#mhin smut

[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.

[touchstarvedbrainrot]

A day w/ perv! touchstarved characters

MDNI yeah? Just the LIs being dirty, needy perverts over MC; they low-key take advantage of ya- nothing too extreme but pls don't read if that makes u uncomfy. Yeah just smutty headcanons basically

Perv!Kuras who gives you such caring checkups, gliding his hands over your body.. asking you to bend over and stretch for him. Look at you, being so obedient for him, showing him all the tricks your pretty body can do. It’s all part of the checkup, of course. Even when he rubs your tummy and squeezes your thighs so, so gently… just trust him, he’s the professional, he can take care of you. He can make you so good if you’d just be his Though his bedside manner is still a bit lacking, considering the way he ushers you out so quickly… hoping against hope that you didn’t notice the precum staining through the peak in the bulge in his pants as he rushes into the backroom, fingers twitching over his cock as he undoes his clothes, almost whimpering at the pent-up need for you… with each and every throb and twitch, he becomes more desperate for you… 

Perv!Ais who’s so sweet to invite you over for tea all the time. He’s a decently good host after all, always having plushy pillows and rugs laid out for you to lounge around on while you sip your tea and chat with him. Of course, you don’t know that that exact spot where you’re sitting is where he was spilling cum into his hand for the fifth damn time just thinking of your voice… or of how cute you would be squirming and whining under him, all fucked-out. You don’t know that he barely had time to wipe up the mess before you arrived, that those are your special pillows… the ones only you use to sit, and the ones he humps while he breathes in your still-lingering scent after you leave. You don’t know that while you’re chatting, he’s only thinking of pinning you down and rutting into you until your poor little hole is all sore and sensitive from him… his sweet little sparrow.

Perv!Mhin who follows you as you walk home. Just to make sure you’re not a threat, of course. Just to do recon. Certainly not so that they can watch the sway of your hips and ass as you walk. They just love letting the little critters in the dark alleys spook you, so that they can appear at just the right time, your little guardian angel always there to make you feel good safe. And to scold you, because the way you get all pouty and huffy over it makes them wonder how you’d react to their praise. Or if eventually you’d give up that bratty attitude and take the degradation like a good fucking slut. They say goodnight to you at the entrance to the tavern, though it’s only the last you’ll be seeing of them, they’re going to be keeping an eye on you. Just to make sure you’re not a threat, of course. Certainly not because the Wet Wick’s curtains are thin enough to show your silhouette as you change- oh god you’re fucking yourself and they’re about to cum on the spot

Perv!Vere who greets you as you come downstairs from your room, giving you no time to ask what he’s doing slumming in this shithole as his eyes dilate in that unnatural way. He glares at you and storms outside, because you smell like everyone but him. And that’s the opposite of what it should be. He’s about to go and tell you to stop paying attention to those idiots (yes, even Ais… he’s better than Ais, don’t you know that??) when he realizes there’s another smell on you. Your own need… all relieved now, hm? He knows he could make you feel so much better than you could do for yourself, but he has no time to dwell on that as he slinks back inside and up the stairs to your room, finding your discarded underwear with your sticky, hot wetness all over it. You’re supposed to be the needy one, not him… but that doesn’t stop him from burying his face in the soft cloth and breathing you in until you’re the only scent he knows, his tail wagging furiously as he pockets the garment and heads back outside. 

Perv!Leander who meets you at the bar when you come downstairs, who loves that sleepy, exhausted look in your eyes. You look so so so pretty like that… and it’s so easy to slip you more and more drinks until he’s herding letting your curious hands run allllll over his body… even the parts that make him shiver and bite his lip. Maybe he should tie you up instead, hm? But he won’t do that. Not yet at least, not when your sweet touch is pressing against his most sensitive spot and your tipsy self is giggling at his blushy reaction. Do you know what you’re doing to him? Please keep doing it… please, he’ll be a good boy for you just keep doing it. He takes such good care of you, leading you back up to your room, helping you strip down to your undergarments, practically tucking you in. Wait, how did he get into your room? You were sure you locked it when you left. Oh well, he’s just being sweet, nothing to worry about.. 

[luckyarchivist]

a different kind of doctor (aismhin)

rating: explicit warnings: instance of revoked consent tags: enemies with benefits, size difference, oral sex, intersex mhin, "can't cum" disease (lol), mentioned ais/leander + mhin/leander summary: Mhin is having a problem—a purely medical problem, surely, but not the kind of problem Kuras and his clinic can fix. Luckily for them, there's a 6'1 Monster around who might just have the cure for what ails them. Also on AO3

“You’re in a worse mood than usual,” Leander says, eyeing Mhin across the bar of the Wet Wick. His voice carries naturally over the dull roar of the bar—probably because he’s used to shouting on the busiest nights.

Mhin resents his careless comment: as expected, Leander’s insights are ridiculously plain and aggravatingly correct. “Then don’t piss me off,” they reply, gruff.

As much as they hate it here, much of Mhin’s work revolves around the troubles of Lowtown and, therefore, of the Wet Wick. Too often they find themself sitting in this swill hall, waiting for a contact too hammered to remember their appointed meeting time. With an hour past since Mhin was to receive their commission, it’s looking like it’s going to be that kind of night. Again.

A low chuckle sounds from next to Mhin. “You make it pretty hard not to piss you off, dove.”

Mhin scowls. Ais hasn’t done anything (yet), but the terrible company and their inclusion in the conversation sours Mhin’s mood even further. Usually, the Monster and the mage would perform their odd fight-or-flirt ritual while Mhin ignored them in silent seething, but for some reason, both men seem fixated on Mhin and their problems tonight.

“So? What’s bothering my favorite freelancer?” Leander asks, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I know I owe you a favor or two. I could take care of it for you.”

Against their will, Mhin flushes. “No, you could not.”

“Oh? Sensitive issue?” Leander leans in, studying their expression. “Now I’m really curious. Not work-related, is it?”

“If I had a work-related issue, it would already be dead,” Mhin says flatly.

“It’s personal, obviously,” Ais says, not bothering to look at Mhin. “Dove never wants to talk about themself.”

“Personal and sensitive?” Leander hums. “Sexual?”

Mhin can’t help the spread of their flush to their ears. Leander’s expression droops into something grossly pitying. “Oh, you’re not...sick, are you? Did someone give you something?” Ais snorts.

“What? No!”

“That’s good at least,” Leander sighs.

“Do they even fuck other people to get a sex sickness?”

“Is that any of your business?”

“Oh, good point,” Leander says, as if he didn’t hear Mhin. Honestly, he probably didn’t. “Not that I’d ever call you a prude, but...ah, let’s say you have high standards.”

“Unapproachable, more like,” Ais says.

“I prefer not to be approached,” Mhin says back, through clenched teeth.

“If it’s not something involving someone else, then what...” Leander thinks for a moment. His face lights up as he snaps his fingers. “I’ve got it!” He points at Mhin triumphantly. “You can’t make yourself cum!” he says, too loudly.

Mhin bangs their head against the sticky bartop and, when that doesn’t do more than aggravate them further, pulls out a dagger and buries it in the wood. Leander yelps, and Mhin looks up with equal parts hope and fear.

The dagger is just next to Leander’s hand, centimeters away from chopping his pinky off at the knuckle. “Ouch, close one,” he chortles.

“Very close,” Ais murmurs. “You’ll get him next time.”

“Don’t patronize me,” Mhin snaps.

But, Leander has dug out the problem yet again—Mhin can’t cum. Somehow, in the last three months, they’ve lost the ability to make themself orgasm. And not that they— pleasure themself often, but on occasion they will as a form of stress relief. And not that they’re usually sunny and pleasant, but even they can feel themselves becoming more short-tempered, their words more clipped, their kills less clean.

That, to them, is the main issue. Their work requires focus and precision to be done cleanly, not rampaging aggression. The longer this goes on, the more their craft—and pay—may suffer.

“Well, if that’s the problem...” Leander pauses and peeks over at them, maybe to see if they’ll correct him, before continuing. “Have you tried—?

“Say something lewd and I’ll make sure you lose a finger this time.”

“Well, I do need those,” Leander chuckles. “I was just going to ask if you’ve tried holding an amorous congress with...somebody else? That might help.”

“Absolutely not.” Mhin spits on the floor. “I’m not fucking some stranger just to cum. I’m not you.”

“No need to be mean, I’m just trying to help! You know, if Kuras were here,” Leander drawls, “he'd probably say the same thing.”

Ais raises an eyebrow, and Leander shrugs, grinning. “Not that I can imagine him recommending sex to anyone, including himself.” He sighs to himself at this, as if Kuras’s sex life is an ongoing tragedy that could possibly be any of his concern. “But I'm sure he's well aware of the medical benefits of a willing partner.”

“Volunteering yourself as a doctor’s aid?” Ais asks.

Leander looks at Mhin hopefully, dull green eyes sparkling and arms spread. It's a hope Mhin crushes immediately with a short, “No.”

Mhin slept with Leander once: only once, and swore never to do it again. Not that it was bad, a part of them protests, he was good to me, but Mhin refuses to jeopardize their carefully curated professional career by sleeping with a client. Besides, Leander is...annoyingly easy to become attached to, and they can’t afford to let their guard down, not even with him.

But Leander isn't discouraged by their rejection. “Then I could give you a recommendation instead?”

With a showy gesture, Leander presents Ais’s slouching figure with wiggling fingers. The Monster’s eyebrows climb his forehead.

Mhin’s eyebrows shoot in the opposite direction. “You’re kidding.”

“I would only offer the best for you, Mhin,” Leander says with a flourish, very nearly hitting the shelf behind him—more intoxicated than he's letting on. “And I'm only speaking from personal experience, of course, but I've always been very satisfied.”

“Thanks for the endorsement,” Ais says. Strangely, Mhin can’t tell from his tone of voice if he’s kidding or not, though generally he seems to be deeply amused by Leander’s antics.

Mhin turns in their seat to look at Ais. He tolerates their scrutiny with no fidgeting, merely setting his check on his first to look lazily back at them.

They rarely observe him so thoroughly—rarely have a reason to, since he’s not yet a target and doesn’t do much but encourage Vere’s torment of them. But even they can admit how someone would find him physically attractive. He’s taller than most, clearly confident in his physical strength, with angles of sharpness across his features—his horns, his cheekbones, his earrings, his teeth. His hands are large and fight-marked, the bones rising up out of his skin. They resist the urge to look any lower, past the deep cut of his open shirt.

Is that why all of Mhin’s regular acquaintances seem to like Ais so much, despite the fact that he’s so awful? Just because he’s hot?

With their assessment over, Mhin delivers their verdict.

“I’d die before I fucked you,” Mhin says.

Surprisingly, Ais laughs at that, his lips opening up to show off his thick fangs. Leander groans. “Always so difficult, you. And so dramatic!”

“I thought someone with your track record might appreciate drama,” they say, putting their mouth back on the rim of their glass.

But after Mhin leaves, the strangest thing happens: They keep thinking about it. About fucking Ais.

They fall asleep thinking about it. When they disembowel a difficult Soulless the next day, blood and entrails in too many places, they’re thinking about it. When they collect their due payment, they’re thinking about it, and on their silent, cautious walk home they think about it  some more. And then they go to sleep and dream about it, about Ais of all beings.

It's frustrating. Annoying. Worse, unbearably arousing. They wake in the middle of the night, throbbing, their hand sneaking between their legs. It takes them too many minutes to realize they're imagining Ais' mouth on their skin, Ais' hands on their waist. Ais's cock between their legs. They press both hands into their eye sockets with a groan and smell themself and wish they were dead. 

Mhin is at least spared the crushing psychic death of bringing it up to Ais themself. He knows, somehow—in hindsight, it’s probably because his disgusting Seaspring puppets lurk in every corner of Eridia, following Mhin’s every move with their unsettling red eyes. The thought of those eyes looking in as they tried and failed to pleasure themself evokes a rare tremor. Well, it’s either that or Mhin let something slip to Leander after being cajoled into a drink and then forgot about it, the likelihood of which is low but never zero.

Regardless, it’s been long enough that Mhin’s almost fooled themselves into thinking that their problem is forgotten. A bolt of dread runs through them when they turn the corner and see Ais next to the door to their semi-temporary lodgings, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. 

“Heard you were looking for me,” Ais says, still not opening his eyes.

“From who?”

“Nobody in particular.” He opens one eye, and rolls it down to stare at Mhin. “Why? Did I hear wrong?”

Mhin doesn’t respond to the question. Both Ais’s eyes open, smiling, as Mhin unlocks their door.

“Don’t expect to get anything out of this,” Mhin says, low and measured. “Do you understand? This is just—business.”

“So you’re letting me in.” It’s not a question.

Mhin doesn’t leave the door open for Ais. In fact, they close it behind him—but he catches it before it shuts, of course, and tromps behind Mhin, up the stairs to their bedroom.

The first thing Ais does is tie Mhin’s hands to the bed frame.

He works quickly, humming a few notes of something under his breath. When he backs off, Mhin pulls hard at the restraints. They’re tied well. Mhin’s almost impressed. Almost. Mostly, they’re annoyed.

“Was this necessary?” they ask.

“I’m not convinced you won’t try to kill me while we’re doing this, so yeah.”

Mhin scoffs, pulling at the restraints again. “If you think I need my hands to kill you—”

“I think it'll be a lot harder to kill me without your hands,” Ais replies, ”but you're welcome to get creative.” He snickers. “Don't think you'll beat Leander in that department, though.”

“Don't talk about him right now,” Mhin mutters, resolutely pushing away thoughts of Leander touching them over instead of Ais, sucking bruises into their skin again, running his stupid mouth while he fucks them.

Once their hands are out of the way, Ais undresses them: unbuttoning their shirt to reveal the pale, flat planes of their chest; sliding their pants and underclothes down their legs, the fabric skimming over where their clit lies limp between the lips of their cunt. Mhin’s skin crawls at the sensation of his overwarm hands on their skin. They should’ve done this part themselves. It feels—too intimate. And Ais takes off very little in comparison, only dropping his belts and yukata but not even removing his jewelry. It’s not just intimacy: Mhin feels vulnerable.

Ais crawls over them, dipping his head into the crook of Mhin’s neck. His breath trails over the skin and brings up goosebumps. Mhin feels dagger points against their throat as Ais sucks a bruise up, and an unwelcome thrill runs through them.

“Stop,” Mhin hisses. “Just—just get to it.”

“Get to what?” Ais asks, marking them again under the first.

“Make me cum,” they snarl. “I don’t want to be romanced. Certainly not by you.”

Ais huffs a little to himself. “If that’s what you want.”

So he starts to move down Mhin’s body, but he moves so slowly. Ais spends entirely too long studying them—circling the blush pink of their nipples, running his fingers down their chest to the divots between their ribs, framing their hips. A thought floats to Mhin's mind unbidden—that Ais is unused to such an abrupt approach, that sex with him is heavy on foreplay: soft kisses that grow sloppy, wandering hands. Mhin grimaces. Focus. Or— don’t focus. Whatever gets them to stop thinking about fucking Ais in a less medical capacity.

At least he’s listening to Mhin now. When he’s low enough on their body to be level with their cunt, they get only the warning of a tongue swipe before Ais takes their cock into his mouth.

A yelp surges up in Mhin’s throat, one that they strangle back down into their chest. Their fingernails dig into their palms, and they force a shuddery inhale. They’re not used to such direct stimulation—it’s intense, almost to a point of pain. But maybe this is what they need, what will finally bring them off. Ais hums, digging his fingers into the meat of Mhin’s thighs, and Mhin makes the mistake of looking down.

His hand, with its thick, raised veins and silver rings, spans nearly the entirety of their thigh. Their breath sticks in their throat seeing his face, half-buried in their pale mound. Eyes lidded, he pops off of their clit to drag the flat of his tongue over their slit, suck Mhin’s folds into his mouth, push his long tongue inside of them. Mhin knows in their soul that this image will haunt them in their late, lonely nights. They fix their eyes back on the ceiling, trying to get their breathing under control.

Ais is good. Mhin would never never tell him, but they probably don’t have to, not when their legs are trembling around his ears. But it's not enough to make Mhin come. Their cunt aches, and a realization seeps in through their haze: They need something inside of them, to snap the thread separating them from an orgasm. If this goes on for much longer, they might start begging, or something similarly mortifying.

“Your fingers,” Mhin grits out.

“Mm?” Ais’s eyes flutter open into a lazy stare as he lifts his mouth away from Mhin’s cunt, finally giving them a break. “What about them?”

Mhin can’t tell if Ais is being serious or not, frustratingly enough. “Put them in me.”

“Bossy, aren’t you, dove?” But he slides two of his fingers—thicker and longer than Mhin’s, touching them in such an unfamiliar way—into their cunt alongside his tongue. He’s tickling some spot inside of Mhin that feels good, edges them toward their climax, but even with a Monster's mouth and hand shoved artlessly between their legs, they can't come.

Mhin huffs. “This isn’t working. Try something else.”

“Looks like it’s working to me,” Ais laughs, and the air of it runs cold and sharp over Mhin’s overheated wetness. He runs a nail over the underside of Mhin’s cock idly. “What kind of something else?”

Oh, Mhin can tell now: Ais is messing with them. He just wants to hear them say it, wants their admission laid out to him plainly. Mhin turns their head to the side, squeezes their eyes shut. “Just.”

“...yes?”

“J-just—give me your cock.”

“Hm. Maybe I’ll get something out of this, after all,” Ais says, and they can hear the wolfish grin in his tone. Mhin doesn’t dignify him with a response. If this is what it takes, then so be it. Mhin has never shied away from doing what needs to be done.

But instead of pouncing on them and plowing them with wild abandon as Mhin expects, Ais starts by folding Mhin's legs underneath them. The bed shifts as he joins them on it, and takes up the space between their legs, pulling their hips up onto his thighs. His grip on their waist is gentle, soft—like he's holding a bird in his hands. He must’ve already taken himself out of his pants: they can feel his edge of his hard, swollen cock brush against their own aroused self, and they shiver involuntarily, keeping their eyes shut tight. 

But nothing happens. Mhin peeks out of one eye to look down, and quickly looks away. His cock looks huge, wedged into the crease of their thigh: something they should’ve expected of a Monster, especially one Ais’s size. “What are you waiting for?”

“S'this hurt?” he asks.

Mhin groans impatiently. “Why do you care?” they mutter, mostly to themself. Still, Mhin takes stock of their position: knees at Ais’s waist, thighs pressed against their calves, back against the mattress. “I’m fine,” they reply. It’s only barely, but they’re flexible enough to stay in this position comfortably. “Do it already.” 

Ais hums. His hands slide down to grab Mhin’s ass as he repositions them both, and then he drags Mhin back up onto his lap and—

Mhin’s thoughts rattle to a halt as they feel Ais start to enter them. If they thought his cock looked big, it feels enormous inside of them. They aren’t even sure it’ll all fit inside. And when he forces himself in further, the drag sending sparks low in Mhin’s stomach, they become more sure—it won’t fit. Their teeth grind together and their thighs tremble as Ais bullies the thickness of his cock into them steadily, stretching their cunt too wide to be totally comfortable. Still he keeps going further, deeper, until the head of his cock is prodding at their cervix. Mhin doesn’t even know if it’s painful or pleasurable, it’s just so— overwhelming—

They gasp, the only breath they’ve taken in a minute, and a shudder runs through their body, from head to toe. A flood of their own fluids gush out of them as they tighten hard around Ais’s cock and then collapse into the bed, limp and panting.

“Did you come from that?” Ais snorts. “Just from me going in?”

“Shut up,” Mhin hisses, flushing. “And let go of me.” They move to slap his hands away from their body, but the soft rope they’ve been tied with keeps them from getting anywhere close. “I... I've been— satisfied. We’re done here.”

“Are we?” Ais pulls his hips back, and it’s awful because it’s easier, now that Mhin's come. There’s less pain; more deep, twisting pleasure. “I don't think we are done.”

Though they feel like gelatin, Mhin tries to pull out of their wrist restraints, futilely attempts to release their legs from where Ais is holding them in their folded position against the mattress. No use of their hands or feet, and stuck on the cock of a Monster: It has been a long time since Mhin has made a miscalculation this egregious.

In, and out, Ais starts to fuck them, and Mhin throws their head back, trying not to scream. Their eyes roll back in their head—they’re so sensitive, their body betraying them, shaking while their cock throbs and their cunt squeezes and squeezes around the giant cock it’s drooling around. Little noises start to bubble out of them in hiccups—they aren’t even allowed the dignity of clapping their hands over their mouth.

“Sounds like you’ve forgotten how to sing, dove,” Ais taunts. “Need my help remembering?”

He doesn’t keep to any real rhythm, nothing that could lull Mhin into a more easy type of pleasure: of course he doesn’t. The only thing he does consistently is jab at and drag over and drive into a spot inside of Mhin that makes them sob, their teeth wrenched from their near-bleeding lip. And once their mouth opens, it’s impossible to close again. They choke on their breath when Ais pistons his cock into them; they whine and gasp and thrash and cum again when he takes his time with them, fucking them leisurely, the heel of one palm against Mhin’s lower stomach so he can feel himself through their skin and fat and muscle.

“Don’t know if I should come inside,” Ais says conversationally, after thoroughly humiliating Mhin. His voice is low, but they hear his words too clearly under their own damned noises. “Vere’ll be able to smell it on you. He won’t be happy about it.”

“Do not come inside of me,” Mhin spits with the little breath they have.

“He’ll prob’ly be really mad,” Ais continues, as if he hadn’t heard Mhin at all. Honestly, they wonder if he can—the wet slaps of their coupling and their own pathetic whimpering echoing loud in their own ears. “It’s been a while since he was that angry with me. I kinda miss it.”

Apparently that's enough for Ais to make his mind up: the bad humor of a Monster Mhin absolutely loathes. Ais sighs, and Mhin feels it—the hotness of his cum, burning up their insides. If they didn’t know any better they’d say they’d been cursed; as soon as Ais pulls out of them, their energy drains from them, too.

They catch their breath—or, try to, as Ais runs one of his fingers through the mess dripping out of them, jerks Mhin's overused clit with his sticky fingers just to add insult to injury. “How’s that feel? Better?” Ais asks, sticking his wet fingers in his mouth. Mhin cringes inwardly.

“Fuck you,” Mhin spits. “Untie me, now, or I swear I'll—”

“Don't make any promises you can't keep, dove,” Ais grins. He unfolds their legs, and they grunt at the violent prickling that overtakes both limbs with the return of blood flow. Ais sets one leg back on the bed, and kisses the foot of the other before dropping it. With their legs totally numb, they can’t even kick him in the nose for that.

Mhin watches, their escape attempts becoming more frantic, as Ais puts on the few articles he shed and prepares to leave.

“Ais! Let me out!” they growl.

“So you can try to kill me?” Ais rolls his head from side to side like he’s thinking about it. “Mm, no. Sounds like a hassle. But you can try the next time we run into each other, as long as you won’t make it easy.” He steps out of the room with a wave and no backward glance. “See you around, dove,” he calls, and the door of Mhin’s bedroom shuts behind him.

It takes hours for Mhin to regain the strength to attempt to free themself, and even longer to actually untie the bonds at their hands with their feet. As they do, they imagine how they are going to torture Ais for this transgression. Flaying him alive, bleeding him to death, castrating him. However the method, Mhin thinks, as they pull their clothes back on and rub the angry red indents around their wrists, they’ll make sure that Ais’s punishment is slow and painful before they wipe him off the earth for good.

Thank you for reading this far! Please like it and reblog it and such if you enjoyed ❤️

[leerevoid]

Do Not Touch - Chapter 1

One Lie Leads to Another

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Rating : 18+

Pairing : Mhin x afab oc

Tags : Canon-Typical Violence, Set after the Demo, Alcohol, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut, amab Mhin, AFAB Original Character, Named Original Character - Freeform, Origin: The Unnamed (TOUCHSTARVED), Written Pre-TOUCHSTARVED Release, Attempted Sexual Assault, Leander is a Bastard in this fic I'm sorry, I love him too I assure you it's for plot okay

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Leere arrived in Eridia a few weeks ago. After staying for some time at the Wet Wick, it was decided that she would relocate, thanks to one of Ais’ trusted friends, Sadira. 

If someone asked Leere, they were definitely more than friends in her eyes, but she wouldn’t dare say it out loud. 

Leander made a face when she told him she would be moving to the Saint Crimson Cathedral, and she didn’t appreciate in one bit the somber look he bore when he thought she wasn’t looking. 

Mhin sighed disapprovingly, and Vere moaned about how he couldn’t tease her anymore. Good riddance for this one.

She would be safe and far from the bustling noises of the tavern, there. That’s what Ais and Sadira told her. Or so she thought.

The unbated rain is thrashing on the red stained glass windows with a regular thrumming sound. Reverberating through the grand halls of the Saint Crimson Cathedral, the rainy lullaby muffles all noises, providing a well needed respite from Eridia’s sounds. The cold, hard stone walls provided a humid but safe haven to Leere. Slowly relaxing to this soft melody, she was drifting to sleep.

Falling deep into slumber, a sudden crash shook her awake with adrenaline. For a second, everything was still. Immobile, unmoving and frozen in time. It seems to stretch, and what was only seconds felt like hours to her. Slowly but surely leaving the warm spot of her bed, Leere protectively wraps herself up with her blanket. She could hear breaths, now. Ragged breaths, coming closer and closer to her door. 

Suddenly, all hell broke loose. A powerful shock rams her door to the ground, revealing a shaky and lanky figure still on their knees. Leere stops breathing, putting a hand onto her mouth and refraining herself from calling out her name. Sadira was feral , still trembling on the door and muttering mushed words in her trance. A monster . Sadira had been a monster all along. Feelings of betrayal and the smell of blood churns her stomach and she tries her best to not vomit. The deception hurts like hell, but her anger quickly let place to fear as two shiny crimson eyes locks their gaze on her small frame. 

“G-g…” Gurgled sounds emanates from Sadira’s mouth. “Sadira… ? Are you okay.. ?” Leere tries, tentatively.

“G- Give it to me !” Sadira launches herself on Leere, aiming for anything that she could grab and pin to the wall. With quick reflexes, Leere ducks to the left and bolts for the exit as Sadira crashes on the bricks with a pained grunt. The cold stone under her feet send icy spikes into her soles, and her simple bed gown isn’t enough to shield her from the sheer cold of the halls. An angered scream resonates through the cathedral, and she knows she has to keep running. Run as fast as she can and find someone - anyone -, as she is no match for a beast seemingly wanting her dead. 

She has to get Mhin, or Ais- or maybe she could get Kuras- no, that would be too far- As she runs aimlessly trying to find her escape route, she finds herself in a dead end, the red stained glass window in front of her casting its light on her, as if mocking her fate. She tries to force the door to her right, but it is barren, blocked by whatever holds the door shut from the other side. Turning back, she glimpses the tall figure of her predator held against the walls and fixating her again with her crimson eyes, teeth and claws out. 

Leere don’t think twice before grabbing the flower vase sitting on a small ceremony table before smashing it as hard as she can onto Sadira’s head. A powerful pained cry from sadira, her frame tumbling down the ground and the iron smell of blood indicates her that she has at least managed to stun the monster, at least for a few seconds. She makes a run for it, passing by the body of Sadira who still manages to scratch her leg deeply, drawing crimson blood from her flesh. Leere winces, and finds herself struggling to keep her weight on this leg. Sadira might have touched some muscles, she thinks. Her little vase trick seems to have fulfilled its goal, as she was breathing deeply, on the ground : Still conscious but she has lost her balance, if only for a time.

Dragging herself to the main hall, Leere is leaving a long and steady trail of blood. Useless to hide, she decides to open the main door. As she is unlocking the heavy iron locks, Leere hears Sadira’s whines behind her, coming closer and closer. Unbating rain muffling her cries of fear. The door suddenly opens itself up and she falls onto the pavement meddled with mud and sullied water. Sadira fell on her back, and she fells the harsh touch of Sadira’s elongated nails sinking in her shoulders. The pain is strong and blinding. 

In an instant, the added weight of Sadira’s body is removed and she barely has the time to look back before another figure scoops her up in their arms. Recoiling at the touch, a huge relief falls upon her when she gazes up and is met with Mhin’s concerned face. The downpour is even worse than earlier, and she is drenched in a few seconds. 

“Are you okay ?” Mhin’s voice betrays his concern, and she nods, still stunned and in shock. As an answer, Mhin holds her closer and tighter to his chest, taking a few steps back from what Leere quickly realises is Ais holding Sadira to the ground by the neck to stop her from trying to bite. 

Sadira hisses from the pain. Leere feels bad upon seeing the bruise she inflicted on Sadira, as blood drips from her head, meddling with rain, but then she takes a look at her calf, and thought they were even. With Sadira being held down to the ground, Ais takes a bottle out of his coat, snaps the lid open and pours its contents forcefully into Sadira’s mouth. Slowly but surely calming down, Sadira falls unconscious as Ais instructs them to make way for the wet wick again. They could tell Leander they have been ambushed by a group of Soulless, even though the man was not dupe and would probably guess the reason. 

The doors of the cathedral close behind Ais, who holds Sadira close in his arms and tells them he would assure she would not get out. What this implied more is lost to Leere, her mind muddled with shock from the traumatic experience. Mhin puts her down if only for a second, just enough to wrap her into their own coat to protect her from the rain, and holding her up again, she quietly sobs in their arms as they make way to the wet wick under the gentle gaze of the moon. 

After what seems an eternity, their only companion being the heavy, harsh rain that rattles the roofs of the neighboring houses, Mhin speaks.

“What were you thinking ?” They tell Leere, almost patronizing. 

The words ring in her ears, a reminiscence of their first meeting when they saved her life, in the back alleys of Lowtown. She huffs, unsure how to answer his inquiry which sounds less like a question and more like worriness seeping from their lips. Face hidden by Mhin’s heavy cloak, she is well guarded from the rain, expression unseen to Mhin. They can’t see the way she still looks up at them, her pink doe eyes filled with tears. Face still messed up by mud and blood, she brings a hand up and tries her best to wipe the grim of her cheeks. 

Mhin don’t seem too bothered by her lack of answer, and she leans into them more deeply, lulled by the rain and the steady pace of their steps. 

It’s only when they cross past the Wet Wick that Leere’s head turns around again, wondering. 

“Are we not going to the Tavern ?” She asks, curious and a little bit worried. She was tired of adventures for the night. 

“I’m not bringing you back to this shithole.” They respond curtly, and that was that. 

She hums, the answer having seemingly satisfied her for the moment. She can’t help but wonder where they plan on taking her, but as adrenaline wears off, her eyes start to get heavy, and next thing she knows, all is black. 

She is woken up by Mhin soft voice calling her name. Leere shifts, realizing she was still in their arms. Opening her eyes, she takes in the surroundings. They were in Lowtown, a shabby but sturdy door taking most of her vision. When Mhin realizes she is awake, they gently put her back down, still offering their shoulder for support. 

Mhin ruffles the pockets of their cloak in search of something and that’s when it dawns upon Leere. They were bringing her to their own place. 

Upon realising this, she shifts uncomfortably. It wasn’t a development she was expecting this soon, or ever, actually. She understood Mhin’s unspoken rules very clearly, back then. ‘They are not to be trusted’ and ‘Don’t get too close, or you’ll get hurt’ ring in her head. And yet. She can’t bring herself to believe even an ounce of these sentences. How could she, when Mhin had been the most supportive in her quest, ever since the start ? When they both struggled as outsiders in the middle of this huge, labyrinthic city full of secrets, where you had to fight your way into the food chain not with brawns, but with brains ? 

Leere cannot help but wonder, why they decided to bring her to their place, out of everywhere in Eridia, when the Wet Wick was right here. It would have been so easy for them to just drop her in Leander’s arms and get it over with. So, why ?

The question burns her tongue, and it’s only when she sees Mhin looking at her, still holding the door for her from the inside that she snaps out of it.

“What ?” They ask, annoyed. “You’d rather rot out here ? Be my guest.” They spit out. 

Leere awkwardly makes a beeline for the inside of the house, and the door slams shut behind her. She uses a nearby wall for support while Mhin ensures the door is properly locked, giving it a good tug before sighing. 

They were drenched. She has been wearing their cloak the whole time, and while she wasn’t in a pristine state either, Mhin looked dreadfully cold. Their white shirt left barely nothing to imagination as the white of the fabric became transparent, sticking to their slender frame. She blushes, and brings her gaze back up into their own eyes scanning her features. 

“...Let’s get you changed. Wait here.” They say after a time, leaving her alone in the corridor while they climb the stairs two per two. 

And so she does wait, but not for long. Some more ruffling could be heard from above her, furniture being dragged on the old parquet. She uses that time to look around a little. Mhin’s house was small. Leere couldn’t see much in the middle of the night, but it seemed the living room haven’t been used in a long time. Or used at all, she thinks. She perks back up when she hears the distinctive steps of Mhin going down the stairs. “Okay, come with me.” They tell simply, holding out their hand to her from the first steps of the wooden stairs, holding themselves stable and balanced with the other hand on a pillar. 

Leere nods, a little too stunned to speak. She grabs hold of their hand, and hops clumsily over them. Once she reaches the stairs, Mhin lets go of her, guiding gently her hand onto the railing. She is surprised by the delicateness they’re showing her. That wasn’t Mhin at all. At least, not the facade they put out in their everyday life. She doesn’t press. 

She climbs the steps slowly, her injured leg cold and numb from the still throbbing pain emanating of the deep, crimson wound slashing her calf. The bleeding stopped some time ago, though the flesh was still glistening. Mhin doesn’t press her, but she can feel their gaze on her from time to time, checking if she was making it steadily. 

She ends up on the upper floor by herself, and gazes upon a new room. Their room. Leere could see the way this floor was much more lively and used, the way the bed wasn’t made, or the piles of books staggering the shelves, crammed in a corner. 

Mhin guides her towards a door to her left, and she finds a small but clean bathroom. She notices a fresh change of clothes sitting on a stool, next to the bathtub. Her cheeks redden.

“I- I’ll leave you to it, then. Don’t touch your leg too much, though.” On that note, Mhin closes the door abruptly and she could have sworn seeing them blush. 

Leere sits on the edge of the already filled bathtub, warm water leaving a soothing mist, contrasting with the harsh cold atmosphere. She removes her nightgown and underwear slowly, taking care of not grazing the slash. She puts a cautious hand into the water. It’s barely warm, but it’s enough to send a shiver through her spine after the pouring rain they were subjected to. 

She slides in the tub, a deep, relieved sigh leaving her mouth. She drifts away, immersing herself completely now, aside from her hair that she had put in a simple bun earlier. However, her peace is soon shattered when she recalls the night. She trusted her. And she lied. They all lied to her. Leere felt betrayed, fragile and oh so alone, sitting in the bathtub growing colder and colder. She’s getting difficulties to breathe as she sees again the crimson, bloody eyes of Sadira who launched herself teeth and claws out, who tried to kill her. She rubs off the grim of her face and body with a newfound anger. She looks at her leg, the wound is now clean, the water near the slash taking a light reddish tint as the blood dilutes into the warm water. 

She sighs. They lied. And yet. Sadira offered her a roof when no one else apart from Leander could. She gave her free meals and nice company. She remembers that Ais was reluctant, at first, but ultimately it was thanks to him she was alive, today. So much for her hate of monsters, uh. She looks at her unbandaged, silvery hands, the coarse skin covering her forearms was a light white shade and glistened under the soft light of the candles Mhin lighted earlier. 

Mhin. Where to start when talking about Mhin. It would be a lie to say she was immune to their charms, far from it. She was head over the heels for them and she hated that she was so dependant over them and others. She was always the one getting protected. She wished she could be the protector, too. She had never been with anyone, and thinking about Mhin made the butterflies in her stomach flutter vividly. 

Leere sits up, and grabbing the towel nearest to the tub, starts taking a good look at the bundle of clothes Mhin selected for her. She puts on a light, white shirt with a large, laced collar. The bottoms are simple dark pants, comfortable and a little stretchy. It will do for the night. She takes great care to bandage her hands up to the elbow with the clean rolls Mhin provided as well.

She makes sure to drain the tub, and clean any traces of blood before she slowly walks back to the door. 

In the ungodly hours of the night, Mhin is waiting for her. Their head perks up upon hearing the doorknob turns, and Leere’s mouth gasps ever so slightly at the sight in front of her. 

While she was bathing, Mhin had changed clothes too. Her eyes trails down their naked torso, loosing hersef in their light muscle definition. A trail of white hairs descended under their navel and she blushed hard before looking up. Their expression was unreadable. They got up, closing in the distance between them. She has too look up when looking at them, but she doesn’t mind it one bit. Their hand find their way to her cheek, and she leans into their touch, humming, eyes still fixated on theirs.

“I.. “ They’re at loss for words, wondering what to say, how to act. Their confusion is obvious, a small blush spreading across their face as they turns around once more, comforting touch leaving her cheek, inviting her to sit on the edge of the bed. “We need to clean that wound.” 

Wordlessly nodding, she walks towards the bed, sitting and propping her injured leg next to her so that Mhin had easy access to it. 

Carefully, with the dexterity of a surgeon, they pull out a few bottles and cottons ready to their side. He dabs the dark brown liquid onto a clean cotton and starts cleaning up and disinfecting the wound. A small hiss escapes Leere’s lips. 

“I’m sorry.” They say. But there’s more to it, Leere can feel it. They’re not just apologizing for being a little rough with her leg. 

“You... it’s not your fault.” Leere coughs, voice trembling, still a little coarse after screaming her lungs out in the cathedral. 

“Hm.” Is all Mhin answers. after some time, they add, “I could have done something to prevent this.” And Leere isn’t sure if they’re talking about the incident or the whole ordeal, this time.

Mhin has finished cleaning up the cut, and is now bandaging her calf with a thick white cloth. 

“Done what ? Kept watch every night ?” She chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

They hums in approval again, face grave and somber. Leere realizes they are completely serious. Oh.

Awkwardness falls upon them again, the only sound heard being the still heavy rain rattling the roof and windows. By now, Mhin was stashing the bottles away, and sitting up, snuffs the candles out in the bathroom. They stops there, Halfway through the door. A hand on the wall, they were putting some weight on it as their body tilted slightly. In the moonlight, they looked ravishing. Their white hair was reflecting the light in wondrous manner, and their piercing eyes were looking at her. Only her. She gulped. 

After some time, They concluded. “I’ll go sleep downstairs-” But Leere cuts them off. 

“Stay.” She blurted out pleadingly. “Please, stay. With me.” She pats the bed slightly, inviting. 

Leere could see their internal turmoil. With some finality, Mhin closes the door leading to the stairs, and steps towards her. 

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Leere is my Original character. Sadira belongs to one of my best friends and is featured in this fic with their permission.

This fic is crossposted on Ao3

I hope you guys are excited for a slow burn between two emotionally constipated pals. Wish them good luck, because they'll need it.

[devicam]

Recently started playing a new game and so far I haven’t seen much for all the characters or I’m not searching hard enough.

(Be aware that the game hasn’t be released yet, I have played the Demo I know what I’m doing…maybe…)

If anyone wants to request something or wants to have something of these characters specifically written, message me!!

What I will write:

- Fluff

Anything sweet and/or calm, I adore head cannons about characters and getting to write them in a domestic matter.

- Angst

I am a sucker for angst, anything to make you cry your heart out or even get mad at I will write! Warning I might not finish it myself cause I will be crying or pissed off.

- Smut

I have a few rules for smut, I don’t tend to write sexual things but I will make an exception!! I will however not write anything that has to do with:

Non-con

Accidental pregnancy

Water sports

Or Age play.

Thank you very much.

The character I will write for are, well all of them:

- Kuras

- Ais

- Mhin

- Leander

- Vere

If you all are comfortable with that then sit down and prepare yourself for the most shitty fanfics I’ve every created because hell knows my grammar sucks ass. 💀

[leerevoid]

Do Not Touch - Chapter 3

I can hear your Call

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Rating : 18+

Pairing : Mhin x afab oc

Tags : Canon-Typical Violence, Set after the Demo, Alcohol, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut, amab Mhin, AFAB Original Character, Named Original Character - Freeform, Origin: The Unnamed (TOUCHSTARVED), Written Pre-TOUCHSTARVED Release, Attempted Sexual Assault, Leander is a Bastard in this fic I'm sorry, I love him too I assure you it's for plot okay

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Leere despises the snickering smile Leander makes when she slips back into the Wet Wick, Face reddened by tears. She exchange a look with him, and he only smiles wider. She groans and makes a beeline for the spare room, slamming the door behind her for good measure. She ensures it’s properly locked before making her way towards the bed, and she sinks head first onto the mattress. The joyful sounds of the Tavern are muffled by the heavy door. Someone knocks on her door, and she huffs. She shouts to Leander to leave her alone, voice shaking and unsure, and the knocking stops. 

Eventually, the noises die down slowly, as the customers starts leaving the Inn, only leaving a few Bloodhounds keeping watch and playing cards. Alcohol flows still, and she can hear the cheers as another fool buy a whole round for the others. She crawls into the bed, only bothering to remove her muddy boots with a lazy hand. She doesn’t eat this night, refusing to face Leander’s too-happy face. 

She falls into a light slumber, the bed oh so very cold. 

She doesn’t see Mhin the next day, and neither the following. She doesn’t see them at all for a week, she realizes. 

She wonder what they’re up to, and she cannot help but regret the harsh words she has thrown their way during their confrontation. She misses their warmth and proximity, she misses the way their hair would fall onto their face while they slept, their slow but steady breathing lulling her during the cold nights. 

She gazes at her coinpurse, sitting miserably on the nightstand, and she sighs, desperate. Her funds were drastically low and she needed to get some income as soon as possible if she wanted to move on with her life. She dresses simply, and ties her hair into a messy bun that she hides beneath her hood. She takes a breath before she opens the door of her room, and steps into the way too luminous tavern, already bustling with activity and customers. She locks her door and store her key into her coinpurse. She stares a few seconds at Mhin’s spare key. Mixed feelings bubbles in her mind and she can feel the tears threatening to fall. She closes her coinpurse abruptly, shaking her head. 

Taking a few steps towards the mission board of the main room, she struggles to make her way, having to dodge a few rude bloodhounds who were too drunk to care about their surroundings. The panel is pinned high on the wall, and she has to get on her tiptoes to reach the highest contracts. She hears a few mocking laughs behind her, but she ignores them. She scans each demand, eyes focused on the shaky written words of the parchments. Soulless hunting, Escort missions, Protection of goods… And shadier sentences found on the smallest papers. She sighs, head low. Nothing was fit for her, or, she wasn’t fit for these jobs, more like. As she was preparing to get out of the way, her feet already rotating towards the exit of the Wet Wick, A hand places itself onto her shoulder, breath as cold as death. 

“Who do we have here, hm ?” Vere spurs in her ear. 

She has to refrain a motion of disgust, knowing all to well it would only satisfy him even more. This dude got off over the weirdest things, she thinks.

“And hello to you too, Vere.” She answers flatly, eyes refusing to turn and still fixated over the mission board. 

“Aw, don’t give me the cold shoulder just because your little lover isn’t around anymore…” He sniffs dramatically, but his words ticks her the wrong way. 

“And what do you even mean by that ?” She snarks, answer coming more aggressively that she would have liked to. His nails sinks into her shoulder.

“Oh, you know, the usual… It’s not everyday that the Senobium descends this much into Lowtown.” He laughs. 

Somehow, his sentence rings the alarm for Leere. She can feels that something isn’t right. The hand leaves her shoulder, and she bolts for the second exit door, not even looking at Vere as she leaves the Wet Wick in a hurried pace.

“And don’t forget to say hi for me, will you ?” He calls. It only takes a second before the Wet Wick’s door is burst open, several Senobium’s clerics rounding up the Bloodhounds and customers, holding everyone inside. But Leere is already outside, and the door bangs behind her. 

The street is in a panic, She had never seen this much Senobium members at the same time, not even that day she went in front of the gates. She hears screams and horrid sounds coming from the markets, and she runs for it, despite her brain screaming at her that she’s heading straight into danger. She pass through the backalleys and small streets, hopping over the puddles of mud and what, as she closes in to the markets and lower city, she realizes is blood. 

She passes an angle, and almost trips over the mangled body of a citizen. His face is butchered, eyes gouged and intestines flowing out. She has to refrain a gag, but the ever pressing noises coming from the markers distracts her enough, and she pushes forward. 

Senobium Clerics are rounding up the citizens, holding them together on the main road. What is usually a lively, bustling street full of life is now a massacre. The mud is red, and she sees several other corpses littering the pavement. Soldiers and Clerics are mixed and give each other orders, Clerics trying to calm the people while assuring them this Cleansing will ensure no more Soulless in Lowtown. Soldiers keep watch of the panicked crowd, while a Medic takes one citizen at a time, holding them down and looking at their eyes. Searching. Searching for something. Those who pass the test are relocated to another group too far from her reach, to another street she couldn’t spy on. 

The unlucky, they are summarily executed on the spot. As the medic calls for assistance, a soldier comes from behind and slash the poor boy’s throat with a rusty dagger. His crimson red eyes flashes her a look before dimming to a greyish blue hue. The victim falls into the puddles, holding their necks as friends and family scream in horror at the vision. A Soldier drags each body onto a barrow still full of market goods. The pile is already taller than her. 

They’re hunting the thralls, she realises. Powerless and miserable, Leere only watched in fear as the citizens were sorted one by one by the Senobium. She looked into the crowd, terrified of finding a white head in it, but she sighed of relief when she didn’t. She hated herself to even think about how she was relieved it wasn’t Mhin, but them. She hated herself to think about what would happen if the Senobium fell onto Mhin and realized their condition. Or even herself. 

Passing through the shadows, she crosses the roads in a blink and makes her way for Mhin’s house. The streets are eerily empty, the smell of death still full in her nose. She stumbles in front of her door, struggling to find her key. After a few seconds, she turns the lock one, two times, and pushes it. She scans the room. The living room is as still as ever, no sounds coming from the inside. she starts to climb the stairs as fast as she can, only to find their bedroom dreadfully empty. 

She tries to reassure herself in the fact that nothing seems to have been disturbed, and she sighs.

Where in the world is Mhin ?

And so Leere waits. She waits all alone on the first steps of the wooden stairs. She feels like hours have passed when she finally decides to head out as the Sun goes down. 

She locks the door again on her way out, and carefully steps on the pavement. The streets are empty once more, not a soul in sight. She makes her way back to the markets. The cart has disappeared, along with the Senobium officials and the remaining citizens. Instead, the only proof of their passage being the deep, burgundy pool of blood in the middle of the street. 

Someone shoves her aside, dragging her carelessly by her hair. Leere tries to jerk out of the painful grasp, but the grip of the stranger is strong and unforgiving. 

“Leander ?” She gasps, But as she makes a sound, a solid hand slams itself on her mouth and she protests, muffling. 

“Do you want to get killed, really ?” He scolds her, pushing her violently against the wall. Her head makes contact with the concrete and sounds start ringing in her ears. She pins herself against the next crate, trying to regain her balance while Leander leans against the other wall in front of her.

“What are you doing.. here… ?” She spits, head still spinning a little. 

He huffs and draws a puff out of his cigarette he just lighted. 

“You barely escaped a massacre, and that’s the first thing you ask ? You must really like me. Not that I’m complaining-” He starts, but Leere shoves him as hard as she can against the wall, holding him by the lapels of his coat. She’s on her tiptoes and yet she barely reach his chin. 

“What the fuck are you planning, Leander ?” She seethes between her teeth, eyes fire and warth emanating from her. She was tired of his ploys and remarks. 

“Now now, You know I like you feisty, but I’d rather you do it in bed.” He snaps back, barely shaken by her display of anger. 

He pushes her, holding her by the throat with one hand and pinning her bandaged arms to the wall with the other.  His whispers in her ear, lips grazing her and she shivers at the sensation of his slimy breath against her. 

“Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be held by a real man, Leere ? To have you unravel under me… bending and pleading for me..” He bites her earlobe, and she struggles in his arm, to no avail. She wants to scream but her throat is stuck and she’s frozen against the wall. “You just need to say the words, and I’m yours.” His body getting closer to hers, she makes the motion to kick him in the groin, but she is instantly countered and he tightens his grasp over her windpipe. 

“Now, don’t be a bother and-” 

Leander is cut off instantly as Ais punches him straight in the face. He stumbles into the mud, holding his face with anger and rage. 

“Get the fuck away from her.” He huffs. His fist is covered in blood, and when Leander reveals his face, it’s easy to guess that his nose may be broken. He wipes the blood off his face with a smirk, tainting his glove. 

“Really, Ais ? You already have your bitch, you can leave some to me.” He eyes her up and down, and she wants to vomit. Settling his gaze back on Ais, Leander considers his options. He could fight for it, but he’s not stupid and knows too well than Ais surpasses him in strength. 

Ais lunges forward, pinning Leander to the ground and holding half of his face in the mud, making sure Leander could still see him. He bends down, face close to Leander’s, and mutters : 

“I have given you all the opportunities to redeem yourself,” His words are cold and biting. “And you’re still the same slimy bastard I’ve ever known. You think of yourself like the hero of the people, but in truth, you’re the worst monster out of all of us.” He concludes, clawing his face, drawing blood. “You disgust me, Leander.” Ais spits on his cheek. “Get out of my sight.”

He releases Leander, pushing him one last time for good measure. Leander winces at the pain, his skull colliding with the bricks. 

Leander gets up, eyes the two of them and tries to downplay the ordeal.

“Come on, Ais, I’m just-”

“Next time, I’ll kill you.” He cuts him off. “Let’s get you to safety, okay ?” He turns to Leere, holding out his hand for her, suddenly very thoughtful of her wellbeing.

They wait as Leander disappear in the shadows, while they make way for the Seaspring.

She’s oh so very cold.

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Leere is my Original character. Sadira belongs to one of my best friends and is featured in this fic with their permission.

This fic is crossposted on Ao3

Leander is… yeah. For real though, I do love his character but for plot reasons he became the bad guy here. Sorry Leander fans, I'll make it up to you I promise !

[leerevoid]

Do Not Touch - Chapter 2

The Narrow Line Between You and Me

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Rating : 18+

Pairing : Mhin x afab oc

Tags : Canon-Typical Violence, Set after the Demo, Alcohol, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut, amab Mhin, AFAB Original Character, Named Original Character - Freeform, Origin: The Unnamed (TOUCHSTARVED), Written Pre-TOUCHSTARVED Release, Attempted Sexual Assault, Leander is a Bastard in this fic I'm sorry, I love him too I assure you it's for plot okay

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Leere shifts uncomfortably at the edge of the bed. She looks ready to make a run for it at any minute, and she takes some deep breaths, allowing herself to sink a little more in the plush mattress of Mhin’s bed. They watch her intently, gazing down over her face to discern any hints of… she didn’t really know what they were looking for. She could feel her cheeks burn with embarrassment and want. Want to have them closer, oh so much closer. As they attain the edge of the bed themselves, Leere reaches out instinctively, her bandaged hands aiming for their right arm. She catches herself in the middle of her action, though, suddenly aware again of her curse and bandages. 

Leere pulls her hands in her lap, and the tension grows thick. Mhin gulps silently, their white and red eyes locked in her pink irises. She looks so pristine under the moonlight. Her white eyelashes flutter slowly, while her long, white and wavy hair frame her face, falling behind her back. Her plump lips are slightly parted, and she is madly blushing, the red of her cheeks contrasting with her pale complexion.

A small stream of air makes her shiver, and Mhin reaches out in turn. 

Their hands find themselves on both sides of her face, and they sit down next to her. Leere looks stunned, but the small gasp escaping her lips is enough of a tell for Mhin. They come closer, inching their face slowly towards hers. She licks her lips, expectantly, and recoils slightly when they’re mere centimeters aparts. Hot breaths and small huffs are the only sounds occupying the room. Leere hesitates to move her hands up their neck, but she caves in once she feels the burning lips of Mhin fall onto the side of her neck, hungrily biting and licking. 

She moans their name, a strained sound coming out of her throat, and they double their efforts, their hands leaving her face to for their left to rest on her waist, while their right find its way onto her thigh. She trembles in their arms, holding Mhin close, not wanting for them to go. They pushes her down slowly, their kisses trailing over her chest, biting softly at her fair skin. One of their hands snake up their meddled forms and pins her two bandaged forearms to the mattress. 

“Let me take care of you,” They whispers against her skin, and she shivers at the feel of their hot breath on her. When they feel that the resistance is not there anymore, they release both of her arms. 

“Mhin…” Their name is the only word leaving her lips, and they growls hungrily, their hands tugging gently at her shirt. After leaving one last gentle bite on the side of her chest, they sit up, looking down at her splayed figure. Her hair frames her face so perfectly, a halo of moonlit white. They grab hold of her legs, settling her in a better spot. 

Leere looks up, the figure of Mhin’s moonlit form shadowing her slightly. Trembling with want, she rubs the inside of her thighs together for some relief. Mhin tugs again at her shirt, their eyes meeting hers and asking a silent, obvious question. She nods, the red of her cheeks deepening in a more crimson hue.

She sits up, meeting them halfway as Mhin turns completely, kneeling on the bed now. It doesn’t take long for her shirt to fall to the ground in a swift motion. They pass their left arm in the crease of her back, holding her a little above the bed and bending her down. At the same time, their right hand is busy moving her right leg out of the way and they nestle comfortably against her pelvis. They sigh, a breathy moan leaving their lips, the feeling of pressure against their crotch leaving them wanting for always more. 

Their lips latch onto one of her breasts, and her hands find their way into Mhin’s ruffled hair, tugging slightly. They groan, becoming all teeth and rougher, as they pin her strongly to the mattress. 

“Ah, Leere…” They breath, their face approaching hers and nestling in the crease of her neck. Their lips graze her right ear, and she tremble with need under them. She tries to tentatively roll her hips against theirs, not really even knowing what she is doing, acting on pure instinct. Mhin shakes, a sigh leaving them as they get closer to her lips… Their eyes locks, and it’s as if they becomes suddenly aware of their situationship. They pull back, the expectation of the kiss leaving her as well as their warmth when Mhin sits up, head bashfully down. 

“... What’s wrong, Mhin ?” Leere probes, unsure if she did anything wrong. 

“ This wouldn’t be right.” Her heart drops in her chest. “I’m not right.”

 ‘For you’ they want to add, the unspoken words ringing clear in her mind still. 

She is silent for a time, but as Mhin moves out of the bed, she grabs them by the wrist, holding them back. 

“I’d still want you.” Solemn and sincere, she searches their face for their eyes. They meet her gaze after a few seconds, the reflected moonlight making their irises shine brightly. 

She tugs on his wrist gently, guiding him back in bed, pulling them close. They reluctantly let themselves be guided back in, but they don’t say anything, this time. They slide under the warm sheets with ease. 

“Are you sure about this ?” They ask. The words burn their tongue, and they brush tentatively a strand of her hair out of her face. They want to tell her so much, yet they share so little. 

She closes her eyes and hums, locking eyes with them, and nuzzling her nose against theirs.

‘“I’ve never been more sure about anything, Mhin.” Leere whispers. They both fall asleep into each other arms.

When dawn rises and the sun wakes up Leere in the early morning hours, Mhin is already gone. 

She searches the room for them, but the only trace left of them is a spare key to the front door left on the nightstand. •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Ais brings back her belongings the next day, and she doesn’t inquire about Sadira’s wellness. Their routine falls into a steady rhythm. They come and go as they please, and with Leere now possessing a key of her own, the spare room of the Wet Wick is quickly forgotten. Leere still holds onto Leander’s gift, just in case. The spare key finds its way into her coinpurse for safekeeping.She learns that this place is a rental Mhin got for a cheap price after the owner disappeared, explaining the state of the lower floor of the house, traces of life scattered, now covered by dust and death. 

They barely speak, and when they meet at night, it’s all teeth and claws, in search of the other, in search of the answer they both seek but cannot bring themselves to say out loud. It always ends with them both pent up and bothered, but they don’t seem to mind it. They hold each other close, mouths mere centimeters apart, and when Leere goes forward for a kiss, Mhin only recoils back. She doesn’t try anymore. 

She makes her way to the Wet Wick in a particularly sour mood. Upon reaching the large wooden door, she can already smell the ale and sweat emanating from the hot room beyond the threshold. She pushes the door with a sigh, already preparing herself for the headache to come. She was still not used to loud environments. 

She has to put her two hands on the door to push it enough for her to slip through the cracks. A strong scent of cheap alcohol attack her senses violently, and she has to close her eyes a second to refocus herself on the task at hand. She pinches the bridge of her nose, slowly making her way towards the bar counter and trying to not be squashed between the Bloodhounds who seem to have barely noticed her. Despite her starting headache, she has missed the joyful and lively atmosphere of the Wet Wick. It made her feel alive and grounded. Razing the walls of the Tavern, she finally finds a spot large enough to be able to scan the room. Apart from the regulars eating each other’s mouths, the few drunkards gulping down their eleventh pint of ale or the Bloodhounds playing card games on the middle table, Leander was nowhere to be seen. Shoot. 

She squeezed between the clients until she found her way to the bar, propping herself up on one of the stools. Her feet didn’t touch the ground and she hated it, but at least it would ensure she would not be crushed to death by the brutes of the Wet Wick. 

Miraculously, Leander appears from the Back Door, holding in his arms a new stash of what seems to be old Rhum bottles. Leander’s face is as charming as ever, and his gaze immediately finds hers, green eyes curving into a discreet smile. Here we go again, she thinks. 

“Leere, a mate told me you were looking for me ! What brings you to the Wick ?” He winks smoothly, and his overly friendly demeanor announces nothing but trouble. 

She winces at his words, pondering the sentence. Someone did notice her in the end, uh. 

“I’m collecting Mhin’s payment, today.” She answers simply, trying to not let Leander get under her skin. 

“Oh, are you ? Interesting.” He hums while putting down the crate and starts sorting the bottles into the rack behind the counter. 

“Indeed, Leander, indeed. The contract announced 10 gold pieces. Can you get it for me ?” She curses mentally at her polite addition, knowing that it would give him some sort of leverage. 

“Oh, but Leere, I can get you anything… As long as you ask nicely.” He leans into her over the counter, towering above her frame easily.

“I’ll just get the money.” She answers, refusing to cut the eye contact first. 

“You’re no fun, really.” He sighs, then leaning even closer, he murmurs, “The things we could do, together…”

Leere ducks to the other side, refusing to let his slimy breath hit her skin. 

“Leander.” A stranger’s familiar voice rings in both of their ears. The voice is deep and commanding, yet it holds a sweetness to it. 

Leander huffs, bothered his fun is cut short by the arrival of Kuras, who looks at him with an unreadable expression. 

“Leere, I hope you’ve been well.” Kuras continues, tone completely different from earlier and suddenly friendly and polite. He eyes her leg, and understanding flashes in her eyes. He knows.

“I’m okay Kuras, thanks for asking.” She answers simply, glad to be rid of Leander’s advances. 

He sits easily beside her, still tall as ever even while sat on a stool. 

“Leere.” He starts again, and she can hear in his voice the hesitation. “You shouldn’t resent Sadira too much.” Oh gods, he was going to lecture her. She wants to speak, but he’s faster. “You can resent her actions, and behavior all you want. But Sadira wasn’t herself, and you know it. She’s been deeply worried for you ever since you left the Cathedral. Did you try to contact her ?” 

Leere sighs, she definitely didn’t expect to get an earful today out of all days. Her annoyance is slowly but surely being replaced by anger, as she thinks back to the incident and its possible consequences. 

She slaps the counter, motionning to get up from the stool.

“You all lied to me.” Kuras recoils at her cutting words. “You lied to me and you decided it would be okay to not tell me, each of you.” Her voice trembles. “It was better to risk me dead than to warn me.” Tears start pooling at the corner of her eyes. “I could have died just because you wanted to protect her more than you wanted to protect me.” She sniffs. “Leander, hand me the money now.” She concludes, pressing him. He mumbles something about customers being rude but she doesn’t care. She snatch the purse out of the counter and she turns around, deciding to take some fresh air. Its too hot, too noisy, and her headache resonates in her skull like a badly written melody.

“Tell Mhin they can come back to my bed whenever, right ?” She hears Leander shout as she cross the door. 

She can hear Kuras reaching out for her, and some heads turn around at the altercation, but she doesn’t care.She disappears through the market’s effervescence.

Tears blur her vision, and she sighs when she realise she made it to the very edge of the city. The Wastes spreading on kilometers in front of her are barren and the salty smell of the rotten bog is brought to her nose. 

It’s been two months ever since her first arrival to Eridia. And she is still at a dead end. She made no progress so far, her quest of a cure for her damned curse halting to a stop. She wished the Soulless had taken both of her arms. that Kuras never found her. That she died back in the salty Wastes. 

A soothing hand comes to her shoulder, and she jumps at the touch. 

She turns, and she faces Mhin, a worried look on their face. 

“Leere, let’s get you home, okay ?” They soothe. 

Home. Despite the warmth pooling in her stomach at the words, she lets out a sarcastic laugh. Home ?

“ Nowhere is home, Mhin. I’m alone here.” They furrow their brows, obviously hurt by her claim. 

They want to speak, but she continues, not leaving a breath cuts her. 

“You could have told me it was not safe. Back then. You decided to protect your pretty little peace and no one told me anything. You lied, Mhin. I don’t know who I can trust when all those closest to me would rather protect secrets than my life.” She’s sobbing completely by now. 

“You’re drunk. Come with me, please.” They try once more. 

“Oh, I am perfectly sober. Why come with you, when you’d rather spend the night at Leander’s, right ?” Her words are harsh and painful, and she knows it, the vitriol leaving her lips faster than she thought. She recoils upon seeing their face, an unreadable expression of anger and sadness overtaking their features. 

Then, she whispers. 

“Have you kissed him ?”

“What ?” The words are coarse and trembling. 

“Have you kissed Leander, Mhin ?” She mutters ever so softly, tears rolling down her face. “And don’t lie, this time.”

Mhin shifts uncomfortably, mouth opening and closing several times, and before they can ever muster an answer, it’s all Leere need to throw the coinpurse at them in a rushed motion. She brushes past them when she decides the conversation is over, and she ignores deliberately the shivers that run through her body. She doesn’t turn back when she leaves.

She slips back into the spare room of the Wet Wick for the night. And the following. 

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Leere is my Original character. Sadira belongs to one of my best friends and is featured in this fic with their permission.

This fic is crossposted on Ao3

Sorry not sorry, but they're still emotionally constipated, I called it. :) Also, Leander likes to start shit on purpose and he succeds often.

[leerevoid]

Do Not Touch - Masterlist

Crossposted on Ao3.

As if we have been waiting already from the beginning Nobody knows our relationship You and I gradually come across each other's time

In which Leere learns to Live, and Mhin lives to learn.

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Rating : 18+

Pairing : Mhin x afab oc

Tags : Canon-Typical Violence, Set after the Demo, Alcohol, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut, amab Mhin, AFAB Original Character, Named Original Character - Freeform, Origin: The Unnamed (TOUCHSTARVED), Written Pre-TOUCHSTARVED Release, Attempted Sexual Assault, Leander is a Bastard in this fic I'm sorry, I love him too I assure you it's for plot okay

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Chapter 1 - One Lie Leads to Another

Chapter 2 - The Narrow Line Between You and Me

Chapter 3 - I Can Hear Your Call

Chapter 4 - TBA