#this isnt even smut its just . me being sick and twisted

[prettyboykatsuki]

But is Scaramoussy giving or receiving thigh hickeys? 👀

✮ cw ; body worship (scaramouche recieving), biting + hickies, implicit nsfw but nothing graphic, gn!reader 18+

✮ a/n ; forgive me anon this devolved into straight up me thirsting about his legs because im a horny freak.

Scaramouche notices the way your eyes linger on his frame.

Always has. Always says the same thing about it - the word pervert rolling off his tongue in a catty, mischievous tone. He's a brat after all, and he does think you're a pervert. A freak by design.

But he doesn't mind the attention. He basks in it, bathes himself in the feeling of your eyes tracing the outline of his body. He's never found himself appealing in that way and he can't understand why anyone else would either for that matter.

He's made like first drafts usually are after all - messy projections and too much feeling. Sensitive to the point of madness, so when you bring Scaramouche to bed and focus so much on one part of his body - he doesn't know what to do.

Scaramouche is pretty in your eyes. His upper frame is a little more lithe with muscle but he's otherwise pure porcelain. He's got a thin frame and no hairs on anywhere it would usually be.

He reminds you of milk and lavender. You can't tear your eyes away from his legs.

He sits on the edge of the bed and watches you, your hand soft against the bottom of his foot as you slide it up behind his ankle. His breath hitches in the back of his throat as you start at the joint. He stretches them out till they're pointed, resting on your shoulder. Your palm stretches over the muscle, one resting over his knee with other one rubbing the hard part of his ankle.

Your eyes are lidded as you look - mouth descending on the long plane of skin on his calves. All the way up his legs is cream and sugar - shorts barely covering the thickest part of his thighs. You start at the bottom and work up, open mouth kisses up and up and up until you're at the bend of his knee.

Then you retrace the steps with your tongue, and finally your teeth in gentle bites. Your hands make work of the rest - rubbing the muscles in the back where your tongue rests, massaging your thumb into the tense sinew. He's not naked but he's bare - his leg warmers tossed along with the ankle socks normally covering his feet.

He doesn't know what to do as he looks at you, lost in your own world. A heat forms in his stomach, almost sticky and Scaramouche can't breathe. Can't do anything but try and stop the thing standing up between his legs with each passing minute.

"Your legs," You say, hushed and panting like you've run a marathon - rubbing the whole of them softly before gripping his thighs with your fingertips "Fuck, you're just beautiful."

"You sound like a perverted old man."

You laugh, hearty and deep before kissing his bare knee.

"Not my fault you walk around in those things you call shorts."

"They're hardly short."

"When you bend to pick something up I see up them. Your thighs and all."

He doesn't counter when you say that, inching up slowly. His whole body feels like it's melting, everything languid and slow - the air creating cold spots where your mouth once was. When your mouth moves up against the inside of his thighs, his breathing stops completely. Sharp teeth sinking into soft skin like sunsettias in the summer, you use your mouth like he's something you want to devour.

With the same rhythm and same tenderness that you'd use to break down a cut of meat, Scaramouche is overwhelmed by the extent of your desires for him. This time its so focused on just one element. Just his legs, the feeling of them - the thought of how slender and long they are, how cute they look in clothes. You're consumed by it, even he knows that much.

He gasps when he feels you suck the skin on his inner thighs. His body is most tender there, more than everywhere else minus his chest. He has to cover it as you lave your tongue over the curve. You nudge the fabric away , up and up and up until they're in the crease of his thighs.

When he's exposed, you push him farther backwards. Until he's flat on his back and not sitting. His legs pulled up a little. You put your hand flat on the tops of thighs but don't make to touch where he needs you. You focus on making your bruises darker, permanently etching your thumb into his side, just over his pelvis.

Scaramouche can feel the hot wetness of your mouth all over like warm water. It makes his stomach churn with lust, his body pure nerves. He wants you to touch him where he needs you but you've focused on everywhere but. Cruel and sadistic is what he expects from you, but he can't take it.

Still he gazes on you, inspects his body from where he can see. And he's covered in those bites - distinct and so deep they're not red but purple. It makes him whine. It makes him want more.

"Fuck, hurry." He complains, rutting into the air. You tsk, canine in his skin.

"Patience, sweet boy."

When it comes to Scaramouche you always linger. Always stay in a place you can't leave behind. He doesn't hate it but archons, he wishes you went faster.

[mydaydreams]

Jeopardizing the Mission- Natasha Romanoff

Natasha/Reader

Requested: @widowbitessting and anonymous

Warnings: Smut, Lesbian Sex, Fem/Fem, and a lil fluff. Choking kink, rough sex

Sum: Risking your life for Natasha didn’t just get you in trouble with the Captain. It got you in trouble with your girlfriend too. 

*****

"Y/n what you did was reckless and stupid..." Steve said in his Captain voice. We were all buckled in on the quinjet, we had just gotten back from a mission. We were all exhausted and sore, covered in blood dirt and alien guts.

We were saving a planet from a invasion, their planets forcefeild damaged in combat and we were sent to fix it.

It was just another alien invasion. All i had done was jump in front of the bullet.

Natasha was fixing a piece of broken tech on the ground that needed to be injected back into the planets main forcefield projector. This was our mission.

Someone had snuck through the ranks and ran towards Natasha. I..i couldn't help myself. I broke position just as they pulled at their weapon.

My body shot forward so fast i didn't even know i was moving. I could hear my team on coms screaming in my ear not to comprise my mission but i could smell it...the danger she was in. I could feel it in my bones.

And i was right. The man threw his spear at her first. I jumped forward knocking it out if the way before it could hit her. Then the mans hand came up and he went to punch me while grabbing at his gun with the other.

2 shots fired one grazing my left arm and the other passing me. He was aiming through me. Aimed at his target, the forcefield, Natasha.

He shot at me again but my leg came up and slammed into his wrist. I twisted my body so my foot would continue to extend outward to slam into his face. I grabbed his own gun and shot him in the head with it.

" i was doing my job." I defended he shook his head.

"No, you made things personal. Your job was to stay in position."he said locking his jaw. He was clearly very angry with me.

"You put yourself right in that line of fire. That spear was headed straight towards you." He said his voice getting louder.

I sighed wishing he had waited till we had gotten back to the compound to talk instead of having it out with me on the jet in front of the whole team.

"That spear was headed towards the forcefield generator ." I corrected. He sucked in a hot breath not wanting to say what everyone already knew. I wasn't protecting the forcefield or planet or even its people...i was protecting Natasha.

"You know What your mistake was..." Cap said trying to wrap it up. These convos are always the ones that piss me off the most.

" leaving my post." I answered for him. He sighed and moved his hand up to run his fingers through his grime covered hair.

"No, making things personal..." He said i rolled my eyes. By trying to save my girlfriends life!!!

" if i hadn't had dodged that spear it would have gone right through Nat's spine AND would have cut clean through the generator itself. Natasha dosent have a shield on her back or a body of fucking armor." I snapped as the plane had finally landed.

"Neither do you!" He snapped back. I avoided eye contact.

" the point is...." He started but I cut him off.

"The point is that I moved out of position. I apologize Captain it won't happen again." I said. Finally looking over to where Nat was seated next to Bucky on the other side if me. I sighed, she was just as mad as he was...great.

"We will talk more about this later." He said in his Captain voice. I rolled my eyes.

Once in our room, Natasha and I threw our weapons down and ripped our uniforms off. She hadn't spoken yet.

We'd done this before so it was like routine now. Getting home from a mission stripping, showering, food, drinks, bed.

My eyes snaked up her body. I looked at the lines that were created on her from where her top stopped and her skin begin then the spots of dirt blood and guts.  How could she possibly make being covered in blood look hot.

"Think you may be turning me on a blood kink." I admitted trying to break the ice. She rolled her eyes at me.

"You have no self preservation do you?" She finally said her voice thick with rage.

Jesus she's really really mad. I sighed heavily.

"Can't we just shower, have sex and eat and be done with this?" I begged trying to walk to the bathroom she grabbed my arm.

"Y/n listen to me, you can't just...y/n you a just a recruit. A newbie you shouldn't be..." She started her voice thin. I cut her off.

"I have been on this team for 8 months now. I am an avenger!" I said my foot slamming on the ground. I was so sick of this argument. There was no issue of be putting myself in danger before we started dating. She was even "impressed" by me. I guess not any more even tho I had just saved her fucking life.

"I was fine where i was." She said referring back to me saving her.

"Fine?" I asked yelling my voice high pitched.

"There was a spear flying Right Towards you."

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head taking a step back.

"I was fine i was just about to turn around. I would have seen it coming." She defended. My mouth just dropped open. What even was she thinking?

"You would have been Dead. The only reason you saw it coming was because i broke position to save you and you finally looked back." I yelled at her my hands balling up at my sides.

I have no self preservation?

"What the fuck even is the problem Nat. You mad i saved your fucking life? What do you want to die?" I shot at her. Her eyes closed and she breathed out slowly.

I held my breath. I shouldn't have yelled. Shouldn't have screamed at her.

"I just. Over coms all i could hear was Sam screaming 'y/n No.' And I turn around and your only a few feet from me running to meat the same speed as the spear behind you....behind you y/n. I looked up and it was you who was in danger." She said her voice normal at the beginning but falling into a saw whisper. She looked down at her now bare feet.

I had never seen her like this before. She wasn't acting like...weak it was more like. Vulnerabilit? Vulnerable for what...me?

She turned away from me and ran her hands through her dirty hair. Flakes of...of something falling on the ground at her feet.

"This life...being a hero. When you find something like what we have. You dont let go. But you were just all to happy to leave this earth just to save me. Me?" She held her head in her hands for a second.

"I have never been more mad at you."

I sighed and moved towards her wrapping my arms around her middle.

"I'm sorry. I had everything under control. I-I just couldn't stand the thought of living without you." Her grip on me tightened as i spoke.

"Me either." She said softly pulling me into the bathroom with her.

We took out time in the shower together. Washing each others hair watching as the water ran red with blood. I rubbed the loofah along her back side and up her shoulders rubbing out the brown muddy lines created by her uniform.

"Baby..." She said breathlessly. I hummed in response.

"I am still very much angry with you." She said turning me around and soaping up my back and sides. I closed my eyes as her hands rubbed and massaged downward.

"It dosent feel like it." I whispered as her hands moved around my front,her breasts pressing into my back. He lips kissed up my shoulder blade and the back of my neck up to my ear. I let my head all back on her.

"Well i am." She said through her teeth her grip on me tightening.

"Nat?" I asked she just growled at me making my lips snap shut.

She pushed my body forward pressing my front harshly up against the wet shower wall.

I gasped my face turning to look at her, my cheek against the wall.

She kicked my feet apart and held both of my wrists at my sides with one of her hands while the other ran up my thigh, over my ass then resting on my hip.

"Y/n, my sweet girl. Risking your life to save me. You must love me huh?" She asked turning my body around swiftly so i was suddenly facing her. She wanted to read my face as I answered. She still didnt want to believe me.

I smiled shyly at her and nodded.

"Yes, i do love you Natasha." I said she sighed as i spoke, her hand moving up my back to my neck and into my hair.

"I don't believe you." She admitted but it sounded more like a tease.

"Make me believe." She whispered. I blinked up at her as she took a tight grip of my hair. She pulled my head back causing my knees to bend. She was pushing me to my knees in front of her.

"Mmm gladly." I hummed closing my eyes and let my face fall between her legs. I take a good hold of both of her thighs as I let my tongue glide up her folds. Her smooth skin moved against my lips while her juices sank into my taste buds.

"Hhhmmmm." I hummed sending vibrations through her, making her twitch into me.

She tasted like.. strawberries and lemons. God so good. I want to touch her but when my hands moved up her lets she swatted them away.

"Just your mouth..." She said gasping, her head falling back against the tile. I smirked into her skin making her squeak again.  My arms wrapped around both of her thighs tightly as they started to tremble.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and her hands held a death grip of my scalp forcing my face to move with her hands while she humped into me. I couldn't help but moan as i drank her in.

Her mouth fell open and a broken, high pitched scream left her lips as he com dripped onto my tongue and slid down my throat.

She took a few breaths and yanked my head back letting my hair go causing me to fall back on the shower floor under the water fall.

I looked up at her shocked. She had never man handled me in suck a way. And in the wet shower It was almost dangerous.

"Na..." I started she shushed me.

"Stop, im still mad as you. No talking." She sunk down onto the floor with me crawling over my body.

She moved under the water and over my stomach. Droplets falling into her hair and sinking down her forehead. A perfect sheet of water covering her face moving over her lips.

God if she isnt the sexiest women alive.

Her hands moved up my waist then down my arms. She moved my hands slowly, lifting them over my head.

"I'm very mad at you." She whispered her lips only an inch from the bare skin in the middle of my breast. She looked up at me through her eye lashes while her tongue licked over her bottom lip, only to suck it into her mouth in between her teeth. I couldn't help but repeat that same action.

One of her hands held mine up while the other trailed down my body. The water falling on our bodies was only making this so much hotter.

She pressed her lips to mine once before slowly moving them down my neck. She took my flesh into her mouth and sucked hard on me as her fingers moved down to my middle.

I whispered as the tip of her pointer finger probed me. She smiled at me and leaned down, i could feel her breath on my skin.

"Shh sh sh." She coo'd at me while moving her finger in a small Circle around my clit, collecting my silk and rubbing it in.

I bit my lip to stop a moan. Everything wad just so hot in here. Like literally steaming in the air. The hot water-falling onto us while the knot in my stomach burned.

"Open your eyes!" She commanded sharply. My eyes snapped open to look back at her. I didn't even know i had closed them.

" You keep your eyes of me." She said finally slipping 2 of her fingers into me.

I moaned loudly as my walls clenching around them. She them quickly pulled them from me, her eyes going wild. that same hand that was covered in my slick was suddenly around my throat.

My eyes widened sharply, my hands trying to break free from where she held them above me. She only forced her weight down harder on me preventing me from moving.

She smiled down at me slowly moving her face into my neck and next to my ear. I shivered under while she whispered to me.

"Dont make me gag you."

I bit my tongue stopping a moan as her hand tightened around my throat.

"I'm going to let your hands go." She said. Leaning back up and looking down at me.

"Do Not Move Them!" She told me. I nodded quickly. She let me go and ran that hand down to my breasts. She held the my left breast in her wet hand. Squeezing around it. Moving down to pitch my nipple. I flinched and bucked my hips but latched my hands together over my head.

"Do you know how helpless I felt watching that glorified stick almost impale you?" She asked leaving my breast and moving back down to my clit.

My mouth hung open as she again began massaging my middle flesh.

I just watched her eyes as my legs shook.

I knew she didn't want me saying anything. She wanted to see if i would talk. She was baiting me. She wants me to disobey. She wants to punish me.

"I'm gonna tie you up later." She said her fingers sinking into me again. I shivered again and bit my lip trying not to whimper while her fingers curled inside of me. I humped harshly against her hand as she moved them faster.

I threw my head back only to smack it against the tile. I gasped slightly making her hand tighten around my throat again.

Her palm rubbed against my clit as her fingers curled and knocked into my g-spot over and over. The knot in my stomach burned as my hips bucked up into her hand.

I wanted to tell her was about to cum but I wasn't aloud to talk. As if i could even speak with her fingers pushing down into my air way.

My eyes rolled back and I let my hand moved down to press against her hand around my throat tightening her hold around me cutting off my air completely as my cum squirted out over her, covering her abdomen, stomach and breasts only for a second before being washed back down on top of my and down the brain under us both.

My walls tightened around her fingers as she continued to finger fuck me. My legs shook as she withdrawaled her hand from my throat breaking my hold as well only to sink down my body quickly.

I gasped again as her mouth closed around my clit. She let both of her hands spread my legs open as wide as they could while she slurped my juice into her mouth.

I couldn't help the mouth that slipped from me as I came again just watching her.

"Natasha." I whimpered as she looked up at me through her eye lashes. I moaned again as I felt her lips smile against my skin. My body went slack against the wet floor while i caught my breath.

She crawled back up my body kissing me on her way.

She pecked my lips and stared down at me and smiled.

"Now darling... What did i say i would do if you spoke."

My hand went up to cover my old mouth. Have out of shock half cursing my self for saying her name.

She yanked me to my shaking feet and pulled my body against hers as she all but carried me into the bedroom and flopped me down on the bed. The water that riddled our bodies now sinking into the sheets. I giggled at her.

"Smooth." I said and regretted it immediately. Her hands slapped loudly against my thighs as she spread them open once again.

"For that...you don't get to cum." She said. I wanted to curse but I decided against it.

She got up and left me on the bed and went back to the bathroom. After a second I heard the water cut off. And a few seconds after that the closet door opening and closing.

" dammit she really is getting that damned ball gag." I said laying back into the pillow.

"WHAT WAS THAT??" Nat yelled through the walls. I shot back up into a sitting position and slapped my self.

"NOTHING I WASN'T TALKING." i yelled back stupidly. Hitting myself in the forehead a second time. She sauntered back into the room empty handed. A blush on her cheeks.

"Now...how am i supposed to be this hot dominant when your out here just being...." Her voice dropped into a sigh.

"Just adorable..." She said the mood in the room completely shifting. I bit my lip, a matching blush appearing on my cheeks.

"I know I'm sorry I'm still very new to this." I said bring my legs up to my chest. She smiled sweetly at me and slid higher onto the bed to sit next to me.

"I completely ruined the mood by laughing. I didn't mean to embarrass you." I said extending my neck to lean over and kiss her. Her eyes widened suddenly and she jerked away from me.

I frowned " was I that bad?" I asked she shook her head.

"No your perfect always. It's just your neck I shouldn't have..." I rolled my eyes and smiled at her.

"I told you i like air play you didn't hurt me. Well...you didn't hurt me more than i wanted you too. Stop worrying!" I said moving her hair out of her eyes.

" you like your marks on me and wanna dominate me but when you do you feel guilty?" She smiled back and shook her head laying us down and laying her arm on top of my chest.

"I know. It's just you are the...i don't know you are different. I know you are capable and you can take care of yourself I just can't help wanting to do that my self. Take care of you. Make sure you are safe. Your precious cargo something... fragile, precious, breakable. It's like you could disappear in my hands. I don't know.. And today with the..." She stopped and looked away from me. I moved my hand up to hold her cheek, making her look back at me.

" Natasha. I was saving your life. You are precious to me. I wouldn't just stand there and hope that you would turn and see it. I didn't know if you would know it was coming. I had to break point. I had to beat it to you Natasha. Even if it meant impaling me." I said. Her eyes closed and her head dropped down on my chest.

"I know thats what bothers me." She said into my skin. I stiffened. I was sick of having this same conversation over and over.

"You know what Natasha..." I started a little to aggressively.

" how about we Both just agree we love each other so much we'd stake out lives on it and just always watch each others 6 alright?" I finished annoyingly. Her body froze against mine.

"You love me?" She asked I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.

"Just as much as you love me...right?" I asked in a small voice.

"I'll stake my life on it and always cover your 6." She said breathlessly her eyes watering.

I had never once in my life seen her cry...and she still didn't here. But i could tell she meant what she said.

She loves me just as much as i her. I smiled leaning down to kiss her swollen plump lips. She hummed into my lips and nibbled at my bottom lip.

Her damp hair fell onto my face as she slid up my body to straddle my waist. She continued Her assault on my lips, opening my mouth and sucking on my tongue.

I took the chance and tucked one of her legs in between mine. She laughed into my mouth as I pulled her body into mine connecting out middles.

She's wet, so wet I'm completely soaked the second our clits touched.

" Nat you're soo wet." I moaned sliding my hips into hers scissoring Her. She whispered into my ear over me while she humped into me.

"God y/n...you make me so hot."

She leaned down against my body her breast pressing into my skin. I moaned and let my hand me move to grab them. I leaned down into them sucking a nipple into my mouth and pinching the other with my fingers.

There was a noise we both ignored while we grinded against each other.

"Mmm. Nat harder." I moan flipping my hair back only to have it slap me back in the face as she bucked against me harder ripping another moan from my throat.

"Whoaa!  Sorry sorry!!" We heard a voice say coming from the door way. I let out a small scream as we saw the back of Steve's head move back out of the room.

"What the fuck Steve?" Natasha asked harshly. I tried to move my body away from hers in a better or more.  At least modest position but she held my hands down like he did in the bathroom earlier.

"Ya what the fuck Steve?" We heard a chuckling tony stark say from the door way. Tony poked his head in and looked at us.

"Wow damn cap. How do you walk away from this?" He asked as Natasha threw a pillow at him. Steve yanked the back of Tony's shirt collar and pulled him from the room.

"Get the fuck out! We're busy!" Nat said i smirked up at her and bucked into her.

She moaned sharply as her throbbing clit thumped into mine. I leaned back into her pulling her tits back into my face.her nipples were getting harder in between my teeth while my body moved against hers again.

I bucked into her sharply rubbing against her wetness and mixing it with mine. Every time i made her twitch she would bite at my flesh. She marked me up hickying my collar bones, around my breasts and in between them.

"God i...your body is like...." She started but couldn't finish. I had moved both of my hands around to grab her ass and grind into her more. Her eyes closed as i moaned loudly.

" fingers! Fingers!" She begged and I obeyed, quickly moving a hand down and impaling her with two fingers. She gasped as her legs started to shake. I moaned and humped into her harder while fingering her from her other side.

Her head flew back as she came. Her liquid splashing down against me as i came shortly after her. Flipping us over to ride out my own high fucking against her body.

She hummed under me as I flopped down on top of her. She moved her hands up to hold my face up and kissed me. I smirked as a thought popped into my head.

"You are all talk. 'Im not gonna let you cum' 'dont make me gag you'." I teased she gave me a look.

"You think i won't?" She asked baiting me. I smiled at Her.

"Oh i know you would. Just not tonight." I said almost in a question. She smiled.

"I could hardly tie you up and torture fuck you after you've told me you love me." She said making me laugh.

"Fair point."

"I adore you." She said kissing me again. I let out a strange squeal. A certain type of happy sound as i rolled off her. She moved back up and scooted closer to me. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips once again.

"I adore you!"

[bma-2020]

Okiedok here’s the delio. I have a list of all the blogs from the last six months who’s actively either responded to a meme i sent, responded to a message ive sent, replied to something regarding mally herself, has actually written with me, written a starter for me from my liking a starter call, has at least liked a starter i wrote for them to awknowedge it exists, all that jazz, i have a lot of open field so it’s not just a possible tumblr didnt let them no option anymore, because i send memes to everyone who posts them that i see. I reply to most peoples ooc posts. I like most starter calls I pass by. I try my darndest to actually interact bc i know how it feels to be ignored and its… i’ve been called one before so i’m using the word, thats fluffing cunty behavior, and honestly if you complain about not being interacted with but never even try when i try with you, ya being cunty, end of. I gotta list. That list only entails Mally because she’s who I care about the most. I’m probably gonna start instilling a new rule in all my blogs that if you ignore Mally and/or Darcy( @tasedandconfused ), since I would say they’re my two main blogs tho darcy gets ignored even more than mally does, probably bc i denied canon and left it entirely we know fandom hates that, if either of them is ignored then… Ya out of luck, I’m gonna unfollow you. I’m debating soft blocking everyone who ignored me on both of them but I don’t want to like be mean and deny the chance to eventually try again but at the same time i shouldnt feel bad for taking a stand and saying this is bullsheet, idk my anxiety says im awful for giving a fluff about myself but also i should give a fluff about myself probably, ive nearly died in the last three months, my brain almost exploded, i just had three root canals on one corner of my face, i have to potentially get surgery on my inner ear which i cant even afford, i dont got time to deal with only being used for like smut memes or like as a resource blog or utter bs like that, i dont got time for it. So new rules here. 1: If Mally or Darcy are not acknowledged, written with, responded to, viewed as more than just their fluffing bodies? ya dropped, im unfollowing, potentially soft blocking, which means blocking and unblocking for those not in the know, on all accounts I follow you on. Every single one. I know most of my muses are on sideblogs but despite not being able to send memes from sideblogs you can block people from sideblogs fun fact, i will do that if i have to. 2: I’m gonna be posting SCs, PCs, memes, etc. I like and respond to plotting calls, starter calls, i send memes, all of that. If I don’t get any response within.. I’m giving one week for people who don’t run on a queue and a month and a half to people on a queue based system, if i dont get anything within that time like at least an im being like ‘its posted’ or ‘its queued i wanted to let you know in case tumblrs a fluffbutt’ (i do this sometimes if i dont get even just a like on the starters i post so i at least know people saw it since i know tumblrs bs, i wait until the day they’re active to do so in case theyre busy yknow) basically i need acknowledgment at all. No you can’t claim this is abt follower count bc when you unfollow someone they inevitably unfollow you too, thats gonna drop my following, not as quickly as soft blocking would but i wanna be fair i guess, which leads to: 3: I’m basing this on your activity too, like if i like a think and you’re gone for a month after that its fine, im not gonna unfollow you unless you never come back or youre online and posting others just not mine because that tells me youre specifically ignoring me and im gonna drop you for that end of. I’m done with the bullsheet im done w the dillish behavior, i love friendship but if im giving and never receiving thats extremely one way and not gonna work. I check through my follow list weekly and i go back about five-10 pages on someones feed before i unfollow them to see their actual activity and see if theyre here or if its a q so. I’m thorough basically. 4: You dont have to be active with me on all your blogs, i mean i’d prefer it but thats hard as fluff so essentially if you have like five blogs and are just like trying w me on two or three thats fine. Ten blogs, four or five with at least a plot formed is cool. Multis just one muse is all I’d need. I’m not gonna unfollow the blogs youre not writing w me on if you at least write w me on some. Again, specifically Mally and/or Darcy. If you ignore both of them, we’re done. I havent been active on darcy because of being ignored and its a huge butt mess and im just tired i wanna use my babies, you don’t get to have my ‘better’ muses like i know a lot of ppl only follow me for my boys or my villains, you don’t get them if you ignore my baby. But, there is a limit there too. 5: If you never respond to a meme or thread even once with Mally or Darcy, or post a starter, i reply, its never replied to again after a month, I’m unfollowing and/or soft blocking for that too. Bc that means youre just raising my hopes to fluff with me or get someone else and honestly, youre even more cunty than than the people just flat out ignoring me if you do that. And this isnt a specific person, this is five of the people actually on my list. Yes, my list is also annotated with specifics again I was very thorough on this yesterday, I hyperfixated I’ll admit it, I’m in a fluffing depressionary bubble and being told to get over it because people want something they dont deserve to have to. I am a believer that people deserve good things but if youre purposefully being cunty… no you dont. 6: No I’m not releasing my list, maybe I will and I’ll omit the urls because I don’t want people being buttholes to each other too but otherwise, yall not seeing it im not giving a callout because… really thats just unnecessary here. I don’t think yall are toxic people or something i just think yall are unintentionally being cunty. And no I don’t mean everyone that follows me i mean the ppl that add up to what i’ve documented so far and fit the bill of butthat that i’ve shown, its behaviors yall gotta check before ya wreck. Yes there will be some people who have priority, everyone has those people, I write w kathryn on other platforms since she doesnt go on here as often but when Kathryn returns from war here (if she does cause she also agrees most ppl on this platform are cunty, i feel really bad saying that word so often but im gonna keep doing it i recently deleted an ask saying I was a huge cunt for not sending someone smut memes when I didn’t even follow them or know they existed so, again the travesty of this place is nutballers) same with owly, alex is here too, my most active partners are always going to be priority because theyre the ones who show the most interest and the most care. I understand that with others as well which is why I have the timeframe set up, because I want to be as open and shizz as possible while atill being firm i guess. I don’t want to have extreme double standards like its impossible for double standards not to exist at least a little bit but I want to avoid a golden chest full of them I guess. 7: I don’t have a seven rn, this was an even number and it bothered me. Seven is nust my warning that I’m bittery writing this on mobile so formatting is not real but i tried my dandest to make this look like something people might actually mind. I dont want to be butty, i dont want to be awful, i dont want to start drama or have drama but that shizz comes around anyways so i might as well make my space as okay for me as i can cause im supposed to avoid stress so my brain doesnt almost explode again, like again i almost fluffing died i dont need ppl fake being my friend or anything, i want stuff to be real and clear. I want to be happy to be on here again and have fun like i used to since my health is plummetting and I’m not allowed to go outside near plants by myself anymore because i welt up. I have plants outside my work place and im surrounded by chemicals all day long I’m welted from here to new york constantly and never comfortable in my own skin because of it and constantly see people online acting like these actual real problems are pretentious because ‘its an excuse’ when, im a fluffing sagittarius, do you know how much i want to magically be a millionaire so i can pay for friends and my own medical stuff and go on traveling and adventures, be outside probably not camping bc as a pagan i know thats a death sentence but like be outside, lay on grass, go back to swimming because i used to swim competitively and due to health reasons i can barely even go in a pool anymore because theres too much sunlight which, bit plot twist i know, im fluffing allergic to vitamin D and the rays of the sun, so go figure, attempts to be healthy kill me more, i also cant eat most plants and am constantly dying from just eating food, they dont know whats wrong with me. i cant fix it by going ve/gan for a month inf act i tried and it almost made my heart stop thanks society. These arent excuses these are the lives of disabled and diseased and to a lesser but still very real point, ethnic lives every fluffing day. This is real shit and its murder and online and gaming? It may be all I have soon since I can’t just go out and make new friends cause, again, I’d fluffing die. I get sick going to the mall or the movie theater, I miss theme parks so much but have to minimize it to weeks i dont have work so i dont get fired for having a welt while working in the beauty industry. I may have to get a degree online and change my field entirely because of my illness that nobody understands. People even make fun of it constantly online and I wish I could just drop online entirely because of how unbelievably ableist the entirety of the world is, i wish i could drop humans in general for their ableism, but i cant. I don’t have choices in most cases, but throwing away people who maybe purposefully maybe unintentionally thats why i’m giving you this warning and will be repeating this warning for awhile, this is where i have choice. I have to use what little choice I have in life while I can since everytime i go to movies or a concert or a theme park i almost die because of not having an immune system that functions or being in certain air qualities pr being near plants or unclean people, I may not have much time and I gotta do whats best for what little mental health I have, and if that means dropping people i care about and really want to write with and do things with but who ignore me then, i guess so be it.

[reprisedpiece]

Open Wide

Pairing: Ben Platt x MedStudent!Reader

Warning: like 2-3 curse words 

Request: “Heyyy! Would you do a Ben platt x med student reader! Thanks!!!”

Word Count: 1423

Note: ((the title is so misleading but no this isnt smut i just couldn’t think of another title sorry)) this was shorter than i expected and THIS IS SO STUPID IM SO SORRY its not exactly med school material bc i know nothing but i just really had to do this lmao i hope y’all like this one !

MASTERLIST

Your hands were starting to get tired, fingertips slightly numb, and neck aching from looking down at your current subject right in front of you. 

“Just a few more stitches,” You consoled yourself, tongue sticking out a bit as you concentrated.

You were trying so hard to keep your hands steady and unfortunately, the stare that Ben’s been giving you for the last fifteen minutes from across the room did nothing but made you feel pressured to finish faster. 

“Ben,” You started, making one loop after another with the suture.”You’re staring, darling.”

Ben cleared his throat as he stood up from his chair. He made his way to the couch, gently sitting down beside you as to not move you. He leaned closer until you felt his warm breath hitting the back of your neck.

“What if it’s a tumor?” He whispered quietly. You rolled your eyes.

“Not this again.”

“This is no joking mater, Y/N! What if it’s a tumor in my throat?” He whined.

“It’s isn’t, I’m telling you.” You say slowly and quietly, focusing on your stitches.

He buried his face in his hands. “Oh God. It’s the nodes, isn’t it? I’m gonna have to undergo throat surgery.”

His leg started to bounce up and down, the motions making the couch move as well. You slapped his leg lightly. “Benjamin Platt, stop moving too much. You’re gonna mess up my sutures.”

“I don’t understand why we’re not talking about this!”

“Because we already had this conversation thirty minutes ago. Didn’t I tell you to take your medicine?”

“I did! But it didn’t do shit.”

“Obviously, it takes time for the medicine to metabolize into your body.”

“Just tell me, sweetheart. I won’t be mad. I just have to know.” He whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek. He was making a big deal out of this thing. He was rubbing your back softly, urging you to tell him “the truth”. He refuses to believe what he had was something as simple as this.

Ben was a bit of a hypochondriac, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how much coincidental that the two of you ended up being together. Who knew? A hypochondriac and a third year medical student, dating for two years.

You sigh, looking up from the grapes you were practicing your stitches on before facing him. “Ben, you have a cold.”

He threw his arms up. “It doesn’t feel like a cold!”

You chuckled. “Sure, Ben. Whatever you say.”

“You’re no doctor yet! You can’t just dismiss me like that!” He pouts.

“Under this roof, I’m the closest person you have to a doctor,” You spoke before pointing to the man who was devouring a bag of Doritos from the other side of the room. “Unless you want Will to be the one to attend to your concerns.” You continued.

Will turned his head around as he stared at Ben dead in the eyes “Cut his throat out.”

Ben’s eyes widened at the violent remark. “Okay, definitely not consulting him. But can you please make sure one last time that it is just a cold?”

You sigh in defeat. You stood up, walking towards him until you were positioned in between his legs while he was sitting down. He placed his hands on your hips. You gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I’m telling you, darling. You’re alright.”

Your fingers traced and palpitated the area below where his jaw met his ear. You moved your fingers in slow circle motions, trying to determine how enlarged his lymph nodes are. 

“Okay, your lymph nodes are a bit swollen but that’s expected because you do have colds.” You tell Ben. He nodded in response. “Is that it?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.” You reached for the penlight from the back pocket of your jeans.

You twisted your torso to look behind you. “Does anyone have a popsicle stick or something?” You yell out. 

Mike looked up from his phone, holding a popsicle stick to his mouth. He pulled it out of his mouth and you could see a bit of ice cream residue. “This good enough?” He yelled back. 

You nodded. “That will do!” 

“Alright. Just give me a second,” He started.

“You’re not putting that in my mouth.” Ben protested right away, facing you then slowly facing Mike.

When Mike heard Ben, a sinister grin started to form on his face. He slowly licked the popsicle stick clean, licking it more than necessary. All this was done with him staring Ben dead in the eyes.

Ben looked up to you. “Like I said, you will not put that it my mouth.”

“Babe, I’m going to have to if you want me to actually check what’s going on with your throat.” You giggled, running your hand through his hair.

“But it has his saliva on it. That’s not hygienic.” He said, watching as Mike handed you the popsicle stick. 

Mike laughed doing so. “It was nice working with you, Y/N.” He said as he snickered. “I love you, man. I do this out of love.” He told Ben.

Ben rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

You flicked him on the nose. “Don’t be mean! I didn’t say i was going to directly put it in your mouth. I’m going to put plastic on it.”

You tuned around again. “Okay, anybody have like a plastic glove or just plain old plastic? Anything as long as it’s clean!” You yelled, holding the popsicle stick in one of your hands.

Will slowly raised his hand. “Uhm, I got a condom in my wallet.”

“No.” Ben immediately said.

“Yes, Will. Hand it to me.” He simply laughed, reaching for his wallet. He pulled out a foil-packaged condom, tossing it to you before grabbing his phone. “I’m documenting this.”

Ben’s eyes widened, facing Will. “No, you won’t.” He faced you. “And you are not putting a condom in my mouth.”

“Dude, c’mon. It prevents people from getting STDs so I’m pretty sure it’s going to prevent you from contracting anything that Mike has in the moment.” Will snorted, as Mike let out a laugh.

“But-” Ben started.

“This is for your career, Ben.” Mike teased as you opened up the packaging, rolling the condom on the popsicle stick.

Ben took in a deep breath. “Fine.” The two boys cheered while you hushed them, still chuckling at what’s about to happen.”

“Open wide.” You say. You pushed his tongue down with the stick as he did, using the light to inspect his throat.

“Isn’t that something that Ben would normally say?” Ben almost gagged on the stick, blushing hard on the comment.

“Shut up, Will. You’re not helping.” 

The three of you watched as Ben’s face contorted with shock. “Oh my God, it tastes so minty. It’s like toothpaste.”

Will laughed as he started to walk to where the light switches were. “That’s not even the best part yet.” He shut the lights.

“Ooooh, it glows in the dark.” You and Mike said at the same time, genuinely impressed.

Ben started swatting his hands around as he whined with the stick still holding his tongue down. You quickly removed the stick. You placed the penlight back to your pocket and he looked at you, waiting for you to talk. He let of his hands fall from your hip and held your free hand instead.

“Okay. Good news, Ben. Your tonsils look fine, your throat is clear. You just have to drink lots of fluids and wait ‘till the medicine kicks in.” You bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles. “It really is just the cold.” 

He lets out a sigh in relief. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He tilted his head upwards in attempt to give you a kiss on the lips. 

You pressed a finger against his mouth. “Nice try, Ben. That shit’s still contagious. I can’t afford to be sick. I have a practical exam tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t mean I still couldn’t do this.” He started peppering your face with kisses.

You were giggling in his arms when both of your phones vibrated at the same time. You pulled away to check while Ben continued to press kisses onto your face.

Your eyes widened when you saw what it was. “Oh, you will not be happy with this.” You mumbled, facing your phone towards Ben for him to see.

Will uploaded the video of the entire thing on Instagram for the whole world to see. Ben stared at the post in horror.

“Tonsillitis would have been better than this.”