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pinksugarscrub · 1 month ago

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Starstruck

Hobie Brown x fem! musician! reader

Recap: Yuri’s too busy when you come back to scold you. So the rest of your shift goes smoothly. Your mind drifting to the boy every once in a while. A small smile on your lips. The phone rings and your bliss is broken. You hold your breath as insult after insult hits your ear through the receiver. You feel like an idiot. The boy’s pretty face fading into obscurity. You blink back tears as you talk with the real Miguel O'Hara. What a shitty night.

Part(s): Prologue, 1, ???

Word Count: 2,013

Gwendolyn Stacy, your best friend since middle school and you have a dinky friendship bracelet to prove it. You told her everything and I mean everything but for some odd reason you felt too ashamed to even mention what’s his face. So instead you turned to the only other person you shared your life with and that was Mary Jane Watson, better known as MJ.

“Motherf-”

“Language,” you sigh. Stuffing another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. Your eyes following Mary Jane as she shuffles across the room. Two different shades of purple fabric in her perfectly manicured fingers.

“Sorry,” she grumbles. Rolling her eyes as she bites her tongue. It was pretty irritating how calm you were being after spilling your guts out to her earlier. There are even still tear stains on your cheeks. “But aren’t you mad? I mean come on (y/n), that was pretty messed up.”

“I never said I wasn’t mad,” you mumble. Sticking your spoon back into the tub when you notice Spider-man strutting up to you. His striped tail brushing against your ankle as he waited patiently for you to lift him up.

The tabby purrs as soon as you place him into your lap. Gently scratching his chin to distract yourself from MJ’s stare. The anger swirling behind her eyes diminishes when she realizes how deeply this has affected you. “So, what do you feel?”

Your face scrunches up as you try to come up with a proper answer. Anything that makes you seem like less of a crybaby. “I don’t know…I just…” you sigh again,“I just feel really stupid.”

“But it wasn’t your fault,” she retorts.

“It was my fault MJ!” Your voice wavering as you lean back into the soft and plush pillows of her bed. Holding Spider-man closer to your chest and burying your nose into his fur. Effectively muffling your words. “I let some dumb guy distract me and Yuri had to pay for my mistake…”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” MJ huffs. Placing her hands on her hips as she eyes you. “Yuri? You know she can handle anything anyone throws at her. She’s practically a soldier.”

“I know, I know,” you whine. “He just- he played me ok!?” Sniffling as you held Spider-man above you. “Right?”

Spider-man blinks.

“See? Even he agrees!”

MJ rolls her eyes again. You seem to bring it out in her. “Ok fine, you’re an idiot and you deserved what you got.”

You gasp, cradling spider-man to your chest. “Mary Jane Watson!”

She quirks her eyebrows up while shrugging her shoulders. Going back to sifting through her dresser for pearl beads and tiny sequins. “What is it about this guy that has you so twisted? I mean, this isn’t the first time you’ve fumbled a guy.”

“Thank you very much for that,” you deadpanned. “This greatly improves my already low self esteem and twisted? What is this 1984?”

It’s MJ’s turn to be appalled as she tosses a pillow over your head. “Will you shut up about that! I’m only a few years older than you.” She huffs as she smacks another pillow over your head after you pull the previous one away from your face.

“What was that senior citizen? I can’t hear you over the deafening sound of my self loathing.”

She groans as she smacks you once more. “Stop avoiding me and answer my question already.”

You sigh as you sink down onto the floor. Dramatically of course. Your daily visits wouldn’t be complete without a dose of insanity.

It takes you a few moments to collect yourself and finally decide to say what’s been on your mind. Your fingers digging into your palms. “Do you remember the story of how my parents met?”

MJ hums, taking a seat beside you but not without carefully adjusting her skirt. Sitting elegantly as she brushed her hand through your hair which cause Spider-Man to get jealous and saunter over again. “Of course. He saw her from across the room at a venue he was performing at. They instantly felt a connection and he spent weeks trying to find her after only knowing her name.”

You follow along with her explanation. Mouthing word for word considering you had memorized your parent’s love story by heart.

“So this has something to do with you being a hopeless romantic?”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?” You snap. MJ puts her hands up in mock surrender.

You sigh again as you stare up at the ceiling. “My mom told me it was his smile that caught her. I never really understood why until…” You cough and clear your throat as you close your eyes. Cringing as you felt your cheeks heat up. “He had a nice smile.”

MJ’s eyes soften. “I see…”

“I just…” You rub your hands over your face. Sprawling out like a starfish or in this case, a puddle. “I kind of let the idea of the same thing happening to me get to my head. It was different.”

Groaning, you decide to change the subject. Not sure how much more humiliation you could take after admitting to your delusions.

It was hard not to want what your parents had. They were happy, content living in their two bedroom apartment singing songs in the morning and dancing in the evening. Aside from music, you wanted someone special in your life and after letting go of Miles in the name of friendship you were starting to lose hope. Oh, you weren’t supposed to mention that.

“Anyway, any last minute advice? School starts in less than a week,” you sing. Smiling weakly as you lightly punched her shoulder.

It took everything within MJ not to scold you for avoiding your feelings. She knew first hand what it was like to bottle everything up. She couldn’t understand why you felt the need to do so. You didn’t live with an abusive father who didn’t support your dreams. Your family was ecstatic to send you to Visions, help you achieve your goals. But the more family dinners she was invited to the more she saw what was brewing beneath the surface. She just hoped you would see it sooner rather than later.

For once, she indulged you and moved along. Sliding down so she was also on her back staring at the same dirty ceiling she gazed at late into the night wondering if she was doing the right thing. Every time you remind her she is.

“It’s not illegal if you don't get caught.”

You choke on your spit. Laughing as you looked over at her in disbelief. “You are a horrible influence.”

MJ laughs along with you before wrapping her arm around your shoulder and holding you close. “You’re only seventeen once,” she whispers, “enjoy it.”

There’s a moment of silence as you take in her words. Her face was one you had grown to love. Maybe because you felt like you lost your other best friend in the process of trying to be a good one. Either way, you wouldn’t trade her for the world.

“Noted.”

Your phone buzzes on MJ's bed and within minutes you’re emotionally sober again and heading home for dinner. "You coming?"

"What? And miss movie night?" MJ smiles. Grabbing her jacket and her keys.

Movie nights were spectacular. You would savor the last few days of summer vacation because soon enough you would resume your normal routine as a high school student. Forgetting all about the cute boy with dimples. You guarantee it.

Midtown lockers consisted of stickers, graffiti, or lack of creativity. Yours was situated right next to Gwen’s. She dropped the -dolyn of her name after meeting Miles who coined the nickname. Speaking of which, Miles had been infatuated with her since freshman year. Well, your freshman year. He was still in middle school when the universe aka Mr. Harrington who was in charge of the academic decathlon, recruited them. You were excluded per lack of…how do you say? “Intelligence”. Public speaking wasn’t your strong suit.

You became their middle man because they were both hopeless and idiots.

Ignoring the pain that eventually dulled into an ache. You walked with them, talked with them, and even traded seats with them so they could partner on assignments. Your group grew with the addition of Pavitir sophomore year. Gayatri the next. Which totally didn't make you feel more alone.

The plan was to meet with everyone before the first bell rang but everyone seemed to be struggling with one thing or another. So for now you were left wandering the halls. Maybe you should learn a new hobby, join a new club? Club Rush wouldn’t be for another month though.

Were you being ungrateful? Dissatisfied with what you had even though you had everything? Well, minus a boyfriend but that’s not necessarily a need.

In the end you head to your first class early. Choosing a seat in the back you’re sure Miles will love so he can draw up tags. You and Miles share a statistics class this semester. You chalk it up to him being a genius who doesn’t even have to try too hard to pass. Lucky.

The class slowly fills and at this point you’re just staring blankly at your desk and worry begins to gnaw at you the closer you get to the bell ringing. Miles is unsurprisingly absent but being late on the first day is a stretch, even for him. You know Mr. Davis and Mrs. Morales wouldn’t have it.

A loud ring sets your stomach in knots but right as it starts the door swings open and oh no—

You’ve got to be kidding me

Your eyes meet and you want the world to swallow you whole. Out of all of the schools in the State of New York. There is no way he could be here. His address, what was his address? It was almost two districts away right? Right!?

Fuck

Your heart jumps when you come back to reality. He’s walking towards you, toward the only empty seat in the classroom aside from the one right by the door. Out of all the times Miles was late you’ve never wanted to scream at him more but at this point you just want him to be seated next to you. By falling from the ceiling or barreling through the window you don’t care! You would even settle for sitting next to Flash Thompson. The Flash Thompson.

You wouldn't survive an entire school year—your senior year—sitting next to a boy who obviously knows how charming he is and almost had you fired to get his kicks! Who does that? For pizza of all things!?

You pray by some miracle an earthquake hits but instead, you’re answered by the squeak of leather that you would recognize anywhere. You want to cry tears of joy at the sight of the red jordans entering the door followed by a sheepish looking Morales.

“Mr. Morales, late on the first day.”

Miles chuckles at the exasperated sigh that leaves your teacher’s lips. Rubbing the back of his neck before he shrugs off his bag. Easily setting it down on the desk beside you after turning in a familiar pink slip of paper that brands you as a troublesome student.

“Einstein said time was relative right?” He smiles but you can see the sweat dripping down his forehead. “Maybe I’m not late, maybe you guys are early.”

You would laugh if it weren’t for the fact you can’t tear your eyes away from the boy from before. He seems to feel the same sentiment except he doesn't look like he's on the verge of a panic attack. He quite easily takes a stride in the other direction. Sitting with an already disinterested look on his expression.

As soon as Miles is done being put under the spotlight you tug him down and his stool makes a loud screech that you opt to ignore and thankfully so does everyone else.

You're S-C-R-E-W-E-D. Screwed.

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nyeddleblog · 4 months ago

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Unrequited. [Part 3]

Pairing: Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader; Mary Jane Watson x Fem!Reader. Warnings: Mary Jane Watson, reader has a situationship with MJ and gives her an oral, oral sex (f receiving), reader is a flirt. Summary: You go to MJ's and once you come back home, Peter already has someone over. A/N: Oof, I'm not sure any of you will like this chapter, I'm sorry...

PREVIOUS PART.

Chapter 3: Boundaries.

Mary Jane Watson. Fuck, she was beautiful, a sight for sore eyes, a mess of freckles sprayed over rosy skin, a cascade of copper locks framing a gorgeous face, and she looked so good on the receiving end, too. Her taste, her smell, her voice. It was all too intoxicating.

"Fuck, baby" she'd mumble, chest heaving as she took a hold of your hair, pulling softly, "Right there."

You groaned, making the vibrations travel through her body. MJ squirmed then, and you took firm hold of her hips, pressing your mouth against her pussy, eating her out fervently.

"Oh, god," she whimpered, "I'm so close, honey."

You smirked in response, knowing better than stopping the good work. Your hands traveled from her hips to the rest her body, one stopping right on her lower stomach as you pressed gently, and the other gathering her slickness through her pretty folds, letting her grind herself against your face. You were in heaven.

You pressed two fingers against her entrance, waiting for permission. Mary Jane pulled your hair a bit tighter and that was all you needed. You left a soft kiss on her clit before coming back to licking her exactly how she needed you to, pumping your fingers into her with a steady pace.

"Cum for me, princess" you demanded gently, right when her hips jerked upwards, and she let out a sweet moan that made you smile, "That's it, baby."

Mary gasped, falling backwards against the mattress. You let your fingers slip out of her and softly caress the plush skin of her inner thighs. You left a few chaste kisses on her knee, as you pushed her panties back on their place.

"That was amazing..." the ginger giggled, not quite used to it.

"Well, I was just returning the favor" you said in response, resting your cheek on her lower stomach. MJ ran a hand through your hair gently, "Want me to stay the night? I could order something and maybe we could do something else..."

But Mary Jane was getting up, leaving you on the bed like a lost puppy. She made her way to the bathroom, letting the shower run as she took off the baby tee you hadn't been able to get a hold of.

"I have rehearsal at nine" she explained mindlessly, checking the water temperature, "So I can't really allow myself a sleepover."

"Nine?" you inquired, starting to walk towards her. Mary Jane received your arms snaking around her waist with a smile, "It's kinda late, don't you think?"

"Well, most actors work during the day..."

"Right."

"So, I just gotta adjust my schedule to theirs..." she finished explaining apologetically. You pouted in response but left a kiss on her cheek nonetheless, "I can offer you a hot shower and, maybe, round four...?"

"God, aren't you a romantic?"

Mary Jane Watson was adorable, even if her name was a mouthful. She was just a tad more talkative than you, had the cutest laugh and you were growing dangerously accustomed to the way her fingernails grazed your skin. Three more sessions of this and, fuck, you were going to risk it all.

So you drove home with a smile after showering, specially grateful of the fact that Peter hadn't texted you about any flings. Maybe he had finally gone to the girl's place, for once. Either way, as you got out of your car and walked towards the elevator, you texted him that you were arriving.

And little did you know you were in for a surprise.

"Felicia!" you exclaimed when you got into your apartment. At least she was fully clothed, and judging for the disheveled appearance of her hair, they had already finished, "How the fuck did he convince you to come back?"

Instead of appearing annoyed or angry like the night before, she just smiled and rolled her eyes. You raised your eyebrows at that, to be honest you didn't think that Parker had it in him.

"Damn, okay."

And Peter came out of the bathroom, wearing only his boxers. You pressed your lips together, turning towards the kitchen as you uncomfortably watched the way Felicia stood on her tippy toes to leave sloppy kisses on his jaw and collarbone.

"Damn, okay!" you repeated, so they'd acknowledge your presence.

Peter smiled your way, "I didn't think you'd come back."

Yeah, that was the smile of a person who just got fucked their brains out.

"Yet I did," you said dryly, but smiled his way to show there were no hard feelings though he hadn't warned you, "Is your apology take out offer still up?"

He held Felicia by the waist and walked towards you, getting three glasses out of their cabinet, "Of course. Water?"

"It's Friday night" you stated like it was an answer, "I'm getting myself a glass of whiskey."

You heard the small hum coming out of Felicia's mouth and you weren't an idiot, the girl was gorgeous, so you turned towards her and seductively let out, "Want some?"

"Oh, I don't drink wh..." Peter begun to say, but you saw the blonde nod and you were replacing two of the glasses with a whiskey tumbler.

"Not asking you, dickwad." And Peter let go of Felicia's waist, "You staying over for dinner, cutie?"

"I have time."

You gave your roommate a small, knowing look. He gave you another in response. An annoyed, deadpan stare that almost made you burst out laughing.

"She has time, Peter" you said, "So you're buying us both dinner."

NEXT PART.

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dailyspiderplush · 17 days ago

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Spider-Plush in the media #3.

Oh my god, they're at another fucking carnival. Btw these images are from "Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane" by Sean Kelly McKeever and drawn by Takeshi Miyazawa. That third image is fucking brutal.

#marvel #marvel comics #spider man #spiderman #peter parker #plushies #comics #spidey #plush #spider plush #mary jane watson #mary jane parker #amazing spider man #petermj

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willyoubemycherryy · 10 months ago

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➯imagine being Thomas Webb’s pretty shameless neighbor❣︎#𝟙 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

ALSO: this is an x reader but I used my name Dollette Watson ie. Doll/D.W for short (my mom was born in the 60’s can u tell?) just because I think the constant y/n is annoying if u want me to change it lmk and I will♥︎

“𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛’ 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑜 𝑃𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑖．．“

When you first moved in, you actually hadn’t seen him at all for almost 3 weeks.

Between settling in, moving your stuff together, job hunting, and being somewhat social, it wasn't until things slowed down a bit that you finally did see him and damn, did you see him.

You had just walked through your buildings door. Tired from work and the tight ass “uniform”, which was nothing more than a button up top with a tiny pinstripe skirt. Huffing in irritation you ready yourself for the trek up the stairs in goddamn heels, when you notice feet and the man attached to them blocking your way.

Raising an eyebrow, you wait a beat for him to move until you realize that he was wearing headphones.

You walk closer until the tips of your shoes are nearly kissing and watch the exact moment he snaps back to planet earth. Startling as he looks up at you.

You were suddenly grateful he had headphones on when you gasped because nothing could have prepared you for someone so attractive.

He was undeniably the finest man you have ever seen in your life, period.

Pretty cut brown hair, thoughtful baby blues behind smart framed glasses that brought attention to his high ruddy cheekbones, and god his nose. You have to blink away the graphic image of how good said nose would feel grinding against your clit before the present dull throb in your core turns into full blown pulsating.

Your efforts don’t matter because it’s game over for you once you drop your eyes to his lips. They were just so…full. Deep pink n plush, that line down the middle of his bottom lip was doing something to you.

You don’t even care if he notices you checking him out. In fact, you want him to. Because you were going to have him one way or another and have a real fun time with it too.

So, you watch his eyes flit to the hem of your shamelessly short skirt before trailing them down your legs, all the way to your heels. Enjoying the heat that his gaze alone lights in you.

Unfortunately, you are tired so playtime will have to wait.

Clearing your throat, you give him a cheeky smile, “Going up? Or are you waiting down here forever?” Tone teasing as you walk up the first two stairs to stand beside him. He watches your every move almost devotedly.

“No, I’m going up. I mean- I live here so that’s…yeah. I was just lost in thought.” His voice is deeper than you thought it’d be as he stumbles a bit through his answer and the raspiness in it makes you want to whine.

But wait.

“You live here too? Because I moved in a few weeks ago actually.” You tell him and he nods.

“Yeah? weird I’ve never seen you around the building though.” you laugh as you definitely would have remembered seeing him.

“That’s probably because you’re obviously a busy guy. Lost in thought in the middle of the stairs. Does this thought have a name?” Smiling, you prod him juuust a little, to gauge if he’s single. He smiles with you and it’s cute. Lightly shaking his head before he suddenly stands.

Fuck you upside down in a full Nelson he’s tall.

“Busy is the last thing I am. The name was Mimi. I’m just the friend that never made it to boyfriend, but I’ll get out of your way…?” He pauses as he waits for your name.

“DW. Dollette Watson. But for what it’s worth,” you hesitate before deciding to just go for it,

“I’m positive you’re the type to talk someone through it so it’s her loss entirely. Try not to sulk too much...?” You know you’re being bold. Innuendo all in your voice but he’s so hot you truly can’t help it. Thanks to his height and close proximity, you have to look up to make eye contact which is hard because of the way you’re trying not to stare at his full lips. And he smelled so good.

“Thomas, Webb. But thank you.” His voice is lower as he looks down at you with hooded eyes and the urge to devour his mouth hits you hard. But, you just walk up the steps until you can look down at him and turn to face him.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you but…if you ever want to get busy, come to 5b. I’m sure we could find something interesting to do”. You aren’t teasing this time. You mean business. Leaning in to whisper so close to his face that you can smell his chapstick. His eyes widen before they drop and you actually do whine as he bites his lip and comes closer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Until next time though. Bye Thomas.” You can’t resist and lean forward to nip his bottom lip. His light throaty groan sends warmth all over your body as it tapers into a soft “fuck”.

“Bye Doll”, Thomas mutters after you pull away, briefly noticing how his ears and neck have reddened, before you start walking up to your place.

Oh, he’s going to be fun. You think, feeling his eyes on you while you walk up until you’re out of sight.

Smirking, you hope he saw your panties…and how soaked they were.

#callum turner #thomas webb #the only living boy in new york #the only man ever #callum turner x reader #thomas webb x reader #masters of the air #mota #dont like it? go tell the church #fluff #smut #BREAKING NEWS: there will be wh*res in this house #🎀pretty neighbor series🎀

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consult-sherlockholmes · 7 months ago

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Who knows, maybe it is a pengling wearing a mask and a little hat. I think she would be in favour of this stuffed little creature. And it would be a good opportunity to teach her about deadly pandemics of the past, pathogens and the wonders of antibiotics.

I do not know what you are talking about.

If your doctor isn't available to look after you, do you want to have mine? He can't cure you but he is great company.

Doctor? Are you sure that this distinct gentleman has a medical degree? Maybe he has a doctorate in another field? History, perhaps? The dramatic arts? And I do not suffer from the plague, Yersinia pestis, so you are correct that he cannot cure me. But maybe his presence would be beneficial.

#theres no penwing to talk abou #sherlock holmes rp #sherlock roleplay #rp #roleplay #sherlock holmes roleplay #sherlock rp #rosie #rosie watson #pengling #penguin #penwing #plush

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angryducktimemachine · 7 months ago

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If you can't find a human Watson, Rat Watson is fine.

[ID: three photos of a person wearing a Sherlock Holmes cosplay consisting of a dark grey suit and a light grey deerstalker hat. On his shoulder sits a plush rat dressed as Watson is a grey jacket and a blue flat cap. /End ID]

#posting this mainly for my perfect little Watson #and also for my deerstalker which ive sewn myself

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gooolabatooo · 7 months ago

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This is art for the story "With Charity For All” by EC Boss (@emilycare) for the When the Rose Speaks its Name Sherlock Holmes Anthology!

You can check out their blog @whentherosespeaks . This is a non-profit project, Returns from sales will be donated to AKT, a UK charity benefiting LGBTQIA+ youth.

Image Description: The setting of this image is in a nursery. From left to right of the background is a wardrobe, a door, a nappy changing station, and a mirror with a wash stand. Watson is holding his baby daughter, Charity in his arms while Holmes looks excitedly at her. Charity is holding a plush bee. In her crib, there is a plush bear and duck.

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#my art #sherlock holmes #john watson #when the rose speaks its name #when the rose speaks

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ghostofnuggetspast · 30 days ago

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An Ode to Your Orbicularis Oris

By John H. Watson

Sometimes in the evening, when you've completed your self-appointed tasks and intensely ignored mine, you seem to sit watching telly or staring at the walls. You are actually walking your Mind Palace. That is the one place I can never follow you, but I don't begrudge you your time. I use my stolen moment wisely. I slouch comfortably in my chair, sip whiskey, and sincerely adore your lips (with poetry, as is my wont).

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O mouth, a cave of warm wonders inside the mountain of your intellect!Your treasures are guarded by formidable entities, lush and strong, like striking serpents one moment, grand buttresses to inspiration another, and pillowy seductors the next. Which will I, your partner in Crime and shadowed slave to my own desires, experience this frost-bit eve?

Perhaps the killing word, the cutting blow, the deduction flaying your prey to the hidden humiliated bone. These I have survived, laughing. No other could withstand your whip hand mouth as I do. I thrill in your ferocity and fight you with what weapons I have, but you will not drive me away. Velvet your voice for me, love, but do not lose it.

We may be called forth to witness and unravel an ending. The fire of intellect lights your visage at the bloody plot where the story lies. Death has stung in this scene, and that is to be mourned. But there is more here than darkness. Yea, there is also the sparking of your machine-gun lips as they spray rapid-fire truths. Swift as electricity, you lay out the tale and the evidence plain, and we watchers are agog. I am also your crime scene. See through my skin, love, but hold my secrets close.

You are before me lying rampant on the couch. You innocently touch your fingertips to your lips, and I am cast into fascination, deep in the whirlpool of your ocean. The only direction to move is down, towards your divine mouth. In my mind's eye I cross the divide and touch your plush lips with my own trembling fingers. The only time they are not dangerous is like this, in repose. They are soft and warm, full and inviting. I long to meet them with my own. Were you to offer, could I, craven-hearted but craving, open to your will? Try. Kiss me, love, and test my limits.

The miracle that is your mouth, delight of my being, is too much to dwell upon for long. I am drenched in my desire, lost at sea, and clinging to each moment I have to see and observe your lips.

Scribbled to the side: need better hiding place - call Ella - get milk, biscuits, earl grey, rice, peas, tomatoes, beans, bread, bleach, gauze, biohazard bags - so lost holy fuck

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Thanks to @helloliriels for a quick beta read. All weirdness is my own. @totallysilvergirl @naefelldaurk @friday411 @calaisreno

This is part of a series now. Not sure what to call it, but it's overwrought romance-laden poetry that John writes when his emotions get the better of him. He hides this notebook in the best spot he can find in the flat. So far, that's the cleaning supplies cabinet. I'm happy to take suggestions for a title. Got a few already!

#bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #odes #poetry #bad poetry #lips #John Watson is so lost

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