#my mouth shall clean up my stain with a kiss etc etc

[dailyish-mario-hugo]

* day 65

[berristreasuredlibrary]

Special Medicine

TanjiroxFem!Reader

A/N: ummmm hi! :) I have been gone for a fat minute, I apologize *bows profusely* but here is just a word blob (?) to feed you all as I use my last brain cell to try and finish my other works, but I shall return! Remember to take care of yourselves, get plenty of rest, drink water, and eat yummy food. :)

TW: SmUt, creampie (breeding kink for Tanji), reader is a nurse (if that counts as one?), mentions of scars (from Tanji being strong boi 🥹), nicknames (honey, darling, good girl, etc.), believe that’s it, lmk if I missed something!

Enjoy! Hehe 😉

Soft footsteps walking to the room.

The quiet pat pat pat of you shoes gets Tanjiro's heart racing, adrenaline filling his veins as he closes his eyes. Try to gauge how much longer it'll take you to finish your rounds before you'll walk into his room. Before your small soft hands will be on him.

Before you're his.

His heart pounds in his chest as the door slowly opens and you step inside. He takes a second to admire you, how the soft moonlight shines against your features.

Your bright eyes, the ones he loves to stare into, especially when his cock is buried inside your tight hole and you gush around him, your pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your soft plush lips, the ones he loves to see wrapped around his cock, jaw stretching and slacking to accommodate his size. Pretty red lip stains all around his cock and its base, even smudging against his pelvis when you bravely take all his length.

Your soft hands, the ones he loves to feel running down his toned body, your delicate hands carving and mapping out his rough, battle-scarred body. Gripping his waist tightly as he drills into you, tugging at his hair when he’s in between your legs, lapping up your sweet juices like it’s his last meal.

Your pretty legs, gods, the way he just easily towers over you. Folds you in half, like paper, and rails you senselessly, focused on hitting that spot inside you that you swear makes you see stars. Thumb rubbing your clit furiously, wanting you to make a mess on him.

“Go on honey, make a mess for me.”

“Darling, you’re doing so good. Just a few more, you can give me a few more, right?”

“Oh, I knew you could. Such a good girl, my sweet girl. Always so, so good for me.”

“G-gods, I’m almost there honey. You too, I can feel it. My love, I want you to cum with me, ok? You can do it, I know you can.”

“Just o-one more for you, and I’ll give you what you want, ok? Oh, I know you can do it, m-my precious girl. Go on, let go.”

And that’s exactly what you do, every time . Hands gripping onto him, pulling him impossibly closer, thighs trembling in his grip, pressed firmly to your chest. Pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head, a thin coat of sweat on both your bodies as you come undone.

Body trembling in his arms as you cum for the nth time that night, curses falling from your mouth as you tumble over the edge again and again. Then you feel it.

The familiar twitch of Tanjiro’s cock, the grip on your thighs tightens, and he throws his head back as he too comes undone inside you. His hot seed painting your insides white, claiming you as his again. Now he’s the one trembling, curses falling from his lips as his orgasm washes over him in powerful waves.

And those rough calloused hands hold your face tenderly, as if you’re made of glass, and he slowly removes himself from you. Once he’s sure his legacy is planted firmly inside you, of course.

Gentle kisses are placed all over your face, you’re gently wiped clean, gently held in his arms. Whispered praises, more kisses and Tanjiro’s strong arms wrapped around your waist is all you need to fall asleep peacefully.

And training is better than before, Tanjiro’s stamina has increased so much! Maybe he found another set of breathing techniques to help? Maybe he ate some good food? Maybe he has more motivation? A pretty girl cheering him on?

But as you both steal glances at each other, a blush spreading across his cheeks, a gentle smile from you. Of course, you both know none of those are the case.

It was just some new special medicine, nothing more.

[coffee-cupps]

Can I ask for head canons for Bakugo (and Mirio if you will write for two characters) with a reader who has been stressed out over taking care of a sick family member (taking them to appointments, doing housework, picking up groceries). How would they react and help or comfort them? Thanks 😊 hope you have a nice day!

Ask and you shall receive my child!

@vs-redemption if anyone in your family is sick, I hope they get better soon. To anyone who’s sick or has a family member that is sick, just know that things will get better. They and you will make it through, I promise 💕. I hope everyone is well and having an amazing day!!

TW; Angst, sad Bakuhoe, sad mirio bby, sad reader, and sad author 🥺.

Keywords:

Y/N= Your Name

H/C= Hair color

H/L= Hair Length

S/C= Skin Color

S/O= Significant Other

F/M= Family Member

E/C= Eye Color

Bakugou! and Mirio! with a Stressed!; S/O that is taking care of a sick family member:

Bakugou:

At first he would have no clue what was going on with you. You two would have a scheduled date and you’d say something came up, having to cancel.

He was honestly scared that you didn’t like him anymore or worse: that you where cheating.

He didn’t say anything about it-or, he never had time to say anything about it. He would rarely see you and lately the only time he would get a chance to look at your beautiful/handsome form, it would look rugged and dirty, sacks under your eyes wile dried tears stained your face.

He only saw you late at night when you would come home to your shared apartment and immediately crash in your shared bedroom.

He wish he would understand what was going on, he was worried about you and in all honesty, he was getting pissed off.

When you left the next day, he prepped himself for the evening, practicing what he was going to say, wanting to take a calm approach to things and not scare you.

Finally, the night arrived, Bakugou slept silently on the couch till he heard the door of the apartment open slowly.

He rose slowly and looked at his beloved S/O, there (H/C), (H/L) hair frames there face perfectly and there (S/C) shone beautifully in the moonlight that ricocheted off of the counter from the open curtains.

The tall male strutted over and hugged them, placing his head on top there own head and he caressed there delicate body in his hands.’’Hey Y/N’’. His voice soothing there stress instantly as they couldn’t handle acting like they are fine.

They broke down, falling to their knees, taking Bakugou with them. He didn’t need an explanation yet, what he needed was to hold the one he loved most close to him, letting them know that he was there and that he would never let go.

You sobbed in his chest, holding handfuls of his shirt while you where at it. His large hands moved up and down on your back in a quite comforting motion as he hugged you closer to his warm frame.

‘’Babe, please’’. His voice laced with a begging tone. ‘’Please Tell me what’s wrong! Did I do something wrong? If I did, I’m so sorry; I’d never mean to hurt you”!

You froze. ‘Was he blaming himself this whole time’? “No no no honey, you didn’t do anything wrong”. You choked out a sob near the end. “It’s just- my (brother, sister, sibling, mother, father, etc.) is r-really sick and-‘’.

He cut you off with a big hug. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I was being selfish”. He whimpered as he felt a few tears strain his beautiful face. “Bakugou, please babe, it’s fine. You didn’t know”.

He only whimpered in response. “It’ll be ok, I’ll help you get through this. I know things will get better, I promise you”. His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke.

You stopped crying and grey tired quite quickly. “Thank you Bakugou”. You whispered, voice barley audible as your eyes fell shut and you fell into the world of sleep. Your boyfriend chuckled softly and used his thumb to while away one last stray tear that fell down your soft (S/C) cheeks.

He leaned over and gently kissed you on the lips before scoping you up into his strong arms and walking you to your shared bedroom where you both would finally get a decent night sleep.

Mirio:

Sweet boy would know something was instantly wrong as soon as you walked into the shared dorm room. The aura heaving off of you was heavy and cloudy while your form looked weakened and tired.

‘’Babe, a-are you ok’’? He would ask hesitantly, his smile withering away. ‘’Yeah, I’m fine honey, don’t worry about me. Just a bad day’’. He nodded, a small, reassuring smile plastered on his face as he pulled you close, petting your (H/L) (H/C) hair softly to calm you down.

You and your lovely lover sat down and shared some tea while enjoying the comfortable silence that spread throughout the dorm.

When you got home it was around 7 PM, you two had tea at 7:45, now it was 8:50 as you both shared a dinner of rice and miso soup; courteous of Mirio and his decent cooking skills.

Once you finished you helped him clean up before; -ring- -ring- -ring-; you jolted as the phone in your pocket vibrated to life. You quickly pulled it out and your eyes widened after seeing the caller ID. You looked to your sweet boyfriend with a pleading look as he nodded, saying that he will take care of things here. You smiled gratefully as you stepped out onto the patio.

Mirio cleaned the dishes before setting them in the dishwasher gently, being aware of his strength and being careful not to shatter anymore plates.

He froze as he looked at you from the patio window. He saw your hand quickly move up to cover your mouth as you quivered, tears beginning to stain your beautiful (S/C) face.

He rushed out, not caring about the plates and wrapped his strong arms around you as you sobbed in his chest.

“Y-Y/n! What’s wrong love”?! He shouted fearfully as he swiped your hair out of your face before kissing your tears. “T-they are getting worse”. You sobbed helplessly into your boyfriend’s shirt.

“Who baby? What are you talking about”? You sniffled before taking a breath to try to speak more clearly. “E-earlier today I found out that my (F/M) got s-sick a-and they just got worse’’. Your voice shook, chest heaving and body shivering.

Mirio’s usually shining face dropped. ‘’Hey hey’’. He patted your hair while pulling you closer. ‘’It’s going to be ok. I promise you’’. You sniffled and looked up at him with you (E/C) eyes.

‘’Tomorrow we can work together. We will help them together. I promise, they will get better’’. You looked down, a solemn look plastered on your face. He only softly smiled and tilted your head up.

‘’I have never lied to you’’. He mumbled and placed a soft, delicate kiss on your soft lips.

The two of you headed to bed, forgetting about the leftover dishes as Mirio instantly put you on the bed and held you close, showing as much comfort and love he could give you without being rated R.

The next morning, he woke up early; getting ready for the day before you got up. He made coffee, went out to get some donuts and finished the dishes. Of course he showers though, it was the first thing he did.

Once you woke up, you where surprised to see Mirio holding a coffee cup and a plate full of your favorite donuts. ‘’C’mon babe! Might want to go get a shower; it would be a shame if I ate these all on my own’’. You simply giggled, knowing that you would get through this, with Mirio at your side, forever.

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I hope this was ok! I have 17 requests to do and I want to get them all done by the next 3 or 4 weeks. I’m so sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors, Grammarly isn’t working right now. If this isn’t how you wanted it, I’ll fix it for you!!

-☕️ℂ𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖_ℂ𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕤☕️

[ditch-witches]

Mirror Mirror (Dean-Charles Chapman Smut)

requested: yes/no (ask and you shall receive)

pairing: Dean-Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: smut, aggression, swearing, etc. (i DoNt kNoW wHaT iM dOiNg aNyMoRe)

word count: 2,230 (WHY IS THIS SO LONG IM SORRYIDKWHATHAPPENED)

a/n: If you prefer soft!Dean, please exit stage left because I did him so dirty... - Love, Grayce.

You stuffed your hands in your jacket pockets, pulling your phone from its hiding place as you attempted to find out exactly where you were going. The bustle of the set brought a smile to your face as you mixed into the crowd of people moving towards the large battlefield seeming to grow out of the green hills. You had planned on coming to pick Dean up for the day, a surprise which was welcomed due to your connections with the historians working on the film when you had pitched the idea. You were greeted by a few of Dean’s co-stars---friends that you had met at parties and other events for the movie---deciding to stand on the grass beside a vaguely familiar face. She explained the scene to you briefly but it came out in a jumbled mess. She seemed to know about as much as you did about the movie except you knew she had a rather large role in it.

Someone backed into you, the both of you turning quickly to apologize to the other, but you bit back your words as you realized the person was Timothée Chalamet. You blinked, slightly bewildered at the lanky boy in front of you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t spill anything on you, right?” He quickly spoke, looking you over slightly.

“Honestly, if you had I probably would have thanked you,” you quirked, letting out a nervous laugh.

He furrowed his brows slightly with a smile. “Okay, then I take back my apology.” He eyed your outfit. “Do you work here or…” He trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip as he attempted to place you.

“Oh! No, I’m just visiting,” you gestured over towards the scene and something clicked in his head.

“That’s where I’ve seen you! You’re Dean’s girlfriend,” he replied with a sense of relief in his voice. He tucked the script under his arm he was holding and wiped a hand on his jeans, holding it out for you. “I’m that one asshole from Lady Bird.”

You chuckled, taking his hand. “I know. My sister’s a huge fan.”

He laughed. “Oh? How old is she?”

“Sixteen,” you quipped with a small smirk. He acted as if he had been shot. “I’m joking.” Someone else---someone also rather good looking---crashed into your shoulder, knocking you forward and into Timothée’s cup of coffee. You winced in anticipation of the burning sensation from the liquid, but it never came, instead, it had splashed all over him. “God, I’m a babe magnet,” you murmured, digging in your purse for a napkin. Timothée laughed loudly at your comment. Your mouth gaped slightly. “Oh, my god. That was inappropriate. I have no idea why I said that,” you stated with no inflection in your voice, causing him to giggle a little harder.

“It’s not a big deal. It was the medieval gods coming after me for not being in character. I’m not sure if you knew this but denim wasn’t popular with the clergy.” He took the sorry excuse for a napkin with a smile.

You smirked at him. “Really? I always thought Thomas Aquinas was a boyfriend cut type of guy?” You both giggled. You spotted Dean out of the corner of your eye heading towards the two of you, a rather confused look on his face. Your eyebrows perked up at his attire. His flowing hair and armor were a stark difference than what you were used to seeing. Mainly it was so surprising to you because Dean’s unofficial uniform had become sweatpants and a hoodie. “You look amazing,” you jeered, a smile on your face as he joined you.

Timothée sent him a weak smile as Dean noticed the stain on his pants. “I see you two have met,” he jested, nodding to the stain. There was something off about him but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Timothée began to explain the situation to a derisive expression of Dean’s. The director calling it quits pulled your attentions away from the conversation and a few people came to shuffle Timothée away. He sent you an apologetic smile as you waved him off. When he was finally out of sight, his eyebrow raised at you and you tilted your head.

“Are you alright?”

He sighed. “I’m fine. Don’t go anywhere.” You stiffened slightly as he left for the costume trailer. You felt almost guilty like you had done something to piss Dean off, but you weren’t even sure if he was mad.

You walked in silence beside Dean, your hand in his and his other absent-mindedly jingled his keys. The parking lot was beginning to empty as you finally reached his car. “Hey, babe magnet!” You turned to see Timothée’s car pulling up next to you. He smiled at you. “It was great running into you today.”

“Yeah! Uh, send me the bill for dry cleaning, okay?” You stated, sending him yet another shamed expression. He brushed it off.

“Don’t worry about it. See you Monday, Chapman,” he waved, pulling away after Dean sent him a smile. You noticed his face tense again. The car ride was also in silence, the tension in the air thick enough to slice with a knife. You were worried about talking to him. He had never hurt you and you knew he wouldn’t, but if this was just him being grumpy and tired, it’d be better to confront him at home.

“D, are you okay?” You asked, finally getting inside your house.

He turned to you, his deadpan expression ticking you off slightly. “I’m fine.” You crossed your arms protectively over your chest, narrowing your eyes at him.

“No, you aren’t.”

“You and Timothée seemed to really kick-off,” he quipped, an eyebrow slightly raising in your direction. His muscles tensed and he clenched his jaw slightly. The sharpening of his features sent a shiver down your spine. He looked at you almost darkly.

You shook yourself out of checking him out to send him a scoff. “So…” He took a step forward, his expression twisting slightly into an almost jokingly dark smirk. You fought not to pull him against you. “Are you jealous?”

It was his turn to scoff. “Why would I be jealous? You came home with me.” He stood in front of you, his eyes almost glaring into yours. You hated to admit it, but such a display from him turned you on more than you would have expected. He reached forward to run a strand of your hair through his fingers. “You’re fucking me.” You remained silent, your excitement building under his tinkering gaze. He took more of your hair in his fist and pulled you against him, crashing your lips together in an almost breathless task. His other fingers dug into your hip, bringing you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around his midsection as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth. His tongue slipped into your mouth roughly and you moaned against his lips, your body feeling like jelly in his arms. His hands moved beneath your shirt and then down to your ass, gripping you harshly and grinding into you. At this point, you were already ready for him to have his way with you, and he seemed to get the point.

He broke away from you, leaving you almost whimpering. “Get upstairs,” he gruffly commanded before almost chasing you up the staircase, his child-like humor returning for only a moment until kicking your bedroom door shut and pulling his shirt over his head. You slipped your dress off as well, kneeling on the bed as he walked over to you, his lips finding yours again in a searing kiss. He pushed you back on the bed before dragging you towards him with a tight grip on one of your thighs. “Jealous… Me?” He mocked. He settled above you pressing his lips against your neck and biting at the skin, eliciting a moan to fall from your lips. His hand snaked down your body at an excruciating pace to slip between your body and your underwear. He began to rub circles against your heat, leaning off of you to see your expression. You rested your hands on his neck, pulling him down to kiss you briefly so you could hide a moan threatening to burst through your body. He slipped a finger into you and you groaned, wrapping a leg around him as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. He added another as your hips began to move with his rhythm. You dug your fingernails into his back and his dark expression flashed to pride.

A knot began to build deep within you as he alternated his speeds. You felt yourself tightening around his fingers; at this rate, you’d be done for within seconds. “Dean…” you whined, ready to make him quicken his fingers inside of you, but instead he retracted himself, sitting back on his knees and pulling you up to sit across from him. His fingers slipped into his mouth as his other hand reached up to rub a thumb against your swollen bottom lip, agitated from his tugging and biting. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into another agonizingly short kiss before getting off the bed and dragging you into the bathroom with him. He pinned you against the counter roughly, his lips capturing yours as his tongue once again danced with yours. You held onto his shoulders to steady yourself as he unclasped your bra, his lips once again leaving yours to suck on your neck, his hand squeezing your breast while the other settled on the counter behind you. You slid your hands down to the waistband of his sweatpants, unlacing the tie but he grabbed your wrist, halting your progress.

“Don’t,” he barked. He roughly turned you to look into the mirror. Your hair was disheveled, lips plump from his previous actions, bruises littering your neck and chest. Dean looked glorious and in complete control behind you as he slipped his pants off, taking his boxers with them. He practically ripped your underpants down your legs before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I love you,” he said, moving your hair off your neck and looking into your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. You found yourself breathing rather deeply, overcome with pure passion for him. “Remember that.” Your eyes locked to his as a sardonic smirk spread across his face and you bit back a grin of your own.

God, you were in for it.

He spat in one of his hands before wrapping it around his cock, pumping his hand a few times before bending you at the waist and slamming into you. You groaned at the aggressive nature of his action: something so different from his usual manner in the bedroom. You gripped the edge of the counter as he pulled out of you only to fill you back up once again, snapping his hips into yours. As he pounded into you, letting a string of curses fall from his lips in a deeper octave you hadn’t reached before, your eyes shut in pleasure, attempting to keep yourself together.

Dean drove a fist into your hair yanking your head back up and tsking at you in disappointment. “Watch, sweetheart.” His lust blown eyes burned into you through the mirror as he leaned over you slightly, pressing his lips to your back before standing up straighter and pulling your hips against him, driving himself deeper into you. You knew his fingers would leave bruises and, in a way, you wanted them too. Dean moaned, biting his lip at your slack-jawed expression, his thrusts sloppy. You were thankful for his tight grip on you because your knees were weakening by the second, with each of his movements.

You couldn’t take the wait anymore. “I’m close…” you moaned, looking up at him through the mirror.

He shook his head. His pace picked up even more and your eyes threatened to roll as goosebumps began to spread over your body. “Beg,” he grunted.

“Please, Dean.” It became harder and harder to hold yourself together as you felt each of his jerks and movements. He leaned over you once more, his face next to yours in the mirror. Both of you were covered in a sheer layer of sweat with the look of pure lust for one another mixing with the colors of your irises.

“Cum.” It took milliseconds to reach your climax with his permission and he rode out his own orgasm against you, leaving the two of you panting and barely able to stand. He pulled out of you and you dropped to your knees slightly, a lazy expression covering your face. He helped you up and he leaned against the counter. You took this opportunity to fully examine his work. He watched you with bliss still playing in his eyes.

“Shit, if I had known it took spilling coffee on Timothée Chalamet to bring that out in you, I would have done it sooner,” you jeered, smirking at him.

Dean stood up, crossing his arms and sending you a cocky grin. “Joke all you want. I’m not the one that was bent over the sink, my love,” he quipped, cheekily slapping your ass as he exited the bathroom.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

Devoted 2.

Part 1

Overall warnings: kinkier smut (eg. voyeurism, exhibition, etc.), character death, dark themes, mostly written while tipsy over soju

>> read Devoted here

Just how devoted is Jaehyun to you?

wc: 3,095

Jaehyun jerks his hand back when you attempt to remove some chunks of glass shards embedded on his knuckles with tweezers. “Ow!”

“You were literally punching the mirror 30 minutes ago! Give me your hand!” You hiss, pulling his hand back and resting it on top of the blood-stained towel on his lap. You sat on the floor, keeping your eyes leveled on his open wound. It made your stomach churn, but you had to clean it properly before wrapping it up. As quickly and as carefully as you can, you tug the tiny glass pieces off of his skin and discard them into the bowl he held in his other hand.

He winced every now and then, biting his tongue when it had hurt a tad too much for him to handle.

“I think I got them all out.” You inspect it under the torchlight of your phone, trying your very best not to vomit at the sight of your boyfriend’s battered, bloody hand. “Uh, yeah, okay. Go wash it with warm water and come back here.”

Jaehyun quietly obeys, standing up from his seat and taking the bowl of glass shards with him.

You take out the small bottle of disinfectant and some gauze from the first aid kit. You had little knowledge about treating wounds as bad as Jaehyun’s but you’d rather deal with it yourself than having to explain to the doctor why he was injured without drawing suspicion.

When he returned to his seat, drying his hand with a new towel, you tend to his wound. “Jae, we need to talk about what happened.”

“I know.” He solemnly whispers.

“(Y/N), we need to talk about what happened.” Jaehyun stalks behind you, locking the front door of your shared apartment.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Jae.” You feigned innocence, tossing your purse onto the armchair. You turned to face him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“You know very well what I'm talking about.” He steps closer, locking you in between him and the back of the armchair. “Do not do that stunt you pulled back at the restaurant, especially when our parents are around.”

The “stunt” he is referring to was when your naughty little stiletto strapped foot had travelled up his leg when you were bored out of your mind while both of your parents had began talking about taking a vacation all together.

He was finishing up the remaining bites of his dinner when he felt your foot nudge his. Looking up at you, you pretended to listen to the conversation, swirling your drink around with one hand. He assumed you had done it by accident so he resumed to eating his dinner. But he feels your foot against him once more, and this time, it travelled up his calf.

You catch his confused expression, to which you cock a brow at. You push the leftovers on your plate with your fork as you stretch your leg a little, brushing your foot against the inside of Jaehyun’s thigh. The action had made him jolt up from his seat, catching the attention of your parents. When asked what was wrong, he shrugged them off, saying a shiver ran down his spine from the air conditioning.

Dessert was served soon after and while your boyfriend was distracted by the mango bingsoo, you took it as an opportunity to tease him some more. You pressed your foot against his crotch without hesitation, rubbing it with slow, short motions. Jaehyun had almost choked on his spoon, but everyone was too busy eating to notice his reaction. You gently dig your heel on his growing erection, looking at him through your lashes. He was at a lost for words at how you were behaving, ears turning red along with his cheeks. When you feel him open his legs up for you, you grin victoriously. But instead of receiving the footsie he was expecting, you pull away and eat your dessert, ignoring his pointed glare.

“Not unless,” Jaehyun pulls you out of your reverie, slipping his thigh in between your legs, “You want our families and the whole restaurant to see me fuck you on the table.”

“Like you'd have the audacity to actually do that, Jae.” You breathed, your voice hitching when his thigh rubbed against your core.

“You're right. I don't. But why did you, huh? You want our families to know how dirty you are, naughty girl?” He tips your chin so you'd look up at him. “Had I known you'd use those heels against me, I shouldn't have bought them for you in the first place.”

When Jaehyun got his first salary, he bought you the red-soled stilettos for you to wear to the celebratory dinner that doubled as your anniversary celebration. You loved the black velvety shoes, but he loved it more on you—especially if you were wearing just them.

“Did I hurt you? Shall I kiss it to make it better?”

He opens his mouth to answer, but his phone beats him to it. He clearly looked disappointed by the interruption and you knew who that ringtone belonged to.

“Go on, answer it. I’ll get ready for bed.” You press a kiss on his cheek, watching him shoot you an apologetic before digging the phone out of his back pocket and answering his adviser.

It has been three years since you and Jaehyun have graduated and moved in together. It took you some months to find the job that suits your tastes as a visual artist but Jaehyun was hired by a company before he even received his diploma. It was the brother company of his family’s casino business and it was meant to serve as a training ground before he could inherit it. He had been slowly rising up the hierarchy of the company and it meant a lot to him because it meant he can provide for you.

Your job as a freelance designer wasn’t as generous at salaries like Jaehyun’s, but it mattered to you (and to him) that you loved it and was flexible in terms of schedule. He originally offered to give you a position in his company because then he could be with you even during work hours. But you refused, only because it felt unfair to anyone else who wanted (and deserved) the spot.

You walk into the bedroom, heavily sighing as fatigue catches up to your body. Beginning your nightly routine, you remove all your jewelry and place each one in its designated section in your jewelry box. Next, you strip off your outfit: a simple black long-sleeved, off shoulder top with a maroon high waist skirt that billowed just below your knees. As you let your skirt pool around your ankles, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror.

The matching set of a champagne colored lace bandeau and thong was your little gift for Jaehyun. Little was an understatement: the lingerie covered nothing and merely looked like jewelry that clung to your skin. You don’t know how the saleslady at the store talked you into buying it, but it looked cute when you first saw it and you were probably red when you thought about Jaehyun seeing you in it.

However with Jaehyun on the phone with his adviser, you knew your efforts have gone to waste and you would just have to save it for another day. Instead, you pick your discarded clothes up and toss them into the hamper before freshening up in the bathroom.

You jump into the warm shower after stripping completely naked and wash off your makeup first. As you condition your hair, you hear the door open.

“Baby.” Jaehyun calls out, followed by the sound of the door closing after his beckoning. “I’ve got great news—what?”

You stand under the shower, waiting for him to continue and wondering what made him pause.

The shower curtains are pushed open and Jaehyun cocks an eyebrow at you, raising his hand that had your lingerie hanging off his fingers. “What is this? I’ve never seen this before.”

You smack it out of his hands, “It was supposed to be your surprise for the night.”

“Let me make it up to you, then.” He’s quick to strip off his own clothes and join you under the shower, pulling you against his body. Already, his erection was pressing onto your thigh.

“Hmmm.” You hum as you lean back into him, letting his hands run up your sides and eventually massaging your breasts. “You said, ah, you had good news?”

“Great news.” He corrected, kissing your shoulder. He plays with your boobs a little longer, rolling your nipples with his thumb and forefinger, softly chuckling at your whimpers before he continues. “My adviser said that I’m ready to be promoted to Vice President.”

“That’s great!” You yell when one of his hands drop to your clit, rubbing it harshly. “Th-that’s worth celebrati—we should celebrate—”

Jaehyun was already ahead of you, pushing you forward and making sure your hands were secured against the tiled walls. He switches the temperature of the shower to a cooler one and skips the foreplay by pushing into you. He knew you loved the slow burn of his cock entering you when you were barely lubricated, how it stretched your walls to accommodate his girth and have his cock throb inside of you.

The thrusts were shallow and slow; it was clear he had no intention of being rough tonight. Both of you were tired from the day you had and this was meant to be a stress reliever to cap off the night. But it doesn’t take long for both of you to climax; his fingers toying with your clit to help you off the edge and your walls tightening around him to reach his own.

You dry your bodies separately, wrapping the towels around your torso and his waist, and brush your teeth, side by side. His hand lazily perched on your hip while he smiles at you from the mirror. Avoiding his reflection, you look up at him instead and giggle, bumping your hip against his.

He finishes first, placing a kiss on the top of your head before he leaves to get ready for bed and let you continue with your skincare routine.

After twenty minutes, you pad out of the bathroom and put on your sleepwear. Jaehyun was about to doze off, jolting a bit when he feels you climb onto the bed. He immediately pulls you close and mumbles a ‘good night’ in your ear as he helps you get under the sheets.

You contentedly sigh, letting the warmth of his body protect you from the cold air of the room. “Good night.”

This was how most nights went for the past three years since you and Jaehyun started living together. Not all nights (or days) were spent making love (or fucking the daylights out of each other—it depends on your mood), there were soft hour nights where you would just want him to hold you in his arms and randomly talk about anything you two can think of.

The only topic either of you avoided was that night; the night that almost ended in a broken relationship and a broken, bloody knuckle. But both were healed in due time with proper care and promises.

You’ve never disclosed your boyfriend’s previous actions and psychological status with anyone, thinking no one would think you were in the right mind to still be in a relationship with him. Still, fear sits at the pit of your stomach. Just how devoted is Jaehyun to you? What were the lengths he was willing to reach to prove this?

His snores tickle your ear and you shift a little so his breath wouldn’t be directly by your ear. You push your thoughts away and drift off to sleep.

In the next few days, Jaehyun had finally completed his training and was given the go signal from the now-ex-vice president to take over his position. You were proud of him and he was just as elated as you are, but the consequence to this was a busier schedule for him. You didn’t mind it and understood the predicament. You gave him your full support and celebrated the promotion by enjoying a candlelit dinner on the balcony of your favorite restaurant.

“Doyoung meant to call you earlier, but your phone was busy so he asked me to extend his greeting.” You take the neatly folded napkin placed on top of your plate and spread it across your lap.

“Ah, I got caught up catching up with Johnny. He’s planning to move his business here. Maybe sign a merger with me once I take over dad’s spot.” Jaehyun sighs, mimicking your actions. “He already wants me to handle a merger with the new suppliers for the casino.”

You grimace into your champagne. You never really got the joy and addiction of gambling or casinos, in general. But it was strictly just the Jung’s family business and you’ve never seen any of his family member’s playing at the casino or show a bit of interest in playing. “Why? Are Sicheng’s family pulling out?”

Dong Sicheng, just like Jaehyun, was the only son of a business mogul. His family had supplied the new touch screen slot machines that tripled the casinos income. He and Jaehyun had gotten along with each other when they met during charity events and found out they were born the same year. It was equally convenient that Sicheng’s father had him learn Korean to make international mergers easier.

“No. We’re simply catering to more foreign casino goers.” He nods his head as a thanks to the waiter who served them their entree. “Nakamoto Technologies have been at the top of their industry in both Japan and China, they’re well on their way being top in Korea, too. I’m meeting their representative this coming Friday.”

“So you won’t come home early?”

Jaehyun frowns a bit, opening his mouth to apologize but you stop him.

“It’s fine. Work is work. Yebin and Minkyung have been pestering me about a girl’s night out for about a week now, but I keep putting them off.”

“You should meet them, [Y/N].” He urges, “Even Yebin sent me… a rather, flowery message.”

You laugh at this, “Should I ask what her message was?”

“Just a request for you to join them with a very specific set of consequences. [Y/N],” His voice gets serious, “I-I don’t want you to think you’re not allowed to do certain things because of me. You’re free to do anything you want—”

“—except leave you.” You cut in, making him look at you with a mixed expression of worry and anger. “I’m joking, Jae! You know I’m wrapped around your finger.”

He chuckles a bit, “Funny choice of words. And you’re well aware that I’m just the same towards you.” He clears his throat. “But seriously, I’m starting to sound like your dad. Just go have your girls’ night out with them.”

“Okay, daddy.” You drag out the words to tease him, earning a snort and a shake of his head.

The main course is served and the topics changed from office rumors to college memories. It had originally started out as your regular date nights, but all this reminiscing made you feel like it was something else. You felt oddly twitterpated with the setting, despite it being the normal set-up for eating out during special occasions.

Even Jaehyun’s eyes glinted differently in the candlelight.

Jaehyun struck up a conversation about meeting you for the first time while dessert was being served. You didn’t pay much attention to the platter being laid out in front of you since you knew it was your favorite chocolate lava cake topped with a whole fresh strawberry.

“I still wonder how we ended up here.” He reached over to hold your left hand, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

You feel your cheeks warm up a little. “We got lucky.”

“Really lucky.” He tugs at your hand and kisses the back of it, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You narrow your eyes at him, “When you’re being this sweet, you usually want something. So what is it, Jae?”

He laughs at you, “Ah, you know me so well.”

You wait for him to explain, cocking a brow in confusion, but he merely retracts his hand and turns his attention to his own dessert. You choose not to question it, picking up your fork to eat your cake. But you take one good look at it, to appreciate it’s presentation, before you gasp and drop the utensil on the floor.

Perched on the strawberry topper of the lava cake was a three-stone, princess cut white diamond ring; the same ring you had been adoring since you were a child.

In your peripheral vision, you see Jaehyun stand up and walk around the table, kneeling to pick up the fork you had dropped, unable to take your eyes off of the ring. “T-this is… How did you… Jaehyun, are you…?”

“You asked me what I wanted and this is it. We’ve been through a lot and you’ve witnessed me at my worst, yet you’re still here and in love with me.” He takes your hand after placing the fork back on the table. “Will you marry me?”

Your voice got stuck in your throat, vehemently nodding your head to his question.

He flashes a relieved smile, taking the ring off the strawberry and slipping it onto your left ring finger. He stands to kiss you, but ends up laughing when you tackle him with a hug.

“This is mom’s engagement ring. How did you get it?” You inquire, hurriedly, after pulling him into a quick kiss.

“When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom when we had dinner with our parents, I told them about wanting to propose to you.” His hands find their place around your waist and at the bottom of your spine like always. “It was your mom’s idea to use her engagement ring. I wanted to refuse but even your dad insisted because they knew how much you loved it.”

“And I do! I really do.” You gaze at the jewelry on your finger. “I’ve always wanted to try it on but mom never took it off.”

“How does it fit?”

“Perfectly.” You inhaled deeply, slightly amazed at how you were able to keep your tears at bay.

next: part 2

[barbecuedphoenix]

Hello! I just need to say I LOVE your writing, omg I read and re-read your stuff AT LEAST once a week, seriously, you're a genius *kisses your face*. This is not really a request, just an IDEA for you to think about, but have you thought of how would be the first time Nevra drank Guardienne's blood? Maybe during sex, or before their first time...? I'm just curious to know what you think of his drinking habits if he were in a relationship with her.

*She reaches forward togently cup your cheek, her thumb tracing feather-light crescents around thepoint of your cheekbone that sends sparks dancing, waves of fire rolling across your skin withevery sly, knowing stroke*

You flatter me too much,my dear. ;)

Ahem. To answer your question, Anon., I do have a few ideas on what blood-feedingentails for Nevra. Because it’s a pretty fascinating subject for an aspiringbiologist. And you can never skip out on blood-feeding with a vampire beau. ;)

But first, I’ll have toseparate what’s implied in canon with, well, my headcanon. Brace yourself for adouble-serving of analysis and imagination. Plus science. Because there’salways science involved when talking about vampires. ^_^    

Warning: Not NSFW… but it still has a lot of innuendo. Don’t try reading thisout-loud if you’re babysitting. Not even if the kid in question likes Twilight.

What does blood-drinking mean to him? (CanonAnalysis)

Seeing that Nevra is quick to offer a bite (as a joke or agenuine pick-up line) in several episodes, and given that he does drink fromladies he isn’t dating (i.e. that awkward moment in Episode 10), my impressionis that blood-drinking is more a casual activity for Nevra than a seriouscommunion.  

The impetus also seems to be more sexual than nutritive: hedefinitely seems to prefer drinking from young ladies, instead of—shall wesay—more robust sources of blood plasma. Like young men of Valkyon’s size. (Sorry,fans. But that’s why we have headcanons.) Furthermore, Nevra has alreadymentioned in Episode 8 that it’s ‘fun’, which lends more credence to him seeingblood-drinking as a form of foreplay.  

He’s clearly unabashed about his appetite for blood, from theblasé way he shrugs off criticism, jokes, and put-downs in Episodes 10, 4, and 8 respectively. This can be due to his supreme confidence in himself… and/or his knowledge of how vampires are walkingsexual fantasies in human literature (see episode 6). But from the number ofdinner/pantry jokes he makes, I’m willing believe that– on some level– Nevrabelieves blood-drinking increases his mystique among non-vampires. Sorry,buddy… but vampires are still a niche fad in this world

It’s unknown how necessary blood-drinking is to his survival,or what benefits it gives him. But it definitely isn’t the sole component ofhis diet: Nevra can consume regularfood (see episode 8), and is partial towards certain treats like red wine andthe oh-so-appropriate blue steaks (i.e. extremely raw steaks). Personally, Isupport the idea of him having a varied, omnivorous diet (sacrilege for vampirefans, I know) because blood in itself—per volume—is not nutritious at all:mainly composed of water, protein, and salt, with some iron and trace lipidsfrom red blood cells, and a very light sprinkling of sugars and importantminerals dissolved throughout. In fact, all full-time sanguivores—i.e.blood-drinkers—in nature are on the tiny side by necessity, and still need toconsume huge quantities of blood relative to their body weight just to avoidstarvation; vampire bats, for instance, need to drink half their body weight inblood per meal. So biologically-speaking, it’s just more feasible for Nevra toeat solid meat and other concentrated sources of carbohydrates, fats, vitamins,etc. (Besides… can you imagine how many people each day have to ‘donate’ forhis most basic rations if blood is all he consumes? Between him and Karenn,they’ll drain El dry. That won’t look good for the Guard. >_>)

Consent is necessary in Nevra’s book (see Episode 10), and heaccepts refusals (and borderline insults) with aplomb. So my guess is thatblood-drinking is still considered an intimate act, despite Nevra’s ‘swinger’approach to it. And that he’s aware it isn’t the most mainstream/popular/politesexual kink in El (check Ezarel’s ire in Episode 10 on him ‘chewing on’ one ofhis alchemists). That doesn’t mean he won’t stop trying though…

Blood doesn’t turn him on every single time. In fact, Nevra compartmentalizeshis reactions to it depending on the situation. For instance, if blood isspilled as a field injury, he jumps straight into Shadow Dad! Mode (see episode6), and all sexy/food-related thoughts are forgotten. This ability to switchmindsets on a dime indicates excellent self-control… and could be an adaptationto working with non-vampires who may get uneasy at spilling blood in front ofhim. Nevra even makes a joke in episode 8 (if you take him to the kitchen) thathe’s offended that the MC thinks of him as a ‘bloodthirsty beast’.

The effects of blood-drinking? (Canon Analysis)

According to one discussion in Episode 10, you can ‘turn’ into a vampire, but having avampire feed from you isn’t what causes it (at least, not on its own). So untilmore information comes to light, blood-drinking mostly seems like a funindulgence for Nevra, with no real long term consequences.

Nevra is implied to have the capacity to drink quite a bit of blood day after day, ifValkyon’s deadpan remark in Episode 4 is anything to go by. So anemia and even shock would be the most common health risks involved inblood-drinking besides infection (unsurprisingly). How much Nevra can drink ina single sitting is still up to debate, but he does have his principles andisn’t likely to drain partners to the point of shock. How else did he gainsuch a wide net of… voluntary donors?

His vampiric skills involved withblood-drinking? (Headcanon)

Like allvampires, he’s gifted with an extremely nimble tongue… which he uses to drink andpurr like a cat, never wasting a drop of blood and being finicky in lickinghis lips and fingers clean. And his partner’s skin, of course. Wheneverpossible, Nevra also avoids staining the bedsheets and his or his partner’sclothes; only amateurs are thatsloppy.

His nose isn’tjust good for sniffing out blood and fear from a quarter-mile away: theskin on the underside of his nose is highly thermosensitive (just like avampire bat), which allows him track rich arteries under the skin forprecision-bites, even in pitch darkness. His lips and fingertips too are packedwith biological thermo-sensors (not quite like a vampire bat). You cancompletely blindfold him, and he stillwon’t miss your carotid artery.    

Good news: his bites don’t hurt. This is because the razor-sharppoints of his fangs are the envy of swordsmiths and surgeons. Not to mentionthat they’re coated in a natural anesthetic compound found in his saliva. (Likevampire bats; how else do they sneak up on their prey and dine on them for half-an-hourwithout waking them up?) At most, if he’s really eager and/or careless thatnight, you’ll feel two tiny pricks where his mouth meets your skin. Rightbefore he distracts you with all the other things he’s doing.

The bad news: there are also natural anticoagulants in hissaliva that prevent blood from clotting easily. (How else can his people get a long drink?) So the only way to staunch thebleeding from his bite is to clean and bandage the wound, maybe tie atourniquet if it’s a deep one, then wait it out. Fortunately, he also offers thisservice as a courtesy.

Nevra has an uncanny way of estimating his partner’s bodyweight, and then approximating how much blood he can afford to drink from them withoutrisking shock. Sans instruments. Just try lying about your weight to him. Hehas an excellent eye for volumetric amounts and measurements, honed byexperience.

His sense oftaste is actually very poor—an adaptation among vampires to cope with theirpeculiar drink of choice–, so the bracing iron taste of fresh blood doesn’tmake a difference to him. As do many foods, though he won’t admit this toothers. (So if there’s any poison in his food or drink, he has to do his bestto sniff them out instead. And bet on his robust immune system to buy him enoughtime to reach his cache of antidotes.)

He has abody built for the bedroom, uh, I mean blood consumption: his liver cancope with very high concentrations of iron, and the lining of his stomachabsorbs excess water rapidly. His immune system also lends some credence to thelegends of ‘immortal’ vampires: allowing him to resist most common diseases,and rally quickly from pathogens in infected blood.      

How does he generally treat his partners whendrinking from them? (Headcanon)

I see blood-drinking as a fringe kink, fetish, and longtime socialpractice that Nevra’s people have. It combines food-play with sex, formalizesan intimate bond between individuals, and is even used as a form oftreatment in traditional medicine. (Why pointed fangs and an appetite for bloodbecame hereditary traits suggests some strong evolutionary benefits…but that’s for another day.) But Nevra, being a modern young vampire, prefersto apply blood-drinking as a form of tasty foreplay, to be carried outinside or outside the bedroom, with casual or serious partners. Drinking during sex though is what automatically flipshis high-voltage switch and unleashes the fireworks. From that point, it’s aone-way ticket to a wild night. Expect soreness and a tactical scarf the nextmorning.  

The mood to drink is never far from his mind once he startsgetting cozy with his partner, and Nevra is never shy about suggesting itthrough heavy innuendo, slow kisses that nibble lightly at their inner wrist orneck, or merely smiling and posing a two-word question that leaves no doubt onwhat he wants. Still, winning consent is a matter of honor for him, and henever tries to surprise partners with a bite, even if he has fed from them before.If they’re not keen on the idea at the moment, he may pout and try to cajolethem, but will ultimately accept their refusal.

Location is key: some arteries are in patently sexier placesthan others. Drinking from the wrist is the most chaste by far, whereasdrinking from the neck is getting pretty heavy (but still possible to dooutside the bedroom). And drinking from the inside of the thigh is savedstrictly for behind closed doors. Depending on Nevra’s mood, the state ofhis partner’s skin at that location (some places might still be healing fromprior bites), and/or the need to look halfway decent in public, he’ll switchbetween different areas.  

No matter his partner’s species, Nevra aims to keepblood-drinking safe, health-wise, as a point of pride and courtesy. (He of allpeople knows the risks involved with infection, blood-transmitted diseases,tissue scarring, anemia, and shock from blood loss.) So he’ll limit himself ifhis partner is on the petite side, and always spaces out feedings until they’rein optimal health again. And he’ll never so much as nip at his partner if they’rerecovering from an injury, are sick, or are susceptible to the health risksinvolved in opening a vein. Hearing that his partner consulted a doctor right aftertheir bedroom shenanigans will embarrass Nevra to no end. He is looking after them, he swears!  

He never goes anywhere without keeping one black silkhandkerchief in his pocket, just large enough to wrap around a neck or sveltethigh that’s been offered to him. Staunching the bleeding and covering up themarks of his teeth is what he considers his obligation, and he’ll be happy tolet partners keep the handkerchief afterwards; he’s a gentleman, after all.As a result, Nevra is on first-name basis with city tailors, mercers, andlaunderers from all the silk handkerchiefs he orders and washes—in bulk– everyfew months. Which he then keeps folded in one drawer of his bedside table. Forconvenient access.

Contrary to expectations, Nevra is automatically turned-offif partners tease him by flaunting fresh papercuts and knife-nicks, evenaccidental. In his book, it’s a crass way to snag his attention (not to mentionidiotic, from the infections they’re risking), so he’ll at most lecture themand bandage those cuts straightaway. Part of the allure in blood lies in itsmystery after all, flowing secret under the skin until he makes the firstpierce. He’s a bloodthirsty beast only some nights in the bedroom, thank you.

How does he behave if drinking from theGuardian for the first time? (Headcanon)

For all hisjokes, Nevra is very aware that this is a gesture of trust, especiallyfrom a non-vampire and a novice who isn’t fully familiar with the practice. Sohe makes a point to be reassuring, aiming to keep the experience comfortable,sensual, and enjoyable for both parties (even if he’s the only one who’ll befeeding). Because if he likes them enough… he’ll want them to return to offerhim a ‘second serving’.  

A privatelocation is really all he needs because this is the closest thing to aquickie that he can offer. But if there’s someone he’s looking to impress,he’ll take them straight to his room (prepped beforehand) where they can both befully comfortable, and he’ll be able to wash clean the bites. And where they’ll be free to indulge themselves a little more, if there’s time…

As with allpartners, he is very sensual whenfeeding, clasping the Guardian full against him and letting his hands wander. Teasingtheir skin first with kisses that grow increasingly less chaste, warming up hispartner in his arms while he tests out the best places to make an ideal bite. Fora first-timer, he’ll double this ‘warm up’ period until he’s absolutely surethat his partner is comfortable. And as turned-on as he is.

Just like anydentist, surgeon, or physician armed with a needle, Nevra never warns partnerswhen it’s actually time for him to make that bite: anticipation will only makethem anxious (and kill the mood). So the Guardian will still be lolling aroundin his arms and under the prints of his mouth, oblivious to what’s happening, until they suddenly feel that warm welling of their blood right where his mouthis fused determinedly against their skin. And when they freeze up, he’ll workto reassure them with his hands, his embrace, the pressure of his lips, and oneor two tactical noises of satisfaction, encouraging them (wordlessly) to relaxand enjoy the feel of his body against theirs. And not think too hard aboutthis moment.

For thisoccasion, he’ll keep the feeding light and neat, drinking from wrist or neckonly. After he staunches the bleeding with his ever-ready handkerchief, he’llpress a teasing kiss against the fabric right where his bite is, determined tomake the Guardian blush. And he’ll insist that they ‘hold onto thehandkerchief’, to not worry about returning it to him; it’s a standard gestureof magnanimity on his part, but for a first-timer, it’s also a way to give thema memento of this moment. To let them mull over what they did enjoy, andhopefully, return to him for a reprise…

If theGuardian is particularly concerned, he’ll oblige to answer what questions they have about health and sanitary concerns… as well as rumors they mighthave heard about vampires. But frankly, only the last part is fun for Nevra;giving medical explanations is always a tedious chore for him, so what answershe does offer are kept simple and reassuring. All they really need to know isthat he knows what he’s doing; they can trust him. He’s been doing this fora long while.

How does he treat longtime partners whom hedrinks from? (Headcanon)

Although infamousknown for biting casually, Nevra will restrict himself to drinking only fromhis partner if seriously involved with them. Feeding from others at this pointis akin to getting frisky with them, and thus putting one foot on the line ofinfidelity. For all his bad jokes and playboy reputation, Nevra’spartner is his very first preference for sharing such an intimate moment. Andif they’re really not in the mood to be nibbled at, he feels put-out.

They’ll start receiving naughty gifts… and not the expected type either. He’ll buythem scarves. Ascots. Satin opera gloves. Plus a healthy supply of dark silkhandkerchiefs for them to keep in their room, chokers and thigh garters made ofsatin or black lace, and velvet wrist corsages each pinned with a singleblood-red rose. All to cover up the bite-marks he left on their skin as theyheal… and remind him pleasantly of ‘what he did’ at their last encounterwhenever he sees them. When they’re alone, Nevra likes to slip these tacticalgifts an inch or two lower just to peek at, stroke, or kiss the marks he left behindthe other night. What a horny bastard.

He’ll be more open to gentle, affectionate blood-feedings.And if he’s having a rotten day, and his partner is the one who offers him a drink,his mood is guaranteed to shoot up by several notches. For once, he won’t dropsly suggestions to continue to the bedroom immediately, instead being perfectlyhappy to cuddle or spoon them in silence wherever they are. A blood-feeding maybe a sexually-charged gesture, but it can become an act of solace and caring ifoffered by a partner he trusts. One he won’t forget for a while.

He certainly won’t say no to his partner bitinghim back, even if their teeth are flatter and can’t (or won’t) pierce his skin; it’s the sensation that counts. And he himself is very sensitive around the crook of his neck. Still, Nevra prefersto do most of the biting—to draw blood or simply to tease. He has the right teeth, and knows how to be the boss use them for maximal mutual pleasure. 

For a darker take on how Nevra might react to blood spilled on the battlefield, check out this pure headcanon.