#24. My muse fawns over your muse’s neck

[lightning-will-bovino]

"Moan" - Olivine

"So soft~" Lambo continued to kiss Olivine's neck. "So sweet~" He lightly bites before he sucks. "You really make the temptation of not leaving a dark hickey~" Using his tongue Lambo traces the faint bite marks.

[the-wlw-cafe]

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

Request:Maybe a oneshot where b!d has a caffeine withdrawal from countless sleepless nights because she learns for the last exam for her school and she is all crazy and shaky and just out of control and K and A first think she took some drugs but then they go into her room and there is everything full of empty energy drinks and coffee?

Fandom: Supergirl (Alex & Kara & Sister!Reader)

Warning: some cursing

Wordcount: 1078

You groaned as you felt a migraine coming on the second you lifted your head from the textbook you’d fallen asleep on. One of the pages pathetically sticks to your cheek. With a disgusted grimace you wipe the drool of your cheek. A glance at your phone tells you it’s 6 am – crap. You lost about three hours time with your impromptu nap during what should have been the third caffeine fuelled all-nighter in a row.

You blink at the papers spread across your table, trying to re-orient yourself, trying to get back into the flow of cramming as much knowledge for the exam that’s due tomortow into your over-encumbered brain in as little time as possible, but it’s no use. You’ve slept for three hours and somehow, you’re even more tired than before. You desperately fight against the exhaustion, barely managing to string a coherent thought together – the caffeine crash is must be hitting you hard. You desperately need to refuel.

You get up from your chair – oh. Getting up is harder task than it sounds, because your knees are shaking harder than those of a newborn fawn. In fact, your hands are shaking too. Your entire body is vibrating with nervous energy, and your sluggish mind can barely keep up. You feel slightly nauseous.

Still, you soldier through it, making your way to the kitchen with slightly uncoordinated steps. Oh, crap again: as you bend down to your secret energy drink stash under the sink you’re greeted with nothing but empty cans, and a sticky note from yourself reminding you to stock up again soon. You could wring past you’s lazy neck for always procrastinating and leave it up to future you. Maybe there’s a 24 hour supermarket somewhere nearby, you muse as you get up again. This time, the dizziness and nausea hit you full force, your world turns dark for several seconds and you lose your footing, slamming backwards into the sink as your heart races faster than you can ever remember it beating.

You should call Kara, she only lives a floor below you, there’s no way she won’t hear you.

But you can’t let her see you like this. You’re a grown up, you’re supposed to have your shit together by now. Your sisters have so much on their plate already, you don’t want to burden them with worrying about you on top of it all, and besides, you’ll probably be fine in a bit…

In the end, Kara takes the decision out of your hand. Over the pounding of your heart you hear a frantic knock, and your sister’s voice: “(Y/N), are you okay? You’re heart rate is all over the place!”

You manage a pained groan. “(Y/N), if you don’t answer this second we’re coming in!”

Alex is there too. Guess you can’t just disappoint one sister at a time.

“I’m fine”, you try to say, but you barely get past the first word before an urge to retch powerful enough to make you curl into yourself hits you.

You hear the lock click as your sisters let themselves in with the key you’ve given them, and you still fight against the bile rising in your throat as you hear a loud gasp of your name. Then, suddenly, you’re being held upright by warm, steady hands.

“Kiddo, hey, kiddo, can you hear me?”

You manage to stutter out an affirmative between chattering teeth, but your voice gets lost in Kara’s panicked rambling.

“Her heart rate won’t go down, it’s like she’s running a marathon!”

Alex pushes her aside gently, but resolutely, one hand grabbing your wrist to measure your pulse, the other turning your head.

“Can you open your eyes for me, kiddo?”

You don’t even have to think about it, you do. There’s something about Alex in situations like these, your sister calls it her Doctor Danvers voice, that makes you feel less like the world is going to end, because Alex knows what to do, she always does.

But Alex is frowning, her Danvers Crinkle drawing a deep line between her eyebrows.

“Her pupils are dilated”, she murmurs, as if only to herself.

“(Y/N)”, she says, slowly and deliberately, “did you take anything?”

“N-no.”

She shoots you a long, stern look.

“You need to tell me the truth here, kiddo. I promise I won’t be mad, but you could be in serious danger and I need to know how to help you.”

“I didn’t take anything, I just…”

You don’t think words will work for you in this state, so you just scoot to the side slightly to give them a view of the empty cans that are all that remain of your caffeine fuelled study marathon.

“Shit, kiddo…how many of those are from today?”

“A third, maybe?”, you mumble. You know it’s still too many. Those have to be at least six cans, and you haven’t even shown them all the coffee you drank in between…

“Why would you do-?” Kara asks, but stops herself short. Alex promised they wouldn’t be mad, not right now at least. What’s important now is that you’re safe, and that you’re looked after, but you don’t believe for a second you’ve escaped the stern talking to.

“My exams are tomorrow”, you croak, “and I just can’t get the stuff to stick in my brain. I just…keep forgetting the most important stuff!”

Tears shoot to your eyes in frustration, and goddamn it, you can’t even keep yourself from crying pathetically. How on earth will your sisters ever see you as anything but dependent on them now?

“(Y/N)”, Kara sighs, brushing a strand of unkempt hair from your face. “No exam, no anything could ever be more important than you and your wellbeing. Please don’t torture yourself like that.”

You don’t know how long you end up sitting there, sipping slowly from a glass of water Alex brought you and waiting for the nausea and the headaches to subside.

You feel silly, now, and maybe even a bit ashamed for letting things escalate so far without seeing the path of self-destruction you were on, but it pales in comparison to how safe you feel as Alex and Kara help you get your home into a presentable shape and your notes and textbooks back in order.

But most of all, you feel like no matter what’s going to happen in the exam tomorrow, with your sisters by your side it’s going to be okay.

[sengokusumeragi]

Mitsunari & Ieyasu "Moan" --rekkaibutei

Send me “Moan” and I’ll generate a number: || @rekkaibutei​ (@sengokunoseishin​) 

24. My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) 

There was little he found wanting in these times they shared together in the warmth and gold candlelight. Very few things crossed his mind when they would end up tangled together. But this… He’d been looking for an opportunity to do something like this. It had been nagging him, all of the attention lavished upon him. He wanted to do something for his lover too! 

Even still held in those arms, sitting in that lap, his low request hadn’t been gotten at first. He didn’t think Ieyasu understood it until he evaded the next kiss, ducking his head to bury it against the other’s neck. 

Now, though… His whole focus was on how that warm skin felt under his fingertips, under his lips as he trailed from the other’s jaw to his collarbone. He mimicked what had often been done to him, even though he knew it wouldn’t have the same effect. One hand of his rested on the other side of Ieyasu’s neck, fingers stroking along the nape; he’d noticed that seemed to be something his companion liked. The other kept them close, palm pressed against the knobs of Ieyasu’s spine. 

He couldn’t resist biting down a little bit on that sun tanned skin, frustrated with how much harder it was to see. On him, Ieyasu’s kisses came up so clearly, so quickly, and lasted much longer. And if he earned a sound, a change in the other, he would pursue it with that single minded focus of his, completely devoted to trying to return the favor and the feeling he was so used to getting. 

[florence-midknight]

Moan 24 :D

Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.)

Bakura grinned at Dal before climbing into the other’s lap and biting along his neck without warning. He had missed the other and wasn’t sure how long he had before Dal vanished again. So all he wanted was to take advantage of it while he could. His bites melted into kisses before turning rough and biting once again.

He was going to mark Dal’s neck so that the other wouldn’t be able to forget Bakura no matter where he went.

[astranxmica]

Moan

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#24: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting, kissing, etc.)

      Sara had spent the mission trying to keep her paws off of the skinny speedster with the sass and the jokes. Being in the three-piece suit from the turn of the century did a lot fo him. She practically tossed him onto the mattress before climbing on top of him. A long, languid kiss before she undid his vest one button at a time, running calloused fingers up his chest she undid the tie, tossing it over her shoulder. Finding the flesh of his neck, she teased it with her teeth before soothing the flesh with her tongue. “Were you trying to make me jealous, Barry?” Though it was incredibly likely considering the smirks he tossed at her during the mission. She bit just a little bit harder to the solid hunk of trapezius muscle that was prominent at the crook of his neck.