#touchstarved Ais x mc

[nenesleepyhead]

The Oni and the little Sparrow

Fandom: Touchstarved

Ship: Ais x Kira (OC/MC)

Words count: 1’703

Mainly fluff with a bit of suggestive theme towards the end

Here the link for Kira’s visual

Here the link for the manga version (still working in progress, stay tuned)

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At the Wet Wick was another busy evening, the setting sun casting a vibrant variety of colors dancing in the room thanks to the colorful windows.

Kira sat at a table in the corner, sketching something in her drawing book, a soft smile adorning her features.

At the counter Vere and Ais were having a chat with Leander, although the fox kept glancing curiously towards the young woman with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Too absorbed in their conversation, neither Ais nor Leander noticed their companion had strode sneakily towards Kira.

With a swift movement Vere snatched the drawing book out of Kira's grasp, chanting loudly.

“Let's see what our little girlie was drawing with that pleased smile plastered on her face.” To Kira's horror Vere started skimming through the pages of the book, a smirk made its way on Vere's face as he started to walk back towards the counter while deflecting every attempt from Kira to get the book back.

“Oh Ais, would you look at that, it seems that you caught the attention of a certain someone.” Vere said, putting an arm around Ais shoulders and shoving the book in his hands. The Monster had just the time to take a look at a couple of pages before the soft quivering voice of the woman in front of him made his head shoot up.

“How dare you! And here I thought that you, as an artist, would have known how important and private some artwork can be. But clearly I was wrong, you are just the biggest of assholes, Vere.” Kira met Ais' eyes briefly before lowering her hood to shield her glistening eyes, and scurrying away in shame. Vere turned to Ais chuckling nervously.

“Whoopsie.” The sheepish smile on Vere's face was met by a sharp and cold glare by Ais that immediately made the fox flatten his ears on his head, averting his eyes and sulking on his seat. With a sigh Ais looked down at the open book; what he found after turning a page made his crimson eyes widen for an instant. Closing the book he followed Kira's steps outside of the bar. Looking around, he tried to think about where she could have gone, and with a glance at the book in his hand, an idea popped in his head. He walked towards the alleyway in which they talked after their first meeting during Kira's first night in Eridia.

The shadows were getting longer and buried the alleyway in darkness, not that that would be a problem for the Monster's crimson gaze. There as expected he found Kira, sitting down on the cold stone pavement behind a crate; her cape was tightly wrapped around her tiny figure and her head, hidden by her hood was buried on her knees. He took a step closer, circling the crate to drop down on one knee in front of her.

“Here you are, little sparrow. You'll catch a cold if you stay out here like this.” Hearing Ais' deep voice caused Kira to flinch and clutch the cape even tighter and closer to her. Sighing, Ais stood back up only to go sit down at Kira's side.

“Kira, look at me.” Kira winced a bit hearing Ais using her name instead of the cute nickname she began to love. With a defeated sigh, Kira rose her head, still not confident enough to meet his gaze, worried about what he might think now that he knew, all thanks to Vere's big mouth.

“So, I saw you've drawn me a lot.” Kira shifted her gaze to the opposite side, blushing slightly. She opened her mouth to speak but Ais' next words made her stop.

“You really are talented, you know. You've made this by memory, right?” Kira turned her head to Ais, meeting his mesmerizing eyes.

“And you got good taste too.” Kira's flustered face became one of complete annoyance as soon as she noticed the cocky smirk on Ais' face; His grin got even bigger with triumph for being able to catch her attention. Kira puffed her cheeks out, causing the Oni to chuckle at her cuteness.

“But seriously, you really are talented, and I especially like the drawings you made of Princess.” Ais gave the book back to Kira, leaving it open on one of the aforementioned drawing. Kira let out a timid smile caressing the page portraying the red-eyed Soulless.

“Thank you... You really aren't creeped out by the fact I almost filled up a book with drawings portraying yourself?”

“Why would I, little sparrow? It just means you find me interesting. Next time just let me know you're going to draw me so, I can pose for you.” Kira giggled, slapping Ais' arm softly.

“Don't get too cocky now.” Kira offered a shy smile to Ais who reciprocated it with a soft one.

Kira let her hood fall down, timidly moving a strand of her turquoise hair behind her ear.

“Anyway, would you like to know which one is my favorite of them all?” Ais nodded and Kira turned the page to the next one, revealing another drawing of Princess, the only difference from the others was that Ais was in it too. The drawing depicted of him down to one knee in front of the Soulless dog, focused on scratching her head, a scene from their first encounter.

“Why is that your favorite?” Ais kept looking at the drawing, appreciating the details on Princess body.

“Because of your expression. You had the softest smile adorning your face, while you were cuddling your cute little Princess.” Ais was taken aback by her answer, but the shock didn't last long and was shortly to be replaced by a soft smile, just like the one in the drawing; this time was aimed at Kira and, without even realizing it, he caressed her cheek tenderly, making Kira blush profusely.

“May I ask you why you like drawing so much, though?” Ais' question made Kira fidget a bit; while she was turning the pages, she stopped absentmindedly on one with a full-page face portrait of Ais.

“Because that's my only way to be able to touch people without my curse ruining everything.” Kira caressed Ais' features imprinted on the paper. He didn't miss the saddened tone in Kira's voice so he put a comforting hand on Kira's thigh squeezing it. His hand rested near the inner upper thigh, letting two of his fingers brush softly over Kira's beauty spot. His tender touch send a tiny shockwave through her skin and its warmth made Kira lifts her head to look back at him. It was a common occurrence for the Oni to end up touching, without even realizing it, the little dots adorning Kira's body: on the cheek below her right eye, at the base of her neck, on her left thigh. The only ones that were still untouched -for now- were the one that mockingly taunted him from the top of her left breast and the one on the front side of her right hip who were hidden to the world by her clothes. Only Kuras may have gotten a glimpse of it while patching Kira up when she was unconscious from the attack of that Soulless, the one that greeted her and the carriage at the door of Eridia at their arrival.

His touch was always so gentle when reaching out to her, as if scared that he could broke her, but at the same time his whole being was drawn to her. The more he discovered new sides of her personality the more the desire to bite and run his lips over those soft spots, marked by cute little dots, grew stronger each passing day. After a moment of silence, in which they kept staring at each other, Ais spoke again.

“Say, I have a request for you. What if you draw me a portrait of yourself that I can keep? After all it's only fair, don't you think? You have a full book of drawings portraying me, so there's nothing wrong with me wanting to have one of yourself for myself.” His fanged smirk and request let Kira speechless.

“What?” Kira was indeed blushing and was confused by that out of the blue request.

“You heard me, little sparrow.” Ais' smirk never faltered.

“I... I guess I can do that, but I can't garantee you about the result, I never drawn myself before.”

“I'm sure it's going to be great, don't worry. But now let's get back inside or you'll really end up with a cold. I'll buy you a drink.” Kira realized only in that moment that by then the sun completely had set and the moon was showing itself timidly from behind the roofs.

“I guess you're right, but I don't know if I want to interact with Vere right now. Most of the times I can't stand him but tonight urgh, he reached a new level of insufferability.” Ais chuckled at Kira's words.

“Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he won't pull any more bullshit... for tonight.” Kira with a sigh mixed to a laugh let herself be guided back inside, a warm hand placed securely between her shoulders and her book hugged close to her chest.

When they reached the counter, Leander welcomed them with a smile and Vere just waved at Kira, who blatantly ignored him sitting down at Ais other side, using him as a barrier thanks to his huge frame. She ordered a hot tea to let herself relax, while Vere pouted for being ignored so openly and that made a boisterous laugh erupt from Ais. Downing his drink Ais, patted Kira's head, before letting his hand rest on her thigh, to squeez it for the second time that night. Once again, Kira blushed and leaned into his warmth, watching the smoke from his lit cigarette dancing up towards the ceiling. Finally knowing that she could be more open about her drawings with her favorite being in all of Eridia, and in the whole world.

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[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.

[bizzxis]

Kuras appreciation post because he doesn’t get enough credit for all the crap he puts up with.

Credit to this fanfic by @softagenda for inspiring the last bit!

Tilt screen for better quality and zoom

Bonus: Vere’s damage from earlier in the day

[dreamtydraw]

Today i’m sick and use what left of my strength to half shade my six oc canon art because….

I love my ships ! ( third edition)

In order this time we haaaaaaave

-Marie x Sol | the kid at the back by @fantasia-kitt

-Noah x Elio | Keyframes by @blank-house

-Eleanore x Ais | Touchstarved by @redspringstudio

-Orelie x Van | Interwine by @crescencestudio

-Valentin x Tamarack | our life now and forever by @gb-patch

-Laurialet x Sage | Last legacy on Fictif

Yes Sage x Laurialet gets a second artwork but it’s because i miss last legacy very much…

[evansuvamp]

'Cause every time we touch...

I couldn't stop thinking about the possible angst in Ais' route.

"Just a bit, let me see it..." "No... I don't want to hurt you..."

The idea of MC scared of it, even when they already built a trust.

[vinaxxo]

Can you write to Leander and Ais, who are basically competing and fighting for MC/Reader?? (i'm obsessed with these two men)

Im obsessed w them too bookie 🤤🤤 love this idea, hope i did it some justice, may expand on it later <33

~ PICK ME, CHOOSE ME, LOVE ME (LMAO)

Being new to Eridia, the doctor who brought you back from the dead, Kuras, recommended that you see a man named Leander for help.

Leander fully welcomed you into his territory, even offering you magical flowers to greet you. Though you didn’t trust him much yet, his noble and kind demeanor was a charm you couldn’t resist.

Leander knew this, and whenever you came around, he turned up his charm to the max. He was greedy for your attention and determined to make you dependent on him for everything— the physical and emotional.

That being said, he loved shoving the fact that he was able to touch you in everyone’s faces, especially Ais’. Ais never showed his disdain for it, but if you looked at him hard enough, you’d notice his easy smile twitch.

When you’re away from the mage, the demon tells you that you shouldn’t trust so blindly. That the mage isn’t what he seems. It was hard for you to believe that Leander was a complete monster behind those captivating emerald eyes… or maybe you just refused to believe it.

“Sparrow, why don’t you crash here for the night? Princess misses you.”

And no, Ais doesn’t have a problem using Princess to keep you around him, even if just for a second longer.

Ais was an intriguing individual to you, not one to say much but say everything at the same time.

Whenever Ais came to the bar— on invitation by Leander at that, he always sat next to you. If someone was occupying said seat, he’d only have to look down at the person for less than a second to get them to move.

He enjoyed the banter, about whose drink was better, who had the better bad jokes. Ais only realized that he truly needed you when he observed your features and magnetic demeanor over the rim of his glass.

Leander’s laughter died down as he watched both you and Ais grin at each other, feeling the glass in his own hand begin to crack. He mended it with faded green swirls, as if he never lost his composure in the first place. The hound Leander was talking with had left him be, knowing better than to pry.

As you ordered another round of drinks, the mage and demon exchanged looks, both borderline murderous before returning to their own business.

Ais chuckled at the start of a new kind of rivalry before downing his shot, and wouldn’t answer you when you asked what was so funny. Competing for your love against Leander may be the most fun he’s had in years.

© vinaxxo 2024. Do not use my works for ai, or reposting to different platforms. Thanks for reading <3

[eniiart]

Heyyy! I'm opening a Touchstarved YCH Commission based on one of the Ouran Highschool Host Club covers! 🌸🌸

【Payment is upfront】

If you want me to draw your Touchstarved oc on this base then feel free to dm me or contact me through my Artistree! >:3 [ link in the comments or in my bio~ ]

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But if anyone wants to draw their character by themselves I'm putting the base-less version here so feel free to use it!

【Just make sure to tag me 🌸🌸】

[6okuto]

Hi dear I have and idea for touch starved ais and vere.

WHAT IF- what if the reader (MC) is like a single parent?????

Mc's like a mild or dilf or something like that?!

AIS AND VERE WITH A SINGLE PARENT

gn!mc | meow. this (doing old reqs) is my parting gift(?)..

VERE

his ear flicks up when mc mentions their kid for the first time. where are they? why are you here? who's the other parent?

not a guy who spends time around kids. probably not a guy who should spend time around kids /hj what swear words and scary stories will he share...

^ tbf he also gives some solid life advice, even if it's a bit blunt, or something the kid doesn't understand just yet

if mc's kid is witty / snarky he finds them amusing (especially if it's at mc) and easier to be around! whether that's good for mc or not is not up to mc Lmao

it varies depending on mc's relationship with their kid but if mc's kid is grown up, vere is more of his usual self. swearing, analyzing them, taunting them, etc.

vere never thought of himself as a possible father-figure. or even like, a fun uncle. but he likes mc, and despite his complaints or denial, has grown a little fond of their child.

^ possible angst if vere's like, do you really want to be with me? am i the role model you want them to have in their life? i'm chained up for god's sake etc

gets soft/quiet when mc talks to him about their kid. he sees the fondness in their expression, and even if he can't really relate, he can still sympathize

would make a couple pilf...? jokes. sorry. it isn't necessary though. he does enough flirting and innuendos that the pilf(?) thing doesn't come up that often

brings up their kid when mc is about to do something dangerous or stupid, when they succeed at said dangerous or stupid thing, or when their kid also tries doing something dangerous and or stupid. "well it's no surprise who you got your confidence from."

vere questioning mc's parenting tactics LOL. mc is like And what do you know about parenting and vere's like. enough to judge yours. they find common ground eventually

AIS

really doubles down on his warnings about the seaspring when he finds out they're a parent. he doesn't have to know how old, what their relationship is like, etc—he's already asking how much they're willing to risk and telling them to think about their kid

otherwise he doesn't really treat mc differently—they're a grown and capable adult, and being a parent doesn't change or weaken that

ais would pick his pets over hanging out with a kid, but he doesn't give himself enough credit with how well he can get along with one

if mc's kid is old enough that he can play pranks on mc with them. well. he will. mc looks at the both of them and they both shrug like What? it wasn't us? (the kid is grinning and giggling but ais keeps it together for the both of them.)

if there's an opportunity to introduce them to princess / whoever else, he will! like look at this sweet girl, you don't have to be scared. you wanna try getting her to sit and roll around?

babysits if needed, takes them out for the day (if only to keep them away from the seaspring). they get some food and he comes up with exaggerated stories for each shop the kid points out

mc's kid who's old enough for ais to teach them some self defense after they walk in on him taking care of injuries from a bar fight. mc who walks in on them and goes ?!?!?!

mc vents about their parenting troubles, and ais isn't sure if his leadership advice/experience is totally applicable to taking care of a child, but surely some of it is? he tries to help anyway

i can see their kid opening up to ais about things that worry them tbh. he's got that vibe. depending on what it is, ais might suggest to mc something they should do, or try to help himself

similar to vere, he likes mc and their child but he wants them to think about what's best for them—if that includes him in the picture. like yes he'll do his best, but he can't blame them if things don't work out. honestly he might try to cut things off firstdjdjshd

[vermilionsun]

Other prompt idea (I'm inspired at the moment) : How would the Lis react to walking in on MC changing (with their bandages undone), before they're in a relationship and after they get together ?

Hope you'll be inspired, take care ! :3

oooh, I AM ✨INSPIRED✨! Tysm for sending this in! <3

Ais

whoopsie

Before

✩ It’s an honest mistake, really

✩ He just steps into the room, without thinking much. “Hey I need to— oh?”

✩ He freezes for a second before suddenly the wall looks very interesting and he averts his gaze quickly.

✩ “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were… changing…”

✩ He does manage to get a quick look of their hands from the corner of his eye, but he doesn't comment on it.

✩ Sure, he’s interested, but he ain’t gonna say anything unless they mention it first

✩ o̶r̶ p̶r̶o̶v̶o̶k̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶, f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶.

✩ “I’ll just…”

✩ He turns around, quickly leaving, closing the door behind him

✩ He leans his back against the door, trying to regain his composure - which takes him a minute. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to push the images of the MC popping up in his head. There's a strange feeling in his chest; a mix of guilt and… something else…

After

✩ He stops in his tracks, eyes widening slightly as his eyes roam their body

✩ After a beat of silence, he smirks slightly.

✩ “Well, this is quite the sight.”

✩ “You don't mind me looking, do ya?”

✩ Curiosity flickers in his eyes when he notices their hands, and he walks up to them

✩ His hands twitch as if he wants to reach out and touch them, but he restrains himself, and instead he looks up to meet their eyes.

✩ “So that's what's been hiding under there, huh?”

✩ He doesn't seem disgusted or judgemental at the sight, just... curious

✩ “Looks like you have some pretty interesting patterns there,” he murmurs, his voice slightly softer.

✩ “̴̨̢͈̹̪̗̥̤̦͈͍͈̾̃͆̈́͐́̍̆̾͠C̸̶̶̢͕̺̲̤̻͖̞̘͕̥͔̟̦̳̭̈́͆̈́̿͆́̄̈̋̆̈̂̌̕͝͝a̸̶̶̛͉̝͚̠̝̙̠̰̻͚̩̝̝̐̉̈͐̌̀̀̑̐̓̃̂͌͘͘̚n̷̶̵̦̟̘̮̹͎̫͇͈̲̪̖̺̩͇̒͊̄̓̾̓̀͛̄͆̾̃̈́̋̚̚͜͠ͅ ̶̧̡̘͔̘̘͔̩̜͑̔̈́̋̓̏̂̓̅͆̇̊̚͠ͅI̴̶̸̛̝͖͔͚͍̭͓̪̺̣͙̝͍̱̗̯͋̔̽͐ͅ.̴̢̛̟̟̋̅͒͆̅̃͂̊̏̓̀̒.̵̢̢̭̜̪͚͍̮̙̣̰͈͉̐̋́̎̿̀͌̅͘̕.̶̛͇̙̼̎͐͋͆̽͂́ ̷̢̧͍͖̯̙̦̓ţ̸̶̶̢̛̗̟̩̟̤͍̠̯͔̬̲̥̬̗̑̄͗̐͛̂̈́̈́͛͒̚ớ̴̶̵͔̙̱̭̟̲̙́̃́̐̆̾̊̍̏̈̽͆̆̋̕͜ȕ̸̶̷̡̢̻̗͕̲̟͖̗̤̞̫͙̲̐̀͒̒̀͑̄̚͘͝c̸̶̷̨̜̩͓̼̥̼̣͎̙͎͚̐̽̅̓̐̇͠͝h̷̶̴̢̨̩͓̙̯̠͎̝̳̹̪̹̼̅̈́̋̔͆̏̑̎́͊̈́̌̋̚̚͘͝ ̷̼̗͍͂͐ͅy̴̶̵͉̻̲͇̙̻̟̯͕͎̜͔͇͓̦͊͒͒͐̂̿̈̄͂̈́͋̀͂̒̅̍̕͘͜͜ǫ̷̶̷̢̡̹̣̞̲̥̝̝̗̞̟̼̙̬̖̉̎̎͂̍̈́̒̐̓̿̏̉̃͂̏̍͆͛͑̒̓͌͠͝ͅư̷̶̷̧̢̜̭̬̝͇͓͕̰̭̖͔̦̗̞̤͎͋̀͌͋͘?̶̶̶̢̨̢̡̛͎̮̟͖͔̫̣͇̳̩͇̰̫̼̈́͊̏̀̈́̐̾͜”̶͍̟̹̣̗̖͇̜̻͉̬̯̀͌̀̾̂͊̀̇̈̀̌͠

Kuras

he knows

Before

✞ He miscalculated

✞ His face goes a few shades redder when he realises his mistake

✞ “A-Ah! My apologies. I was just coming to check on you. I didn't know you were changing.”

✞ He averts his eyes and clears his throat.

✞ A flicker of something like recognition flashes across his face when he sees their arms, before being carefully buried beneath the doctor's mask.

✞ He takes a shaky breath and swallows hard.

✞ “May I come in and check your bandages? I won’t touch you, I promise.”

✞ If they allow him to, he does so; otherwise he just brings them fresh ones.

✞ “Forgive me for interrupting. I'll give you a moment to finish dressing. Please call for me once you're ready.”

✞ He turns and steps away, but not before closing the door on silent hinges, leaving them with the faint smell of coffee and antiseptic on the air.

After

✞ Kuras pauses for a brief moment; his expression is neutral and unfazeable.

✞ He did have to suppress a chuckle as he watched their panicked little scramble to cover themselves.

✞ He finally breaks the silence afterwards, a tinge of wry humour in his voice. “You're truly an exhibitionist at heart.”

✞ His eyes are dancing with restrained laughter now. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

✞ “You forgot to lock the door.”

✞ He feigned nonchalance, even as his eyes continue to scan their figure. His eyes linger on the scars for only a moment, flitting away with practised ease.

✞ “Have your bandages come loose?”

✞ He takes a step into the room, a soft exhale escaping his lips.

✞ “Need any help?”

✞ If not, he doesn’t pry further, and just goes on to do whatever he was there to do

Leander

nothing he hasn’t seen before—

Before

🗡 Leander opens the door and instantly falters, stunned into surprise at the sight

🗡 "Whoa, I, I..."

🗡 He instantly averts his gaze, his face turning slightly crimson as he stumbles over his words.

🗡 "I'm so sorry. I… I didn't realise you were..."

🗡 He coughs, clearly flustered.

🗡 His eyes, involuntarily and just for a brief second, trail over their form before he hastily averts it.

🗡 He barely pays attention to the exposed skin of their hands

🗡 "I should've knocked. I swear, I wasn't—" He falters, voice a bit higher than usual, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish expression

🗡 “I'll just…." He gestures vaguely outside the door, backing up another step, his gaze lingering for a fraction of a second before stepping outside, shutting the door behind him

🗡 On the other side of the door, he quietly curses under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair, cheeks still flushed. The image is now burned into his mind, no matter how much he tries to push it away.

After

🗡 He stops in the doorway, his face flushing as he turns his head away.

🗡 “Sorry! I didn’t know you were… um…”

🗡 He can barely keep his eyes trained on the wall, his mind struggling to push away certain thoughts.

🗡 He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

🗡 “You should really start locking the door when you’re changing, you know.”

🗡 He chuckles to himself as he leans against the door frame.

🗡 “Unless you wanted me to walk in on you like this. Although I won’t complain too much if that’s the case—”

🗡 He runs a palm down his face. “You know you look gorgeous, right? Ah, I probably shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am…”

🗡 He bites his lip, struggling to not take another step inside the room.

🗡 “I’m just gonna… um, close the door and give you some privacy. Just… let me know when you’re done.”

Mhin

fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuck

Before

🕊 They pause, hand on the door.

🕊 “Hey, get some clothes on! How shameless can you be?””

🕊 They turn around and close the door… the wrong way.

🕊 Mhin stands there for a moment in stunned silence.

🕊 “…Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

🕊 Mhin rubs their temples and sighs, trying to avoid looking at them

🕊 A look of fascination crosses their face upon noticing their hands from the corner of their eye.

🕊 Curiosity wars with decency for a beat before giving into the latter.

🕊 They discreetly peek but refrain from staring

🕊 After a moment, they just leave without another word

After

🕊 Mhin lets out an audible gasp, their cheeks flush with embarrassment, their mind racing a mile a minute as they struggle to find the right words to say.

🕊 "I-I'm..." Mhin manages to stutter out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

🕊 As the words leave their mouth, Mhin's eyes unconsciously drift downward, taking in the sight

🕊 Mhin's eyes widen, their heart skipping a beat as they notice the MC's hands

🕊 "What...?" Mhin asks, their voice barely above a whisper. Their eyes flick up to meet the MC's, a mixture of concern and fear written in their expression.

🕊 Unable to help themself, Mhin takes a step closer, their curiosity overriding their embarrassment for the moment, hand reaching out almost instinctively, as if to reach out and touch the scars—

🕊  But they stop themselves just in time, the realisation of what they're doing snapping them back to reality, and retract their hand.

🕊 They had expected many things, but certainly not that

🕊 Finally, Mhin manages to regain their composure enough to speak normally-ish, their voice soft.

🕊 "U-um... I should probably... leave." Their words come out in a rush as they slowly back away from the door.

Vere

finally taking up on his offer?

Before

✦ Vere found himself frozen in place

✦ For a moment, he considered turning away, but his gaze lingered for a few more beats before he spoke up, trying to maintain a casual tone.

✦ “Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude..!”

✦ He felt a little flustered as his eyes trailed across the contours of their body, mentally berating himself for the involuntary staring.

✦ "Don't mind me… I didn’t expect you to be… ah… changing right now—”

✦ Man has to do a double-take to notice their hands

✦ The sight stirred up a mix of emotions—pity, curiosity, h̶u̶n̶g̶e̶r̶ and a newfound realisation

✦ He did try to remain composed, to his credit

✦ He can’t help it. He smirks.

✦ “Oh~ what’s this, huh?”

After

✦ “How long could it possibly take— Ah, apologies! I didn't mean to barge in.”

✦ Vere averts his gaze, a hint of a blush creeping onto his face. He glances away sheepishly.

✦ “Please, don't mind me. I can wait until you're... decent.”

✦ When he notices their hands, his expression momentarily falters before he regains his composure.

✦ He doesn't comment immediately, instead giving them a moment to compose themself.

✦ He chooses his words carefully.

✦ “Are those…?” They die on his tongue.

✦ He stands awkwardly by the door, knowing he should give them some privacy, yet unable to tear his eyes away

✦ He bites his tongue, holding back the questions that immediately come to mind.

✦ Instead, he simply waits patiently, giving them space to explain if they choose to.

[softagenda]

pillow talk (multi)

rating: m+

drabble collection: moments with each LI in the sheets, told through intimate and vaguely sinister drabbles

originally posted on ao3

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You stared into the smoldering fire by the bed, amidst the sumptuous blankets and furs, from the prison of his arms, suddenly cold.

Leander

“And how does the magic happen,” you teased, now languorous and slightly drunk, your body aching pleasantly and cheek pressed to his bare chest.

“Give and take, beautiful.” His hand stroked along your back, tracing a swirling, winding pattern.The rings on his fingers brushed a cool kiss against your skin. “Sometimes, it’s a small thing: a free drink here, a favor there. For others, well… every debt must be repaid in equal measure.”

A handful of free drinks. A room at the inn. 

Information, knowledge of the city, a personal guide. 

Minutes - an hour now, altogether - holding your hand, resisting an ancient curse, a risk of incalculable value.

You stared into the smoldering fire by the bed, amidst the sumptuous blankets and furs, from the prison of his arms, suddenly cold. 

The tip of a finger dipped in the valley of your spine and drew a line up your back. As though he felt the slight stiffening of your body, his hand settled against the nape of your neck, his palm a hot, firm weight holding you to him. His thumb sat below your jaw, stopping over your pulse.

Leander rested his cheek against your head and pressed a kiss to your hair, the words drifting across your ear like the mist enshrouding the city.  “The only truth of this universe is this: nothing is free.”

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Kuras

Candlelight brought you from the shadows of your doze.

Blurrily, you nuzzled closer to the firm pillow by your face when the familiar scent of  magnolia - sweet, slightly citrus, earthy - filtered through your senses, alerting you like smoke in a barn.

Your eyes opened. 

The pillow was, in fact, a thick, muscled thigh covered in a layer of white cotton trousers. Following the leg upward, you took in the sight of Kuras in the dim,  flickering light of a single candle by the bedside. He held a book in his lap, one hand idly turning a withered page. A thin trail of smoke drifted into the dark beyond his shoulder.

Gold eyes met yours after a moment. Even in the deep night, they glowed brighter than the flame at his hip. 

He smiled indulgently. “Dawn will not break for  a few hours more. Sleep.” 

You stared at that smile, blinking heavily, clinging to wakefulness for just a little longer. A thought nudged at the fuzzy edges of your mind at the smile, the eyes - a thread of disquiet amidst the warm cocoon of blankets and his body.

Kuras lifted one hand and turned to the bedside table. A thin stick passed through the flame, the smoke blooming like petals from the stem, before magnolias perfumed into the air once more. 

As the scent wrapped around you, filled your lungs, soothed the voice at the back of your mind, a large hand cupped your cheek. His thumb caressed the corner of your eye before coaxing the lid shut and lingering there, gently holding.

“Sleep. I am here with you. I will watch over you.”

You slipped back into the night.

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Ais

The soft bubbling of water woke you.

Your hand sleepily tugged the kimono over the bared edge of your shoulder. You’re curled into a ball beneath the thin fabric, legs fully tucked under the hem, hands curled against your chest, a tortoise sheltering from the cool, humid air drifting from the water’s edge.

Peering through the folds, you stared at the empty sheets next to your eyes adjusted to the night. Then, turning on your other side, you looked for him.

Glowing red eyes caught yours instantly.

He leaned against the open door. Moonlight painted his chest and shoulders pale silver, glinting sharp on the necklace that hung by his navel, his rings, his horns. A cigarette lingered by his mouth. As he drew another puff, embers burned and flared at the end.

“Want a hit?”

You sighed and rolled over on the bed, cheek pressed to the cold sheets. “No. Could use a drink though.” Your mouth felt dry, your belly hollow.

Ais held your gaze for a moment before releasing the smoke in a soft grin. He flicked the cigarette outside the door and strode over, bare feet silent on the creaking wood of the old pier.

At the edge sat a chalice. With two fingers, he hooked the rim, knelt by the red waters, and dipped it beneath the Seaspring.

The chalice full to the brim, spilling over his fingers, Ais took a seat on the bed and braced his arm over you. Several drops fell to the sheets; they wicked into the fabric, not fading to a blush but thickening like blood.

You glanced up from the stain to his face cast in shadow, the red gleam of his eyes thickening too, swallowing up his pupil..

“Drink up, sparrow.”

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Vere

A claw traced delicately over the crown of your head before sinking into the length of your hair. He stroked as though petting a cat - idly, indulgently, reclined against the mountain of pillows on his bed and curled above you with his chin braced on his palm and bent elbow.

You laid there on the sheets, sweaty and panting, every nerve in your body vibrating, aching with the ghost of pleasure and pain. A sickly feeling sapped the strength from your body. The gold veins across your hands and arms felt hollow as scorched earth.

“Can’t catch a breath?” His voice curled with smug satisfaction, the smirk evident without needing to see for yourself.  “All that muscle and misery, with the stamina of a virgin.”

Craning your head back, you glared at Vere through the messy fringe of hair sticking to your face. His claws pricked the nape of your neck. You arched your back away from the bright points of pain and heat.

“Soon, I’ll have you trained to my tastes,” he mused, his gaze trailing down your bare body. “Enough to sate me, at the very least. It’d be troublesome to have you burn out too fast.” 

Fur brushed against your thighs and stomach. His thick, russet tail flowed over your body in a fiery river, the soft pelt tickling over your skin. Heat radiated from it, the ancient magic humming in his veins, less volatile now that he’d taken the edge off.

After one last teasing prick of claw, Vere reached down and lifted the length of chain pooled on the sheets. He slipped the end around your neck and pulled through. 

Then, with a rumbling sigh, he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes. “Wake me up before noon, and you’re lunch.”

With a flick of his hand, the candles extinguished. 

You stare at the dark ceiling, cold steel brushing your throat with every breath.

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Mhin

A chill settled over your skin, casting your dreams in shades of winter. Goosebumps rolled down your arms in a wave. Subtle, heavy breaths disturbed the peace of the night.

Your eyes shot open.

The window gaped open. An autumn breeze stole inside, undulating against the curtains. Clear moonlight spilled across the floor, illuminating the toe of a boot and a pool of blood. A ghostly figure sat beneath the sil.

Heart pounding, you held still, squinting through your lashes, trying to see the face hiding within shadow.

Thick leather pants and bracers. Flowing white shirt. Midnight blue hood, hooked to the collar with silver rings. The light caught the edges of messy hair beneath the hood, shining in the gloom like frost across a frozen pond.

Your hand released its taught grip on the dagger beneath your pillow.

Wrapping the blankets around your body, you sat up and leaned across the mattress. “.... Mhin?”

White eyes with red pupils appeared within the shadowed face. 

You shuffled to the edge of the bed. Glancing at the blood, you asked, “are you injured?”

After a quiet moment, they slowly shook their head. Mhin folded one leg and braced their arm on their knee. In their hand was a silver dagger, twin to the one you’d hidden beneath your pillow. Fresh blood licked the edge of the blade.

“Are the bodies on the roof or the street?”

Finally, a spark appeared in their eyes. “Strung them up like gargoyles.” 

You huffed a laugh. Fresh corpses lured Soulless like flies to honey. They’d never. “How thoughtful of you to help decorate for Leander’s party tomorrow.”

Mhin shot you a weary look that clearly spelled the fuck do you think, before their head dropped back on the wall with a soft thud. The bruises beneath their eyes were dark as plums. They’d never slept soundly, but since the attacks had started, a few good hours had dwindled into a half hour here and there at best.

You considered chiding them for a moment before sighing and rising from the bed. Scooping the quilt from the bed, you shuffled over and dropped down to the floor next to them.

“What are you doing,” they grumbled, frowning when you leaned into Mhin’s side. 

Heedless of the blood wicking into the sheets, you spread the bedcovers across their lap and yours before gingerly resting your head on their shoulder. 

Mhin sucked in a breath. “You’re not actually going to sleep like this?” When you only closed your eyes, they growled, “Ridiculous.”

Minutes passed. Then, “I’ll shove you off the second another wave hits. You realize that, right?”

You kept silent. Beneath the sheets, you found their hand and covered the back with your palm, fingers webbing through the gaps between theirs,  hoping to warm them.

“Your back’s going to hurt like hell tomorrow.” 

Then slowly, as the night and their body next to yours filled you with a sense of safety, their grip tightened on your fingers.

A smile slipped across your mouth as you drifted off to sleep once more.

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a/n: ending on a fluffy note - comments and likes are appreciated!

[lu-dao-writes]

⃟͚̊✿Thinkin’ Bout Ais and Vere…

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) threesome, dick sucking, anal or vaginal sex, friends w/ benefits, monsterfucking, gn!reader, a pinch of angst.

A threesome with Ais and Vere where Vere is laid up on a bunch of plush and brightly colored pillows (like the pillow princess he is), and controls your head movements when he thinks you’re not going fast or not taking him deep enough for his liking.

He likes how you gag a little as your deep throat his dick, his massive, fluffy red tail lightly wagging off to the side as he lets out breathy little moans.

And Ais has your hips gripped in a bruising grip as he hits it from the back, your ass marked with ropes of white.

Every moment with them is always exhilarating. Never dull, and typically ends in a night, or morning, or afternoon with a passionate tussle.

And aftercare is ever so sweet and relaxing, Ais typically in the middle to alternate kissing on you and Vere, and the both of you returning the favor and reaching over Ais to kiss each other.

But… It’s all just for fun. You made it evident that you just wanted a release, to help with the never ending stress in your life, and you trust them both enough with your body.

And it’s clear that Ais seems… Attached, to both you and Vere.

And Vere... You can’t get a good read on him, but he cares. But you’re not sure if he’s has room for a committed relationship. You get him.

But you can’t help the ever growing weed that’s slowly blooming in your chest when you find yourself with them.

How complicated…

[bonecaffeine]

TOUCHSTARVED MATCHUPS are closed!!

Edit: While I am so so happy with the amount of attention this post got and the number of requests I received, I have to close these matchups for now. I hope to finish them all in october! Once I am done I might re-open them so stay tuned!

I've recently played the demo and I've been in love ever since! To show off my admiration for Touchstarved and its characters I decided to open up matchup requests, in which you'll be matched with one of the main characters!

To get a match up all you'll need is to send me a description of yourself in my inbox. Please fill out your description based on these points:

Your pronouns;

Your name, nickname (though it's optional!);

Do you want a romantic or a platonic matchup (no nsfw this time, sorry.)?

A brief overview of your looks and physical features;

Your personality: likes, dislikes, hobbies, fun facts, etc;

If you really don't want to be matched with a certain character, let me know.

Feel free to be as open and honest as you like with any of these points! What matters the most is your personality, so you don't have to talk much about your appearance in case that's what you're uncomfortable with. Also, if you have any triggers, mention those! I'd hate to upset anyone with their matchup. If you're worried that your description is too long or too short, it's okay. You can ramble as much or as little as you want. Aaand my final point - once I finish your matchup I'd love to hear your thoughts on how accurately I wrote about you or if I paired you with a favorite character:-) anyways, can't wait for all of your requests~~

[kimiro-art]

*sigh* if there was just some soft headcanon/ ff of ais x vere x mc being all cute and dumb together. All in love 😔

[bizzxis]

This is how I imagine Leander in Ais’ route.

[dreamtydraw]

I really like this ship okay, I just hate drawing their overly complicated clothes-

[tartutuu]

guess who started another VN (i have 10 hrs on the demo send help) Little zoom ins on my OC Leanne (The Unnamed) :)

And my attempt to figure out how Vere and Ais work lol (mmm fangs)