#mc x mhin

[adastra121]

Vere: Ugh, fantastic. It's freezing. Ais: Here, take my jacket. Vere: *smirks, like he's not melting inside* If you insist. MC: *to Mhin* I'm cold, too. Mhin: What?! *takes off their cloak and gives it to MC* I told you to bring more layers, it was going to be cold today, but of course, you didn't listen and *piling scarves onto MC* now look, I've got to make sure you don't freeze to death and— *taking Leander's jacket and putting it on MC* Leander: Hey! Mhin —how long have you been cold? You should have said something sooner! *placing mittens over MC's bandaged hands* You're not an idiot, don't act like one. >:(

[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!

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Bonus: Vere’s damage from earlier in the day

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[eniiart]

I love angst

[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!

[beheamothscreamoth]

Anyone wanna be Touchstarved (Game) Mutuals? 👀 👉👈

┬┴┬┴┤･ω･)ﾉ Why hello Touchstarved fandom

I have been marinating and rotating in my thoughts for the past couple of weeks (*cough* months-), and I finally decided to try and plunge myself into the community for Touchstarved! If you're like me and can't wait until the full game comes out next year (2025,, 🥲 orz) and you wanna rant about your thoughts/OCs/theories to someone or anything, please feel free to send me an ask/DM or interact with this pose!! I am in desperate need to talk to someone else in this fandom orz /lh /gen

I'd really like to interact with someone here while we wait over the long haul,, orz ( ;w;)

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 When you think you can’t celebrate your new years, your new friends make it possible.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Nothing much, Unnamed/Oracle reader, and reader is kinda implied to have Asian heritage, also pure fluff.

𝘼/𝙉 Happy Thai New Years! I’m so excited to post this because I finally got to write something for Songkran! The last few times I was unable to because I had nothing good to write, but this year I finally do! I do hope you guys enjoy this because this means a whole lot to me! I’ve never been able to celebrate Songkran in Thailand, but one day I hope to!🥺🙏🏼🇹🇭💦

You situate yourself in a lonely booth at the Wet Wick, watching as Leander entertains his gaggle of Bloodhounds and serves unique to questionable beverages.

Ais and Vere are chatting away at one end of the bar, lost in their own game, and Kuras is on the opposite side of the bar with an untouched drink that Leander thrusted into his hand; the doctor just smiling courteously as usual while watching everyone around him.

You begin to wonder if Mhin was here when their lithe form sits in the empty space in front of you, the couch squealing slightly from sudden weight.

Their lips are twisted in a fussy frown. “Gods it’s stuffy in here.”

“Nice to see you too,” you tease.

Mhin gives you a pointed look but their lips quirk slightly. “You look sad,” they suddenly remark, face falling back to neutrality. “Why’s that? Did some drunkard bother you?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” you assure them quickly. You then twirl your glass of water, the slowly dissolving ice cubes clinking together and the sweat of the water wetting your gloved hands.

“Where I came from, today would mark as our new years. There’d be a water festival going on and the temple would be quite busy. The water symbolizes washing away last years bad choices and karma. I… Hate that I won’t be participating this year,” you confess with a longing smile.

Mhin’s face softens, but they look away, unsure of what to say.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you assure with a light laugh. “I just wanted to be truthful. I’ll find some way to celebrate Songkran. Maybe if I’m lucky it’ll rain before it’s over.”

Mhin nods before muttering softly, “Well… Happy Songkran, (Y/N).”

You give them a warm smile, feeling beyond touched, and Mhin blushes.

“Thanks, Mhin. It really means a lot to hear that.”

They nod before clearing their throat. “Tell me more about it?”

“Well, almost everyone participated by either throwing water at each other or going to the temples. It’s just a fun event where everyone is collectively happy, unburdened for only just a while. Washing away the negativity and being with loved ones, and sharing a good meal too,” you list off wistfully.

“Gods, I miss a lot of things from home.”

You further go on to explain the foods you once used to eat, and how at the temple you used to live at, people would pour water on the monks hands and receive blessings in return. It felt nice to see their hopeful and happy spirits.

“I’m gonna go head up now before I get overwhelmed. Thanks for listening, Mhin,” you thank, getting a soft nod and mumbles from them.

You bid the others good night and tuck yourself into bed, doing your best to not long for what you once had, and not look at your wretched arms.

There was only one more day left of Songkran and each passing day you’ve become more and more depressed and moody, occasionally pulling away from the other for some space and so that you don’t ruin their moods.

You’re suddenly awoken just as you finally had managed to force yourself to sleep. Someone is lightly shaking you.

“(Y/N)…? (Y/N), wake up.”

“Leander…? What is it?” your grumble.

“Come on and get dressed. Quickly!” he urges, excitement blooming in his voice.

He pulls you up from the bed and you bite back annoyance, going behind a changing screen to dress more appropriately.

Once dressed you let Leander grab ahold of your gloved hand and pull you downstairs. You blink as the light stings your eyes and your aware that the other Bloodhounds are still in the Wet Wick, but they’re not as rowdy.

Leander has you stand at the entrance and you slowly realize it’s raining.

You blink and look at him. “I’m not following.. What’s happening…?”

Leander laughs and brings your frame into his. “Oh come on Sunshine! It’s raining! Look, Mhin told us about how around this time it’s your new years where you’re from, and me and the others planned a night of celebration for you! And we’re lucky it actually started raining!”

Your eyes widen as it sinks into your brain. Your heart races with hope and happiness. “You..?”

Leander chuckles, smiling brightly. “Vere and myself got musicians, and Ais, Mhin, and Kuras helped to get ingredients to make a few dishes you enjoyed!”

You cover your face and twist your lips to stop the trembling.

The familiar smells of food from home now hit your nose and you look back inside to see the other Bloodhounds watching with anticipating smiles and looks, and the gang at the bar, all looking pleased.

“Shit you guys, I’m gonna fucking cry!” you laugh out a sob, pinching you eyes to stop the tears.

Leander walks you to the bar and lets your take a seat. There’s curry, and a noodle dish you loved to eat, and you’re practically salivating, having skipped dinner to go force yourself to bed.

“How’d you get some of these ingredients? I haven’t been able to find any oriental stalls here!”

“We have our ways, Sparrow,” Ais winks before sneaking a glance at Kuras who looks just as pleased.

���We even managed to make that simple dessert you spoke of.”

You sweat a little, wondering if Kuras had a hand at cooking anything by himself. You look at Ais who gives you a subtle gesture of assurance.

You love Kuras, but that man was not skilled at cooking, bless him.

You relax with a sigh, thanking them all again.

Food is served to you and others and the entertainment starts up, the band skillfully playing their instruments, and even Leander joins in with a tambourine, dancing on a table.

You made sure to not eat too much, which was smart because Vere is the first to yank you into a dance.

You could hardly focus on dancing when the fox is so mesmerizing with his fluid and seductive movements, his eyes never leaving yours and that coy, yet infuriating smirk on his face.

Just as you’re getting into your groove, you’re yanked away by Mhin, separated from Vere.

Thankfully before Vere could kick up a fuss (with violence), Ais pacifies him by pulling him into an equally seductive dance.

Now that you’re with Mhin, they now seem clueless on what to do, the poor thing blushing brightly and holding your arm.

But Kuras remedies their awkwardness by initiating a dance. Soon your passed between them both, feeling exhilarated and still a little shy.

The rain outside becomes a bit louder and you pause. When you glance at them both, they understand your need.

Kuras helps guide you through the dancing bodies of others, Mhin glued at your back, hand gripping your shirt tightly.

Once at then entrance of the Wet Wick, you step out into the downpour, feeling a wave of nostalgia as you become drenched.

The music is still loud and you glance back at Kuras and Mhin.

Mhin looks a little guilty as they decide to stay put and you’re not upset.

Kuras shrugs and steps out to join you, the both of you continuing your dance, although this time it’s far more sillier as you hold hands and swinging each other around and then trying to do a waltz, you squealing when he dips you effortlessly.

“Hey, there you are!” It’s Leander and he happily joins in the rain, stealing you from Kuras and twirling you around, you laughing happily.

And shortly after, Ais arrives, and you’re once more passed between your dance partners.

Then Leander starts a water fight, using his magic to splash you and Ais, the both of you doing your best to retaliate with your feet.

Kuras is protected from any splashes, likely using his wings, and Vere and Mhin remain at the entrance, safe from the rain and threatening Ais and Leander to not even think about getting them wet.

“Cowards!” Leander mocks playfully before getting tripped by Ais, and you clutch your stomach as you all but die with laughter before eventually trying to get back at Ais for his attack on Leander.

In the end, you both end up on the ground and in their hold, still giggling and overwhelmed into happy tears.

“Thanks so much, you guys! This means the fucking world to me, and I won’t ever forget it!” your promise, flashing them a wonderful and bright smile.

And each one of them gives you an adoring smile in return, making you feel all warm and fuzzy.

“Happy Songkran, (Y/N)!”

[pearikp]

@night-crawler08 Maybe they are peeling them for one another

[riotcat103]

Mhin appreciation rant lmao

Idk what but there's something about Mhin that is driving me crazy, like when I first heard of the game I really thought I would absolutely LOVE Vere, and I did until this mf came along, Mhin is just so complex and adorable like wahh have you seen them??? that attitude is something I can thrive for, like fuck when I first played the demo I was squealing like some 13 year old to the point my roommate banged on my door because I was too noisy lmao, Just know if the full game is out they're rout is what I'm taking first.

Back to the complex and adorable part, I am way too interested about they're curse, like what did they do to get that??? were they born with it?? who knows, and they're knowledge of soulless anatomy? do they have medical knowledge as well?? what about when the MC said were they a scientist??? like wtf?? what do you mean???, Why do they have such a bratty attitude?? what if it's forced?? is there a reason to it? I think so yeah. The way they blush and would look a way? it sends butterflies into my stomach it's adorable ToT, My oc (Ren) and me are 5'10-5'11 so I imagine standing beside them like omg?? I'll still let them take control tho, they're just so interesting to me.

[afterdulce]

hold me until everything is ash on my tongue.

summary: mhin hasn't shown up in town for a few days. concerned, you visit them, only to discover they're plagued by a certain infliction you can help them with.

notes: 1.7k words, literally just about mhin going into heat bc we have to put their monster affliction to good use yk, some marking, dry-humping, this is my sub mhin agenda

Mhin hasn’t been in town for the past several days.

It shouldn’t be surprising; like an alley cat, they come and go as they please, too elusive to track down unless they want to be found. No one else seems particularly worried, either. When you ask Kuras, he simply gives you a gentle, inscrutable stare.

“They’ll be back before long,” he says.

But that’s not enough to abate your worries. There’s an odd feeling poking at the back of your brain, saying that something isn’t right. Mhin lives alone; if something were to happen to them, it would be too late by the time somebody noticed. They get into their fair share of scrapes, too. You’ve seen them wobbling into Kuras’s clinic, blood seeping through their clothes.

Besides, the truth is that you’re a little lonely when they’re not around. Who else is there to tease and bump elbows with at the bar? No one can take their place.

It’s with those thoughts swirling in your mind that you screw up your courage and head to the location of one of their hideouts.

They had given you the information about their various little hideouts on a strictly confidential basis– “I have several places around the city. This is one of them. We can talk in private here. Stop grinning, it doesn’t mean anything–” on the pain of death if you told anyone else. They might not even be there, but it would at least soothe some of your worries if you still tried to see if they were there.

Pocketing some oranges (if they were sick, fresh fruit would do wonders, even if it is a bit above your price range), you step through the streets, keeping your head down, heading through winding alleys and twisting streets until you reach a non-descript door, tucked into a cobblestoned corner.

You knock on the door. “Mhin?” you ask softly as you can.

Silence. Then, an odd thump.

They were there, after all! Your heart leaps. “Hey, it’s just me. No else is here,” you say quietly. “I was worried about you, and—”

“Go away.” Their voice is strained, which dulls the snarl in their voice. Something thumps against the door again.

You pause. “Hey, are you okay? You don’t sound like you’re doing so well.”

“You need to leave,” they hiss. How badly were they faring, to sound like his? Your pocketful of oranges are a poor remedy to whatever inflicts them, and it must be serious.

“I’m not going to leave if you’re sick,” you say. “It’s been days. How long have you been in there? Do you need Kuras? I’m not leaving until you’re okay. If you need help, then I want to help you–”

At your last words, the door wrenches open, and something snakes around your wrist and yanks you in. You stumble as the door closes behind you with a soft click. You squint in the soft darkness of the room– you can’t make anything out. It’s all smudges and blurs, with only the faintest edge of sunlight trickling through the curtained window.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Mhin says lowly. It sounds like their voice is right by your ear, but you can’t sense their presence at all. Where are they? “Why did you come?”

“I was worried,” you say. “I missed you, you know? I brought some fruit, in case it would help, but…”

Their breath hitches at your words. “You are so irritating. I don’t… need your help.”

“Then why did you let me in?” Your annoyance spikes at their tone. Even on their best days, they were prickly, but something feels different. There’s a fragile edge to their voice, like a thread stretching to the point of breaking. “I’m serious, Mhin. I want to help you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Then help me understand,” you say.

Something shoves you against the wall. It’s Mhin. Their hands are on your shoulders, grip as tight as a hawk with its prey, and you can barely breathe. They’re close– so close that you can almost make out their face in the darkness. There’s a sheen of sweat coating their reddened face, and their eyes are glassy. Their breath comes in short little pants.

“I… This is something you can’t help me with, do you understand? It’s not– it wouldn’t be fair,” they say, words spilling out of them like overflowing water from a cup. “Why are you always like this? Poking your nose where it doesn’t belong? How foolish are you? If you hadn’t come, I could have just– ridden it out. I could have just– thought of you– and it wouldn’t be so bad– but if you’re here in person, I… You ruin everything.”

Your heart thumps in your chest, a strange little tottering beat. Mhin leans in closer, their nose brushing against your neck. “Mhin…” you whisper tenderly, and they shudder.

The thumping of your heart isn’t because you’re not scared. You’re excited, and your neck burns where they nuzzle against you incoherently, as if they’re not aware of what they’re doing. You’ve read about this sort of thing before, and if you’re guessing right, you know precisely what’s ailing them. It’s no disease after all.

“Go back. Now,” they say.

“What if I don’t want to?” you say. “I said I want to help you, in any way possible. Including this. I mean that.”

They fall silent. There’s nothing but the sound of your rabbiting heart, and their little gasping breaths. Their nose traces cold trails along your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to grant them more purchase.

“You… This isn’t something you do lightly,” they warn. “This is your last time to take it back.”

“I don’t want to take it back,” you whisper. “I mean it. I mean, er– I would also feel bad if I was taking advantage of you, if you’re in this state. I’ve read about this before, and being in heat can befuddle some reasoning abilities–”

They laugh, a short, raspy sound. “Advantage? That’s ridiculous. You drive me insane. I’ve… dreamed about you fucking me ever since you first step foot in this stupid city.”

Your face heats at their words; it’s not like Mhin to be so straightforward, but any comments you can make are swallowed by their desperate lips on yours. You’re not sure you can call it a kiss, not when you’re pressing against you so urgently, nibbling and sucking on your lips. It’s hard to breathe when they won’t relent for even a second, as if they’re afraid you’ll slip away if you do. They run their tongue along the bottom of your lip, and your mouth parts. They slip their tongue inside your mouth, tasting you, tongue giving gentle licks that make your head spin. They could do this forever, you realize. But you can’t.

You slap their shoulders, pulling back for air. You’re gasping, but Mhin barely pauses before they press a string of kisses against the side of your neck like a choker. They suck, and your legs wobble.

Holy shit. Normally, you’re used to initiating everything with Mhin, so their sudden aggressiveness is… weird, to say the least. Not that you’re complaining at all. There’s something hot burning in your stomach at their reckless behavior, so uncharacteristically desperate and unreserved as they leave hickeys along your neck that are going to last for a while, judging from how hard they’re sucking.

They want you. They want you, and judging from what they’ve said, they’ve wanted you for so long you’re all they can think about during their heat. The knowledge makes you feel warm, and flattered, and very, very horny.

As if they notice your thoughts are drifting, Mhin bites onto the skin of your neck, and you moan, cheeks burning. Their bite borders on the edge between pleasure and pain.

“Pay attention,” they whine, jealousy lapping at the marks they’ve just made. “I’m… right here.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. They’re so cute. So cute, and needy. “Of course. Whatever you want,” you say. As much as you appreciate their forwardness, it wouldn’t be fun if they did all the work. You shift your leg between theirs, your thigh running along the warmth between their legs.

Their hands grip your shoulders again, fingers digging into your flesh as Mhin shamelessly grinds along your leg, chasing their release with abandon. It’s an instinctual shift, as if they need to be on you at all times, feeling every inch of your body.

“Mhin…” you whisper, running a hand through their hair. It flows like silver between your fingers, smooth and shining. “How often have you been thinking of me?”

“I…” They avert their eyes, even as they continue to rut along your thigh.

“Don’t get embarrassed,” you tease. “I think we’re past that.” You grind your thigh against their warmth for emphasis, which makes them let out a little breathy moan. Oh, you definitely need to hear that again.

“All the time,” they say, the truth spilling along with their pants and gasps. “All the damn time. When I touch myself, I pretend it’s you. It’s… never been this bad before. It’s all because of you. It’s all your fault. I… I thought it was… a dream, when you showed up. Like this. Offering to help.”

They shudder, and you grind your leg into them again, helping them ride you, and it’s not long before something sticky and wet soaks into your pants from the spot where Mhin is. Mhin looks hazy as they cum, mouth parted. Their cheeks are still red, and they barely wait a second to calm from their high before they’re trying to rub themselves against your thigh again. Their touch sends jolts of electricity along your skin; what you wouldn’t give to touch them directly, without your clothes in the way.

“Sorry, Mhin,” you tease, planting a kiss against their cheek that turns them into a vivid scarlet. “I didn’t realize I was affecting you that badly.”

“You’re… full of yourself.”

“Hey, hey.” You slip your hands alongside the belt holding up their pants, running a finger under the leather and snapping it slowly. “I promise I’ll help you out, okay? Like you said, it’s my fault. So I’ll make up for it.”

When they lift their eyes to meet yours, so needy, so desperate, your reflection the only thing you can see in their gaze, you let out an exhale. Oh, it’s going to be a long few days.

[deluxe-rabbitsu]

Yesterday I was on Magma with a friend and we drew almost all day, this is the result:

It was mostly quick drawings that we would erase (most of my friend's were erased by accident 😭)

But yeah, it was fun!

Ignore the foot kissing!!

[asimpletable]

Monsters Dancing with Monsters

(Happy birthday Mhin!!! Tho this is technically a Kuras x GN!Reader fic, but Mhin's part is at the beginning, so kinda cheating....... anyway i hope you enjoy :D)

Also this prompts the question:

What kind of dances do you think the TS lads would specialize in?

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Maybe it’s something in the air that has them feeling weightless.

But it’s probably something to do with the alcohol their system.

It’s making them feel freer.

Bolder too.

How they managed to get Mhin reluctantly dancing on the floor with would forever be a mystery to a more sobered version of themself, but one they will indulge in fully for as long as their pale-haired friend will humor them for.

They glide around in simple tango, or what can just barely be considered a tango, thanks to Mhin’s measured and steady guidance.  A small part of them laments the fact that they very well would have gotten the opportunity to experience the unknown dance prowess of their friend apparently has had they been less wobbly on their feet, but they are admittedly too pleasantly buzzed to frankly give a damn.

The pair of them weren’t the only ones at the bar today. 

They glance towards the crowd against the bar.

A chanced look, spying over horn and ears has them locking eyes with familiar eyes.  The doctor greets them with a soft look and a curled smile, touched with warmth and possibly affection? (At least they’d like to think so.) 

It has them laughing and swinging a dismayed Mhin harder.

A careless step has the both of them near tumbling, had it not been for slender, deft hands wrapping around them.  They drape both arms over their partner’s shoulders, clinging and laughing to a cringing Mhin before burying their face into the crook of their dance partner’s shoulder.  The pair settles into a slow sway. They feel the alchemist ease slightly once they find a comfortable rhythm, muttering soft complaints and scolding words with little heat.  They giggle against Mhin’s neck.....

Read the rest here (cause it's kinda long):

[adastra121]

MC: Look, physically, yes. I could fight a bird. But emotionally? MC: *looks sadly at Mhin* Mhin: =_= MC: Imagine the toll... :(

[bizzxis]

“Everyone has things they can and cannot do. I’ll do what you can’t do and you do what I can’t do.”

Something I think Mhin really needs to hear.

[eniiart]

[euxeris]

sleeping beauty, but the kiss never comes

Touchstarved || Mhin x reader Fluff, mild angst?

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You’re particularly at your most vulnerable when you’re sleeping. Something that Mhin, freelance Soulless Hunter extraordinaire, constantly made clear to you.

So when they had dozed off in the dewdrop-filled grass in the late afternoon by your side, you could only gawk at them in amazement. I mean, you knew that they’d had a particularly grueling day today, but… still. Surprising.

However, the shock factor eventually rubbed off, and so as the sun started to set into the smog-filled sky, you simply look down at Mhin.

…

Mhin looks very different when asleep.

Usually, they’re seen with a grimace, furrowed brows, and an irritated pout to the lips. But now? Mhin’s expression is relaxed and serene, and their lips are only gently parted as they breathe in and out.

You, as Mhin’s closest companion (friend? Acquaintance? Neither of you knew what the hell you two were at this point) only got to see this side of them every once in a while. The occasional joke that landed when sent their way, an especially delicious looking sweet, a random stray black cat… It happens every so often.

So, naturally, you couldn't help thinking that you were being excessively spoiled with the sight in front of you.

And yet, naturally, being a selfish human(?) being, you still couldn’t help wanting more.

The flutter of bangs as they’re moved by the breeze, the smooth surface of their cheek. The beauty mark by their lips. Lips. Uh.

(You get a bit flustered when you realize you’re looking too long at one particular feature of Mhin’s face, but hey. You just can’t turn away.)

You tentatively raise a hand, so close to Mhin’s face. You want to brush their hair to the side, to hold their cheek and rub the spot under their eye like you’ve seen couples do. You want to touch the beauty mark, and maybe… maybe…

But then you remember. Wide and bloodshot eyes, messy hair, lips pulled into a deranged smile, hands that grab and tear and bring pain to you through pained movements.

So it is with those thoughts that you drop your hand with a hitched breath, and with it you drop any desires you just let linger in your mind. Your bandages are tight, but you can only imagine the worst as you adjust them over and over again.

Such tender gestures, such soft skin and lips and pretty eyes weren’t meant for you here. Not like this.

…

And then, like Eridia wanted to give you an additional 'fuck you', a few drops of water drip onto your head.

…

And then a newfound rain shower proceeds to dampen the already wet grass. Great.

Mhin starts to stir as a droplet of water hits their nose. They blink rapidly, eyes wide. (They resembled the cats they so loved for just a moment).

Yet they don’t question how you haven’t woken them up yet, don’t berate you harshly. Mhin just rubs their eyes, looks at you fleetingly, to make sure you haven’t left, before turning to their soaked cloak to curse quietly.

The scowl was back. Against your mind telling you not to, you savor the memory of a peaceful Mhin for just a moment longer.

“...” Mhin glances back at you, opening their mouth to say something, but then stares and clamps it shut. They look at your pockets where your hands have been shoved inside.

They’re probably worried because your smile seemed a bit too forced. Your fingers fidgeted too much under bandages and cloth. The tease of ‘good morning, Sleeping Beauty’ had died on your lips long ago.

…But even if Mhin had noticed this, they didn't say anything. They turn back around, mutter that the two of them should find shelter, and start to run through the field.

And you almost truly hate, from the bottom of your heart, how that only makes you want them more.

(Your hands form fists within their pockets.)

But what can you say? When faced with such a nice sight?

You’re only ‘human’, after all.

[mysilaan]

TAKING HEADCANON REQUESTS

ENGLISH VERSION (I also take requests in French)

Hi !! Iman there 🍒

I’m not quite sure how to do it but well…

I’ve decided to dedicate this blog to my writings and mainly for my headcanons on some fandoms I’m in !🌷 

I write about :

⭐Blooming Panic

⭐The Arcana 

⭐Touchstarved

⭐My Candy Love (New Gen too)

I’m taking any headcanons requests in the ask box !! But first, let me set my rules…

❌I do not take any request outside of the 4 games I listed. Maybe later on, I’ll take requests about other fandoms but not for the moment !! 

❌I do not take any NSFW request, I may do some soft NSFW if I feel like it, but never something too explicit.

❌If I consider a request inappropriate, I’ll allow myself to delete it.

⚠️FOR THE ARCANA

I do not take requests for Portia for the moment (I haven’t done her route yet, sorry…)

⚠️FOR MY CANDY LOVE

I do not take requests for Armin HSL (I didn’t play his route) and Eric (sorry, I just don’t like the character enough… But I can write some angst about him tho ^^)

That’s all ! ⭐

I’m looking forward to your requests 💖