The Hanyou Puppy and the Perverted Monk

Daddy and Baby Love

February 28th, 2011

(no subject) @ 11:28 pm

Talonsage and I are no longer associates. I have asked her to strike my name from these works, repeatedly.

April 24th, 2008

Absolution (fic) @ 12:55 am

Current Mood: wolfish

Well, another roleplay makes it into fic. This was done awhile ago, and I just now got the urge to fic it. A few notes about it:

This is Little ‘Yasha universe.

My Kouga is more than a little OOC I suppose. I envision an older, more experienced, responsible wolf prince. This is how he is in my brain. This is how he talks. I have no control over him. Damnit.

[info]jenerik_brand’s Miroku is a man whore.

This fic is very explicit. There is talk of shouta, but no actual pup-fucking.

In this AU Kagura did not slaughter Kouga’s pack.

Miran is Inuyasha’s best friend. She is a large, black, teenager wolf who was given the job of looking after him the first time they came to the den. She is quite devoted to little ‘yasha, and he to her.

I love to use the word ‘bitch’ in reference to Miroku. It makes me happy.

Course, I did this for [info]jenerik_brand (HI DADDY!!)

Absolution )

April 11th, 2008

My DADDY wrote this, cause he missed me an' he loves ME an' not YOU!! SO THERE!! @ 01:29 am

Current Mood: loved

Goin To Work
By [info]jenerik_brand

FOR ME!! AH HAHAHAHA YOU SUCKERS!! That's right...for ME!!

Also a Little 'Yasha fic.

So he was going to Sesshomaru’s offices. This was definitely a compromise. And in a suit- another compromise. And before 9am. This required another taste of that fine sake Inuyasha had found for him. Twice.

The things he did for love.

Still, the shower was a great way to encourage him. Rather, sex in the shower. And sitting back to watch him get dressed in that damnable suit and tie? Well, let’s just say suits were not so bad when Inuyasha wore them.

“Not bad at all.” I toed the inner seem of his slacks.

“Don’t distract me. We’re already late.” He smirked over his shoulder. His hair was shorter than it was in the old days. Sometimes Miroku missed that long, gorgeous mane. But it gave him a grown-up air. After a few hundred years a person really couldn’t look like a kid anymore, could they? Demon, half demon or otherwise.

“Since when do you care if we’re late?” My toe goes up…

He puts one arm through a silk jacket Miroku stole for him in Venice. “It was your idea.” Inuyasha will not own up to the fact that he was very distracting when Rin asked us to go to this ghastly event on the phone. Oh, if only could Miroku could have been rude to her and hang up. Damn her insufferable sweetness.

She really did rule the world. And she did it with fantastic kindness. It was terrible.

Inuyasha turned when he was done. Gods, He looked so… Miroku hid behind another swallow of sake. “It was incontrovertibly your fault.” He pointed and tried weakly to accuse. “You and your puppy technique. Besides, I wanted to stay home.”

“I can see that.” Inuyasha eyed the black silk suit Miroku lounged in. “Over do it, much? That’s evening wear?”

“Absolutely not.” He wiggled sandaled feet.

“You’re kidding?”

“I am.” He bit his pipe and grabbed his shoes and socks from under the desk. “I just wanted to get back at you for hiding my pipe and sake.”

“Oh, I think you did.” Inuyasha snickered. “You liked it, anyway. Admit it.”

“Not as much as I am going to enjoy a limo ride with you.” Miroku rubbed his ass. “Come on. I think the car’s already out there.”

“I’m sure.”


It was inevitable. The driver knew it. This happened every time he went to this stinking address. These two guys… Geez. It wasn’t that he was against the gays or anything. Live and let live he always said. He just didn’t understand what it was about these two guys that made them think they had the right to act like it was mating season every time they stepped into his limo?

Every time!

They would do it doggie style. Missionary. They did that thing with their tongues on their asses- after sex! Oh, jeez. And they always- always- had to blow each other while one stuck his head out of the sunroof.

It was like a tradition. Hell, who said romance was dead. In these two’s case, someone needed to kill it. Shoot it dead.

They didn’t even put up the privacy screen. Shit. In fact…

“Hey, Joey! What do you think of this?”

That Guy with the dog ears, Inuyasha, he was porking that black haired guy from behind, pulling his hair and jerking him off.

“I have to drive.”

“Oh, too bad.” They both snort and they kept going. And going. Finally that Inuyasha guy pulled it out and made that other guy sit down so he could- yeah, you guessed it- suck him off while he – “Woooooooo!”

And Joey got a big eyeful of that Miroku guy’s hands squeezing that Inuyasha guy’s ass while he did his thing.

He didn’t have a problem with the guys. God help him he didn’t. But why do they have to make him stop at the iHop while they do this?


“Don’t stain your shirt, Baby.” He wiped the raspberry sauce from his lip. Inuyasha licked it off.

“This was a good idea, old man.” Inuyasha tapped the seat in front of them. “You are the best, Joey!” He gave a thumbs up. When the driver gave them a weak smile they looked at each other and laughed. “I could smell how hard he was,” Inuyasha whispered in Miroku’s ear.

He nearly choked his breakfast, he was laughing so hard. “Let’s get to work.”


April 9th, 2008

No Good (fic) @ 05:30 pm

Current Mood: distressed

An attempt to channel some of this...fucking crying that started and I can't stop.

Life is unfair. Death even more so. )

April 7th, 2008

For Liz @ 06:04 pm

Current Mood: loved


With his eyes closed, he can remember being a little boy. He can remember being scared and hurting. He can remember what it felt like to cringe at the slightest raise in someone's voice or a darkening of their tone. He can remember what it was like to cry all alone, or hide, keeping so quiet that no one could find him. He remembered what it was like to be hungry. And trapped. And weak and cursed and little and insignificant.

He can remember being un-loved.

He couldn't say why he'd force himself to remember such things. But he did. He didn't want to forget that once...once no one had loved him. No one had cared if he were sick or scared or hurt. No one stopped the men from hurting him over and over again. No one heard his cries or answered his prayers.

Until him.

When he came into his life, it was like sunshine. At first he was scared of the warmth and the light. But slowly the sunshine eased it's way into his skin, warming him slowly, lighting truths that shadowed the lies he had been told all his remembered life. The sunlight held him with gentle arms and protected him with fierce rays. It led him away from there, and into the light completely.

"Are you still awake 'Yasha?" He smiled at the voice and opens his eyes to gaze at the mirrored ceiling. Miroku snuggles closer to him, yawning, his long, black hair tousled from sex and sleep.

"Yeah. I'm goin' to sleep though, don't worry." He pulls the other man, his Daddy, his lover, his life closer to him and buries his nose in that messy hair, breathing deeply. Sunshine. He always smelled of it. In this instance, sunshine and six hours of raunchy sex with a very obliging tranny lover of his. Cindy had left though, and just like always it was the two of them.

"Mmnnhhfft..." An indistinguishable noise to most, but Inuyasha knew that was a muffled sound of utter contentment.

"Go back to sleep Daddy," he murmurs. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"Nuh..." that makes Miroku turn his face upwards and open one eye. "Daddy, is it? You sure you're okay?"

He understands the question. He didn't often call him Daddy anymore. Usually during sex. Five hundred years together and they had plenty of pet names for each other. And they were so much more than father and son now. "Yeah." He kisses him softly. "I'm sure." He was comfortable, sated, and had his entire life wrapped up safe in his arms. He wasn't just okay.

He was perfect.

April 4th, 2008

Chickens? @ 10:52 pm

Current Mood: cheerful the Little 'Yasha universe, but just Rin's questions for Sess. *grins*

PG rating and no shota, surprise surprise!!!

by Talon

“Sesshoumaru-sama? Why does Lord Inuyasha call houshi-sama “Daddy”?”

We could ignore her chatter, as we do. But she would ask again. And with more questions we do not wish to answer. “The monk is Inuyasha’s foster father.” That should satisfy her. And it does, for a few moments, until she trots up to walk beside him again, looking up at him with curious dark eyes. Such a pretty child.

“Lord Inuyasha is your brother, right Sesshoumaru-sama?”

“Yes, Rin.”

“Is Miroku-sama your foster father too, Lord Sesshoumaru?”

That gives us pause. “No, Rin.”

“But why not? If Lord Inuyasha is your brother, and Miroku-sama is his foster father, than he must be your foster father too, right Sesshoumaru-sama?”

“No, Rin.” We pause a moment. “We are much older than Inuyasha. We do not require such a person in our lives.”

“Oh.” Blessed peace. “Lord Sesshoumaru, are you my foster father? Can I call you Daddy?”

“No, Rin.”

“Why not?”

“We are not your foster Father, we are your Lord. You will continue to address us as such.”

“Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru.”

That is better, and we are glad to have the matter settled. Until…

“Is Miroku-sama Miss Kagome’s foster father too?”

“No, Rin. Why do you ask?”

“Because she calls Miroku-sama Daddy too. I heard her, when they were talking about their chickens.”

Chickens? “When was this Rin?”

She tilts her head, remembering. “Three days ago. I heard them talking.”

Three days previous we had been following a dead end lead on Naraku. But chickens?

“Miss Kagome said Lord Inuyasha has the prettiest chicken. She says it’s pink. I have never seen a pink rooster before. But she said houshi-sama’s chicken was ugly, big and hairy. I wanted to see, but Jaken wouldn’t let me. He made me go back to camp, and I didn’t even get to say hello to Miss Kagome either. She sounded very happy too.” His girl pouts, and it is adorable. But…chickens?

“Sesshoumaru-sama, how can a chicken be hairy?”

Suddenly it clicks. “Rin. The monk, and our brother…the human priestess did not by chance mention their ‘cocks’ did she?”

“That’s what I said, Lord. Their chickens. But I don’t understand how they can keep chickens if they don’t even have a house where they live. They travel all around, don’t they Sesshoumaru-sama?”

“Rin, this conversation will cease now.”

“Yes, my Lord.” It is quiet for several minutes. Then…”Lord Sesshoumaru? Can cocks be hairy and pink at the same time?”

We absolutely refuse to dignify that with an answer.


April 1st, 2008

In the Beginning... @ 04:15 pm

Current Mood: drained

They walked away from the monastery and European brothers. They did not run. Once Brother Miroku had broken the wards keeping him there they simply left. He couldn’t believe it as he walked past invisible barriers that had been there since he could remember.

Mushin-sama had given Brother Miroku coin, he said, “For clothing the child, not for lining your belly with sake, you lecherous lump of flesh!!” When he asked Brother Miroku what lecherous meant, Brother Miroku told him that Mushin-san was a very old man with a wandering mind, and that he should be kind to people like that.

At first, he couldn’t walk nearly so long, nor so far as Brother Miroku did. His little legs got tired, and his feet got sore. When that happened, the monk scooped him up and put him on his shoulders to ride, or carried him on his back or hip. They did not go to the village near the abbey…they went west instead. At night, Brother Miroku held him close, keeping him warm and safe. In the day, he fed Inuyasha first before himself. And always there was kissing.

In the first village they entered they went to a small shop, but were not welcomed there, even as Brother Miroku showed coin with which to pay for goods. They didn’t serve youkai kind there. Brother Miroku said, “Blessings then,” and they left. A stop at a cobbler went better. The gnarly old man examined the pup’s feet, then declared they’d do better saving coin by giving the boy a good meal, as he did not need shoes. When pressed to explain, the cobbler showed the differences between human feet and youkai feet. When told that Inuyasha was a hanyou, he did not change his mind. It was the first time Brother Miroku called him his son, when he asked where he might then find clothing for his child. The old man smiled, he knew the other shops in the village were bad, and instead, he took them into see his wife, who immediately fed them, and while they were eating, altered some clothes to fit his small self.

They were so soft, his new pants and robe…and pretty, with pink flowers all over. Sakura blossoms, Brother Miroku said. The old couple would only take the most meager coin, relating to them that their son had fallen in love with a demoness, and they had two hanyou grand children they did not get to see as often as they liked. Their son and his wife took good care of them though. That is how they came to know so much about youkai and hanyou.

It was a good beginning.

March 31st, 2008

March 30th, 2008

It's my Daddy's BIRFDAY!! He's OLD!!! @ 10:06 am

Current Mood: horny

Daddy's Birfday!!

March 28th, 2008

March 27th, 2008

Thought I'd post some rp goodness... @ 02:05 am

Current Mood: pleased

Some rp goodness...Miroku and Inuyasha in modern day LA...cuteness and smexings.

Five hundred years and still fucking each other stupid... )

March 20th, 2008

(Fic) The Very Best... @ 07:39 pm

Current Mood: accomplished
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Breaking ground on my very first Asylum...

The very best…
A Little ‘Yasha ficlet

By Talon

He was still a very little boy after all. There were many things he didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why chickens ran when you chased them, he didn’t understand why stones were so different from each other, he didn’t understand why fire burned wood and straw but not water or rocks, and he didn’t understand why he was so afraid of men.

Men were everywhere. Also children, women, dogs, goats, chickens, cattle, ducks. But men…men carried weapons. Tools. They talked in loud, rough voices. They had big, hard hands. And harder eyes that stared at you until you cowered, trying to show that you were afraid…but that you hadn’t done anything bad.

Men’s eyes never believed that.

Women’s eyes were kinder, mostly. Children’s eyes were suspicious until they learned you were just like them. They they’d play. Women’s eyes would be suspicious until they realized you would not hurt their children. Then, they could be very kind.

But not always. They went to many villages, and left many quickly to the screams of “YOUKAI THIEF/MURDERER/other words he did not understand.” Daddy would sometimes stop them, but sometimes, like when a man would hit him and he would bleed, Daddy would gather him up and shake their dust from his feet. Daddy’s eyes were never hard at him. Never.

Daddy’s eyes were soft, and they had love inside them. Daddy’s eyes told him he was not bad, even more often than Daddy’s mouth told him the same words. He tried, he’d explain to Daddy, to never do bad things. He liked to play with the children, and talk to the dogs, and see and smell all the things to see and smell. He liked when women smiled at him and gave him sweet things when they stopped to buy food to eat. He liked when other children were curious about his ears, and he’d let them touch them, to see they were real, like a puppy’s ears. Because one parent was human and one parent was youkai. He was both, and Daddy said it was good.

He liked villages.

He didn’t like men. Even other monks could be bad. Monks like Daddy, but not at all like Daddy either. Monks who muttered words of spells at him, with ofuda he could smell before Daddy would step in between them.

Sometimes Daddy got tired. And he worried about that tiredness. It wasn’t from walking, or fighting or working. It was tiredness about people. And it was his fault, because of the men’s hard eyes at him. And he would sit in Daddy’s lap and say he was sorry for making bad things happen to them.

But Daddy would smile at him, with his eyes and his mouth and stroke his cheek with his knuckle. And he would say, in his softest voice, “My precious son. Don’t you know you are the best, most blessed thing to ever happen to an unworthy man such as I am? My little ‘Yasha…you make only good happen, because you are good.” And then Daddy would cuddle him close and kiss his ears, and whisper, so that the whispering tickled the little flittery hairs around his ears, “You are the very best boy who ever was.”

And then, he would stop worrying about men’s hard eyes, and being bad and cursed and making bad things happen. Because Daddy always said what was true.



The Hanyou Puppy and the Perverted Monk

Daddy and Baby Love