#Ais x reader

[trappolia]

such a sucker for doomed religious devotion in media that i’ve begun to manifest them in the touchstarved cast. leander and mc are teetering on the edge of unhealthy co-dependence with the reverence mc has for leander for being the only person they can touch freely (salvation, perhaps?) and leander soaks up their doe-eyed gaze like a drug.

ais has only ever known the being he shares a vessel with as the closest thing to divinity despite the fact that that, while it provides him power and protection, is undoubtedly not— and comes face to face with mc, a person afflicted by such a nasty curse and yet so, so good, and suddenly he’s reminded that there are genuine good things in the world besides that of his own creation.

mhin is afflicted with their own curse, nearly forgetting their humanity while playing vigilante in the dead of the night, and then suddenly brought forth a mirror image of themselves: cursed, hurt, and yet mc is not as bitter as them, mc still has hope— not just for themselves but for mhin, and they don’t know what to do with something like that’s so good, so hopeful.

and god, vere; he's had people throw themselves at his feet before, but there is something that is so pure and genuine about mc's fondness for him. not devotion, and gods forbid he dares to call it love (it sounds like a confession, like admitting to his own weakness), but the way they hold his face in their hands, the way they curl against the curve of his spine even when he sleeps with his back to them after sex. he thinks about the people who once revered him as a god, wonders if this will one day be a satisfactory replacement to it.

kuras, kuras, kuras. fallen from the heavens and damned to love his father's dying people for the rest of his immortal days. religion is no mystery to him — he is perhaps the only one to truly understand the depth of it — and yet again and again, he finds himself doomed to the same star-crossed love. he knows how this will end. he's seen it through before. only this time, he knows it will be you he will lose in the end.

[mothinkling]

what do you think would be the touchstarved characters reactions will be to the MC dying from a soulless encounter after a relationship was established??

SOUL RIPPED (TOUCHSTARVED X GN!READER)

Summary: Touchstarved cast's reaction and aftermath of finding out their partner was killed via Soulless attack.

TW: Mentions of death, grief, murder, depression and delusions.

A/N: HHHHHHHH i'm so sorry this request took so long! but hey at least we have the updated demo while everyone waits for my slow ass Hehe <3

Leander; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

DENIAL

♡ He simply refuses to believe it; there's no way, it's simply a trick, a lie to distress him.

♡ He'd laugh it off with a strained, tight smile on his face as he asks the informant if they've had a bit too much to drink.

♡ And then he'd wait, wait for you to walk through the doors and back into his arms, completely healthy.

♡ His eye-bags would grow darker as the days go on, his smile become faker and more unhinged as everyone tells him over and over, you're not coming home.

♡ The only thing that proves he hasn't actually deluded himself into believing your still alive is the sight or sound of a soulless.

♡ it'd ś̸̯̯͕̟̙͖̲̏̏e̶̛̜̹̲̣̤̦̪̺̺͆̾͋̉̓͛̔͘͝ň̶̢̞̟̥͚͖͇̮̀̆̍̄͗͒̈́ḑ̸̛̥̥̦͕͓̪̜͂͌̋͂̒̚͝ ̴̛̼̖̘̠̥̏̊̽̾̈́͛h̷̬͆̈́͋i̴̡͎͍̱͖̔̒̋̅̔̈́m̸̧̛͉͍̜̬͙̭͚̯̌̊̊̑̎̊ ̵̨̗̗̝̭͆͌͗̉̅́͗͐̑ḯ̷̧̞ṋ̷͍̍͆̀́ẗ̶̜̮̩̳͓̹̥͍̐͑̋̇̾̈́o̵̧͖͇̗̰̜̘̻̼̥͛̿͗̓͗̍͗ ̵̢̫̖̺̦͉̭̲̽͌̽́̊̊͜ͅa̶̬͈̠̙͐̈̓̅̑̍̓̚͠n̶̹͑̍͛̍̈́͊̌̋̚ ̶̨̞̖̪͈̣͙̯̈̓͐̎ǘ̶̻̄͗̕n̸̻͙̙̙̱̄̿̃f̴͚͔͇̻̱͐͌̂́̀͗ò̸̳͕͍̯̮̫̟̣̂̐r̸̙̿̀̀͋͆g̷̗̈́͝î̷͎̒͒̈́v̸̡̧̜͚̦̂͝i̸̘̯̦̼͍͈̖̩̭̽̓͐͂n̵̤̓g̸̬͗́́̑̍̀̓̊͘͝ ̸͚̥͍̼̲͇̻̪̣͆m̷̧̞̬͖̦̱̭͔͒̍̔̽̂͛̓̋e̴̡̺͗̂͐̌̋l̶̡̡̪̟̝̣͛̊̀d̸̝̓o̶̼͍̞̬̯̝̤͐̊̒͜ẘ̴̨̨͚̞̟̤͈̂̊̑͂̽ň̷̞̌̒͂͝--

♡ He'd be fine because it's just another soulless, can't be looking too roughed up fightin' it, he needs to look his best when you come to the bar for a drink.

♡ His poison attempts against Ais would become quite a few more, and a few shades more lethal than before; he's sure that his soulless wouldn't miss him too much not as much as he misses you.

♡ You trust him, so he'll trust that you wouldn't dare leave him.

Vere; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

ANGER

♡ Let's hope you didn't have anybody travelling with you when you were taken from him, and if you did, lets pray they were ripped apart in the attack.

♡ He'd blame everybody else for your death, pure rage from a chained god.

♡ It doesn't matter if there was nothing that could be done, he'd rip apart the flesh of anyone who had accompanied you and made it out alive.

♡ They should've sacrificed themselves, giving up their own lives for their god to have what he wants, needs.

♡ His words would be venomous, promising a punishment much harsher than death as soon as his restraints are broken, something that'd made this filthy land beg for divine mercy.

♡ His tantrum would be irreversibly destructive, innocent or not- blood will spill across the streets as he hisses blame onto everybody else.

♡ It's only after far too many heads are ripped off that he'd start to slow down a bit, the grief crashing into him.

♡ He'd do his best to hide it, the last thing he wants is to look weak in front of everyone else.

♡ He'd grow far colder to the main cast, his snide and petty comments growing crueller than normal.

♡ Somehow, he'd become more demanding, more entitled to his wants and anything standing in his way to even something trivial.

♡ His work hunting soulless would turn personal, without any break he'd hunt them mercilessly, spending day and night tearing through their flesh and eyes.

♡ His hair would start to fray, his gossamer sleeves tearing and staining just as the black makeup dripped down his cheeks, the only evidence of his tears.

Mhin; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

BARGAINING

♡ No, no.

♡ There is simply not a chance, that the first person that's ever managed to pry them open would be ripped from them with the very thing that they hunt on an almost daily basis.

♡ The sense of failure would settle deeper in their bones as every day passed, how could they fuck up like this?

♡ They were meant to protect you, meant to keep you safe during the almost never-ending search for a cure.

♡ But they refuse to simply accept this, they're in the city of knowledge to seek the impossible.

♡ Their quest for a cure is halted by the new-found objective.

♡ R̵̬̔̐͂̆̄̚ȩ̷͚̈́͌̋͜s̶̲̳͎̤̗͒͂ų̵̢̧͎͍̻͓̰̀̓̔͐̔̌̐͘ř̷̹͚̪̤͉͓̫̝̫̄͗̾̉̀̊̐r̷̠̮̻̎̚͜ȇ̴̡͖̰̻̳̳̦̦͒͒͜ͅc̵̡̮̦̫̖̠̔̊̽͐̋͆͝͝ͅͅt̸̢͎̩̳̏̏͋͂̎̀̊͝ì̵̡͈̣̱͔͍̞͌̎̅̈͗̉ố̵̟͍̽̾̆͒̊̕n̸̡̛̖̤̔̈́̀̀̈̄̐,̶̨̠̥̳̤̟̮̱̣͝ ̵̢̳̽͊̓̏̍̈́̉à̵̖̪̪̺̹̜͂͛̎͘ ̸̡̨̛̼̥̻̬͈̟̤̆͊̃͜c̶̦͈̙͎̓͌̿͌h̴̡͙̳͖̦͈̄͊̉̈́͑͆͜͝ë̴͚̳̬̬́̂̐̀̽̍̀̃̂a̴̬͙̹̱͍̲͕̩̽̊͐̀͑̔̍̐͐̃ͅṭ̴̢̡̤̜̼̭̜͙̩̏̉̀̽͆́͋̄͘̕ ̵̜̤̭̜͓͌͐͒͝ͅt̴̡̹͓̹͉̂͑̽̆̿́o̴̳̓̄́̈̄̈́̕ ̸̧̢̗̘͙̼̘̃̂̔d̶̛̗̘͔̦̥͆̽͘e̴̢̧̩̦̜͍̟̼̭̜̕a̴̝̔̍͊̉̽͊͠ṱ̴̨͎͕́̄̀h̶̨̙̻̱͖̍.̸̣̳͓̪̍̂̎̑̃͆̚͘̕ͅͅ

♡ The Senobium has to have answers, their knowledge is limitless, the rumors they've brushed off as horseshit suddenly much more enticing than before.

♡ They won't fail you again, they won't let you down, you'll wake up again with both of you completely cured, because they can't fail.

♡ They can do it, they've survived this long, have they not?

Ais; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

DEPRESSION

♡ Oh how he'd blame himself so, his own pets tearing apart the thing he holds most dear.

♡ It'd feel the same as when his own gang stabbed him in the back, he doesn't have control over every soulless roaming the wasteland out the city, but he feels like he should have.

♡ He should've tried harder to keep you safe, to keep the pets he uses to hold so dear to him away from you.

♡ He couldn't bear to look at them for a long time, even Princess he'd push away with a shake of his head.

♡ The only thing he can see in her claws is the vivid picture of your blood and flesh, even if it wasn't really there, it's infected every claw of the soulless in his mind.

♡ The spring would be full of smoke, cigarette after cigarette lit as he sits, a blank expression on his face.

♡ That doesn't mean he wouldn't hunt down any bastards who might've been responsible, or failed to protect you.

♡ But after that he'd simply feel empty, almost like his own 'soul' was ripped from his body the same time yours was.

Kuras; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

'ACCEPTANCE'

♡ His long life has tortured him with many losses like this, enough to send him into a spiral of self-loathing 'acceptance'.

♡ Of course this would happen, he couldn't spare the lives of his past lovers, why would your soul render any differently.

♡ He'd almost disassociate from the situation entirely; the same method he's used to overcome any sort of grief, to rise above it until he simply feels hollow.

♡ Continue with his work, heal patients while he tries to shove the thought of how he failed to help you into the back of his mind.

♡ But not even his mask is immune to cracking.

♡ Night-time is usually when it hits the hardest, he has no need to sleep, leaving him staring out the window blankly for hours of end.

♡ The other would be when he sees the face of a soulless, he wouldn't fly into the rage in the same way the others would, but he could feel heat brimming underneath his skin.

♡ Clawing at his insides, the rage and grief pushed down into a small, scolding part of his soul that aches.

♡ May the gods have mercy if he finds out somebody else was responsible.

[softagenda]

close call (ais)

ais x reader(f)

close encounter

originally posted on ao3

masterlist

Preview

A Soulless ate a corpse around the corner.

You froze at the threshold of the alley, heart pounding in your ears. A drop of sweat slid down the valley of your spine. A song of horror drifted through the midnight street: the crunch of bone, wet snaps of muscle and sinew, squelching and dripping of organ and blood on the cobblestone. 

Stomach turning, you breathed slowly through your nose and leaned just enough to see around the wall.

The body splayed across the road, half here, half there. A toy with its stuffing ripped out. The Soulless nosed around the gaping cavern of the chest, teeth hooking on ribs and tossing, twisting as long trails of intestine spilled out on the street.

You withdrew, holding your breath until you were out of eyeshot. To wait or to attempt to escape. It could feast for another ten minutes, perhaps an hour. Unless other prey wandered into its path.

The crunching stopped.

The back of your neck went cold.

Fuck. 

Your grip tightened on the dagger, watching the opening of the alley out of the corner of your eye, holding as still as possible. Had it heard your heartbeat after all? Without thought, your free hand left the wall and hovered over your chest, just above where the signet ring hung from its chain. Leander had said to use it whenever needed, that it would summon the hounds to your location. 

Lot of good that would do you now. You’d be mince meat before they’d breached Amaryllis.

Something scratched the brick above.

You slowly craned your neck up.

A skeletal claw curled around the wall. One finger, then another, then three more. In the moonlight, latched onto the wall, the Soulless resembled a massive wolf spider, a nightmarish behemoth with glowing red eyes, its maw opening in a gash of needle sharp black teeth.

Will you walk into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.

A ringing filled in your ears. 

Triple fuck. 

A bark broke the silence. 

You flinched hard, dagger lifting on instinct.

A second Soulless sat in the middle of the alley in a pool of moonlight. On its haunches, with its three legs primly arranged in front, twenty-odd tails writhing at its back, a dozen yellow eyes stared at the scene. Princess.

To the right, an ember sputtered in the dark.

Ais lounged on a stack of crates, his elbows on his knees. Kimono draped loosely over his bare, tattooed chest, boots knocking softly against the wooden panel. He lifted the cigarette to his mouth, drew deep as the butt embered and smoked, then released it in a heavy sigh. 

Your mouth opened - to scream, to laugh, to call for help, you weren’t sure - when a shadow leaned over you. A glob of something dripped onto your shoulder, stinking of metal.

A snarl ripped through the silence. Princess’s daisy yellow eyes had melted into a violent red. She prowled closer two steps, the spines on her back lifting into a jagged stripe. 

A breath of warm, putrid air billowed around your head, forcing a gag from your throat. The tip of a needle brushed your ear. 

His eyes opened. 

An instant later, the Soulless skittered back from the corner. Its claws scratching and teeth clicking as though enraged at being denied, the eldritch monster slithered back down the road, one of its arms snatching the broken corpse as it went.

Gasping, heart thudding away in your chest, you dropped to your knees and struggled to breathe. Every hair on your body stood on end, goosebumps rippling down your back and arms. You forced your grip to loosen on the dagger - you’d clutched so tightly the leather binding on the handle had dug into your palm.

“Don’t you just hate gettin’ hit on in a dark alley in the middle of the night?” drawled Ais, his chin propped on his palm. “Romance’s dead.”

Princess trotted up to you, her spikes relaxed once more, writhing tails swishing happily in greeting. Softening, the adrenaline settling in your blood, you greeted her.

“Hey, girl,” you murmured gratefully, still breathless. You extended a hand and managed a smile as she curled her leathery skin into your touch. “You thought about letting me get eaten.” 

Ais smirked. “Caught me. I wonder what you taste like.” His eyes flared red in the dark.

You turned back to Princess and scritched her chin. “You’re the only one I trust in this shit hole.”

She woofed, curling a tentacle around your wrist to keep the pets coming.

“Princess wonders too.”

Ignoring him, you gave her another few good pets before rising to your feet. “You owe me a shirt.”

“The fuck I do.”

You pointed to the glob smeared across the shoulder of your cloak, unwilling to look too close and potentially identify what it was made of - who it was made of. 

“Smells like a personal problem.” 

“Was that a pun? Because fuck you.” You strode closer until you could steal the cigarette from his loose fingers. You didn’t smoke, but this was a night for a little smoke and ash. “Fine, I’ll just steal one from Leander. You’re not the only big-tit asshole in this town.”

Red eyes smoldered above with laughter. “But I’m also big where it counts.”

A sharp laugh cracked through the lingering terror that stifled your chest and refused to exhume with the smoke. “Wish he was here for that, he’d probably cry.” 

“Night’s still young.” He held out his two fingers. You sighed but returned the cigarette. “How bout a drink instead?”

“Deal.

He took one last drag before dropping the stick into a puddle - you carefully did not think about how it hadn’t rained that day - before leaping off the crate and landing seamlessly on the stone, agile as a cat. 

“Vere might be there. Borrow some of that tissue he calls a shirt.” Ais glanced down your body, lingering around your hips and chest. 

“Pass. I’ve been drooled on enough for one day.” 

Princess trotted along at your heels until you reached the main street. Ais stroked a hand down her back before sending her on her way home, before leading the way across the street and into the Wet Wick, boisterous and full despite the hour. 

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a/n: thanks for reading! comments and likes are very much appreciated

[creepsterdreams]

heyyy, is it okay to ask for touchstarved li's with a reader who's a hugger? Just something fluffy for the soul. Thankss :D

Fluff is always a win in my book✨plus I have a feeling some of them absolutely LOVE hugs even if they don’t admit it themselves

I hope you enjoy anon! Your very welcomeee ^_^

TOUCHSTARVED headcanons: MC who’s a hugger

Cw: tooth aching fluff, Vere and Mhin being meanies at first, some mentions of violence, some suggestiveness from Vere

LEANDER

You picked just the right man for this

He could be having an entire conversation with someone and if he sees you rushing towards him he opens his warms with a huge smile on his face and waits for you to jump on him

And he will excuse himself and casually walk away with you in his arms

“Excuse me please, it seems someone needs my attention.😁”

The fact that you are a hugger only makes him fall even MORE in love with you

BEAR HUGS

Uses any and every possible excuse to have his arms on or around you

Sitting at the bar of the Wet Wick? He’s draped himself over your body and is cuddling into your nape

Just succeeded at the smallest thing? He’s lifting you up and twirling you around

Just seeing you for the first or last time that day? Your both huddled up and swaying back and forth for at least 5 whole minutes

He’s blackout drunk? Will literally drag you around wherever with an arm around you

It irritates almost everyone around you but they don’t have the heart to say anything about it

You know except Vere, Mhin, and Ais probably-

The amount of times they’ve walked in on you two damn near molded into one, they lost count

“Should we let you two be so you can keep humping each other?” - Vere

Cue Leander’s embarrassed laughing

That still doesn’t stop him though

But in all honesty he loves the fact that you love hugs

Because that means he can be as affectionate as he wants with you :>

But it also means that whenever he’s sad mode he can just…flop into your arms and lay his head on your chest

Trust him when he says that no therapy can top the feeling of your arms wrapped around him while you gently rub his back

Will totally NOT use physical affection as a way to get what he wants

Please hug this man I can tell that he needs it

AIS

Whew boy…this one’s a doozy

He has the option to just hug you back and go about his day, but then again this is Ais we're talking about he refuses to NOT tease you

He see’s you running up to him, opened arms preparing to jump on him and he stands there, not doing a damn thing

He fully allows you to just tackle him and stand there with your arms around him

He stares down at you with that same smug grin

“Feeling touchy today, sparrow?”

Now just because he’s teasing you doesn’t mean he doesn’t like the hugs

In fact he l o v e s them

The rare days he actually does decide to reciprocate the affection he doesn’t let you go for as long as he can

He’s walking into the wet wick with your legs wrapped around his waist and arms on his shoulders, his hands sitting right underneath your butt securing you in his embrace

All everyone can do is just stare at him like “this fucking guy”

CUDDLE PILES WITH THE SOULLESS

Especially princess

The days where it’s extremely cold or he’s just feeling lovey dovey you’ll spend hours huddled up at the seaspring with princess laying across both of your laps and the rest of the soulless surrounding you

Like Leander, uses any possible reason to hug you like it’s the last time he’ll see you

Will walk up to you and lift you up with one arm to spin you around

Do not say your too heavy. He will challenge you on that

The last thing you hear before being lifted up is a raspy “come ‘er you”

The worse days where the voices of the hive mind are clouding any of his own thoughts and making him more loopy than usual, your arms is usually the first thing he seeks

Standing there for long periods of time, his body simply draping itself onto you, his head buried deep into your neck, all he needed was the feeling of your own arms around him, your face pressed against his chest

And just maybe if you listened close enough, you could hear what sounded like purring

KURAS

Hmm

Hmmmmm

I get the feeling that at first he would be caught off guard, not used to the feeling of someone clinging onto him so often

For some time he simply chuckles whenever you hug him and gives you a slightly awkward pat on the back before you pull away

But once he actually starts getting used to your affection, he’s more than happy to give it right back :>

Unlike the others who are fully prepared and have arms waiting for you, this tall man instead stands there with absolutely no intention of moving

He lets you run to him and pull him into a tight hold, paying no attention to what’s happening around him as he rests his hand on the small of your back, gently rubbing it

He never explicitly states that he loves or hates the hugs, but he does never pull away whenever you do it

If you happen to be at the clinic whenever he’s dealing with a patient and you wanted a hug he would tell you as gently as possible to wait a moment

“Give a minute would you my dear, I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Very soft but very firm <3

Does not give a fuck if other people say something about your excessive hugging

He’ll give them a harsh side eye but otherwise say nothing about it 

If there is any chance he wants a hug back, he won’t directly say it, but he will make it known he wants one

Walks up to you and simply says “my love” before grabbing you by the hand to pull you close

It’s sudden, but that doesn’t make it any less wholesome

The kind of man to let you run up and hug him with all of your strength and simply continue the conversation he was having

Imagine one rare night he decides to bring out his wings and wraps them around you to add to the hug

Probably one of the few cases where he’s brought out his wings that wasn’t for “other” reasons

VERE

Wheeewwww all I have to say is, good luck

If you thought Ais was bad with the teasing, Vere will do you one better

The second you wrap your arms around him it’s like he’s programmed to bully you

“Aw well isn’t someone feeling needy.”

He’s not pulling away, but that doesn’t mean he’s shutting up lmao

The first time you did it, he simply stood there. Ears pressed down as his tail was fluffed up

He didn’t know what to do. I don’t think this guy has gotten a genuine hug before

His first instinct was to push you away, but he couldn’t find it in himself to do that. You weren’t attacking him or anything, you were just, embracing him?

Once you did pull away he replaced his initial shock with a smirk, using his pointer finger to lift your chin and ask if you wanted to touch him that badly

It takes him longer than Kuras to get used to your affection, he’s probably only used to being touched if it’s sex related unfortunately

Prefers if you gently wrap your arms around him instead of running up and practically jumping on him

He’ll be damned before he looks like a fool in public

Pray for whoever decides to be brave enough to comment on your hugging because it can go two ways

Vere says fuck it and kills them right there

Or he sends them so many passive aggressive comments they just walk away reevaluating their life

Only HE can bully you

Takes him forever to start coming to you for comfort hugs

It would have been at least some time after you’ve known each other

One day he just straight up drags you away from what your doing, making sure it was just you and him

He then proceeds to damn near suffocate you with his hold, but after a few seconds you hug him back, both of you locked in place, his tail wagging in pure glee

He tells you to pretend it never happened but you can see the way his tail sways whenever you hug him again

MHIN

In all honesty, they are probably the first one to actually push you away the first time you hug them

Not used to physical affection at ALL but also does not desire it

They didn’t mean to be so forceful when they pushed you, they just genuinely weren’t expecting you to be so…so

Affectionate?

So when you run up and jump on them one day after they just finished hunting soulless their all like “⁉️⁉️”

When you look at them with concern they just tsk and look away

“At least ask first.”

Is fully aware of your hugger tendencies they just…don’t know what to do with that

For some time you do ask first if it’s okay to hug them, and they say yes, but then they proceed to just stand there stiff as a board as you love on them

But if anyone dares to bring up your clinginess their quick to snap back at them

ESPECIALLY if it’s anyone besides Kuras

Even if they don’t show it, they do appreciate you being willing to be physically affectionate in anyway

Especially after so many years of them being convinced that no one could love a monster

Also prefers if you would gently hug them than run up, but also wouldn’t mind the second thing

If you do then they just blush and flick you on the head

Because I have a feeling that they are someone that you cannot sneak up on so there’s a good chance they heard you coming💔

After a while (like a few months) they eventually get used to your constant hugging, so if there’s ever a day where you aren’t wrapped around them then they are quick to wonder if your okay

We love soft Mhin

On the very rare days that Mhin ever seeks out your hugs for comfort, they make sure that they make it count

Like Vere, pulls you aside so it’s just the two of you and simply gives you a tight squeeze, with their hand resting on the back of your head

After that pull away and then pretend nothing just happened but you can see the blush on their face <3

[kurasthetic]

21:26 - Kuras, Leander, Ais, Mhin, Vere

has; main five characters || reader in leander’s is called “pretty” || reader has long-ish hair in mhin’s, implied to be taller by an indeterminate amount || Leander jumpscare in Vere's, mention of something potentially (but not actually) being slipped in a drink, reader is shorter than Vere ||

REACHING OUT TO YOU;; the smallest moments can mean the most when they're giving what you’ve been robbed of your whole life (or, prompt roulette from this list)

Kuras

[ HOLD ]: while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

The Amaryllis district was always packed at night. There was nary a noiseless corner to be found in between dusk and dawn, a constant din of drunken chatter and laughter rumbling beneath every thought one could have. If you didn't have to live here, you'd avoid these streets as if they were infested with the plague. You weren’t the only one with apparent distaste for these streets; in front of you, Kuras picked his way deftly through the crowd. Even though he seemed to repel everything around him, people swerving clear of his personal space before knocking shoulder directly with you, there was a certain distaste hidden in his sluggish steps. You almost worried that every loose pebble risked sullying his pristine white coat, despite the fact that you’d seen it emerge from dirtier alleys unstained.

Unable to dodge the constant jostling of drunken bodies, you took to hiding your hands in your cloak. The heavy wool, normally a welcome and needed barrier against the cold night, was uncomfortably warm while you were caged in by sweltering body heat on all sides. Your shoulders were beginning to cramp from holding your hands so closely to your chest. No matter how tightly you wrapped your bandages or pulled barriers across your hands, there was an undying terror settling deep in your stomach at the slightest hint you might touch someone.

Huffing, you tried to shake away the negative thoughts. When you looked up again, you came to a sudden halt, nearly colliding with Kuras’ back. The slight shower of pebbles you kicked up all bounced and scattered around Kuras’ feet, missing him by sizable inches. You watched as he pulled something from an inner pocket of his outfit, a flash of white over his shoulder all you could see before he brought it in front of him and blocked your view. This close to Kuras, the people who parted to make a path for him also figured you into the equation, giving your battered arm a rest.

You were busy marveling at this when Kuras held his hand in front of you. Though you could feel his eyes on you, you didn’t look up to try and decipher what was going on in his mind. Instead, you stared at his hand, now in a thin white glove. Slowly, in disbelief, you patted yourself as if pockets would appear and produce what he was gesturing for.

Kuras laughed, though it came out in a single breath. He turned to face you and slowly reached for your cloak, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. When you didn’t protest, he reached for one of your hands and closed his gloved fingers around it with a smile.

You tried to pull away, but Kuras didn’t let you go. His grip tightened just enough to keep you in place and loosened the moment you stopped resisting. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, panic seizing your brain as your eyes kept darting from your hand in Kuras’, up to his golden gaze, and back down again. Kuras wore that endearing, teasing smile of his, watching you process with rapt attention. There wasn’t any time for you to be embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze while you were busy searching for even the slightest hint of madness.

When you were sufficiently calmed down, Kuras began leading you down the street again, offering no explanation. You kept your eyes on your hands joined together, the off-white of your bandages looking dirty and disheveled against the fabric of his gloves. Absently, you tried to remember him ever wearing them before. When did he get them? Why would he spring for fabric gloves in his line of work, especially ones that felt so thin and cheaply made?

…Did he buy them specifically to assuage your fear?

Unable to sit with those implications, you lifted your head and tried to gain your bearings, only to realize that Kuras was leading you down the wrong road. “Um…isn’t the Wet Wick that way?” You asked, pointing feebly in the direction you were referencing. 

Kuras looked down at you and smiled. “You’ve been studying with me all day and we didn’t take a break for food. Surely you must be hungry.”

“Oh, uh…” You felt for your coin purse, which was even lighter than when you first arrived in the city. Most of the places around the tavern knew to count you under Leander’s tab, but it still felt wrong to ask for more or offer his money to somebody else in the form of a meal. “I’m…good…”

But your traitorous stomach answered more truthfully, and Kuras’ smile sharpened knowingly. “My treat, of course. Will you join me?”

Once again, you looked at your hand and experimentally wiggled your fingers. Your bandages didn’t budge, and Kuras gave your fingers a gentle squeeze. Your previously panicked heart lurched again - this time for entirely different reasons.

“Lead the way,” you finally agreed, struggling to breathe past the erratic beating in your chest. 

You spent the rest of your night hand-in-hand with Kuras, only reluctantly parting when the tavern lights illuminated the pavement in front of you and the toes of your shoes.

Leander

[ SCAR ]: noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

There was a lot you didn’t know about Leander. It wasn’t that he kept to himself, just that he often focused the conversation on you. In a city reigned by secrecy and information, it was no wonder how Leander became the leader of the pack; if not for his friendly, easygoing approach to people, his knack for getting people to let down their guard and open up to him would surely have cemented his place at the top. 

You should’ve been wary of how his earnestness was so thin you could see straight through to the silent threat beneath. Those that hid in the shadow needed the element of surprise to succeed, but a beast who bared his fangs could all too willingly tear you to shreds. Of this, you were painfully aware. But you had also spent your entire life shying away from others, hiding in the shadows yourself, never revealing a thing because it always resulted in fear and scorn. Wanting to be known by someone had gone to your head, dizzying and addicting once you finally got that hit.

Perhaps that was why you found yourself in this position so frequently: your lips hot on Leander's, your knees on either side of his hips as you straddled him, one hand beneath his shirt and pressing his abdomen to the bed as if to keep him in place. You could feel his legs shifting behind you, excess energy spent in an effort not to appear too eager. Still, that didn't stop him from leaning into your palm the moment you reached your free hand to cup his face. Your bandages hadn't even come off yet, but to be able to touch someone like this - no fear of the bandages shifting, no looming threat of insanity - was a luxury you needed to grab before it was taken away.

For a brief moment, you pulled away, watching with something akin to pride at Leander's red face, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He half-opened one eye and whined once, short and sweet. You must look smug.

Before you could kean back down, Leander removed one of his hands from your waist, placing it above the one you used to cradle his face. Tenderly, he reluctantly moved your hand and began unraveling your bandages. The sick feeling twisted in your stomach again, years of torment conditioning you to lurch away. You might've, if it wasn't for the chaste, reassuring kisses Leander placed on every unwrapped knuckle as they came into view.

Shivering, you let him unwrap the layers on your other hand, too, careful not to let your now-exposed hand touch him. There was comfort in the certainty he tried to give you, but you couldn't let your walls fall down completely. The least you had to do was make sure he knew when you would be touching him. For absolute safety.

Noticing your reticence, Leander grinned at you and went to kiss your palm. He stopped, however, brow furrowing. A pit suddenly ripped open in your stomach, terror and regret and bile threatening to come out of your throat.

"What is this?" He asked, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Not cursed. Hesitantly, you pulled your hand away and inspected it with a scrutinizing squint. Although it took a moment, you finally saw what he was talking about: a faint scar, lighter than the rest of your skin, running from the base of your middle finger to the center of your palm. 

"I…don't know," you answered honestly. It could've been anything: when you tripped over an unruly pile of junk and caught yourself on the rough cobblestone, when you were inspecting a wildflower and were surprised by its thorns, or maybe you caught your skin on the unfinished headboard of your bed while you were asleep. You didn't remember having to replace torn bandages, but you were beginning to obsessively wrap them multiple times a day, now that you were in close contact with so many people.

Not liking your answer, Leander grabbed your hand and inspected it again. The tug was rough, much more forceful than he needed to be, and you winced in shock rather than pain. 

After he glared at your hand for a few more seconds, he finally softened. "Ah, forgive me for my intensity. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be brought to harm by anything."

"It's really not that bad," you tried to argue, but already you could feel the heady fog of desire clouding your brain.

"You don't have to protect anybody, you know?" He finally placed a gentle, lingering kiss on your palm like he originally planned, right in the center of the scar. "Let someone take care of you. Let me take care of you."

Ais

[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

Taverns were hardly a place of discomfort for you, especially considering how you now lived in one. Even if they were loud and too crowded for your liking, you didn't despise them. What you did hate was being thrown into intimidating uncharted waters in the middle of an already taxing night.

The tavern before you wasn't anything like the open and well-lit Wet Wick. The solid wood door just looked heavy, fitting so snugly in its frame that next to no light filtered out through the bottom. All the windows were tinted - or so dirty that no light could get through - and the walls were accented in red splotches that could have been blood just as easily as they could've been paint. The sign hung by one side of its chain attachments, the words so weathered and faded they were illegible. If not for the occasional noise from inside that was more roar than laugh, you would've assumed the building had been abandoned for years.

"What is this place?" You asked uncertainly.

"Tavern," Ais answered, grinning. When you gave him a withering look, he added, "Go to the Wet Wick when you want a drink. Go here when you want to get drunk."

Without answering your question, Ais stepped up and opened the door for you. You muttered something spiteful about how gentlemanly he was, pulled up the hood of your cloak, and stepped into the tavern.

Your eyes took a while to adjust to the low light. You could hear Ais step in behind you and the door slamming shut, shutting you in like the mouth of a cave after a collapse. Vague shadows, big and hulking and some inhuman, turned their attention towards you, some of the raucous merrymaking dying down to a curious din. In the narrow entryway, Ais only had enough room to stand directly behind you, his warmth permeating to your back even through your heavy cloak. While you darted your eyes around warily, Ais laughed, deep and right next to your ear.

"The hood makes you even more suspicious, sparrow," he advised. When you immediately tensed, he laughed again and pulled your hood down for you. "Look around. They're not going to hurt you."

"What?" you hissed through your teeth. "How can you be so sure?"

Ais only responded with a sweeping gesture. Hesitantly, you followed the movement with your eyes and surveyed the room again. Most of the patrons had lost interest in your arrival, their eyes no longer on you. Still, nearly every pair you came across were bright red, almost glowing and exactly like Ais'. The few monsters in the tavern were less imposing than you thought: most were largely human like Ais and only had stray tails or extra eyes to mark their otherness. Out of the rest of the patrons, though, some had gaping injuries, clear displays of what had been so dreadful they found it worth trading their sanity for peace. 

"She's over there," Ais suddenly said, pointing to a booth in the corner. In your excitement, you had almost forgotten that you were here to follow a lead on a curse similar to yours. Still, you found yourself glued to your spot. Even if you weren't in danger, you could tell you weren't welcome, either.

Something warm pressed firmly against your lower back, prodding you forward. You gasped, twisting around to see Ais staring back at you flatly and his hand on your back. He guided you forward, expertly maneuvering you so that you avoided colliding with the aimlessly swaying bodies around you. You allowed him to push you forward, focusing your attention instead on suppressing the tingling-warm fluster climbing up your face.

Out of nowhere, a buff monster collided with you. You stumbled to the side, sucking in a breath through your teeth. They had stepped on your foot, much denser than the average human. Ais straightened you out carefully, glaring at the monster until they mumbled a meaningless apology and stalled away.

"You good?" He asked quietly, hands on your shoulders and breath tickling your ear. You nodded.

"I can take a little shove."

"Good, 'cause these folks would eat you alive if you couldn't." Then he resumed pushing you forward, careful not to let a single soul touch you or your clothes.

Mhin

[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

“Do you just walk around with your brain entirely shut off?”

Mhin was practically dragging you along the darkened streets of Lowtown, their grip firm on your upper arm. Trying to wrench your arm free, you wound up staggering behind them, tripping clumsily over the noisy and thick soles of your shoes.

“I’m sorry,” you responded, more exasperated than remorseful. In the dark, while preoccupied with Mhin's aggressive attitude, you couldn't pay much attention to the ground beneath your feet. The uneven cobblestone had yet to become familiar, the bottoms of your shoes catching on a raised stone or slipping on loose pebbles. 

Mhin veered to the side suddenly and wordlessly, leading to you tripping over a large pile of trash. You yelped, flailing out your arms with enough strength that they finally released you. Huffing all the while, you patted yourself down, brushing stray dirt off of your clothes and hoping nothing untoward had cakes itself on your boot.

"If you don't shut up, another soulless will come for you and I won't waste my energy doing anything about it," Their silhouette shifted in the dark as they crossed their arms. You suppressed a growl deep in your chest.

"Then why don't you just let it?" You asked, voice thin and serrated.

"Well- I wasn't helping you! I was just doing work. If anything, you were in my way."

Mhin didn't speak much, but sometimes, they had lots to say when they were chewing you out. You gritted your teeth, already worn out from this charade. "You don't wanna help me? Fine. I can find my way back without you. Go collect your pay or whatever and leave me alone."

A beat passed before Mhin spat back at you. "Fine."

They practically stomped away, footsteps much heavier and a bit slower than usual. Normally they could slip out of eyesight without you even noticing, but now they were lingering. Part of you wanted to stay angry with them, but another part was uninterested in potentially burning bridges over something inconsequential. With a curse beneath your breath, you followed after them.

"Mhin," you called, but they didn't turn around. They might've tensed, but it was difficult to see in the dark. You tried again. "Mhin!"

Still nothing. Sighing, you sped up your pursuit, nearly catching up to them beneath the light of one of the street lanterns. The lights were far too spread out to be of any use against monsters, but finding yourself in the focus of the yellow warmth was comforting enough for you to raise your voice again. "Hey, could you listen to me when I'm talking to you?"

"You-" Mhin whirled around, their temper so hot that, for a moment, the red in their eyes seemed to glow. Instinctively you flinched back, tugging your cloak around your shoulders as if it was a coat of armor. Their snarl melted away, leaving them to stare blankly at you for a moment. You wondered what was going through their mind when you couldn’t see a smart remark ready to tumble off their tongue. 

With their stone eyes on you, a warmth started climbing up your entire body and settling at your cheeks. Their gaze wavered slightly, no longer piercing and sharp. Instead, they watched as you shrunk back into your cloak like it could save you. Heaving a harsh, heavy sigh, they closed the distance between you, fully intending on shaking you by the shoulders. Their body had a mind of its own, though, and they found themselves reaching a hand up to carefully stroke your hairline, drawing a tender line from temple to chin. You gulped; their eyes narrowed. “Are you afraid of me?”

You laughed humorlessly. “I am not.”

Roughly, they grabbed your chin and forced you to bend so you’d be closer to eye level. They wanted to bite back, say something about your attitude around someone who killed a soulless that almost killed you, but it finally registered how warm your skin was beneath theirs. This wasn’t that usual warmth that made them shiver with a thrill - it was much more intense. It wasn’t until their own face began to heat up that they realized exactly what they were feeling.

Sputtering for a moment, they let go of your face and jumped backwards in the way of a startled cat. Mhin huffed as they straightened out non-existant wrinkles in their clothing, finishing by pulling their hood over their head. “You are far too reckless for your own good.”

Without waiting for you to gather your wits, they turned on their heel and hurriedly stalked away. Once in the shadows, they spared a final, passing glance at your frozen form, needing to fight the urge to reach out for you once more.

Vere

[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

You sometimes wondered what Vere was doing, hanging around the Wet Wick after spending cumulative hours complaining about the drinks, the ambience, the crowd, the presence of Leander… 

Usually, you could see him sitting beside Ais, able to use that singular presence as excuse enough to stay. But tonight he was alone when you walked into the crowded tavern, swirling a glass with a bored expression on his face. You weren’t exactly looking to spend the night with him, but before you even had time to decide if you’d spare a polite greeting or try to duck up to your room, one of Vere’s ears twitched and he easily turned his head your way. His expression barely changed - Vere didn't do the chasing unless he was looking to kill - until you started to make your way towards him. Then he grinned, fangs sharp and on display. 

Wordlessly, you followed his invitation, stopping just short of the stool beside him. Perched upon his own seat, Vere could look down his nose at you, tail swishing lazily behind him and nearly knocking a glass off the bar. The smug pull of his lips and draw of his brows made your own stomach twist with something warm and heavy.

"Come on, make yourself comfortable," Vere patted the empty stool lightly, as if you couldn't tell exactly what his invitation was. You shook your head.

"What do you want, Vere?" There was none of the intended malice or fatigue in your voice, and Vere seemed undeterred by your frosty demeanor. Instead, he twisted his arm behind himself and presented a glass of red wine, held between your bodies like a peace offering. 

"Don't tell me you're making me drink by myself. That's a little pathetic, don't you think?" 

"Are you telling me you were sitting here looking pathetic before I came along?" Tentatively, you took the glass and eyed it suspiciously. In the corners of your vision, you spotted bright green eyes glowering in your direction. Leander was staring at Vere and the drink in your hand as if it had personally offended him. When he realized you were watching him, he instantly brightened up and nodded, as if to say 'that one's okay.' Content that Vere hadn't slipped you anything, you sighed and took a sip.

Vere's gaze slid cooly in the direction you were staring, his smile crumbling into a grimace when he saw who was watching you. When Vere was happy, his fangs looked enticing, but seeing them when he was angry only reminded you that they were made to rip out throats, not just nibble. He jumped down from his stool then, guiding you to the opposite end of the room to put as many bodies between you and Leander as possible.

"Waiting for a friend and getting wasted on your own are two entirely different things," Vere muttered in your ear. His hand tightened on the fabric of your cloak, sharp fingernails like claws ghosting over your back. You couldn't quite tell what his intentions were with you; it seemed that he was bored, and you were merely his favorite plaything.

Trying to get a read on him, you studied Vere from the corner of your eye. His ears were relaxed, his eyes bright and alert, his tail languidly flicking side to side. Your eyes followed the line of his neck, the curl of his hair, down his slim torso and to his long stretch of leg. Your eyes stopped for a moment on that swath of exposed thigh, noticing the way all of his straps and garters pressed gently into his skin. Slowly, your eyes fell all the way to the ground and back up, lingering at his lips, his fangs, that damned grin. Somehow, your cursory glance turned into an ogling session.

When your eyes finally settled on his again, it was clear that Vere realized way before you.

Rather than pull away like your instincts screamed to do, you narrowed your eyes and held his gaze. Pleased, you briefly saw the corners of his lips quirk as he laughed. Two slender fingers trailed your jawline before the pads of them pressed into your chin, forcing your head to tilt back just a bit. He leaned in teasingly, tauntingly, testing the waters to see just how far you'd let him go. This wasn't what you wanted - was it? - but you refused to let your eyes leave his face for even a second, even though you should have known better.

After all, if you play a game of chicken against a fox, you're sure to be devoured.

[owlespresso]

warnings. spice below the cut.

Ais is languid with his affection, most of the time. The hot hands that envelop your waist move sluggish even as conform to the shape of your hips and squeeze. The rabbit hearted part of you, the part that knows you are prey, gives a trembling exhale. His sharp fangs trail against the delicate skin of your throat as he breathes you in.

"Why are you still so afraid of me." He asks, mildly annoyed. It doesn't really sound like a question. He drops his chin into the crook of your neck, sounding flat and unamused. He gives you another pointed squeeze, grip sliding to your thighs. You can feel the heat of him through your trousers, and swallow despite yourself.

"I'm not afraid," you grumble miserably, plopping your hands atop his own. Your fingers run over his knuckles and he sighs, cheek pressing against the side of your throat, nuzzling there like an overly affectionate cat. You can't help it. You stiffen. Being kept so close, after a lifetime of minimal touch, by a being so obviously built to kill, wracks the survival instincts you've spent your life building up.

Ais snorts derisively. His fingers tease at the waistband of your pants.

"Even Mhin's a better liar than you. I'm almost impressed," he continues. "That's a part of your charm, though. Just like the rest of your shitty personality."

Broad digits slide beneath the snuggly fabric like they belong there. You squeal. The sound reverberates off the walls of the Seaspring. There's the slightest of ripples across the crimson surface, waters lapping against the wooden pillars.

Your trembling hands grasp his wrist, sliding over the broad muscle of his forearms as he slicks his fingers over the fabric of your panties. A jolt of errant pleasure rocks up your spine. He grinds the fabric over your wet folds and your body sings, cunt throbbing with each pointed caress. Your hips jerk, and your toes curl in your steel-toed boots.

He hums, self-satisfied, and for once you are glad you cannot see the look on his face.

[lu-dao-writes]

Fucking With Danger (Ais x Reader) (Car Sex)

Synopsis Maybe not the brightest idea, but at least you’re having fun!

Warning(s) Car sex, mentions of Ais’s life but it’s very non detailed, some jealousy, modern au.

A/N None!

You’ve always had your head screwed on right. You were nothing but a well-behaved citizen of society, and you knew you never wanted to involve yourself in anything foolish or dangerous. 

But that soon changed the moment Ais, a gangster in the city, came into your life. 

You met him when you were taking the trash out at the nightclub you work at, and he had just seemingly got done with beating someone’s lights out and was happily smoking a cigarette.

You had awkwardly, and nervously offered him some ice for his knuckles, and the rest was history. You both became entangled.

Ais wasn’t a bad guy, he just lived dangerously for a good cause. 

Sure, you now got a target on your back, but your love for Ais keeps you rooted to him. 

“I’m heading out,” you tell your boss, Leander.

“Alright. Do you need a ride?”

“Nah, I got one.”

Leander gives you a slight look of disapproval and disappointment. “You’re still hanging around Ais..?”

“Well, yeah,” you reply, trying not to sound defensive.

  Leander has been more than just a boss to you. He’s picked you up from your lowest, and with his kindness and generosity, you’ve been able to thrive.

“Alright,” Leander sighs. “You know my number if you need anything.”

You open your mouth to assure him, but you’re interrupted.

“Sparrow won’t need to do that when I’m around.” 

Ais slings an arm around you, smiling at you adoringly. It makes you smile back. 

Leander gives Ais a strained smile before reluctantly walking away to tend to more customers.

You head out to the alley where his car was parked after getting your belongings from your locker. 

You two don’t, however, leave right away. 

Instead, Ais fucks himself up into you, his balls slapping your skin repeatedly, one hand gripping your wrists tightly.

“It’s silly how wonder boy clings to you,” Ais says huskily in your ear. “You’ll never need anything from him when you have me~.”

And all you do is moan your precious little heart out. 

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Since this is ts year I’ve been wanting to get back into writing hcs for the cast! >:] this was the first idea that came to mind I hope you enjoyyy !!

How The Ts Cast would comfort You After A Nightmare

Warnings: uhhh ?? Probably ooc ?? Mentions of smoking since—Ais- a lil suggestive in vere’s but i think that’s it!!

Notes: Gn mc, fluff, somewhat of established relationships??

Leander:

Leander notices your unease before you’re even fully awake. He doesn’t usually sleep, even with your head on his chest. (Or vice versa) He relaxes in your presence, yes, but he can’t force his eyes to shut.

He feels you shift, sees your brows furrow, and knows something isn’t right.

He loves nothing more than being the first person you see after a nightmare. The first person that gets to comfort you.

He will use the fact he can touch your hands to its full advantage.

Takes them and puts his cheeks in your palms. Leaning slightly over you so you can fiddle with his hair.

Will definitely bring your hand to his chest too, “Listen to my heartbeat. I’m here. You’re here. We’re safe. You’re safe with me.”

Hm hm so sweet

Still don’t trust anything he says

Further into your relationship, you can convince him to sing to you.

His deep voice (which I’m still processing btw he did NOT give me deep voice vibes) lulls you into a peaceful rhythm. You can -feel- every note leave his chest, his hands tracing circles on your spine.

If he can get you to talk about what you dreamt about, he’d tell you that he’ll protect you from whatever is bothering you.

You can trust him to be stronger than what or who you’re frightened of. You just have to trust him.

Ais

Ahhh, comfort is not his thing. Or he doesn’t think it is.

But he understands, at least.

He knows what it’s like struggle with nightmares. I’m imagining having dreams in a hive mind is the absolute WORST

He’ll most likely tell you to get up and walk around. Probably come out and have a smoke with him. Get the night air on your face, get your mind grounded.

He’s the opposite of Leander in the sense he won’t ask what you had a nightmare about. He knows to give you space.

He will listen if you do want to talk about it though.

He’s there for you, a steady presence that is just comforting to be around. And he’ll listen for as long as you need. Or just stand by you until you’re ready for sleep again.

Will make you tea once you’re back inside, to warm you up.

“Calms the brain down.” He says as he hands you a cup.

You know he’s talking from experience.

Princess doesn’t leave your side when she notices you’re upset. She’ll put her head on your lap as you drink your tea, offering—not exactly *fur* therapy (idk what…soulless have?) but comfort nonetheless.

If you stay up the rest of the night, Ais is up with you. By the end of the night you have a blanket over your shoulders, an empty cup of tea and a small sense of ease.

Kuras

Still unsure if he sleeps? But if you’re together he won’t argue against sleeping in bed with you.

Similar in a way to Ais, in how he’ll give you a cup of tea and advise things that helps you ground yourself.

Helps you mediate, or just simply clear your mind.

He’ll hold your bandaged hands, and you can feel the warmth despite the barrier.

Soft voice telling you to find five things you can see if the nightmare sent you into a panic attack.

If you’re restless after you wake up, he’ll propose you take a night-time stroll with him.

Will ask you once what you dreamt about, with the intent of knowing how to help you, but if you don’t want to talk about it he won’t pry.

His presence is an anchor, and after just a short amount of time you’re feeling peaceful.

He will try to help you get back to sleep, as a full rest is important. And it’s surprisingly easy to slip back into unconsciousness when you lay next to him. A protective arm around you, the smell of his hair .

You know the comforting feeling of warm water on your hands when you wake up super early? Thst kinda makes you wanna dose off again? That’s the same vibe his aura gives.

Your dreams are full of light when you manage to shut your eyes again.

Mhin

Don’t have anything for this one because if I was sleeping next to Mhin nightmares aren’t what I’m having okay okay

Just kidding I have quite a few ideas 😇

Like Ais, Mhin doesn’t really know how to comfort. At least not anymore.

In fact, taking in Mhin’s character I’ll say you weren’t at the stage yet where you were sleeping together (😖💔)

My vision is this

You awake from your nightmare, panting, sweat rolling down your skin, and you just need to get out.

You go wherever your feet take you, desperately needing fresh air. The walls are too tight, the presence of strangers in the same building as you is suddenly nauseating. (Real.)

You don’t even really know where you’re going, and don’t get snapped out of your haze till you hear a familiar scolding voice. (Baby ur my angggggellll)

“I thought I told you to stay off the streets at night.”

Now whether you tell them you had a nightmare or not, Mhin still notices something’s up.

And though you aren’t at the ‘sleeping together’ stage, you are still steadily trusting each other.

Mhin takes you to the one place they know is a comfort. The alley with most of Eridia’s stray cats.

Fur therapy babyyyy !

After you spend some time with the cats, possibly opening up to Mhin, they then follow you back just to make sure ur stupid butt gets home safely.

But but hhhh

Okay okay listen, you know how Mhin knows anatomy ??

Well they also know the exact pressure points on your body that can calm down your mind.

Their… THEIR hands showing you where to PrESs hhhhr (sorry the beast is winning, I can’t control it)

A pleasant coldness against your skin, the barest touch on your neck when they show you the point under your collarbone.

Before they leave, they slip your covers over your shoulders. And when they think you’re asleep, they leave you with a gentle kiss on the forehead. ☹️

Vere

Ahhh vere vere vere…my arch nemesis…

Now okay- YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE

Soft vere 🥺

Maybe you’re at the point in your relationship when he only sleeps well when he can smell your scent, feel you near. Hear your heartbeat merging with his.

Sleeping with vere is very secure, perhaps a bit possessive, his most gentle also his most violent.

His grip is tight around you, claws sometimes digging uncomfortably into your back. Like he expects someone to come pry you out of his hands.

But his tail is also a comforting weight, gentle as he wraps it around you.

Like leander, he knows instantly when you’re having the nightmare. He lets out a growl as you shift, but it’s not at you specifically (well- maybe a LITTLE because ur kinda throwing off his beauty sleep) but more at whatever must be scaring you.

When he wakes up, notices it’s a nightmare, he feels annoyed he can’t actually fight anyone.

I’m noticing a pattern in the fact not many of the cast knows how to comfort lmaohshshsh

He may make a few flirty remarks “We could always do something to distract you, my dear.”

And hey if that works that works but I’m scared of that close of intimacy so I have a different thought in mind

Side note do you think vere is the type to use ‘my dear?’ I really can’t tell if he’s the type to use that or ‘darling’ for some reason it doesn’t fit in my eyes

ANYWAY

I do think either way he uses something to distract you. He tells you stories about his day, about his life—you honestly can’t tell if the tales are real or not.

But some of them get you laughing

…you also get to pet his ears <333

Idk if foxes purr but he does get so cozy he makes whatever the fox equivalent is.

Holds you somehow closer when you’re back asleep. And it may be silly but he can’t go back to sleep because of how angry he is that isn’t at full power.

You should have nothing to fear when you’re with him. Well, other than him himself.

If your nightmare was a product of someone who hurt you, they are now on his ‘will eat once free’ list.

Annnd there we have it !!! I hope you enjoyed !! <3 I’m still pretty rusty but hopefully I’ll get back into a small groove ! (Ignore HOW MHIN’S WAS A LIL LONGER THAN THE OTHERS.)

I hope you eat your favorite treat, see a really cool bug, (unless ur scared of them) and spot a heart somewhere in nature!

[thithesandofferings]

How Touchstarved are they?

~A/N: Random Headcanon. Dont look at me. Came from this excerpt.

~Tags: MDNI 18+. G!Reader. Little sprinkle of Yandere (I mean its Leander come on). Fingering. Overstimming. Orgasm Denial. Everyone is a little pouty and its kinda cute.

Ais

Ais is fine touching you…but only when its on his terms. If you go out of your way to give him affection, he will freeze. And become suspicious. He's going to do all he can to not show you how affected he actually is. But despite his slight avoidance, he likes the game you play and wants to always up the stakes (Even if you have no idea that you're playing the game. You just gave him a hello in greeting). You brush his arm when asking a question, then he's backing you against the wall and kissing you until you forget your question. It was invasive anyways- he probably wasn't gonna answer it. A forehead kiss? Well you're getting fingered in the alleyway behind the bar. He'll cover your mouth cause he wants you to hear the slick sounds of your hole as he gives your g-spot the kiss it deserves. Anyways, don't do anything if you dont want the consequences.

Leander

Leander touch borders on starvation. He pulls and prods and grasps at whatever he can. He thinks he's going to lose you, and its not a sorrowful pitiful feeling. Its targeted, jealousy bleeding from his mouth to yours- and he wants everything you have. Leander borders on overstimming you at every cost. Making you sob from fucking his fingers inside you over and over. He complains that he's touch starved, but you know deep down its more than that. Hunger bleeds into his magic when he's near you. Gets him in the mood to eat you out. No he wont be done with just one or two…or three… There isnt a spell in the world that can stop him from putting his mouth on you. He's greedy and you're his. Fingerprints embedding into your hips and its a staple piece, he gets absolutely pouty when they start to fade. Doesn't ask when he bites into your shoulder hard he murmurs seemingly innocent apologies. He cant help it, he has to.

Mhin

Abhors it. Or so they say. Literally runs from touch as much as possible. At least in the beginning. Shivers wrack their body differently when you brush past them. Hides away for days when you kiss them all over their face. Rubbing your hands down their back will unfortunately get you put on your back. Legs held down and spread as they grumble about how you're too comfortable with touching them. They dont say to stop. Nor are they ever going to say they're grateful. Please do not sit in their laps, pressing up against them as you put your fingers in their hair. Mhin is going to make you stay. It's okay, be good and just take what they give you. Doesnt matter if you're the one crying by the end of it.

Vere Wait because touching means nothing to him really. He's desired by many. But one day he notices how much you mean to him. If you get him to the point of feeling safe. Well he's all over you. Hand on every part of you all the time. You're practically stuck at the hip. Mentioning it will give you a funny quip, but a murderous stare. Not above fucking you in public when someone approaches you in a way he doesn't like. Makes you sit on his cock- hand around your throat, making sure that the plebeian that even graced your presence watches as you take every inch. Gasping out his name is not enough. He wants you louder than the bar patrons bellows of laughter. Grins when he can see people trying hard not to look, the group coughing and adjusting. Just makes his hips bridge into you faster.

Kuras

Kuras has no need for touch. He seems a bit above it. But he can see that you need it. And oh…well thats interesting isn't it? How long can you go without his touch he wonders. Nonchalantly avoids you in disguise of being "busy". His eyes darkening when he can see the need for him in your eyes. Likes that you're starting to shake and even snap at him. Can't really blame him for giving up when you start to paw at his robes begging for anything he can give you. All he has to do is close his hands over yours and he can see the visceral relief in your eyes…and that does something to Kuras. Likes that you clench so tight around him, wet gasps and hiccupping tear reign supreme even over his coos of acknowledgement. Thinking maybe its unsightly for him to feel this sort of pleasure, especially when he pauses just as youre about to come. Rubbing the tears of your flushed face, hushing you. Telling you he's going to give exactly what you want. Just ask for it. Beg for it even. He wonders how far he can go next time. Wonders what you'll do if he pulled out and left you right there. Hmm. Maybe next time.

[toxintouch]

Started out as an elaborate “draw me like one of your French girls” joke and spiraled outta control from there... @lu-dao-writes posted the same scenario in their Kinktober 2024 and they were kind enough to give me their blessing to post my take! Please check out their fics as well!  If this scenario in particular interests you, I rec you this post! :3

Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || VERE x AIS x Reader

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Vere, Dacryphilia (Tears)* + Cockwarming + Size Difference + Consensual Voyeurism. Power Play. (Some feral monsterfucking spice sprinkled v lightly on top.) [*original challenge prompt, randomizer used.]

OTHER INFO: “You” pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia for both POV Character and Vere but Ais has a dick. Reader is the receiving partner in penetrative sex.

“Hmm, hold that pose,” Vere purrs.

Ais huffs a hot breath into your face as he freezes above you.  His brows furrow, mouth twisting into a determined grimace as he grits his teeth.  His forearms tense hard where they are resting on either side of you, fingers flexing against the silken sheets.

You can feel him pulsing inside of you.  A hot, insistent ache.

You try to relax, try to breathe through it but the lack of movement makes you hyper aware of every inch, the raw feeling of him stretching you open, the way your body twitches so sickly-sweet with the effort.  You inhale a slow, shaking breath, chest trembling, and shut your eyes in an attempt to block out some of the sensations—the clawing need gnawing at your core.

“Eyes open, darling,” Vere corrects you, tone somewhere firmly between scolding and teasing.  “And turn your face back towards Ais.  I’m trying to capture the moment .”  Your heart is pounding in your ears but you can hear Vere’s smooth, sly voice with perfect clarity.  Ais is an overwhelming force but Vere is a magnetic presence; no matter how caught up in each other you and Ais can get, Vere will always command attention without effort.

You turn your chin as requested, only to be caught in Ais’ gaze

(Caught and breathless–the same way you were when he was bullying his thick length into your hole, thrusting sharply and sighing in satisfaction, his fingers still at work massaging and pressing and stroking as he sunk into you inch by inch; he'd prepared you until your entrance was puffy and swollen, sopping with thick, medicinal smelling lube and he still had to take his time.  Fucking you slowly until you could take all of him.  And then, the moment you finally could...)

“Hmm, that's better.  Stay just like that.  Let me see those pretty expressions.”  You hear Vere adjusting his heavy vellum paper.  The glide of quick, clever lines being drawn.

You maintain eye contact with Ais, drunk off his breath, his body, the very essence of him, hovering so close above you, and are utterly unprepared to meet his intensity.  The way he looks at you like he’s seconds from devouring you, barely held in check by the challenge that Vere has laid before him.  Before both of you.

You bite into your lower lip as you shift involuntarily, oversensitive nerves still riding the throbbing of Ais’ dick.  He’s so fucking thick and girthy that he presses at the soft spot inside you without even trying. The angry pulse of him is a gratifying thrum, stoking your aching heat by way of mere burgeoning contact.

His cock gives another strong twitch and your insides clench around him.  He feels so fucking good–you almost think you might be able to come like this, if you can get your body to keep on clenching like that. 

—Almost.

Your next breath comes out as a sob.  There’s a high pitched whine building at the base of your throat and your lashes are wet when you blink.

A monstrous snarl escapes Ais’ lips, one that you can feel even more than you can hear, the vibration of it echoing through your body everywhere you're pressed against him.  The pinnacle between your thighs pulses with it, and your toes curl involuntarily as an errant tear runs down your cheek.  Ais is shaking, sweat dampening his face, his pupils expanding and contracting rapidly, his eyes locked on you as he barely holds himself back.  “Sparrow,” he says, gravel in his tone. 

You say his name in return, your head tipping involuntarily, bearing the softness of your throat, faded marks from both your lovers decorating your skin.  You hear the sheets rip below you, torn into shreds where Ais’ nails have dug into them.

Vere sighs pointedly.  You hear him stop his work, tap his charcoal against the paper as if he’s not entirely satisfied with the scene in front of him.  He pauses for a long time, leaving you both in limbo.

When he moves, it’s to stand.  To saunter over to you both.  You’re pinned beneath Ais, unable to look away, but you can feel Vere’s shadow fall over you just before his hand touches your face, forcing your eyes to his as he catches a crystalline tear with his index finger.

“Shame,” he says, dipping his fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up the taste of your tears, lavishing the digits with his tongue.  You whine out a desperate, quiet note just from watching his tongue at work and he basks knowingly in the attention.  “I really thought I could get you both crying.”  He smiles dangerously once his fingers have left his mouth. 

He uses them to drag a wet path down Ais' spine.  “Oh, but the night is still young.  Perhaps I may still think of something that will do the trick...”

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦"Kinktober Speedrun & Other Gratuitous (TOUCHSTARVED) Smut" on Ao3

[touchstarvedbbg]

hi, may I request about (gender neutral) mc who always avoids eye contact when talking to anyone and LI's reaction about that (for more specifics: mc have scopophobia)

Oooh, yes! Can do!

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Touchstarved LIs x Reader who avoids eye contact headcanons

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Pairing: Vere, Leander, Ais, Main, and Kuras x reader

Triggers: Nope!

Other notes: this work is completely SFW!

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Vere

|🩰| He’d be teasing about it, sarcastically asking if you’re “too afraid to look at somebody as good looking as him”

|🩰| Once he realizes it’s not an awkward first-meeting type of deal, and is instead something you actually avoid like the plague (which happens somewhat quickly, he is perceptive despite his.. less than intelligent choices) he’d be slightly less teasing about it.

|🩰| That’s not to say he wouldn’t still do it, because Vere totally would tease you from time to time.

|🩰| Tries to get you to look at him quite often, maybe it’s him genuinely trying to help, or maybe he thinks it’s cute or entertaining that you can’t hold eye contact with him.

|🩰| “Look at me, (Name). Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

|🩰| Vere knows better than to force you to look at him for long though, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable around him because of it.

|🩰| He really does like seeing your eyes though, so he’d try to find ways to help (In his own way, at least.)

|🩰| Usually it irks him when people stare at his ears for too long, but if that’s how he’s able to get you to look up at him when you’re talking, so be it.

|🩰| would purposely move his ears around more (like how a dog does when it’s listening!) in order to get your attention on him and off of the floor or the world around you.

Leander

|🩰| It takes him a while to pick up on it, especially if you meet over drinks. The slightly dim surroundings of the room around you making it harder to notice you avoiding eye contact.

|🩰| Once he sees you out of that setting, Leander would eventually come to the realization that you genuinely cannot make eye contact with him to save your life.

|🩰| Doesn’t bring it up directly in order to avoid making it awkward.

|🩰| Tries to see if having a few drinks would loosen you up, if that doesn’t work, he’d try to find other ways to coax you out of your shell. Maybe you’re just shy?

|🩰| When you do look up at him, he always compliments the way your eyes look. The way that your expression changes at the compliment is adorable.

|🩰| Tries to make you as comfortable as possible, finding things you like doing, the more you come out of your shell, the more likely you are to actually look up, right?

|🩰| Leander would go as far as to act a fool in front of you, trying to make you laugh at some of his antics.

|🩰| Sure, he loves the way that your eyes look, the way that they compliment every part of your being, but what he genuinely loves more than anything is the fact that you’re comfortable enough with him to look into his eyes is enough.

Ais

|🩰| Sort of a mixture between Leander and Vere, if that makes sense. Sure he’d be teasing about it, but he’d also try to loosen you up a bit. Whether it be through drinks, things you like doing, anything.

|🩰| Would probably ask Kuras if he’d have any clue while he’s helping out at the clinic. He’d never mention your name directly to avoid any awkward interactions.

|🩰| Totally would lift your chin with his hand, smirking at the way you immediately try to look away. Ais would keep it there for a while before eventually letting go and offering you a drink to ease the mood.

|🩰| While Ais does want to see your eyes more often, he also does enjoy the way that you’re almost too intimidated to look at him directly. Sure, he doesn’t want to actually scare you, but subconscious acts of submission do fuel his ego, even if only a little bit.

|🩰| Ais definitely finds your timid nature cute, finding ways to get you to look up at him before turning away all flustered. He loves being able to get a rise out of you like that, along with being able to see the way you look up at him in shock whenever he tries a risky move or two.

|🩰| Along with Vere, Ais is rather bold- this would definitely be more obvious with him though (as mentioned above).

|🩰| Alongside Mhin, Ais would be one of the most likely to simply leave you be once he realizes how much he truly enjoys being able to fluster you. Unlike Mhin, however, Ais does it because he genuinely finds the fact that you are unable to look up at him endearing in a way.

Mhin

|🩰| Mhin seems like the type to dislike holding eye contact with other people themselves, so it wouldn’t be until after the two of you got to know each other quite well that they would take notice to your inability to look straight at them.

|🩰| Mhin, though very perceptive, doesn’t pick up on your lack of eye contact because of theirs a majority of the time. Unlike you, however, they variate between that and holding eye contact a little too well.

|🩰| They do ask about it occasionally, trying to figure out exactly why you basically refuse to look directly at anyone.

|🩰| They certainly wouldn’t push you to change it, though, allowing you to come out of your shell (or don’t, they genuinely enjoy your company without serious eye contact).

|🩰| On occasions when you’re comfortable enough to hold eye contact with them, Mhin never mentions it (god forbid they embarrass you and make you look away, you do have pretty eyes.)

|🩰| They do enjoy the rare moments you look at them though, a small smile cracking through their usually rather cold and rough exterior.

|🩰| Mhin would never try anything too brash, both out of fear or embarrassing you, but also because they recognize that sometimes it takes a long time to trust a person. You can take all the time you need, and they would gladly wait for you.

Kuras

|🩰| Kuras is used to people staring at his eyes for a long time (likely due to their piercing golden color that is almost nonexistent amongst humans.) That is why, when you wont even hold eye contact with him for more than a moment, he picks up incredibly quickly.

|🩰| Whether or not he means to be like this (one can only guess, he does lack emotional tact.), Kuras is not at all subtle in his attempts to get you to look at him directly.

|🩰| “Why do you avoid eye contact, (name)? Certainly it would be more professional to look other people in the eyes.”

|🩰| Kuras doesn’t mean to be rude with his bluntness, though he quickly realizes what he said could be taken as him criticizing you. After he catches himself once or twice, he does genuinely try to be more empathetic (albeit struggles)

|🩰| Works with you to find ways to make it seem like you’re making eye contact for when you would need it, things like looking at the bridge of somebodies nose, their eyebrows, whatever makes it easier for you.

|🩰| When you do occasionally look up at him directly, he finds himself staring silently for a while into your eyes. It’s very rare that he shows a genuine, non-teasing grin, but in those moments he is genuinely smiling because of you.

|🩰| Kuras is usually such a confident person, but seems like the type to struggle giving genuine sounding compliments. As such, he very rarely does mention how beautiful he finds your eyes. Instead, you find him subconsciously staring just a little longer than he normally does at your eyes, cheeks slightly reddened. He’s not very vocal about it, but Kuras does make it obvious that he finds you lovely in his own way.

[mothinkling]

how would the LIs react to a high/drunk mc

can be romantic or platonic!

no specific scenario, either they found mc in that state or was with them when they got high/drunk

DRUNK TOO MUCH (TOUCHSTARVED X GN!READER HC)

Summary: Getting drunk with/around the TS cast.

TW: Mentions of mild coercion, dubious consent and intoxication.

A/N: This was way too fun to think about, I really hope in the full-release we do actually have an option to get drunk because that'd be hilarious.

Vere; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

♡ Oh, how pathetic are you? somehow managing to get wasted off some cheap, watered-down drinks at the Wet Wick.

♡ Even when he's softened from champagne, he still manages to keep his dignity.

♡ Although at least someone knew how to have a good time, unlike a certain two other limp-dicks who seemed incapable of loosening up.

♡ He'd coerce you into doing the stupidest shit imaginable, his cunning and sly words working tenfold in your intoxicated state.

♡ Unless you're out in public with him, he won't soil his reputation for your idiotic antics.

♡ Despite the fact he'd be flirtier and much bolder with his words, especially if he's also drunk as well, he wouldn't actually take you upstairs.

♡ He'd rather you beg for him fully conscious, there's a lot more humiliation in how desperate you are when you're completely sober. <3

♡ He's too pretentious to down anything other than brandy drinks, which doesn't leave much for a party buzz.

♡ 6/10 drinking buddy.

Ais; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

♡ He thinks it's absolutely hilarious, was likely the one to encourage it in the first place.

♡ He's also very competitive, chances are he'll take it as a competition to get just as wasted as you, even if his alcohol tolerance is much higher.

♡ Doesn't matter if it was a challenge, you're about to be plunged into a drinking game, whether you like it or not.

♡ He won't make you try any of the disgusting concoctions Leander cooks up, he doesn't really care if you're getting wasted on expensive shots or cheap vodka, as long as you consume a ton of it.

♡ And if you're looking to do stupid shit, he's right behind you; but at least he'll be somewhat mindful that you don't hurt yourself.

♡ He'd enjoy if you're a talkative drunk, especially since he's right there swooning next to you- but he's more of a chill drunk, leaving the shenanigans to you.

♡ He wants to hear every word of your delicious, intoxicated rambling, to hear every thought going on that pretty little sparrow head of yours.

♡ He's just savoring the fact your thoughts are still yours, please don't drink from the spring, keep your shitty personality that's captivated him so.

♡ 10/10 drinking buddy.

Leander; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

♡ The man of the hour, the one who's likely gotten you very wasted.

♡ And again, is probably fucked up himself; he isn't one to serve what he can't take wink wink.

♡ He would encourage your antics but not from a place of egging you on like Ais, but more that he's so loopy and chilled out that he can't do anything but laugh.

♡ At least that's what you think, he's still fully aware of every word leaving his mouth that wraps around your mind like the silk ties attached to his bed. :)

♡ He'd definitely try to feed you his extremely strange drinks he's mixed up, no matter how chunky or very unappetizing it is.

♡ At least he's merciful enough to not let you leave the Wet Wick and wreak havoc on the town, although that might be more because he doesn't want you to leave him.

♡ He'll use this to prob at you, asking your opinions on the city around you and anybody you've interacted with, drawing out your slurred speech.

♡ He's a firm believer that drinking with friends is the only way to go, so expect to be wasted with company!

♡ Don't worry, he's so gentlemanly he'll even take you upstairs to your room, don't worry about the key! he has access to every room in this establishment.

♡ He'll tuck you nice and cozy into bed when you start to stumble, and if your foggy mind wants him to join you, who is he to say no?

♡ I'm a 12/10 drinking buddy, don't listen to what they have to say, I'm the real-deal, beautiful.

Mhin; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

♡ Really? are you incapable of making responsible decisions for the life of you? they wonder how you'd even made it to Eridia alive.

♡ Extremely grumpy about it, acting as if it's their job to look after you- even if nobody asked them.

♡ They'll very openly point out anything wrong with Leander's cocktails and 'special mixes', kind of a buzzkill.

♡ They'd act disinterested, letting you do whatever you want as if they didn't care; but miraculously you never end up waking up hurt, how peculiar.

♡ If you aren't at the Wet Wick and need to stumble home or somewhere else, they won't follow.

♡ At least that's what your hazy mind thinks, you're intoxicated enough to not feel the set of eyes tracking you.

♡ They'd follow you home (In a none-creepy way, they vehemently protest) to make sure you don't stumble your way into the jaws of some monster.

♡ 2/10 drinking buddy.

Kuras; 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

♡ He's so confused, not only on your behavior but why you'd put yourself in this position in the first place.

♡ He can't physically get drunk himself; enough that even if he's read about the effects, because of his lack of empathy- he still can't really understand.

♡ Sure he knows that your inhibitions have fogged over from the release of dopamine in your bloodstream, but he doesn't really know why that means you insist on trying to climb over the bar.

♡ He'll hover over you as you drink or dance, telling you all the effects whatever Leander fed to you is having on your body, as if that'll magically make you sober up.

♡ Another buzzkill, but he doesn't mean to be, so he gets a bit more lenience, and he'd offer the best hangover care.

♡ He'd at least find any sort of drunken rambling to be endearing, he'd enjoy hearing you spill the thoughts you'd likely have kept to yourself, answering very few of the questions that's been swirling in his mind.

♡ He'll at least stop you from making a fool of yourself, the moment a dumb idea enters your head he's already ushering you upstairs to sleep off the intoxication.

♡ The party ends when Kuras arrives. :(

♡ 3/10 drinking buddy.

[aevellewritessometimes]

Touchstarved NSFW Headcanons

Just some general NSFW HCs for the main cast (because Elyon and Sen are both enigmas to me)

I'm just going to preface this by saying that @/creepsterdreams just happened to hit the nail right on the head with what I was thinking. Unrealated note, y'all should check out their work if you ever get the chance :)

Content Warnings: Mildly unconventional kinks? (we don' kinkshame here though), blatant Vere favoritism, may or may not be OOC, this whole thing was written by an aspec person, most of this was written at 12 am while sleepy

Edit: I took the opportunity to try and fix some previously missed typos, and after I finished I found out that the Pope fucking died. Happy Easter!

Word Count: 2,010

MINORS DNI

KURAS

Alignment: Vers + Switch

Kinks: Body worship (giving), cockwarming, lingerie, soft sex, masochism

Due to his height, he's more used to domming and/or topping by default, but he doesn't really have anything against being the submissive one

That being said, I get masochist vibes from him. He's usually good at not showing that side of him, but it's also not all that hard to get him to show it

Not too apposed to being on the receiving end of body worship, but just feels weirdly guilty about it

^ Combining body worship with his masochistic tendencies could potentially get him to cry, which is otherwise difficult because I feel like he has really high endurance

Soft dom/service top vibes

Has a much larger lingerie collection than one would expect

^ It's not crazy large or anything, it's just that most people wouldn't expect him to have one to begin with

I don't know if he needs to sleep at all, but in a situation where both he and his partner are in the mood but his partner is too tired to actually have sex with him, he'd be very open to just cockwarming either until they fall asleep or they get riled up

Due to him disliking "difficult patients," I feel like an excessive amount of bratiness would be a bit of a turnoff for him

Would absolutely be the type to light candles to set the mood

(^ Don't ask me about what types/scents; I don't use candles often enough to give you a good answer)

Corruption kink is also a turnoff for him as of "present day." However, I do see a chance of this changing depending on how his endings alter his character by the end of the game

Knows how to make his own lube and protection/contraceptives and is a God at aftercare

LEANDER

Alignment: Switch + Vers

Kinks: Bondage (domming + subbing), praise (giving + receiving), degradation (mostly receiving), temperature play, semi-public sex, aphrodisiacs, corruption kink

Generally prefers subbing, but there are a few scenarios where he'd rather dom

^ Those scenarios can range from anywhere between specific kinks to who he's sleeping with

Would be the type to swap roles mid-sex if that's what he and his partner both want

Is very good at tying and untying knots

^ Has once tried to use his magic for bondage purposes, but it turned out to be much more flammable than anticipated. Kuras still gives him shit for that time he and his friend had to rush to the clinic at one in the morning due to third degree burns

Make him do some honor bondage if you really wanna torture him

Has tried cockwarming on multiple occasions; never has the patience to stay still for very long

Would generally be willing to degrade his partner if that's what they're into, but his overall comfort with doing so entirely depends on his relationship with them outside of sex

Would be the type to mix praise and degradation in the same sentence

Also gives me masochist vibes, but is much more willing to admit it than Kuras

^ Doesn't really outright say it, but also doesn't put too much effort into hiding it

Probably has a lower back tattoo

The pierced nipples are canon in my mind, fight me

If his partner is someone he's trying to keep close (*cough* MC *cough*) then he's definitely going to bring out the subtle corruption kink

^ Doesn't matter if he's the dom or sub, one way or another he's going to figure out how to corrupt them

Knows how to make his own aphrodisiacs. Shockingly enough, he doesn't do anything crazy with them, but nobody really trusts him enough to test that out (except for Ais that one time)

^ Also knows how to make his own contraceptives. They're effective but they taste weird. Has tried and frequently failed to make his own lube; it always turns out concerningly chunky

Has a very expensive toy collection

VERE

Alignment: Circumstantial

Kinks: Predator/prey roleplay (theoretically), corruption kink, hypnosis (domming), pet play (domming), degredation (mostly giving), praise (mostly recieving), vocalness, bloodplay, lingerie, orgasm control (domming + subbing), dacryphilia, sensory deprivation, biting, sadomasochism, breeding (occasional)

His alignment is fully dependent of his relationship with his partner outside of sex

^ Casual fling? Definitely a dom, most likely a top. Close friend/romantic partner? Vers switch who prefers to dom

Enjoys the idea of predator/prey roleplay, but Eridia is just too crowded with people and Soulless for him to indulge in it as much as he'd like

^ Sure, both situations would be easy for him to handle, but having to suddenly halt everything to disembowel something/someone just ruins the mood, especially if it ends up putting his partner in danger

Very prevalent corruption kink. Something something false idol stuff

^ He doesn't care much about the concept of virginity, but if his partner is 1) someone he actually gives a fuck about and 2) a virgin, then he's definitely going to make something out of it for the sake of said corruption kink

Hypnosis and pet play are the two scenarios that he is strictly the dom for when they come up; both kinks spawning from the fact that he, who was once revered as a god, has been brought down to be something lesser than what he probably once considered as pawns means that he takes great pleasure in seeing someone being so willing to allow themself to become something lesser just for the sake of worshiping him, even if it's only temporary

^ Also, I feel like Vere being able to hypnotize people is just canon. Not to start theory posting, but given that the eyes for his monster silhouette look almost like spirals if you squint, his voice was described as "so supple I could slip into it" (or something along those lines), and there's two scenes where he seems to mess with the shadows to keep MC from looking anywhere except directly into his eyes… yeah this guy has to at least know how to hypnotize people, if he doesn't have some kind of hypnosis-based powers

Not necessarily apposed to dishing out praise, he's just more of an "actions over words" type and generally prefers to be on the receiving end

^ If the praise feels condescending and/or overly sappy it will just end up being a turnoff

^^ Despises the phrase "good boy" being used on him

Is willing to be degraded, but saying the wrong thing on the wrong day is a very easy way to damage your relationship with him

^ It is also possible for him to say the wrong thing on the wrong day as well. Honestly, I think it could be a very likely scenario

Knows he looks good in blood, but also likes seeing his partner in blood when given the option

Is the one with the truly impressive lingerie collection, although he doesn't actually have many toys

^ Does own some absurdly expensive lube though

Two quick facts about foxes: they're very vocal when having sex and they're the most active during winter

I imagine that Vere, no matter his role or position, is vocal in some way, shape, or form; whether it be crying or moaning or talking or even screaming

The little winter tidbit makes me think that Vere becomes a bit more sadistic and significantly hornier during the winter months; sees it as a great way to keep warm blow off some steam while waiting for the horrid season to come to an end

^ Temporarily develops a breeding kink during this time, but it goes away as the snow starts melting

^^ If he's closer with his partner in this circumstance, he would absolutely steal some contraceptives from Kuras for his partner if they were to be needed. Yes, he knows they could just ask and get it for free, but why skip out on the opportunity to be a thorn in the doctor's side?

Loves making his partner scream

Always leaves at least one bite mark for his partners to remember him by

^ The amount left and the placement depends on his level of closeness outside of sex

Overall enjoys most forms of power play, but he needs to be in a specific mindset to willingly be the submissive one'

^ Doesn't see the appeal in age play, though. Like, at all. Hard no for him

AIS

Alignment: Vers + Switch

Kinks: Brat taming (domming + subbing), sadomasochism, voyeurism (?), intox kink, bloodplay, choking (domming), shibari (domming + subbing), biting (giving + receiving), dacryphilia, orgasm control (domming + subbing), size kink

First thing's first; the groupmind may or may not be a potential factor for his sex life, depending on how exactly it works

^ For instance, if Ocudeus or the other groupmind members are able to. Like. Perceive things from Ais's perspective, then voyeurism is going to be an aspect of his sex life and there's little he can do about it

Moving on: also generally doms by default; partially due to his size, but also because he's the type to test if whoever's trying to dom him is actually assertive enough to do so

^ Hence why he's such a (literally) massive brat

Judging by how he feels about MC's and Vere's shitty personalities, him being into brats is just a given

There's also some subtle corruption kink going on, but unlike in Vere and Leander's case, it's not intentional on his end

Slightly prefers being bitten over biting his partner

Strongly prefers drug intox over alcohol intox when it comes to intox play

Prefers shibari over regular bondage because he's a fan of the patterns

^ Oddly enough, he isn't that big of a lingerie fan; he doesn't have anything against it, he just prefers full nudity

Impact play is a strong turnoff for him, though most other forms of pain play are generally on the table for him

Choking isn't something he indulges in often, partially because he doesn't like being choked and partially because he is very aware of his own strength; won't even make an attempt if he's having angry sex

Better at aftercare than most people tend to expect

MHIN

Alignment: Circumstantial

Kinks: Size kink (domming), predator/prey play (domming; deeply internalized), knife play (domming), bondage (domming + subbing), honor bondage (subbing), hypnosis (subbing), brat taming (domming), overstim (subbing), soft sex

Wouldn't sub for a fling. They also wouldn't want to bottom for a fling, either; nor would they want to bring any strong kinks into bed for them

If their partner is someone they trust, then they would honestly much rather be the submissive one

They've stumbled across topics such as hypnosis or predator/prey kinks in books, but they've never actually tried them in real life, despite both topics peaking their interest

^ Due to recent circumstances, they actually feel quite guilty about having a predator/prey kink these days, rather than just feeling a bit embarrassed

Enjoys domming a partner who is shorter than them, really enjoys domming a partner who is taller than them

Finds the presence of ropes oddly comforting, but also enjoys testing their own patience with honor bondage

As much as they like control, allowing someone else to take the reins so that they can take a break is just as pleasurable for them

^ Sometimes a bitch just needs to shut down their brain for a bit

Isn't really a fan of knife play in the leaving marks/drawing blood way, but they do like just lightly dragging a knife across their partner's body

Another one who knows how to make protection/contraceptives, but doesn't know how to make effective lube

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Um um could be maybe get shy reader/ais kiss headcannons too?? 👉👈 ur writing is so good and i feel like hed be an absolute menace👀

DIFFERENT TYPES OF KISSES (AIS)

gn!reader, some are noted as suggestive with ** | THANK U!!! twirls my hair and poses. ais ais ais ais

starting it off with the pet related ones because i love princess dearly. the kiss(es) he gives you as he promises he loves you and his pets equally, and that no one could replace you. it's comically loud,, the smooch sound he makes as he pulls away. you tell him it was a trick question and that you'd easily pick princess over him, and he pulls out his crossed fingers from behind his back.

he walks in on you giving princess a treat because you're training her to do something. he asks what about Him. and you give him a look like ?? you'll do a little trick? you wanna eat this? and he says Maybe. or maybe you can treat him with something else for free ;) a kiss? :) you tell him if he wants a treat or kiss he has to do something just as cool and lovely as princess who's currently wagging her tail and staring at you like the perfect girl she is. ais says he could Never beat princess but you give him a kiss anyway "out of pity" because it was a rigged competition

morning kisses where you laugh and try to push him off of you because bro you're straight up lying on top of me and you're Heavy. he says he'll stop when you let him kiss you, and you joke about him having awful morning breath. ais rolls his eyes and chuckles, blowing air against your neck to watch you squirm. he's in a plank position above you at this point and you both have awfully love-ridden grins on your face after remarks being thrown about the other being annoying and stubborn. this time you don't stop him when he leans down to kiss you properly

opposite of giving you kisses. when he does Not kiss you. when he sees you and just pulls you into him instead, or he he gives you a high-five. when he leans in as if he's going to kiss you, but he just flicks your forehead or pinches your cheek with an amused smirk

^ like i don't know if he'd default to lots of casual kisses. i can very easily see him Not doing that, even if he's a fan of other kinds of casual physical touch. but if he notices you like them he does it more often !! like kissing your temple before asking if you're tired. making sure to kiss your cheek before getting out of bed. pressing one to the back of your head as he walks past.

you're rambling on about something you have to do tomorrow, and he can feel you nearing a worried tangent before it happens. ais huffs before turning your face to look at him. he leans into kiss you for a solid 5 seconds before pulling away. you want to ask what it was for but he beats you to it. his eyes are soft, always endeared by your voice. "love you. i need you to try to relax and go to sleep, or we're both staying up and regretting it in the morning."

he uses kisses to distract you from whatever you're watching/doing. he Honestly didn't plan to at first, but then he rested his head next to yours, and then he placed one on your cheek, and then oh he's still going, why aren't you looking at him? isn't he more important? he's going to die if you don't kiss him right now do you want that on your hands and conscience

sappy late night kisses. they're soft against the top of your head as you rest against his chest. you've both had a long day, he's sleepy, more serious and emotional than usual, thanking you for sticking by him and for everything you've done. it's a little easier to ramble on without you looking at him, your hands within reach for him to play with

ais finds you falling asleep and quietly grabs the blanket and makes sure you're comfortable. he watches you for a while and doesn't leave before planting a kiss to your forehead or hands

** getting home from a night out, the both of you a little tipsy, a little giggly and touchy. you wrap your arms around his neck and his rest loosely around your waist. the kisses start soft but deepen quickly, his brows furrowing as he pulls you closer. ais bites your bottom lip before resting his forehead against yours. "think we can make it to the bedroom?"

** ais trails kisses along your jaw and down your neck, stopping where you can feel his breath fan against your collarbones. his stomach tightens when you pull at his hair, and he lets out a groan before moving back up to catch your lips again

** and what will you do when i say his breath hitches when you kiss HIS jaw/neck and down his chest. What will you do when he softly curses before dragging you back up to kiss you properly while taking off his clothes. What Now....

@lost-lonnie @screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @respitable @semifilms @hexcoeurr @cvhenia

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Who’s My Roommate?

The Touchstarved cast are at a hotel and can’t decide who will be their roommates. Some are against certain pairings. You don’t really care, but they seem they’ve got a few colorful opinions || Touchstarved LI x reader. All of them have a crush on you, but you’re oblivious. I had this in my drafts for a while but I finally got the motivation to finish it. Just light-hearted shenanigans. Sorry if there are any typos!

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“I don’t want Leander,” said Vere, his arms crossed and glaring at the man across from him.

They didn’t think deciding on rooming buddies would be so hard. There were exactly three rooms, side by side, and anyone who knew basic math understood there would be two people per room. The problem was, who and who?

Vere and Ais were the first pairing that came to mind. But then Mhin complained that they didn’t want to hear them having sex at two in the morning. You and Kuras could sympathize so argued that, no, Vere and Ais cannot be together in the same room. Vere was angry, Ais was indifferent. He preferred Vere’s company over others, but as long as he didn’t get Mhin he was fine. He found the idea of Mhin aiming a knife to his neck fun, but in the end he didn’t want to deal with them pestering him like a fly.

And then there was Leander. If they went off the reason of not wanting to hear someone having sex, then Leander was tough. He had had sex with half of the members in the group: Ais, Mhin, and (maybe) Vere. You still didn’t really know if they did it or not.

“I wouldn’t mind sleeping in the same room as Leander,” you said. Everyone stiffened except for the man in question, who had a cocky smile on his face. Secretly, everyone wanted to room with you, but they didn’t want to admit it.

Kuras stepped in before Leander could make a comment, and steered the conversation to possibly drawing sticks so it would be fair for everyone and well, not everyone was happy with their partners. Vere got Leander, Mhin got Ais, and you got Kuras. You weren’t against Kuras being your roommate; he was a gentleman and minded his own business. He didn’t seem like he was against rooming with you either. The others were not so happy with their results.

“I’m not rooming with a monster,” Mhin spat, venom lacing their words, glaring holes in the back of Ais’ head.

Ais ignored them, while Vere rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah, well nobody wants to deal with an annoying midget like you. I think you forgot to pack your booster seat.”

Vere snickered as Mhin’s face turned red from anger.

“Hey hey now hold on, MC said that they were fine with rooming with me, so why not just leave the two of us out of it?” Leander said, arms snaking around your shoulder.

“No, you soft penis numbskull. You’re not rooming with MC.” Mhin stepped in. When the others looked at Mhin curiously, they coughed nervously and looked away.

You tried to lighten the mood with a joke, “Ais and Leander are best friends. We should room them together.”

The corner of Leander’s smile frayed at your joke. Ais narrowed his eyes at you. At least Vere was laughing, probably at you for your failed attempt to lighten the mood, but at least he laughed. You drew into yourself. You’ve forgotten the others were getting quite annoyed by the arguing. This was serious business that might mean life or death.

“How about we draw sticks again?” You suggested meekly, trying to move past the awkwardness.

“No, it’s just a waste of time,” intervened Vere, “we all clearly have our preferences, so how about we list anyone we don’t want to room with? I go first. I hate all four of you, fortunately, so I’m going to room with Ais or no one.”

“I don’t have a preference,” said Leander with a blush.

“We know,” Vere rolled his eyes.

“At this point let’s just room the two people that are the doormats of this group, Leander and Vere. It’s the easiest way to deal with them,” said Mhin.

“Or how about we room Leander in one room and Vere in the other one, and then we all share the last one,” you suggest. At this point you were running out of ideas and throwing them out randomly hoping you would hit a jackpot.

“I’m not invited to the foursome? That is unfortunate to hear,” Vere said.

“It’s getting too complicated. Room Vere with MC, Mhin with Leander, and me and Kuras. That should be good,” suggested Ais, getting impatient.

“I’m afraid that would be endangering MC’s safety,” said Kuras coolly, ignoring Vere’s exasperated reaction.

He quickly switched to his flirty demeanor, a coy smile on his lips, “Oh, but I don’t bite. Unless they ask me.” Mhin scoffed in the background. Kuras was expressionless. If he reacted to Vere’s tasteless innuendos, he would give the fox exactly what he wanted. So he stayed quiet and didn’t let his face give anything away.

“I agree with Kuras on this one. A bloody, mangled corpse is the last thing we want to deal with,” said Mhin. Though Mhin said this, you knew that they cared about your safety.

Ais sighed in defeat, pulling out a cigarette and a match, “I’m going out for a smoke.” You couldn’t blame him, they’ve been arguing for the past thirty minutes. Ais walked off to the entrance of the hotel.

Seeing Ais walk off, Vere waved their fingers before sauntering off in the same direction.

“The dog went to take a walk with it’s owner. Good grief,” said Mhin.

“We still need to get this rooming situation settled. I’m sure the others won’t mind if we decided without them,” said Kuras.

He sighed, “From what I’ve observed, the best rooming pairs seems like the fox and Ais, Mhin and MC, and Leander and I. We’ll take the middle room, Mhin and MC take the left, and Vere and Ais the right. That way Mhin wouldn’t be disturbed from any unnecessary sounds at night.”

“I could live with that,” said Mhin.

Leander didn’t seem too pleased with the end-result, but he wasn’t going to complain, “Alright. Guess I get to room with the good doctor tonight. Hey, maybe we can finally get some dinner, you and I.”

“Perhaps,” said Kuras, but from his indifferent expression and hollow tone it sounded more like a no.

“Ah,” was all Leander said. You could see the cogs turning behind his eyes. Then, he pulled out a deck of cards from his pocket, “I brought cards with me. Anyone wanna play Poker in an hour or two, our room?”

You smiled, “I like Poker. Bet I could beat you,” you nudged his shoulder teasingly.

“Sure.” Leander said with a laugh, but the way he said it almost sounded…condescending? You raised your brows, but before you could fully process it, Leander had already started speaking, “Would the doctor like to join as well?”

Must’ve been my imagination.

“I suppose if you are going to play in our room, I could join for a game or two.”

Kuras reply seemed to brighten Leander’s mood from the thinly-veiled rejection for dinner a few seconds ago.

“Great! How about you Mhin!”

“I’m tired.” Mhin grabbed their bags and started heading for the elevator, ignoring Leander’s invitation. You saw Leander’s smile falter.

“I’ll try convincing them,” you whispered to Leander who gave you an appreciative smile.

You had the keys to the room, so after saying goodbye to the other two, quickly followed after your small companion.

“I’m glad I get to room with you, Mhin,” you said while waiting for the elevator with them.

Mhin huffed at your words, turning away, “Right.” In the corner of your eyes you could see their pale skin get pinker just a tad. You smiled to yourself at their reaction. You weren’t really sure what the rest of the day will entail, but at least you were able to get through the hurdle of deciding who will be your roommate.

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Ais ❤️‍🔥? 👀

❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone?

The tip of Ais's ears and the base of his spine are his most sensitive spots. He finds mild intrigue in the idea of his horns being touched. It feels... funny when you touch the base of them, but he's more interested in the sparks that skitter up his spine when your palm presses to the small of his back, the shiver you evoke from him when you press the tips of his ears between your lips, teeth or fingers.

You pinch the edges and promptly find yourself tossed onto your back. When he looms close, his eyes gleam vibrant and predatory, lips are curled to show the sharp whites of his fangs.

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