of the situation for the moment, just focused on the warm, almost giddy feeling that spread through her.
*
Title: Can't Help But Answer.
Warnings: Dub-con, tentacles, asphyxiation.
Characters/couples: Lulubell/Miranda.
Summary: Miranda tries not to struggle, knowing it won't help.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Can't Help But Answer.
She can't breath. Miranda tries not to struggle, knowing it won't help. The only way she could fight is if she'd stop invocating, and she won't do that.
The water is cool all over here, and just as she's trying to ignore that in favor of keeping her focus, it slides heavy and hard pressing inside her clothes, over her breasts and she almost gasps.
She can almost hear the Noah's voice 'Don't like that? Don't worry, it'll be fine'; and then the touch keeps on going, gliding smooth over her face and over her breasts, sliding inside her trousers, and her eyes go wide for a moment before she closes them and she blushes, tries to keep her body from answering as the water moves between her legs.
But she can't help but answer to that as it keep on stroking her, cool and soft as if the water was licking her and it's making harder than anything not to draw a deep breath, not to moan, not to lose control of her Innocence.
But she won't, and she can't, so she does her best to stay still, even if she still thinks she can feel the Noah laugh.
*
Title: Indelicate.
Warnings: --
Characters/couples: Crowley/Miranda, past Crowley/Eliade.
Summary: Eliade used to wear things much more risque than this.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Indelicate.
Eliade used to wear things much more risque than this: most of her clothes made Alistair blush, wondering if every woman in the continent wore their legs bare, flimsy clothing hugging their hips and torn stockings upon their legs.
Miranda wears either her uniform or modest dresses with gloves upon her hands (he has seen the scars upon her hands, even though she had waved his concerns away). For some reason, the fact that Miranda's legs have been always covered - even with the way the uniform's leather clings to her - it makes him blush much more as he moves his hand over her calf, the stocking soft under his palm, Miranda's eyes wide and focused on him, barely breathing even as she keeps her skirts up for him as he kneels.
Still, Alistair keeps on touching her legs, eyes locked with hers. He only hears the rush of his blood through his body, his penis hard in his trousers and he gasps when his gloveless fingers stop touching the silk of the stockings, touching the much softer and much more real warmth of Miranda's inner thighs, his knuckles even brushing her underthings.
And then Miranda is kneeling on the floor too - and Alistair can't stop himself from thinking about Eliade just once, thinking that she'd just laugh against his lips, perhaps, never doing more and then he never knew why but now he does and it still hurts - and then Miranda is wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him, straddling his lap and pressing tight against him, rocking against his clothed erection.
Crowley holds her tight and kisses her back, and thinks of no-one else, just on the way Miranda's thighs tighten around his legs.
*
Title: Focus on the Differences.
Warnings: Oral sex.
Characters/couples: Komui/Miranda.
Summary: Miranda won't ever say that she did this, for a short time, when she was younger-
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Miranda won't ever say that she did this, for a short time, when she was younger -- she had no money and she hadn't eaten in days and even if she wasn't pretty she was clean and that was more than what many of the girls could say.
She makes herself stop thinking about that - the one job she quit herself and she never went back, even when it seemed it was her las choice, Miranda had decided that she'd rather die - and instead she lets herself touch Komui's cock, blushing at the soft, surprised gasp that breaks free as she starts stroking him slowly, as Komui tightens his arm around her, as he shivers and mouths at her neck, just above the collar of her shirt.
It was never like this, then. Then it was fast and hurting, dirty men pressing her against the nearest flat surface, holding her head against their cocks and making her swallow until she almost chocked.
Now Komui asks her if it's alright and Miranda would be embarrassed that his touch over her belly is hesitant if she wasn't so touched, if she wasn't turning her face to kiss him, moving her free hand to guide his hand between her legs, over her curls, let him feel how wet she is for this, for him.
There's a moment of fear as his fingertips start moving, a little pain since it's been so long since she even touched herself. But Komui is looking at her face and kissing her, and Miranda knows that he doesn't want to hurt her and for that, Miranda doesn't mind and she keeps on stroking him, holding on tight.
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Title: Rough Hands.
Warnings: --
Characters/couples: Crowley/Miranda.
Summary: Crowley knows the fear of never being touched as well.
Rating: R/NC17
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Though the skin of her hands is rough, the skin of her sides, under the jacket is soft and warm, so warm: so is the skin on the underside of her breasts as Alistair brushes his thumbs gently, afraid of hurting her and afraid of touching her: Miranda's eyes are still wide and they are a little scared, a little surprised.
Alistair knows that fear well, what it is to fear that no-one would ever touch you, that you'd always be a monster for someone else. And yet now Miranda blushes as he touches her, as he kisses her lips once, twice, not daring to do more as he settles between her legs, and the both gasp as he pushes inside her, but Miranda touches his arms and woves her arms around his neck and even if her hands are rough, he wouldn't change that at all.
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Title: Withering Away.
Warnings: Necrofilia.
Characters/couples: Cross/Maria.
Summary: Maria is still lovely. Cross still remembers.
Rating: R.
Notes: Written for the dgmkinkmeme
Withering Away.
She's still lovely, his Innocence and hers and his hold upon her body keeping her from just withering away like a flower.
He misses her voice on these days, as he kisses upon her hand or her lips, or over the hollow of her throat; he misses the way her lips would turn up, the way she'd look at him over her shoulder, the waves of her dark hair moving down her back and over her breasts. He remembers everything, even the warmth of her even though now there is none
Cross is almost afraid to touch her, now, afraid that she'll crumble if he presses a little too hard, afraid that she'll turn into dust upon his embrace