Hello! Super cute blog (I love the pixel banners)!! I was wondering if I could request hcs for the Shinsengumi trio if they saw their s/o wearing their uniform? Thank you ^^!
Thank you! I try my best to make it cute so it more welcoming! And thank you for giving me my first shinsengumi trio request! 💖
Don't be surprised when I steal your clothes, you stole mine first!
[Shinsengumi headcanons]
Kondo Isao
He would die. You would look so adorable to him, his poor heart couldn't take it.
Not joking, by the way, he would literally pass out due to him not being use to this.
But seriously though, he loves seeing you trying on his clothes. Seeing his uniform hangs loosely on your body due to your size difference.
Everyone advise you not to do it again for his health.
He always hear about people trying on their partner clothes before and he thinks it a cute idea but he never been in a serious relationship where he can experience it before
But now it right in his face and his heart couldn't take it.
Doesn't matter what gender you are, he's a big dude. You're the smaller one in the relationship
He'll take pride in the fact you want to try them on. He thinks it's another you want to be close to him.
Sougo Okita
See, I view him as a possessive type of person. we seen evidence throughout this with the show so I declared this Canon practically.
Because of his possessive nature, He would love seeing you in his clothes.
He views it as the ultimate sign of you being his and his only. He getting so much pleasure from it.
think it looks good on you.
But he won't tell you that. He play it off and tease you about it.
'You know this is stalker behavior? Do I need to arrest you?'
After that day, he tries to find way for you to wear his clothes in public, mainly his jacket.
'You're shivering. Take my jacket.' 'Sou, it like 80 degrees out. I'm going to burn up in that.' 'You're so cold.' 'STOP'
Toshirou Hijikata
You have never seen this man more red in the face than you that day.
The moment he see you putting on the f8nal pieces of his uniform and process what happening, he turns his head so fast and walks out
You might think he did that because he didn't want to see you or he didn't like what you're doing but it the exact opposite
He absolutely loves seeing you in his clothes but he doesn't want to look bad in front of you and he didn't tryst his voice not to Crack at the moment so he walked away
He was later found screaming in his mayo pillow
Just like kondo, he heard of partners doing this and like it but never experience it before.
So when he sees it for the first time, it caught him off guard and filled him with a joy he doesn't understand
Questioning everything like 'why do I like this? Why is this filling me up with pride and joy? Why they look so cute?'
He wants to tell you how good you look but he too embarrassed to say anything.
Here you go! Hope this is good for you and you enjoys this!
the shibuya incident shook the sorcery world (and japan) drastically and nanami kento is slowly transitioning back into the world. the dreadful feeling of not being able to help the youth he worked to protect sits heavy in his mind as his scarred hands tremble to do simple tasks. but nothing causes his stomach to twists in the most horrendous knots until he have to face his five year old daughter and the world again with his new battle scars. but as a good wife
♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind, physical descriptors, canon verse but also a what if nanami survive au, jjk spoilers, established relationship (reader and nanami are married), mentions of ptsd, mentions of scars and burn scars, cane usage, mentions of therapy, reader and nanami have a daughter named yu, same reader & nanami from family affairs series, first half is told in 2nd/reader pov & other half in nanami’s pov // smut warnings: cowgirl/riding position, breasts play, pet name usage (baby), finger sucking, praise kink, // word count: 4.4k, minors dni.
OCTOBER 31ST WAS A DAY THAT CHANGED YOUR LIFE DRASTICALLY. You remembered dropping your five-year-old daughter Yu off with a friend after an emergency call for many sorcerers to the Shibuya district. You remembered kissing both sides of your daughter’s cheeks because whenever her father wasn’t with you to drop her off, he always told you to make sure you gave her as many kisses as he would give her until she was a giggling mess begging for you to stop. You recalled how your fingertips were imprinted with the fragrance of blood despite you wearing latex gloves the whole time—with the number of deaths you marked down, perhaps that scent just was in your mind. You remembered having a drag of your first cigarette (complementary of Shoko) after the long day of horror—you hated it. You thought it would ease your growing anxiety when you didn’t know where your husband was at. You recalled how you noticed Shoko’s whole demeanor changed as her quick strides towards you seemingly were used to push you further away from seeing the horror that was soon displayed in your view.
You remembered how disoriented you felt. You couldn’t keep much food down and practically slept at the hospital. You just didn’t feel like yourself—but who would when they knew that the events at Shibuya had nearly killed their loved one? It broke your heart lying to your own daughter. Your tongue stinging, even uttering out the words that mommy and daddy had to take a work trip and will return as soon as possible. Your daughter thought you were away at work, but here you were, staring at the monitor in Nanami’s room beep. You didn’t want to lose him; you didn’t know what to do without him. You didn’t know what Yu would be without him, she was such a Daddy’s girl, and it would crush your soul for her first love to be taken away from her.
Nanami was strong. He pushed through. He wouldn’t be the same, but he pushed through. It was quite a journey of physical therapy, support groups, and even him deciding to stay at a hotel for a while, fearing how his daughter would react to seeing him like that. It took him two weeks and your constant encouragement until he finally decided to return home. Even when he decided to let his daughter see him eventually, you still basked in silence in the car, waiting until he was comfortable. Although your daughter wasn’t home yet, Nanami hadn’t stepped foot into your shared home in what seemed like a year—when it only had been a couple of months. The words of what he would say to his daughter swirl around his mind like a carnival carousel curling around. He had to do this. He couldn’t avoid being in his daughter’s life because of the triggering aftermath of Shibuya.
He refused to give Mahito that much power over him.
“I’m just afraid of how she’ll react.” Nanami lets out a sigh as he packs up his clothes. His scarred hands trembled as he folded his clothes to put them in his suitcase neatly. Nowadays, it takes him longer than usual to do simple tasks like buttoning his shirt, and he now attempts to fold his clothes.
“Our daughter is extraordinary; she’ll understand what we do when we explain it to her fully.” You grabbed Nanami’s trembling hands to get his full attention. “We told ourselves that we want her to enjoy her youth. We’ll protect her just so she can do that, but she‘s growing and becoming more curious—we can’t shelter her from a life that she could soon be interested in pursuing.”
You watched as Nanami’s lips formed a straight line. He couldn’t argue against your words because they were true. His daughter was five. It was no point to stir her away from the lifestyle her parents (and a good portion of people she interacted with) were so familiar with, especially when she could possibly already see the ghoulish creatures that haunted his nightmares when he closed his eyes.
“You’re still her father, Ken,” You mumbled as your eyes glanced up at him. “No matter how you look right now, she will still know it’s you because of this.” Your index finger pokes his chest where his heart is.
During some moments within the day, you watched Nanami do simple tasks around the house as the two of you were waiting for you to have to pick up Yu from your friend’s house. Deciding to do what you guys usually do on a bright Sunday morning: clean the house. Your eyes couldn’t help but shine in worry seeing his right-hand shudder while he tried to do something like help you cut up vegetables for dinner. You knew this took a toll on him because cooking dinner together was your thing. A form of love language created when you first started dating blossomed into a tradition—it was just something you two did together. Even after long days of work and raising a very bright personality five-year-old—you two always met in the kitchen, whipping up dinner together and sharing subtle kisses here and there.
Your lips parted to ask if he needed help, but it was as if he read your mind—Nanami shook his head as he continued to cut the vegetables. This time he had a better grip on the knife and was doing it perfectly. If you looked closer, you could even see a twinkle in his eye at him being able to do such a task. Your lips curve into a small smile before you return to doing what you were doing. The two of you moved in sync in the kitchen as if you were competitors in a cooking show—managing to finish dinner and set the table just in time for you to have to pick up Yu. You kissed Nanami’s cheek, mumbling about how you’ll be back as soon as possible. Your friend only lived about fifteen minutes away and didn’t mind dropping Yu off, but you felt it was best for you to talk to her first.
You hated to admit that you were afraid of how Yu would react at the sight of her father—especially considering that you never went into detail about what you two do. She knows you’re a doctor and heal people, but that was it. She had no clue about curses, cursed energy—any of that. Was it wrong to shield her from that, considering that her parents would die? Maybe. But you and Nanami wanted to do everything to protect her youth and her ability to be young. When you picked Yu up, you couldn’t help but smile, seeing her bright smile as she skipped out of your friend’s house with her belongings in one hand and taiyaki. She hugged your leg as you opened the car door, rambling about her adventures with your friend. You helped her in her booster seat and strapped her in before climbing back into the car and returning home. Your mind is running with thoughts of telling your daughter that her father was back from the work trip, but he got hurt. He didn’t look like the last time she saw him.
“Yu, we have to talk.” You said while stopping at the red light. You look in the rearview mirror, watching her snack on the sweet treat. Mentally, you’re cursing your friend for giving her sweets so close to dinnertime—but maybe that would help her process the burdening news.
She glances at you with a smile. A toothless one because Nanami lost one of her front teeth after biting an apple while she was going. Another moment Nanami has missed. You broke eye contact with her to continue to drive, and you could even see the familiar driveway of your home.
“Is daddy finally coming back?” Yu asked. You could hear her kicking her feet, and you simply sighed.
You were turning into the driveway and parking the car. You unbuckled your seat so you could turn to look at her. Her curious expression looked rather adorable with the taiyaki crumbs on them. You knew you couldn’t lie to her. Ignoring her question, you exited the car and helped her out. You figured it would be better to be closer to her when you dropped the colossal bomb that could alter how she sees her father. Closing the car door and kneeling to her height, “Sweetie, I need to tell you something about your father.”
Yu’s head tilted in confusion, and her eyes shone with curiosity and fear. Your hands would give her a comforting squeeze, tugging the coils out her face that fell out of the red headband Yuji brought her on one of his free days from being a sorcerer student.
“Daddy got hurt badly at work.” You tried to explain, but your voice seemed to crack in the back of your throat as you tried not to cry. This hurt.
“Your dad was hurt really bad, and I just wanted to let you know that you must take it easy on him. He’s still your dad, who will protect you no matter what.” You rubbed your thumb against her cheek brushing away any crumbs off her face.
Yu only give you a nod. The five-year-old had to comprehend that something happened so quickly that she didn’t even know if she should be asking more questions. She was one curious kid that always had a question about something. You opened the front door holding onto Yu’s hand, and the house seemed too quiet other than the sounds from the dining room. You glance down at Yu and lead her to the kitchen; you can’t help but chuckle at the sight.
Nanami set the table slowly; he didn’t even notice that two of his favorite girls had returned. You felt Yu grip your hand harder at the sight as you cleared your throat to get his attention just in time as he set the last place at the table. When he looked up and saw the two of you, you gave him a reassuring smile. It was okay. It was a huge step, but it was okay. The skin on the right side of his body was bare and burnt and could be considered quite distracting to people who walked by him when he went to physical therapy. His mangled scars traveled up from the side of his face and down to his foot. His right eye was covered with a black eye patch as he stared at his wife and Yu.
Yu’s mouth gasped open as she clutched to your pants leg. You didn’t want to nudge her forward; you were aching to know what was running through your daughter’s mind. Yu’s eyes seemed to be eyeing Nanami, who was standing before them. Nanami feared what his daughter would do and how she would react. He was afraid that his daughter wouldn’t recognize him due to the permanent scars he now had on his body. His palms grew sweaty at the silence in the kitchen. He still remembered the conversation you two had before all of this. He couldn’t shutter away in fear in a situation like this, and it was something Mahito would want.
Yu finally detached herself from your pants, dropping the snack she once was eating and running to hug her father’s leg. The sight shocked you as you watched Nanami lift her in his arms and pull her close. Yu’s small arms wrapped around Nanami’s neck as she started to cry. Your eyes began to burn with your tears, quickly going to swipe them away before you became an emotional wreck. You were happy to see her show that emotion to you and Nanami.
Yu lifts from the crook of Nanami’s neck to say through sniffles, “Daddy, I can’t believe you’re a pirate now.”
You chuckled at her statement before speaking, “How about you two go get cleaned up, and I’ll put the food on the table.”
Nanami put Yu down, and he extended his hand for her to take so she could lead him to the bathroom so they could get ready for dinner. A warm feeling overwhelmed your heart watching Yu drag him away, but she did it so gently, considering that Nanami still used a cane to help him walk better to his destination. You let them get cleaned up while you cleaned up the snack your daughter dropped and finished setting the table.
Dinner felt like a nostalgic feeling—a nice nostalgic feeling that made you smile so hard. Yu was telling you about all the adventures she went on while you were away, from going to the countryside with Nanami’s parents to going to a pig cafe with your friend. She had so many stories to tell that she must have been holding in to tell the two of you.
“And I lost my tooth.” She grins at the two of you as she lets her tongue glides across the place where one of her teeth once was.
“I’m sure the tooth fairy came and visited you,” Nanami adds.
“Yeah,” Yu placed her fork down to dig into her pockets, and she pulled out her yen bills. “Then I also made a new friend at school.”
“You’re one social butterfly,” You said aloud, sipping your water.
“He’s so nice but has an ugly imaginary friend.” Yu shoved her mouth with vegetables leaving both Nanami, and yourself stunned at her words.
“Sweetheart, it’s not very nice to call someone ugly. Even if it’s an imaginary friend.” Nanami glances at his daughter, who lets out a familiar dramatic sigh he has heard from you.
The blonde-haired male tends to forget that his daughter had a carbon copy of your personality. He watches as she pushes her vegetables around her plate before speaking again, “It’s just his imaginary friend who makes weird noises, and it looks like they make my friend unhappy.” Yu explained
Nanami’s head tilts in curiosity, hearing his daughter describe something he was acquainted with. His hold on the fork tightened as he realized what his child was describing, and his stomach formed the most monstrous knots. He took a sip of water as he watched you grab hold of his hand and give it a nice squeeze.
“How long have you been seeing this imaginary friend?” You asked.
“Hm, since Monday,” Yu admitted.
“How about we invite your friend over? Hm?” Nanami asked.
“Really?” Yu questioned excitedly.
You made eye contact with Nanami. You didn’t want him to push himself so much that he was uncomfortable. “Are you sure about that?” You questioned as you collected Yu’s plate in front of her.
“It’s okay.” Nanami gives you a grin. “We’ll just have to ask the little guy's parents, that’s all.”
Dinner continued with laughs and stories. Yu was so excited just to see her two parents together again. She couldn’t stop discussing everything she wanted to show you and Nanami. Even as you wrapped up dinner and told her to get ready for bed—she begged Nanami to help her. Due to Nanami being the girl dad he was, he couldn’t resist that charming smile and the puppy dog eyes Yu gave him when she wanted her way.
“I’ll meet you in our room when I’m done. Make sure she brushes her teeth.” You smile as Nanami pecks your lips and watches him disappear towards the stairs with your energetic daughter.
NANAMI’S FINGERS GRASPED AT THE FLUFFY PINK TEDDY BEAR AFTER HE HAD TUCKED YU IN. Nanami Kento hasn't done this in months. He hadn't tucked his daughter in and placed a soft kiss upon her forehead in months, and the feeling felt so foreign to him even though he had held her so close when she was only a tiny baby. Or the fact that he witnessed her take first steps towards not him or his lovely wife Y/N, but freakin’ Gojo. Then Nanami couldn’t forget holding her hand as he walked into her first dance class.
Yu looked at him as if he was the whole world—as if he was her protector and knight in the fairytale world that she dreamt about. Now, the guilt and the harsh stab in his heart hit him that he possibly wasn’t strong enough to protect her however he wanted. How can he protect something he promised to protect when she was just a baby now that his scarred hands shook doing simple tasks like tying his shoes, and when he closed his eyes, his nightmares were filled with him.
“Daddy?” Yu broke the blonde-haired male out of his thoughts as she looked at him. “Where’d you go? Mommy said you went away for work.”
He sits on her bed, and his weight causes the mattress to sink. He felt that question was coming; she just didn’t feel comfortable asking just yet. “Yes, I did. I just got hurt while doing so,” His lips form a reassuring grin that he hopes she will return.
Instead, her chocolate brown hues only lit up in curiosity. It was a look he had seen in Y/N’s eyes many times when he stepped into the medical room at the Kyoto school. Yu snuggles closer to the teddy bear in her arms before asking, “Does it hurt? Mommy can make you feel better with her mommy powers, or Auntie Shoko can help you..” She then flashes Nanami a smile, and it just hits Nanami that his little girl was missing one of her front teeth.
She extended her hand, and Nanami’s scarred one held on to it. He watched her small thumb rub against his hand with a small smile. “I missed you, Daddy.” Her eyes start to water, and the waterworks begin.
He cradles her in his arms so tightly, similar to when she was only a tiny baby in his arms years ago. Nanami didn’t want to let go. He held onto his daughter until she fell asleep with dried tears staining her cheeks. When he tucked her in tightly with her favorite stuffed teddy bear next to her, he placed a kiss on her forehead.
“I will protect you forever, no matter what, princess.”
After those words, he knew she probably wouldn’t remember, he turned off her room light. The only thing that illuminated Yu's room was a nightlight plugged up near her bed while Nanami closed the door just a bit for it to be cracked.
Nanami settled in bed after showering. With one of his favorite books in his hand, he didn’t even notice that Y/N had skipped into the room after checking on Yu one last time before bed. The oversized Star Trek shirt that once was owned by Nanami hugged your figure, and with each step, you took to climb into bed—Nanami could get a glance at the cup of your butt.
Y/N climbed into bed, and Nanami expected her to snuggle up close to him like she usually does when he reads before bed. She’ll always tell him how comforting his voice is when he reads aloud to her. Subtle jokes about how he could have been a speech coach or something instead of fighting curses. He wished his life was as simple as that. Instead of being scouted to go to a school to fight curses, he would have lived an everyday life. He would meet Y/N in a hospital in another life because now that he’s been married to her for years, he couldn’t fathom another life where she wasn’t a part of it.
Nanami’s chocolate brown hues scanned over the words of the book he was wearing as he felt the weight of Y/N climbing on top of him. Her tummy was now supporting his book as she glanced down at him, and when his eyes finally looked up from his book—his lips formed a crescent moon-shaped smile at the sight. She hadn’t wrapped her hair yet, so her kinky coils were sprawled all over her head like a golden crown.
“I missed you, you know? I missed this.” She says as her teeth grind against the plump lower lip.
Nanami folded the corner of the page; he stopped reading and closed the book. He placed the book on the oak-colored nightstand, and his hands found comfort on Y/N’s waist. “Me too.” He answered truthfully.
“I can tell, Ken,” Y/N says lowly as her hips rock against Nanami’s bulge, which displays how much he had missed his wife since his months of being away.
His fingers tiptoed up the shirt, but he soon snatched his scarred hand away in embarrassment. The insecure feeling of his rough and tainted fingers caressing something so soft as his face grows red. Y/N’s eyebrows raised in confusion because he didn’t want to touch her. She didn’t take offense to it, considering that she knew this was something Nanami would have to get used to. That half of his body was permanent with scars that she would help him love.Y/N tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her hand grasped Nanami’s scarred one and she kissed his knuckles before placing his hand on one of her breasts.
“It’s okay. I want your touch. I crave your touch.” Y/N says. She guided Nanami’s hand up and down her soft brown skin before she began to rock her hips again. She knew Nanami was enjoying because, through the curls that fell in her face with each rock of her hips, she saw how his chocolate brown eyes lit up. “And I can tell you’re craving my touch also. You’ve missed me so much, didn’t you?”
Nanami’s words were so caught up in his throat that he didn’t even know how to respond. His mind couldn’t focus on everything all at once because he wanted to do so much for Y/N. His scarred index and middle finger rolled her nipples in between them, gaining a moan from her, and it hit him hard at how much he missed this. He missed seeing how Y/N’s eyes fluttered close in pure bliss when he touched and kissed her. He’s so eager to get out of his boxers that he didn’t even catch the way she had some shit-eating grin on her face.
But it was another thing that Nanami adored. He adored seeing that expression on Y/N’s face when he finally slid in. The way she would chew on her lower lip to muffle a moan when he had only slipped his tip inside her. Which only would cause Nanami to finally shove his cock further inside her just to hear her yelp out his name and have that dreamy expression on her face.
That same expression she had on her face right now that Nanami’s cock was inside of her. A look of affection that the retired sorcerer missed so much. His hand grasped her waist, guiding Y/N’s hips in a pleasurable, rhythmic pace for both of them. Y/N props her hand on Nanami’s chest to help her balance upon riding him. Moans trembled out her mouth with each roll of her hips, and she had only had Nanami on her mind. It was quite strange how he could plague her brain like a catchy summer tune. That was just the type of spell he had on her.
Nanami tried his best to thrust upward just to hit the spot that had Y/N speaking one of the languages she knew, but it had only taken a toll on his body, and Y/N noticed immediately.
“I got it, Ken. Just relax.” Y/N’S leaning down, kissing at the corner of his lips (specifically the side that’s decorated with burn marks and soon his lips as she cocked to bounce upon his cock. “I know you want to ensure I’m getting more out of this than you.” She adds.
“Y/N…” Nanami breathed out. “I just want to make—”
His words were cut off by her, “Make sure I orgasm; when do you not make me orgasm?” She glances down at him.
“Can I take care of you for once? Hm?” She asked that question with a roll of her hips for each word and syllable that left that pretty mouth of hers.
And Nanami’s brain turned into mush, his face got so hot, and his balls grew heavier. The only answer he could give to Y/N was, “Fuck.”
“Good answer.” She cockily responds before her hand reaches at the headboard to help her ride him some more.
The mess built between their naked bodies was driving Nanami insane but in a good way. After months of being touch-deprived due to surgeries and physical therapy, he needed this. He relaxed under Y/N; he let her take control until he could feel himself about to cum.
“I’m about to—Shit,” Nanami uttered. Before he could say anything else, Y/N could feel the thick ropes of cum shooting inside of her. She’s leaning down, capturing his lips upon his and slowly grinding against him to ensure his cum stays inside of her.
When the kiss broke apart, Nanami looked up at his wife as if he had hearts in his eyes. “I fuckin’ love you.”
“I love you too,” Y/N giggles through her subtle pants.
With the Star Trek shirt back on Y/N’s body, which was now stained with the scent of Nanami and sweat, she glances over at her husband, who is sincerely thinking about something. She hoped he still wasn’t thinking about the scars on his body. “What’s on your mind?” She glances up at him through her eyelashes.
“Yu can see curses now.” Nanami looked at his wife. “She’s only five.” He adds with a sigh.
Y/N hated to admit that her assumptions of what their daughter told them during dinner were accurate. She felt like Yu was too young to see them and finally realized that her world was much different than her friends in class. But Yu had two amazing parents. Two parents would guide her through this. Due to Nanami being the wonderful husband he was, it was as if he read Y/N’s mind.
With a sly grin and a quick, playful peck on the tip of Y/N’s nose, he says, “We’ll guide her through it, though.”
This is my usual abo Au where omegas are extremely rare, only about 1000 exist at any given time.
Reader is a member of the Kurta clan and Kurapika’s twin. On the Debut episode, Kurapika is 17, I’m changing that to match the audience’s age, so fill in as needed! No minors! This means reader and Kurapika are 18+ in this story. As the reader is a member of the Kurta clan, they will have brown eyes that turn red when upset, as all members of the Kurta clan have brown to red eyes. I am making the reader have female pronouns and genitals, so if a male reader is requested, I’m happy to change it to male as well. Luckily, male omegas bear pups too, so no worry there.
Due to a landslide of requests for this, I had decided to give the people what they want.
Now, as per usual, this is a lemon which means there is mature content within the story. If you are unable to handle such content, do not read. For those who are able to, please, enjoy the lemony goodness.
Warnings; Rough lemon. I think that’s it.
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There was finally peace in the large home you now lived in. Sesshomaru had you live in the large home of the Dog demons of the West, as you were his mate. You had been well acquainted with his mother who happily welcomed the idea of pups running around and your position in the clan is quite clear. You are the only mate that Sesshomaru has kept which means you will be the female head of the clan and you are to bear Sesshomaru’s pups and care for them throughout the duration of your life.
It wasn’t exactly a bad deal, and hearing what happened to all of Sesshomaru’s other mates, you felt lucky that the silver haired dog demon sparred you from the same fate. From what you heard, he had a habit of finding a mate and keeping her during his rut period only to slaughter her once he was satisfied. You were the only mate he kept, and you couldn’t begin to fathom why he had chosen you, a Vixen from a small Skulk of little power, to be the mate to keep and have pups with.
Of course, you weren’t exactly complaining. Being the mate of such a powerful demon who was next in line to be head of his clan had quite a few perks and it also ensured your safety, as many demons feared his wrath should they draw too close to you for his liking. Though he did not show many emotions outside of mating, he was quite clearly possessive and protective of you. He would become enraged should another male or potentially harmful female draw too close to you and he would quickly slaughter them before keeping you by his side for the rest of the day in order to ensure your safety.
Speaking of pups, it didn’t take long for you to bear your first litter, he made sure of that. The litter consisted of two males, one clearly inheriting dog demon genes and the other inheriting fox demon genes. Though the birthing process was difficult, you would argue that the pregnancy was even worse. Sesshomaru was a wandering type and would often leave for periods of time before returning to you, but when you were with pups, he refused to leave your side for even a moment, snarling at anyone who came near, even his mother.
He didn’t let you do anything yourself and though he never asked about your well-being, you knew to tell him if you were well or uncomfortable. Though, goodness forbid that you tell him about being uncomfortable. His response to such things would be to keep you on your shared bed and refuse to let you up for long periods of time. Quite clearly he was taking the idea of protecting his pups very seriously and wasn’t about to let anything harm you or his unborn litter.
When the pups finally arrived Sesshomaru calmed down a bit, but was still murderously protective. Though, when he had gotten used to the idea of the pups being around, his attention turned to other things. Namely, you. It was clear throughout the time you carried his pups that he was rather discontent with the fact that he was unable to mate with you whenever his wished as he had grown quite fond of the idea of having a permanent mate that he could have even if he was not in one of his ruts.
You currently sat upon a large pile of soft furs and watched your pups interact, listening to them playfully growl and squeak to each other. Though they were only a few months, they were already very active and would grab hold of your tail any time it was near them, prompting you to keep your tail far from their little grasp. You were thankful that Sesshomaru’s mother, Inukimi, would help you care for the pups and keep an eye on them for you if you needed a break from the duties of motherhood.
Though they were not all too mobile yet, they still managed to cause trouble any time they were left to their own devices. They especially loved pulling on your mate’s tail and hair should he venture close to them or interact with them in any way. Speaking of Sesshomaru, he was sitting behind you with his arm draped lazily around your waist, golden eyes closed as he rested with you upon the pile of furs, tail laying over your form. You were close to the edge of sleep when a light voice broke through the haze in your mind, snapping you to attention.
“I will take the pups and let the two of you rest. Clearly you both need it.”
You looked over seeing Inukimi stand up, her eyes gazing at you knowingly as her silver hair gently waved with her movements. Sesshomaru let out a low growl, but otherwise did not protest against the idea of being given a break and time to rest as she gathered up the two pups, not at all bothered by them gripping and tugging her hair in the process. She left the room, closing the ornate door behind her and giving you and your mate some needed privacy and rest.
You let out a soft hum, settling into a more comfortable position in the arms of your mate, relishing the quiet. Though you adored your pups, you were still glad for the reprieve from them for the moment. You felt the one-armed grasp around you tighten, causing you to look up at Sesshomaru in curiosity at his sudden increased attention. You felt a jolt run through your body as you locked eyes with the distant dog-demon, seeing that his gold irises had turned a light blue and the white of his eyes had become red.
You knew that any time he looked at you like this, there was a good chance that he was riled up and in the mood to mate.
“Mine… my mate…” He growled out, quickly pinning you on your back and causing a soft yelp to escape your lips at the sudden movement.
“S-Sesshomaru… I need rest, not to mate…”
You whimpered out softly as he quickly pulled open your kimono, insatiable lips attacking your soft skin.
“Then lay there and rest.”
He snarled out, effectively ending the conversation as his mouth roamed your fevered flesh.
You couldn’t help the shiver that traveled through you any time his fangs grazed you or the soft whimpers and yelps that escaped your lips with every lick and bite he gave. He ensured to leave a light dusting of his scent on your skin if only for his own benefit than to actually mark you to keep other males away. You felt a slight tug at your tail, making a barking-yelp escape your lips due to the base of your tail being a very sensitive erogenous zone. An answering growl escaped his lips as he tightly gripped one of your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth and descending to hungrily lick at your heat.
You let out soft whimpers and moans, feeling his heated tongue slide over your needy heat like a man starved. He growled against you and held tightly to your thigh, giving you no reprieve from his pleasureful onslaught. You felt a familiar building heat as you yelped out in pleasure, reaching down to grip lightly at his hair and at the furs beneath you, trying to ground yourself. He growled in response to your tight grip on his hair, only sliding his tongue into you and licking more vigorously.
The more you moaned, the faster he licked, growling against you and digging his claws into your thigh as he feasted upon your sweet heat. You let out a sharp cry as the building heat flooded your veins, forcing your back to arch upwards and legs to twitch from the pleasure. You were given no time to recover from your high as he continued to lick aggressively at you, forcing you to ride out your orgasm.
“More.”
He snapped out, continuing his pleasureful torture upon your yielding body, causing you to repeatedly release due to his actions and extended attention.
When he finally pulled away, you were panting heavily, chest rising and falling sharply as your overwhelmed senses began to slowly return to you. He watched you closely, licking his soaked lips in a predatorial manner as his intense eyes focused on your panting form. With no hesitation, he quickly ripped off his clothes, not caring about shredding the cloth as he threw it somewhere else in the room, eyes never leaving your form. You looked up at him, about to ask him to wait for a moment so you could catch your breath before you were cut off by a sharp thrust into you, forcing a loud moan from your lips.
He growled and dug his nails into the furs beneath you and began thrusting his hips, growling and hissing in pleasure. He was already too lost to his lust and his pleasure to be reasoned with or stopped as he pounded into you, taking pleasure in your whimpering form. You knew that Sesshomaru has been riled up for a while, seeing as any time he tried to mate with you the two of you were interrupted due to the pups needing attention or something he needed to deal with. It was clear that he wasn’t going to be stopping anytime soon, and you pitied anyone who may come in and interrupt as he wasn’t going to stop for a while.
I did just comment on it soooooo 👀 priest Cale smut? Only if you're okay with it
im a christian girl who grew up in a very religious household. ofc im doing this.
i forgot abt cale's priest clothes so uh-- yeah u can tell i got lazy at the end lmao
should i have put blasphemy as a warning too? idk
warning : this was rushed lmao. yall fuck in here. nsfw. sex. pls wear protection and don't be reckless.
You didn't really like the priest look on him.
"You look so..."
You stopped yourself from speaking, preferring to just keep quiet and not ruin the mood of your significant other.
The man himself, who was pinching a few strands of his white hair between his thumb and pointer finger looked up at you, having been inspecting the color of his hair for a moment.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow at you. You look displeased, something which happens very rarely when you're with him -- he makes sure of it. "Does this look unconvincing?"
Cale thought it was smart to go undercover as a priest, hence the white hair and blue eyes to make him look more appealing to the crowds. Apparently, you seem to think otherwise.
"Oh, no." You let out a laugh, almost condescending in tone as you shake your head. "Looks very convincing. Too convincing."
"Then what's the problem?" Cale questioned, facing you with a frown on his face. Is there something wrong? You rarely get like this.
"You just... look so holy," you muttered with a frown, coming up to him and cradling his handsome face with both of your hands. "Your face is still the same but I feel like I'm looking at someone entirely different."
Cale clicked his tongue, placing two of his hands on top of yours as if to reassure you. "I am still me."
"But you don't look like it. I miss the red hair and brown eyes already."
'It hasn't even been an hour,' Cale thought.
"You don't look like you can do what you did to me last night."
Cale nearly choked on his own spit. Why are you bringing last night up?
"You look like you'd faint when I mention the word 'sex'," you stated honestly.
"I am not a prude," Cale said. "Though there's nothing wrong with it in the first place."
Your hands fell down to his shoulders. "You're starting to talk like an actual priest."
'What kind of priest is walking around declaring they aren't a prude?' Cale thought, wanting to counter your words with that exact thought but he decided to say something else, "Then shall I show you?"
You raised an eyebrow when Cale's hands moved to your waist. "Show me what?"
Cale squeezed your waist before leaning in, pressing his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his arms wrapping themselves around your waist, pressing you to him as he gave you a gentle kiss.
One of his hands slowly went down, palming your ass and giving it a slight squeeze and he bit down on your bottom lip. You let out a sigh as a response, letting Cale plunge his tongue inside your mouth, urgent and hurried as if he hadn't drunk for days and had finally found an oasis in a desert.
He feels your hands begin to run through his hair, tugging on them gently. Opening his blue eyes, Cale sees that your face was red and eyes were closed, letting his tongue twist yours and suck on them to the point you're clenching as his shirt and were on the verge of losing air from your lungs.
Cale held your chin in place and pressed his fingers into your cheeks, forcing your mouth to stay open and tongue out when he pulled away. He lets some of your mixed salivae fall on your lip and chin and made no move to wipe them away.
"You're horrible," you try to speak, having a bit of trouble because he was still gripping at your cheeks.
"Mhm, but hopefully that kiss wasn't," Cale responded, releasing you from his grasp and giving you a smile. And with that same smile, he told you, "Take off your clothes."
Your face reddens, wiping your lips and chin. "W-what?"
"Do you not want to hear what this priest has to say?" Cale asked you with an innocent face, placing a hand on his chest. "This lowly priest is just trying to help you be closer to your God."
You let out a condescending laugh. He says that knowing damn well you believe in none of those things.
"And I'd be closer to the god of my belief if I were to strip for you?"
Cale gave you a polite smile. "That's the message I was told to deliver to you, Miss."
If you had a god to believe in, it would be your own will. The will to seek friendship and love, and to indulge in your carnal desires.
"Fine," you replied, grinning at Cale who was smiling at you with that smile he always shows before going away and coming back with a lot of money.
Cale sat on the bed as he watched you begin to unbutton your shirt, smiling innocently as he watches you casually throw away the shirt aside. You took off the belt that held up your trousers, stepping out of them.
"Take those off, too, Miss," Cale called out when you were only left with your undergarments, which were only underwear and a strapless bra.
The innocent smile on his face did not hide the hot burning gaze he had on you when you take off the bra first and then peeled off your underwear.
"What now?" You asked him, covering up your chest and your private area.
"Please come closer," Cale asked you, reaching for the buttons on his robe around his waistline.
You approached him, watching him unbutton his robe around his hips and downwards, showing off the black trousers he had underneath. "Get on your knees."
You did as he said, placing your arms on his thighs and watching his hand work as they unzipped his pants and tug them down a bit along with his undergarment, his pale cock springing out, half-erect.
"You know what to do," Cale huffed with a red face, your fingers already wrapping themselves around the base of his cock.
You began pumping him up and down, eyes looking up to him who was staring at you with glazed eyes and breath beginning to labor. You kept your eyes on his blue ones when you flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock, dragging your tongue upwards to the pink tip.
"F-fuck." Cale groaned, tucking your [h/c] hair behind your ear as you begin to swirl your tongue slowly around it before you wrapped your lips around it. You pushed your head to suck him all in, relaxing your throat and giving his cock a gentle suck with the inside of your mouth, stimulating him until he was hard inside your mouth.
"Mmmhnn." Cale's face reddens as he watches you, his breathing picking up and becoming harsher with every passing second. He feels the tip of your tongue brushing against a sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, forcing him to let out a string of curses that no one should be hearing from someone who looked like a priest.
Just as you begin to pull away, you were forced back by the hand that were on the back of your hair. You nearly choked when the tip hit the back of your throat and you forced yourself to hold the pain a bit before trying to relax.
"D-don't stop," Cale breathed out, his hand that was on the back of your head began pushing your head down to his cock and pulling you by the hair a little to show you what he wants you to do.
You began to move your head, eyes still on his as he watches his cock disappear every time you push down and appear again, covered in your spit. When you began to gently suck on him while doing so, Cale let out a groan.
"[Name], s-shit." He gasped when you release his cock from your mouth, gliding your tongue from the base of his cock all the way up towards the end as if you were tracing them for memory.
Once your tongue was on his tip, you wrapped your lips again around them and caress the tip with your tongue, giving it kitten licks and sometimes swirling your tongue around it. Your hand began pumping the lower part, using your own spit as lube to move easily.
Cale held on to your head, throwing his head back as he began to feel his balls begin to tense and swell. "You --fuck-- you're doing so good, [Name]."
When you placed your hand onto his balls and gave him a massage there too, Cale was almost embarrassed at how quickly he came and the loud moan he had let out. "Mhmnn, ahh..."
His cum spurted into your throat and you pull away, swallowing the fluid down harshly because your throat didn't even have the chance to relax.
Cale held you by your chin, forcing you to look at him. He sees some of his cum on your lips and chin, sticky and opaque. He wiped them away with his tongue, giving you a smirk. "Good girl."
"Get on the bed," he told you, taking off his robe laying it down on the edge of the bed.
You stood up, nearly crawling to get on the bed with knees trembling because you were kneeling this whole time. Cale stood up and stood facing you, watching you sit on the corner of the bed on top of the white robe.
"Now for the main event," he whispered in your ear, giving you a push by the shoulder, forcing you to lay down with your legs hanging by the bed.
Cale's breath was ragged as he held his cock with one hand, lining up the tip with your soaked cunt while the other one grabbed you by your calf, spreading your legs wide open. "Mhm? Did you get wet while sucking me off?"
"And you didn't even touch yourself?" Cale continued, pushing the head of his cock to your folds, rubbing them up and down, lathering his cock with your fluids. "Your God would be proud of you for resisting the temptation."
You pushed yourself to get up, your elbow holding you up, eyes glazed with lust and mischievousness. "Y-you think so, Sir?"
Cale gave you a smile that is too innocent for him to give when he was rubbing his cock along your folds. "Yes. We just need to do this and they'll be even more proud of you."
Cale's eyes watched as both of your hands slithered down to your crotch, fingers spreading open your cunt for him. "T-then, please put it in me, Sir."
Cale's face flushed red. God, how can you be like this for him? How lucky he was to be with you.
Cale leaned down, giving you a slow kiss as his narrow hips slid themselves between your thighs, pushing his cock into your slippery entrance. You let out a moan into his mouth, feeling every vein he has on his cock with your walls and the way he fills you up so completely.
He pulls away from the kiss, suppressing a moan against your neck as he began to move. He pushed himself up, his hands on either side of your head.
Now you can look up at him properly.
His usually stoic and pale face flushed red, his gaze that was usually nonchalant and stern were nowhere to be seen. Instead, his gaze on you was soft with heavy lids and a frown on his brows. You see the way his chest moves as he panted and how you can see his facade crumbles into a panting, aroused mess.
You ran a hand up and down his clothed chest and stomach, his hips slowing down and you closed your eyes. "God, don't stop--"
"F-fuck!" You let out a loud grunt when Cale slammed his cock into you, his pelvis meeting yours and making the area there stretch and sting.
"A-ack!" You scrambled to hold onto Cale's shoulders, stifling a shriek, unaware of his frown of dislike.
Cale slammed his hips again, his tip hitting a spot in you that had you to roll your eyes to the back of your head and screaming, "Oh my God!"
"S-shit," Cale grunted, feeling your gummy walls massaging his cock and sucking him in. He forced himself to slam into you again, his tip consistently hitting your G-spot.
"Oh, God!" You screamed out. You could feel the prominent veins on his dick as he moved in and out of you, his balls slapping against your folds every time he pound into you.
"Look at me," Cale whispered. "Look at me while I fuck you, [Name]."
Cale put an arm under your right knee and pulled it up, causing you to let out a melodious moan. "Oh, God, Cale!"
Cale grabbed for your other leg and pushed them up to your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his cock. "Why are you calling another man's name?"
You couldn't hear him in the midst of him fucking you and the loud squelching of your cum but you managed to open your eyes a bit, looking up at Cale who was frowning at you.
He slammed his hips harshly. "Who are you calling for, [Name]?"
"Huh--what?" You try to make sense of what he was saying, but all you could think of was how delicious this new position felt.
"I'm fucking you right now and you're yelling for another man," he rasped, his hips moving against you in rapid thrusts, gaze flicking to where he was stuffing your cunt. "Scream my name, [Name]."
"C-Cale!" You did so easily when his hand came and rubbed your clit, the pad of his thumb pressing down on it and you came around his cock.
"O-oh, God!"
Instead of slowing down, Cale increased the intensity of his thrusts, rubbing your clit harshly. "Stop -- fuck -- screaming for him when -- hahh -- I'm fucking you."
It was only then that you realized what he was asking you. You didn't know Cale had this side of him -- possessive enough to not want you to yell out like that when he's with you.
"C-Cale--" you pants out, feeling your abdomen begin contracting again. This time, something felt different and you couldn't help but sob, "P-please! I'm gonna--"
"Fuck!" Cale moaned when you squirted -- your cum splashing against his shirt. You shudder and squeal as Cale continued rubbing your clit and moving his hips, his voice raspy as he praises you, "Good fucking girl, sweetheart--s-shit, I'm gonna--"
"D-do it inside! Fuck, please, Cale!" You sobbed, nails digging into his arms where you were reaching out for him, still trembling and crying from overstimulation.
Cale grounds his teeth together. "A-are you sure?"
You nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips when you finally feel Cale spurting his cum inside of you, groaning as his thrusts slowed down.
You let out a loud moan, feeling yourself become undone as well.
"Oh, Cale," you sobbed. Cale stilled inside you, hovering on top of you and hugging you close. "S-shit. I can't believe I just--"
"It's okay," you panted out. "I'll get the contraceptives after this."
"Okay." Cale began to pepper kisses all over your face, your forehead being the last one for him to kiss.
He pressed his lips there longer than with others and when he pulled back, he gave you a smile.
"Do you feel closer to your God yet?"
Your mouth opens and closes, unable to speak a word. Did he seriously just ask you that? With his dick still in you?
"You're a piece of shit."
Cale grinned. "I am trash."
You groaned out. "You're insufferable, priest-nim."
“In my poetry class, I’ve always had students memorize something, a few things. I feel that if they’ve forgotten everything I’ve said, if they haven’t written anything down all semester and just stared out the window, at least they’ll come away with a poem memorized.
So one day, years ago, I was on the subway in New York, and a guy across the aisle kept kind of looking at me and finally he came over and said he recognized me as his teacher. I’d taught him about 10 years before that, or more. He’d since become an oncologist, and I congratulated him on his success. Then he said, “You made us memorize a poem.” And I said, “Yes.” And he said, “I’d like to say that poem for you.”
And it was a little poem by Emily Dickinson that he’d carried in his head, and maybe in his heart, for all those years. Over the roar of the 6 train, he yelled that poem in my ear, and I think it was probably the most satisfying pedagogical experience I’ve ever had.”
-Billy Collins, in a conversation
