#☽┋◣ 妖怪 ◥ •------» ❛ verse ; 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑔𝑒 . ❜

[daiiyokai]

He had waited patiently for her reply, only to be refused yet again. Sesshomaru re-reads the words on the screen, doubt settling into his guts now, the Kagura he knows would have yielded by now, perhaps with a snide remark, but she would have laughed and let up this prank of hers, she was playful but she knew well not to exhaust her games.

But if this wasn’t his ex, then who could this person possibly be?

He presses on the contact and notices a difference in the number from what he remembers and realizes he really did text the wrong number...

He breathes a sigh and  tries to remember who this D.K was but to no avail. And Sesshomaru, clearly lacking sharp skills of recognition, inhibition, and shame due to the alcohol (because if he was even a little sober he would have endeavored to salvage the situation) had found himself mulling over one of her texts.

[Text]: Whoever gets to experience that, woman or man, is quite fortunate.

He can detect a morsel of willingness there, whoever was on the other end had clearly liked what they saw, and that in itself had stoked the fire between his thighs. The idea of that other person being an acquaintance and watching him instead of rendering his erection asleep, had done the complete opposite.

Once again he opened his camera, this time switched to VIDEO. he pressed record and moved his hand that kept a steady rhythm on his cock all the way up to the top. Precum had accumulated in a large drop on the head and he moves his thumb and smears it all over it before the entire hand engulfed the pink bulbous end, he emits a moan from the pleasure then slides his hand down again. Sesshomaru repeated the motion a few times before he pressed send.

[Text]:  [Video]

[Text]: B a good girl, and play with yorself for me.

daiiyokai​:

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[daiiyokai]

“I must’ve been too lenient with you for you to think you can talk back to me.”

[daiiyokai]

just modern Sessh taking a shower..

[daiiyokai]

There wasn't enough time for him to react to her reply, despite meticulously fixating on the way her lips moved and formed an answer, and he thought he would give her the time to back out, to maybe have the sense that was clearly fleeting from HIM in rapid rate.

she didn't.

and he was so thankful for her decision! thankful for that enthusiastic, impulsive streak about her that he (unfathomably) found attractive. because honestly, he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand there and let himself be enticed by her if she hadn't initiated first.

Sesshomaru reciprocated the moment her succulent lips touched his, wrapping his arm around her waist as hers went around his neck, pressing her so tightly to his body that he felt her soft breasts flatten against his chest.

it's frightening how deliriously he wanted her right now, like nothing else mattered, like nothing other than her and this sweetness on her lips existed. he runs his hand across the length of her back to thread his fingers through her hair while he devours her lips, sucking and biting mindlessly.

he lifts her up and places her behind on the edge of his desk, situating himself between her legs and brings one of his hands to her thigh, tracing the hem of her skirt.

he wills himself to partially part from her lips but they were still close enough for their noses to touch, his breath coming out harsher than normal and his body ablaze for her.

God, he hated how helplessly intoxicated he was by her, but even though he hated it he didn't want let her go.

"This is your last chance to run, Ms. Tsukino. because after this, don't expect me to stop."

daiiyokai​:

Maybe he had grown to enjoy her reactions a bit TOO much, because right now he found it difficult to tear his eyes AWAY from her. He hadn’t planned to be this close, he had expected her to step back, to scurry away like the little rabbit that she is, but she defiantly stood her place, her bright eyes flickering towards his lips with intentions that he was having a hard time from wanting them to be anything BUT innocent.

He presses his jaws together tightly, being this close to her was affecting him in ways he doesn’t wants to acknowledge and he can’t seem to pull himself away; No, he was getting his FILL from the way a soft flush spread across her cheeks, they way she smelt of floral shampoo and something fruity and DELICIOUS…

And ah, she has been taunting him with those cute blouses and those short skirts that did nothing to hide those gorgeous legs of hers.

God, the way she moistened her lips just now. he’s feeling himself rabidly losing it-

“Yes.”

Her soft, WARM breath caressed his face as she breathed out the word. He was momentarily FAZED, that if he wasn’t so close to her he might have questioned whether he heard her right. is she even aware of what her reply implies? 

his fingers pressed HARSHLY on the edge of his desk, his mouth DRIES. he should step away, he really should, but more than that he wanted to CLOSE the distance, to devour her lips with his, to bend her over this desk and ruin her for anyone that might come after him !

unwittingly, the pad of his index finger touches her lips, his eyes MIMIC her action. the way her plump, soft lips shimmered with her lip-gloss made him think that they would look incredibly satisfying wrapped around his…

Fuck!

A JOLT travels down his spine at the image, he feel his blood heat up and that part of him jerk. He wanted her. against all good reason he wanted her right now ! 

He inches even closer to her, his lips ghost over hers.

“Are you aware of what you’re getting yourself into, Miss Tsukino?”

                  If he’d been messing around with her before, she saw the moment where he stopped, the moment when what was happening between them really became real. There was- deep down- a part of her underneath the flustered and frankly horny rest of her that swelled with smug satisfaction at his reaction. She’d thrown him off with such a bold answer, but maybe that was exactly what he’d needed her to do. Because after that he touched her, the pad of his finger lifted almost delicately to her lips as his eyes seemed to follow. She kind of loved and hated how much that affected her because she could have melted right then and there. As it was, that was her undoing.

                  He asked if she knew what she was getting herself into. If she was honest, she really didn’t. Usagi was spontaneous, impulsive. Indulgent. She was less worried about what she was getting into and more focused on what she wanted. Whether it be food, a cute knick-knack from Daiso that she just absolutely had to have, or her frustrating, frustratingly sexy boss.

                  “I don’t care.” She murmured breathlessly, feeling the barest touch of his lips over hers when she replied. And she should have waited. She should have let him close the distance, she should have let him kiss her, just for the sake of being able to say she didn’t start it if it all blew up in her face. But Usagi didn’t think of things like that, not really. She didn’t really think in ‘what if?’, she thought in ‘why not?’ Of course, that had come back to bite her on the ass more than once (any of her friends could attest to this just by mentioning almost anything about her study habits in high school and university), but had it ever been with such high stakes before? She didn’t really think so. This felt worth it though. Granted, everything felt worth it at the time, but spending her entire allowance at an arcade in one day was hardly anything in comparison to the fallout of something like this. Still, she approached it like she did everything else she impulsively needed.

                  She just fucking went for it.

                  And she didn’t have to go far, he was already barely a few centimeters away from her, she just moved, pressing her lips against his fervently. Suddenly, and before she could lose her nerve because if she had hesitated, if she’d thought about it, she would have run, scurried out of his office and hid in the bathroom until her heart stopped beating so hard it made her whole body throb and her face didn’t feel like it was on fire. And then, she would have waited and hoped for the floor to swallow her whole because this really wasn’t smart of her to do.

                  But right then, she really didn’t care if it was smart or not. Because his lips were just as stupidly, wondrously soft as she’d thought they were and she could finally, finally stop wondering what kissing him would be like. The files she’d been holding on to were completely forgotten, falling down to land by her feet as her arms wound around his neck to pull herself closer, flush against him. 

                  No, it wasn’t very smart, but goddamn was it satisfying.

[daiiyokai]

“It doesn’t seem THAT dangerous…”

Some Protective Friend/Sibling/Parent figure starters

Rin was the little girl that he had taken from the orphanage he wanted NO PART in. well, take is not entirely correct, she still lives in the orphanage he only SOMETIMES takes her out.

He's not sure how they developed this BOND, or if he can even call it that, but there was something comforting about watching the girl. Rin was a GOOD girl, she doesn't ask him for things, she doesn't bother him with question, she just wants his presence, perhaps the same way he needed hers. and ever since he first met her, he found himself frequenting the place he was the least bit interested in, to see her!

"Don't, Rin." She stood in front of a large tree and already he pictures a scenario of her climbing its branches. "If you fall who do you think is going to have to take you to the hospital?"

[daiiyokai]

“It’s better you don’t know”-prestige verse

Some Protective Friend/Sibling/Parent figure starters

it wasn't often that he got himself into OTHER people's business and truthfully he isn't even sure why he's here; he had been running into her so many times now that he felt there was a sort of familiarity between them.

And the doctor had looked so DISTRAUGHT that he found himself halting her before she left the bar and questioning her state.

"I understand if you don't want to tell me, but if you're worried about me, doctor, then I assure you I can take care of myself."

[daiiyokai]

[ 📲 • sms ]: You better be resting.

[ 📲 • sms ] : Jaken will inform me otherwise.

[ 📲 • sms ]: Take some OTC fever medication.

text messages.

The MANY elements in her text that had unreasonably irked him. Maybe it was the way in which she implied she had some AUTHORITY over him, or that Jaken might telltale on him, he isn't entirely aware which exactly but it prompts a tight press of his jaws. he types.

[ 📲 • sms ]: You seem to be a fan of sending multiple messages where you could have combined into one, Dr. Kikyou. it would certainly have saved me from hearing the noise.

P.S: I'm perfectly fine, I no longer need medication. Thank you for your concern.

[daiiyokai]

“He was just having a friendly conversation with me!”

Some Protective Friend/Sibling/Parent figure starters

The part of him that sought logical reasoning for this situation was severely overshadowed by this inexplicable EXASPERATION crawling beneath his skin and he was almost certain it wasn't entirely because of the unpleasant presence of his half-brother.

He glowers at the pair, but more so at his assistant, there was something about watching her smiling and chatting with Inuyasha that was incensing in ways unimaginable. But he ignores the sight and with heavy strides he heads for his office, his thoughts irritatingly PLAGUED. his assistant follows after him with a ready excuse. the fact that even though he hadn't said a word she knew he was bothered was proof of how apparent his displeasure had been on his face and he hates that. He turns, eyes NARROWED, jaws pressed and without even processing what he wanted to say, words fall from between his lips.

"Do you enjoy driving me insane, Miss Tsukino."

[daiiyokai]

sexual tension prompts

@shorai​ asked: [ HANDS ] 🙈

[ HANDS ] : our muses' hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

There is a coffeeshop that Sesshomaru frequents, sometimes to conduct business meetings, other times just for the sake of COLLECTING his thoughts and for a good cup of COFFEE. The establishment was of a suitable taste and a quiet environment that was convenient for his needs.

He sat at his usual table, legs crossed , eyes FIXED on the screen of his phone skimming over the contract that his assistant, Jaken had sent. His mind was FOCUSED on his work and his work ALONE that when the coffee that he had ordered had arrived he reached his hand for the cup before it was even PUT on the wooden table.

What his fingers touched however, wasn’t the cold glass that he had expected but instead SOFT, WARM fingers, and at that he tears his eyes from his phone and stares at the WAITRESS who stared back at him. The moment passes briefly between them and he’s not sure what happened after that but the cup FALLS and coffee spills across the surface and instantly he stands but NOT before managing to escape the hot liquid that stained his pants from the top down. 

Sesshomaru doesn’t say anything, he just GLARES at the culprit!

[daiiyokai]

“You’re running a fever!”

Some Protective Friend/Sibling/Parent figure starters

Some time during the day, he was overcome by this wave of lethargy alongside a pulsating HEADACHE that had gradually elevated with time, but he had MANY things planned on his schedule, events that require his presence making the prospect of cancelling everything and going home simply NOT possible, and so WITHOUT complaint he had conclude his duties diligently.

it was only when he got back to his office did he feel the FULL brunt of his symptoms. taking his glasses off he ran his fingers on his forehead and breathed out a heavy sigh, he felt DRAINED, in a way that was entirely unusual, and strangely cold. He was only planning to rest his eyes a bit, laying his head on his hands on the desk when he felt sleep helplessly consume him.

he wakes to a COOL, gentle touch on his forehead, and with great difficulty he opens his eyes to meet his assistant's worried face.

A fever, huh... Ah that explains!

He stands, his vision HAZY as he takes a look at her from beneath WILTING eyelids. "I should go home," He says and then proceeds to drag his feet on the floor with a barely noticeable stagger, his head felt like it weighed a ton. he turns just before he reached the door. "You go as well, Miss Tsukino."

[daiiyokai]

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂

@chxmpionofjustice​ asked: [ GLANCE ] : sender can't resist glancing down at the receiver's lips as they're talking.

“Remove the fourth term, we don’t need it,”  he says, intonation RESOLUTE, eyes skimming the contract laid on his desk as he sat on his chair, slightly skewed to the right, facing his assistant who quietly stood adjacent to him. “I don’t want any errors in this contract so read it over and make sure to erase anything you deem unnecessary.”

“Set up the meeting on Monday. I’d like to close this deal as soon as possible.” He hands the papers back to her, his gaze returns to her face and the rest of his instructions is suddenly HINDERED! 

There stood his assistant, focusing on his face.

mainly his lips.

swiftly, he stands, leaning his weight on the arm he fastened to the edge of his desk, bringing his face within inches of hers, close enough to feel the HEAT radiating off of her skin. “Would you like a closer inspection of my lips, Miss Tsukino? as you seem to be intently staring at them...”

Oh, did she foolishly believe he hadn’t noticed her WAVERING focus between his lips and the rest of his face? was she even paying attention to what he just said? he leans forward, unflinchingly staring into her fretful, bright eyes, entirely intending to intimidate. however he soon realizes that this close proximity to her is a double edged sword and he’s overcome by this insane need to see more of her reactions.

“Tell me, Miss Tsukino, do these lips interest you?”

[daiiyokai]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what happened? where did you go?

text messages.

He was raised to be in PERFECT control of his reactions, his mother had made sure to instill in him that whatever may happen one must not fall prey to their emotions, that uncontrolled rage is not only unbecoming, it prompts people to BELITTLE him, but try as he might he can never become as COLD as she is, at least not when it came to his father.

Right now, there was an inferno inside him, one that threatened to escape and lash out at anyone, or anything that might come his way, he felt like BREAKING thinking, like shouting at the top of his lungs, he was suffocating!

he needed to get out!

his ENRAGED steps senselessly lead him to his car where he sits still, hands gripping the steering wheel with enough force to make the veins in his hands pop.

A DRY laugh laced with PAINED anger comes out of his mouth, not only was his father asking him to hand the company he contributed so much to to Inuyasha, he now dares to ask him to train him on all that he needs to know on running this company. He always wondered if his father resents him, but his request today affirms it!

The sound of an INCOMING message interrupts his thoughts, he pulls his phone from his pocket and for whatever reason he thought it might be his father and berates himself for feeling disappointed when it wasn't. with almost trembling hands he replies.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— I was not aware I needed to take your permission if I wanted to leave, miss Tsukino.

He throws the phone on the seat next to him, but the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded, she was HIS ASSISTANT, of course she needed to know where he was going especially when he left in the middle of work. he stares at the phone for a minute or two before he picks it up again.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— cancel all I have left for today and come meet me in the parking lot.

[daiiyokai]

some flirty memes

@blossomingbellflower asked:

“Are you sure you’re not hiding wings, horns and other devilish features around here ?”-Prestige Sessh

“Hmm, who knows. Perhaps you would like to thoroughly search for such features.”

[daiiyokai]

thecursedpriestess​:

Kikyou looked towards the male, noting the sheer exhaustion plaguing him. If he had been more alert, perhaps she would have given him the antipyretics. As it was, if he was going to sleep, in a few seconds, there was no point. It would simply agitate him more than needed. Doing as he requested, she ensured she covered most of his body in the cooling cloth before fixing everything back into its rightful place. “I will be checking on you through the night. If you need anything, just call me.” Picking up the basin, she headed out the bedroom and switched off the light. Leaving the door slightly ajar, she sighed and went to dump out the dirty water. Laying the cloth to dry and cleaning the bowl, she padded her way onto the sofa. It did not feel right to lay upon a stranger’s couch but the female was too drained to care. Plus, she was going to monitor his temperature every two hours to ensure it did not become critical to warrant a trip to the hospital. She hoped it did not.

Finally pulling out her phone, she gazed down at the screen to see a dozen of messages from her “boyfriend”.  And that was putting it extremely mildly. Naraku was one of the most successful businessmen in the country. He was known to be charismatic, handsome, compassionate and kind. At least to the outside world–and why should they think differently ? He donated to orphanages, sent aid to third world countries, shared his wealth with the world openly. No one could question his generosity. Except her. But who would believe an unknown hospital doctor ? Who would choose her words over his ? Kikyou clenched her phone tightly, a slender hand covering her eyes for a brief moment of respite before she had to reply.  Naraku was dangerous and extremely wealthy. He was narcissistic, handsome and controlling with a manipulative and toxic temperament behind closed doors. No one could say no to him. No one dared. Kikyou had tried but it had been futile. In the end, it almost cost her, her license, her job and the hospital its much needed equipment if she had refused him a second time. Given that the hospital needed new equipment for the recent surge of patients, she had to do the unthinkable and agree to date him. Here she was, almost three years to the day and she was still impossibly stuck to his side. She resented him and was quite miserable, but the patients came first…as those around her as well. Now she was living with him and apparently engaged.. It had been on the news a year and a half ago. The only reason she was not married to that wretched man at this moment, was that their occupations took up a lot of their time.. Naraku travelled a lot and she made sure to work as much as possible whenever he was around. Sometimes she was successful and sometimes not. From looking at her phone, she was not going to be getting rest when she gets home.  Sighing, she replied to the messages before setting her alarm for every two hours. She could at least try to get some rest in between Sesshomaru’s check ups.

While unaware, he had fallen into the sleep he much WANTED soon after the doctor left the room, but it was by no means a RESTFUL sleep. he had woken up in semi-conscious state at some point during the night -almost drenched with sweat- to shed the covers off himself, and again when a hand pressed gently at his forehead and one last time to cover himself again.

He wasn’t sure of how much time had passed during the intervals in which he slept but assumed somewhere in the back of his mind to be in the FIRST quarter of the night, so by the time he fully woke up early morning, he had HIGHLY believed that his doctor had already left.

Parched, hungry, but otherwise FINE, he gets up, showers and dresses up for work. Sesshomaru checks his watch, it was barely eight, which meant he had enough time to stop at a coffee shop for breakfast before his meeting. however, as he heads to grab his phone which he had left at the table the night prior and as he turns to leave, he was surprised to find a PERSON cuddled up on his couch.

Hmm, so she hadn’t left like he thought, how admirable. Sesshomaru stares at her for a good five minutes, contemplating how to wake her up, before he decides to leave her a note and leave for work. 

‘To Dr. Kikyou,

Thank you for your help last night. contact Jaken for your service fee. you can leave your number on this note so I can contact you in case I needed your help. 

Sesshomaru Dai.’

[daiiyokai]

@chxmpionofjustice​ asked:

She blamed the fact that she had not gone on a date or gotten laid in a really, really long time on her sudden, almost overwhelming awareness of her boss and just how stupidly hot he was. Seriously, he had to be the CEO that otome games based the cool type off of... Not that she played those types of games anymore. Nor had she gone looking recently. No... Not at all.

Regardless, she'd started staring without even realizing it. And kept staring, blue eyes losing some of their focus as images, scenarios, flashed through her mind. Those lips brushing along the column of her neck, caressing her collar bone above the creamy white fabric of her pretty scoop neck blouse. Tracing a line of fire along the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer...

He was suddenly far too close and with a start and immediate explosion of heat on her face, she realized that she had completely zoned out -- staring at him-- and he had noticed. He was so close that she could smell the very tasteful cologne-- or was that aftershave?-- that she often got hints of during the day and, god, how was it possible to smell that good and be that good-looking and be such a giant pain in the ass all at once?

She clutched the files he'd just handed her to her chest as though she was trying to hold her pounding heart in, breath tremulous when he asked her if she wanted a closer look. She was aware that maintaining eye contact or looking away from him completely were probably the best things she could have done in order to save face. But her eyes had a mind of their own and they flickered downward, landing back on the very lips that she had been staring at before.

They looked so soft up close, did he moisturize...?

She should have backed up, it wasn't as though she was trapped there. But she couldn't move, she was frozen on the spot. Wide, blue eyes raised quickly again, knowing that there was no hiding it then because he was so close that her gaze had to jump between his eyes just to look at them both.

Did they interest her? She moistened her own lips, her answer on the lip of her tongue. Yes, yes. Hell yes. She didn't care if it was inappropriate or not. She did care if she lost this job though. If she didn't get to see him anymore. She should say no, just in ca--

She breathed it out when she answered, "Yes."

Maybe he had grown to enjoy her reactions a bit TOO much, because right now he found it difficult to tear his eyes AWAY from her. He hadn’t planned to be this close, he had expected her to step back, to scurry away like the little rabbit that she is, but she defiantly stood her place, her bright eyes flickering towards his lips with intentions that he was having a hard time from wanting them to be anything BUT innocent.

He presses his jaws together tightly, being this close to her was affecting him in ways he doesn’t wants to acknowledge and he can’t seem to pull himself away; No, he was getting his FILL from the way a soft flush spread across her cheeks, they way she smelt of floral shampoo and something fruity and DELICIOUS...

And ah, she has been taunting him with those cute blouses and those short skirts that did nothing to hide those gorgeous legs of hers.

God, the way she moistened her lips just now. he’s feeling himself rabidly losing it-

“Yes.”

Her soft, WARM breath caressed his face as she breathed out the word. He was momentarily FAZED, that if he wasn’t so close to her he might have questioned whether he heard her right. is she even aware of what her reply implies? 

his fingers pressed HARSHLY on the edge of his desk, his mouth DRIES. he should step away, he really should, but more than that he wanted to CLOSE the distance, to devour her lips with his, to bend her over this desk and ruin her for anyone that might come after him !

unwittingly, the pad of his index finger touches her lips, his eyes MIMIC her action. the way her plump, soft lips shimmered with her lip-gloss made him think that they would look incredibly satisfying wrapped around his...

Fuck!

A JOLT travels down his spine at the image, he feel his blood heat up and that part of him jerk. He wanted her. against all good reason he wanted her right now ! 

He inches even closer to her, his lips ghost over hers.

“Are you aware of what you’re getting yourself into, Miss Tsukino?”

[daiiyokai]

blossomingbellflower​:

daiiyokai​:

@blossomingbellflower

The names on his contacts list blurred as he scrolled down. Sesshomaru rests comfortably on his couch, shirt unbuttoned halfway through, pants and jacket thrown on the ground in a heap. He had a long, eventful day which he ended at the bar and drank to the point that Jaken had to drive him home.

usually, he would sleep his inebriation off, however tonight, Sesshomaru felt an unyielding URGE between his legs, which often came with the alcohol. and he just so happened to know exactly who to text to help him with his little problem…

He stops his scrolling once he came across a contact with the initials ’D.K’. and his lips curl in a smirk, in his currently flawed perception, he somehow firmly believed that the K belonged to his ex Kagura.

Read More Now!

The space between his eyebrows wrinkles, he was already working his cock as he waited for her to reply. Kagura, although they had some good years together, this awfully playful side of her he did NOT miss. it was just like his ex to joke at the worst possible time.

[Text]:  Stop playing  gams.

[Text]: Games*

he sends and then goes back to stares at her texts, the thought that he was messeging the wrong number NEVER crossing his currently impaired judgement, because who else other than Kagura could this D.K be? and even though he faintly notices the slight change in her texting style, the part where she acknowledges his ‘Impressive’ shaft further solidified that this was his ex.

[Text]:  Snd me you tits or else I’m coming to fuck you until yu can’t screamm anymore.

Ignoring his many typing errors, Sesshomaru takes a deep breath, his hand slowly moving up and down on his cock as he yet again waits for her reply.