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catmanbowser · 4 months

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Please draw leather jacket discowing more I beg of you he is so pretty!!!!! Also maybe leather jacket Cass but ahhh your art???? It's soo goodddd!!!

THANK YOU TEEHEE <3<3

Idk if you’ll see this anon bcs this is an old ask but here you go </3

#cb answers #catman's art #dick grayson #cassandra cain #nightwing #batgirl #dc #i remmebr i have tumblr asks of course i do [lying]#im not good at drawing leather stuff..sorry…tried my best….

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kangofu-cb · 8 months

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Oooh, is Loyalty of Wolves related to your WHOB by any chance?? Either way I’d love to hear more about that!

Loyalty of Wolves has absolutely nothing in common with my WHOB fic, it's an entirely new and different story about werewolves that I've been picking at for entirely too long!

Ever wondered how Clint has fallen off so many buildings and still manages to walk away at the end of the day? Well the answer is "because he's a werewolf, obviously" and that's how this fic started. That and "Hydra made Bucky into a werewolf because that's basically the same as a supersoldier, right? Right guys? Right??". So those two ideas collided.

I only have one line for you though.

“He can’t choose you if you don’t make yourself an option.”

#cb writes #the loyalty of wolves #winterhawk werewolves #author memes #writer asks #cb answers

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babybluebex · 1 year

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Billy Knight craves your touch so much that it physically hurts, but he's too scared and insecure to initiate. (Please think of 14k and give Billy/this blurb a happy ending? ILY, congrats on 13k!)

UNLUCKY 13 ANGST NIGHT ugh YES billy my beloved boy cw brief mention of childhood abuse

He's always been told that it's rude. That asking for something like affection was bad, that it showed that you were ungrateful for what you had. Growing up, Billy never had affection, but he learned that asking for it only led to trouble. So he never did. He shut down those feelings and locked them up and threw away the key. He was a grown man; he didn't need paltry things like hugs.

And then he met you, and the need for affection grew. He loved you— God, he loved you— but affection was a tricky thing. He wanted to love you like any other man would love you, but he wasn't able to just hug you or kiss you. He always needed to justify it, and he never could come up with a viable reason why he needed to be affectionate with you. So, he never did, but it was starting to weigh on him.

You looked beautiful as you stood at the kitchen counter, doing nothing especially remarkable. You were cutting vegetables for dinner, and Billy stood at the doorway as he watched you do your work. He likes watching you be all domestic, and the urge to hug you came back. But he couldn’t possibly act on that, as badly as he wanted to. It hurt him inside his chest with the urge, and he suddenly cleared his throat.

“Darling?” he asked, and you turned to look at him, pausing your chopping. “Could you, erm, come here? For a moment?”

You put down the knife and advanced towards Billy, taking his hand in yours once you reached him. His hands were so big and you loved them, and you pressed a kiss to his palm. “Is something wrong?” you asked, and Billy swallowed thickly.

Slowly, his arms stretched outwards and he enveloped you, and you gasped. Billy wasn’t very affectionate with you, for reasons you weren’t quite sure of but knew probably stemmed from a bad childhood, and every bit of affection was welcome and surprising. Your arms flew around his neck quickly and you held him close, and Billy sighed as he nestled his face into your neck. "I love you," he whispers. "M'sorry I don't show it often enough, but please believe me that I love you."

"I love you too, Billy," you whispered. "It's okay, baby, everyone shows affection differently."

"But I want to show you affection the regular way," Billy said. "Hug you and kiss you, do everything I want, but I... I just can't. But believe me, I wish I could."

"I believe you," you whispered. "Maybe we can take baby steps... And this is a big first step."

"I love you so much," Billy whispered quickly, and you squeezed him tightly. "Thank you for not leaving me."

"I don't want to leave you," you told him. "I'd never want to leave you. We can work on this together, but please know I'm proud of you for hugging me."

"Thanks," Billy mumbled. "I just... When I was little, if I asked for a hug or a cuddle, my dad would hit me. I learned that wanting affection was bad, so I learned to never ask. But I guess I need to unlearn that."

"And I'll be here for all of that," you told him. You rubbed his back and stepped away for a moment, and you leaned back and kissed his soft lips for a moment. "I'll always be here."

#bex answers #anon ask #bex's drabbles #billy knight x reader #billy knight #joseph quinn #cb strike #joseph quinn x reader

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jsab-corruptedbond · 3 months

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Blixer like flowers but he can't touch them, but what about crystal flowers?(🪻💎)

-Anon Flower🪻

" My curse don't effect crystals, so i guess i could touch a crystal flower "

" But i never seen one before...just normal crystals, i would LOVE to show you the crystals back at home, they're very pretty "

#i really need to remind myself to answer these questions lmao #jsab #just shapes and beats #corrupted bond #doodle #jsab cb

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thecryptidbard · 8 hours

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Oh, the episode where Hetty's trying to forgive Elias sure hits different now.

YES THAT EPISODE anon you are so so right!! Elias is the one that fucked around (on SO many levels, lol), but she is the one that had to find out, when all his legal trouble ended up entirely on her. In Weekend from Hell, she’s not just having to forgive him for all his direct actions while they were married, but also for the fact that he left her with this situation that made her feel even more alone and powerless and trapped than she had already felt throughout her entire life.

And she can’t share that particular pain she’s having to reckon with in order to forgive him with anyone else. Surrounded by the other ghosts as they try to encourage her to just move on, she’s so completely alone in that pain.

Her line of “releasing him from hell would make him happy, and I don’t want him to be happy. He doesn’t deserve to be happy” compared with her finally stating just how truly unhappy she was her whole life in this episode is getting me on a whole other level 😭

#thanks so much for the ask anon!! <3 #cbs ghosts spoilers #i am going to be thinking about this endlessly all weekend #hetty my beloved #cbs ghosts #hetty woodstone #ghosts asks #it answers #ask to tag

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Dear Miss Madisyn,

What makes Elementary superior to the Cumberbatch Sherlock for you?

a fellow television enthusiast...

norah

PS X-Files was my first grown up appointment TV show....

My Darlin' Dearest Norah,

I want to preface this by saying I do like BBC Sherlock because I know there are some pretty intense camps out there on both sides and I don't want anyone coming for me lol. I definitely think there is room for both in the canon. I will also say it has been quite a while since I watched the BBC version, so make of that what you will...

However, I prefer Elementary for a few reasons:

One, while I think the highly stylistic "movie" sort of quality to the BBC version is interesting, it gives Sherlock this sort of superhero-esque quality that makes him so "other" it's hard to relate to him in any way. Like I think he's cool in an objective way, but I don't really like him much or find him very redeemable. And the attitude around him is kind of like, "Well, that's just Sherlock! He's just a brilliant asshole!" and it just...stays that way.

(Now don't get me wrong, I love all the actors in both versions for a multitude of different reasons! But the writing lends itself to highly different interpretations from an actor's perspective.)

I prefer the realism of Elementary more. I absolutely love the characterization of both Sherlock and Joan. They feel like dynamic, flawed but redeemable characters who are fleshed out in most every way. They learn and grow and change in crucial ways throughout the series. Sherlock's behavior and neurodivergency are explained but not used as cop-outs or excuses for his not-so-nice treatment of people. He faces very real consequences in his relationships because of it and because of his drug addiction, but the key difference is that he figures out he wants to do better, especially for the people he comes to care deeply for. He tries, in his weird Sherlock way, to connect, because he starts to realize that yes, he is brilliant, but his actions affect others, and that being totally alone is not all it's cracked up to be. And Joan is very much her own person who struggles with her own issues and relationships with people and with the direction she wants her life to go. She (unwillingly at first) learns these new things about how to look at the world and how to help people in a different way, and she doesn't take a backseat to Sherlock. After the first season, she becomes a true partner to him, not a sidekick, and I really appreciate that.

Part of it is there is just more time over 7 traditional seasons to explore character arc, versus the wonky "we put seasons out whenever it works for us" way of BBC. The nuances are much more developed over time in a more natural way for Elementary.

Not to mention that the gender-bending in Elementary is just *chef's kiss*. They did it so well, you'd hardly know it was any other way!

Back to character, I just think Johnny Lee Miller knocked that role completely out of the park. He was absolutely stunning in playing those subtle changes and emotional moments and showing Sherlock's growth over time. He was multi-dimensional and it made his growth heartbreaking and lovely. He should've won a million Emmy's for that performance. And honestly, as much as I like Benedict (and I do), I truly think Johnny is the better actor overall (side note--if you ever get a chance, watch both versions of the Frankenstein production that they did together for the National Theatre in London, where they switch roles, both playing the monster and Dr. F for different performances. It's brilliant! But I do think Johnny is much better as the monster. 😊) And Lucy Liu is just a badass and I love her, too, and the chemistry between them is just awesome. They play those comic moments so well, too.

And I'm not gonna lie, I'm 100% a Sherlock x Joan shipper, and the writing in Elementary was fantastic in this way, because it left it open enough for the audience to decide for themselves what kind of love we were dealing with there. But the shippy moments were soooo good, imo. You named a bee after me? We're just two people who love each other... Come ON. Beautiful. Fabulous. Fantastic. And the ending? I wept.

I also think Elementary dealt with the addiction piece much much much better. The realism of going to AA, dealing with the fallout of relationships, relapses, the ongoing challenge of always being an addict was just so much more poignant without being a crutch. Similar thoughts about how the neurodivergency and PTSD were handled.

Anyway, I could probably go on, but this is long enough already! TL;DR: I just think Elementary is better in all the ways: writing, acting, arcs, relationships...LOL

Thanks for the ask, my dearest!!

#might be time for a rewatch...#i love them so much #i really do #sherlock holmes #joan watson #joanlock #elementary cbs #not elvis related lol #ask #answered

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voidsteffy · 1 year

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I love the Sherlock from Elementary. He has all the eccentricity of the Book Holmes, and is SO human. Yeah he's weird but he's also a gentleman.

Things I love about Elementary:

1. Sherlock is humanised but his eccentricities remain intact. He is a neuro-atypical and he doesn't seek to fit in. He loses sense of manners sometimes but whenever he's in control of himself you can never catch him being impolite to others.

2. Sherlock values the contribution made in his life by Kitty, Captain Gregson and even Bell. He can't outright say it everyday but you can see him being a protective cat jist hissing at anyone who decides to trouble them.

3. He values Joan's credibility and gives her the rash push into directions he knows she will exceed in. Joan has been more or less sheltered her entire life with friends who just sigh at her choices rather than take active decisions for her and be the bad cop. But Sherlock is just what Joan needs, much like how Joan is exactly who Sherlock needs

4. His and Kitty's relationship is so well developed. Sherlock just out here drinking respect women juice. Except he's not because he always sees them as people and he always respects people for their trials and tribulations

5. Sherlock. Styles. Joan.

6. If Sherlock throws a hissy fit, Joan is absolutely there to show him immediately that he's not a baby to throw a temper tantrum (ep 1 is that u haha)

7. Sherlock's relationships, his reactions, his methodology, his need to be understood pulled back by his inability to be at everyone else's pace... It's all so well balanced

8. Sherlock. Never. Sleeps. With. Joan. This is important because there come a lot of people on one's life that give help more than they take and tether us to humanity but we don't sleep with all of them. I'm glad that they saw the potential of a greater bond beyond sexual relation and acknowledged that Joan Watson is Sherlock's soulmate in a way he never knew he needed. No lust. Just love.

9. Also, Joan Watson is a potential aro queen

#them: how long can you talk about Elementary?#me: yes #elementary cbs #sherlock holmes #joan watson #manu answers #manu is feral tag

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catmanbowser · 11 months

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i LOVE how you draw people smiling, can i request a happy cass or dick? :)

AGH THANK YOU <3

Here have a doodle of the big siblings laughing

#cb answers #catman's art #dick grayson #cassandra cain

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kangofu-cb · 1 year

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Some kind of werewolf thing!? From you?? I am SHOCKED.

I know, it's completely unexpected. No one could ever have predicted such a thing.

Have a snip!

The elevator stops somewhere midway up the tower, the red indicator just a series of dashes that tells Clint they’re between floors.

“The Winter Soldier,” she says, arms crossed and pulled tight across her body.

Clint feels hackles he doesn’t quite have rising. He’s seen the scars from Tasha’s first entanglement with the Soldier, and the new, pink-puckered skin of her shoulder from the second. The growl that escapes him is mostly sub-vocal and isn’t really intended to be made by a human throat.

“Yeah, see I knew you were gonna do that.” She laughs a little. “The Winter Soldier is Bucky Barnes.”

Clints brain grinds to a screeching halt. “Come again?”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Bucky Barnes. Fist of Hydra. Winter Soldier.” She pauses, and Clint thinks it’s mostly for effect. “Werewolf. Probably.”

@midnightwinterhawk since you also asked about this fic!

#cb answers #writer ask #meme #werewolf thing

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sakebytheriver · 2 months

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Hello! I saw you mention you've been writing a large story about Hetty and Trevor. I wondered if you could tell me where to find it? I love them :)

Lol well I have two big fics I've written for Hetty and Trevor and one little interlude one shot

1. Is an explicit canon divergence with a lot of kink so No Minors Allowed, Sweet, Mean, and a Little Bit in Between

2. Is also explicit with a bunch of kink so again No Minors please, but it's and alternate universe modern/no ghosts AU, The Affair

3. Is rated teen and is super short so anyone can read that it's just a little interlude about them after Elias' first visit, Put on a Show

And those are all the fics I've written for Hetty and Trevor, they're all completed and the first two are especially well written if I do say so myself lol 😌 (The Affair is definitely my magnum opus as fics go 😭)

#ignore me #hetty and trevor #hetty woodstone #trevor lefkowitz #ghosts cbs #h money #minors dni #my fanfiction #my fanfic #my writing #answered #ask #foreverglfan

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babybluebex · 11 months

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billy knight breeding kink billy knight breeding kink billy knight breeding kink

anything for you, my dearest <3 hope you enjoy! cw breeding kink (duh), surprisingly sweet yet feral sex with billy

“Alright,” you started suddenly, setting down your book on the coffee table. “Spill it.”

“Huh?” Billy asked, looking startled. “Spill what?”

“You’ve got something on your mind,” you told him. “I don’t know what it is, but you’ve been acting like this all week, and I’m starting to get worried. What’re you thinking about, lovie?”

“M’not thinking about anything,” Billy told you. “Just watching telly.”

“You’re looking at the telly, but you’re not watching it,” you said. “Your gaze is all unfocused, and the subtitles have been behind and you haven’t said anything about it. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m alright, I swear,” Billy told you. “Just… Yeah, just thinking, I guess.”

“What about?” you asked. You moved closer to him, and you set your hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb across his freckled skin. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”

“It’s…” Billy started, and he shook his head. “It’s stupid. It’s really dumb, but I… I was thinking about you.”

“Me?” you said, your eyes growing wide. “What about me? Surely, it’s something good, right?”

“Yes, of course,” Billy said. “It’s nothing but good. Well, maybe you won’t see it that way, but… I was thinking about… Nah, it’s— I can’t tell you, it’s embarrassing.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” you reminded him, and Billy shook his head, his longish hair bouncing. You liked his hair, but you secretly were not a huge fan of how, the longer his hair got, the looser his curls got. At the length it was now, just at his chin, his curls were all but nonexistent, and you missed being able to twirl a springy curl around your finger as you cuddled.

“I want to tell you,” Billy said. “I just can’t… Look at you while I say it.”

“Alright,” you chuckled lightly. You turned away from him, settling your back towards his face, but you reached back and took his fingers in yours, squeezing lightly. “What’s on your mind, darling?”

“I…” Billy started. He cleared his throat, and he mumbled, “I think I want a baby with you.”

Before you could stop yourself, you whipped your head back around to look at Billy. You knew that your face was betraying you, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth agape, and Billy squinted his eyes shut. “See!” he said. “It’s stupid, shouldn’t have—”

“Billy, baby, no,” you told him quickly. “It’s not stupid, honey, it’s not. I just— That was not what I was expecting you to say at all, I’m just… Shocked. A baby? When did you start thinking about this?”

“Just recently,” Billy said. “You remember when we were in the shop a few weeks ago, and that baby kept staring at me?” You could hardly remember the incident, but you nodded all the same. “The baby had brown eyes.”

“Okay…” you started. “Why does that make you think about having a baby with me?”

“I have brown eyes,” Billy said. “It got me thinking about what our baby would have, if they’d have brown eyes like me or… Y’know? And then I thought about you as a mother, holding my baby, kissing his cheeks and adoring him and… And then I started thinking about how you’d look pregnant, and I-I don’t know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that ever since.”

“Oh, Billy,” you said softly. He really had given it a lot of thought, and you frowned as you considered just how long he had been thinking about it without telling you, suffering in silence. “And you’ve thought about this for weeks? Darling.”

“I know, I know,” Billy mumbled. “It’s dumb of me to, like, be fantasizing about having a baby, I can hardly take care of myself, and here I am, wanting a baby. I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I told you it was stupid.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you told him quickly. “It’s okay to have little fantasies and want things, like, there’s a term for wanting a baby; ‘baby fever’, y’know? But fantasizing and actually wanting to try for a baby are different. Which one is it?”

Billy sighed, and he chewed on his thumbnail nervously. “I guess I just want to be close to you,” he said. “I don’t know. Maybe we should just get a cat instead. “

“Billy,” you said. “Tell me, don’t dodge the question. Do you really want to try for a baby?”

Billy hesitated, then slowly nodded, and you rubbed his arm comfortingly. “Well,” you started. “Just because we… Try, doesn’t mean that we have to have a baby. You know what I mean? We can, like, act it out and everything.”

“I don’t want to act it out,” Billy sighed. “I want a baby with you. This isn’t a matter of me just wanting to-to fuck you and fill you up, this is me legitimately waning a family with you and a life, and… I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“Stop saying that,” you told him. “It’s not stupid. You have such a big heart, Bill, my love, and you have so much love to give. I love that you want this, especially with me, but I don’t… I’m not sure I’m ready for a baby. I’m just not sure I’d be a good mother.”

“You’d be an amazing mum,” Billy assured you. “If the way you take care of me is any indication, our baby will always be healthy and loved and reminded to take his meds on time.” That drew a chuckle out of you, and you leaned in and softly kissed Billy’s shoulder. “Can we try? Just try. It’s like you said, just because we try doesn’t mean we actually have a baby.”

You had no doubts about Billy as a father— you knew him to be loving and kind and gentle— but you were still worried. “But there’s—“

“We can figure out everything when there’s actually a baby to worry about,” Billy told you. “You know what I mean? It’s one step at a time.”

“Billy, I love you,” you told him, squeezing his arm. “Are you absolutely sure? Because, y’know, it only takes one time, what if the first time is the time?”

“Then, that’ll be it,” Billy said. “We won’t have to try anymore. I’m sure, my love. I really want a baby with you.”

You sighed, and you nodded. “Alright then,” you said. “We can try for a baby.”

Billy’s face flushed pink, and his eyes went back to the telly as he put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to his body. He smelled good, like his cologne and fresh laundry, and you listened as Billy said, “When do you want to start?”

“We can start now,” you offered, and you laughed as Billy’s eyes bulged out of his head with shock. “Well, you said you wanted to!”

“I do,” Billy said.”I just wasn’t expecting you to be so… Ready! Yeah, let’s get started.”

Billy grinned, and he swooped in and kissed you, his lips soft and warm against yours, and you cupped his cheek with your hand as he deepened the kiss, turning his head and letting his tongue press gently into your mouth. He hummed in satisfaction, and he broke the kiss after a moment as his eyes fluttered open. “I love you,” he whispered, and he put his hands on your hips, pulling at your pants, obviously wanting you closer to him. You threw your leg over his waist and settled yourself to sit atop him, and you leaned down to kiss him again. His scruffy facial hair scratched up your cheeks and chin, but you loved the burn, greedily kissing your boyfriend as if someone was coming to take him from you. But no— Billy was yours, and he was here, and he was tugging at your shirt to pull it up and over your head. You laughed and broke the kiss to help him, and Billy refocused on your chest, moving to kiss your supple skin that peeked above the cups of your bra.

His deft fingers quickly undid the clasp of your bra from behind your back, and you smiled down at him and smoothed down his frizzy hair lovingly as he leaned forward and carefully licked at your nipple, teasing your sensitive skin. You rippled and melted, and your head tilted to glance at the ceiling as you moaned softly. “Billy,” you whispered. “Fuck.”

“You taste so good,” Billy whispered.

“You…” you started, but Billy lathed his tongue across your nipple, and he sealed his lips around your pebbled bud and sucked hard, making you squeal. “Bill!”

“God,” Billy hummed. “Thinking about what you’ll look like when you get all big with my baby. You’ll be glowing every day, so beautiful, and, when we’re out together, everyone will know exactly what we’ve done and what you let me do to you. Would you like that? You want everyone to know?”

“Yes,” you mumbled as Billy switched to your other nipple. His eyes were big and round and wet as he looked up at you, watching your face as he suckled at your tit, and you added, “Want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Good,” Billy said. “I like to hear that. Do you want me to get you pregnant here, or on the bed?”

A bolt of lightning ran through your body and settled all tingly in your cunt, and you whimpered, “Wherever you want.”

“Hey,” Billy said firmly. “Whatever you want. You’re the one who’s going to be carrying the baby and going through everything. Whatever is most comfortable for you is what we’re going to do.”

He was too good to you. You lifted his head to look at you and you kissed him, and Billy keened up into your kiss, moaning softly as you rolled your hips down onto him. He was hard in his sweatpants, pressing up against your core, and you pulled away from his mouth with a soft smack of your lips. “Right here,” you told him. “Might be the last time we get to have really dirty sex for a while.”

“Dirty, eh?” Billy chuckled. “You want me to fuck you dirty, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I just want you,” you told him. “I don’t care how, I just need you, Billy.”

Billy shushed you, kissing you again, and he whispered, “Baby, tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid of it.”

“I…” you started. You knew that Billy wouldn’t judge you for the things you wanted, that wasn’t the problem; the problem came when you had to admit to yourself that there was something that you wanted. You weren’t used to being selfish, and even admitting that you wanted Billy was a step above what you were used to. You took a deep breath and looked Billy deep in his eyes, feeling comforted by the deep browns, and you said, “I want to see you… So, missionary, I guess. And I don’t want you to be gentle and sweet, I want you to really fuck me. Make me feel it for the next few days. Make our neighbors have to bang on the wall to keep us quiet.”

“Mhm,” Billy agreed, his hands skating up your body to grab at your tits. “Anything else, beautiful?”

“No,” you said. “Just that.”

“Perfect,” Billy said. He leaned up and kissed you again, soft and quick, and he pulled away to strip his shirt off, exposing his soft chest and belly to you. You loved Billy’s body, as much as he hated it, and you slid off of his lap to kneel between his legs. Your fingers itched to undo his belt and tug down his pants, and Billy lifted his hips to aid you in undressing him. His cock was already half-hard, laying thick and heavy between his legs, and your mouth watered at the sight.

“Can I…?” you asked, and Billy nodded, cupping the back of your head with his palm. Your mouth fell upon him in an instant, kissing his warm shaft and licking at his heavy balls, and he moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. You took the throbbing head of his cock between your lips and gently sucked, just enough to make Billy’s hips flex, and you took him deeper, wanting more of a reaction.

“Fuck, yeah,” Billy moaned, his hand on the back of your head controlling you as you took him further into your mouth. You only stopped when you felt him touch the softness in the back of your throat, and you fell off of him with a gasp. Before he could even ask if you were alright, you went right back to him, suckling on his head as your hands went to gently massage his balls. Spit coated your lips as you started to bob your head on him, really sucking him down, and the slide of him in your mouth only made you groan and Billy moan. “Good girl, taking me so deep… Fuck me, your mouth is so good.”

Your lips made a popping sound as you pulled off of him, gasping for breath, and you spit down onto his cock as your hand wrapped around him and started to jerk him off quickly. You wanted him fully hard before he got inside you and, so far, it seemed to be working. His cock was hot to the touch, his skin soft over his hardness, and every time your fingers brushed his sensitive head, he groaned and tossed his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, love…” Billy muttered. “Gonna let me in your cunt soon?”

You nodded, licking up the spurts of pre-cum that his cock was leaking, and you started to stand up. Your aching knees protested with a quick pop, and you groaned softly, and Billy, ever the attentive boyfriend, grabbed at your hip and looked at you with wide, worrying eyes. “You alright?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Never better,” you told him. “Fuck me, Billy, please.”

You laid down on the couch next to him, taking down your pants, and your cunt pulsed as Billy situated himself over you, jacking himself off slowly as he greedily watched you open your legs for him. He reached out and gently let his fingers run across your slit, wet and aching for him, and he grunted as he brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked at them. “God, you taste good,” Billy whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you told him, and you grinned as Billy gave you a smile. He was excited, you could tell, and you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. “Put a baby in me, Billy, please.”

“Mmm,” Billy hummed against your lips, and he let out a little chuckle. “I almost told you to wait and let me get a condom, but… Sorta defeats the purpose, huh?”

“Yeah, it would,” you giggled, and you watched as Billy pressed the head of his cock against your winking hole, waiting for him to fill you. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest at the impending pleasure, and your head fell back in ecstasy as Billy slowly rolled his hips forward, filling you carefully. You moaned at the stretch of him, anchoring yourself in his hair, and Billy reached up to grab hard at your hips to control his slow entry. Every inch of him brought the feeling anew, and you whined a little as he filled you completely, his balls touching your ass as he nestled his hips fully against you.

“Look at you,” Billy cooed. “Taking it all, what a fuckin’ sight. You ready?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, already feeling fuzzy, and you moaned softly as Billy pulled his hips back. He rocked forward, filling you again, and you closed your legs around his waist to tug him even deeper, your heels shoving into his ass to urge him deeper. “More, baby, more.”

Billy started to gain speed, pushing and pulling, ebbing and flowing, working his body against yours and pulling every tendril of pleasure from you. You moaned and keened into him, tugging him into sloppy kisses with every thrust, and soon the electricity began to gather in your belly. How the fuck were you so close already? You suppose you had never had any sort of truly sensual sex with Billy before— sure, you had made love before, but nothing like this.

“Fuck, I’m close!” you cried, and Billy’s hand went to your cunt, his fingers finding your clit in an instant and rubbing lightly, just giving you enough sensation to make your thighs tremble.

“Already?” Billy asked. “Even I last longer than that.”

“Shut up,” you huffed out a laugh, and Billy smiled. “I can’t help it that you’re doing everything right.”

“Boosting my ego, are we?” Billy asked. “I love when you get like this.”

“Like what?” you asked. “Praising you and shit?”

“Exactly,” Billy said. “Telling me that you’re enjoying this and that you’re having a good time… It makes me feel good that you feel good.”

“Such a people pleaser,” you told him with a kiss, and Billy’s cock throbbed inside you. He moaned suddenly, as if caught off guard, and his chest flushed red.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I just like when you kiss me.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you told him. “I think it’s cute.”

“Really?” Billy asked. “M’sorry, I just— Sorry, I—”

“I love you,” you told him, and Billy gave you a goofy, lopsided grin.

“I love you too,” he told you. “ Gonna let me get you pregnant? Gonna let me fill you up?”

“Yes, Billy, fuck,” you whimpered. “Fuck me, give me a baby.”

“I’ll give you all the babies you want,” Billy said. His teeth were gnashed together as he fucked you, holding you firmly and keeping you in place, and the couch creaked under you in time with his hard thrusts. “God, I can’t wait until we have this little one running around. What’re you thinking for names?”

“W-Well,” you started, stuttering as his cock nestled straight into your spot inside you, sending sparks flying through your body. “I wanna name them after you. William for a boy, Willa for a girl.”

“Really?” Billy asked, his eyes widening. “You really wanna do that?”

“Of course,” you said. “I love you more than words can say, why wouldn’t I want to honor you?”

“You’re so sweet,” Billy chuckled, pushing inside you and making you gasp softly. “I like the name Rosemary for a girl… And I haven’t ever thought about a boy’s name. I’ve just always imagined having a little girl, if I ever had kids. I’ve never seen myself as a boy dad.”

“I guess we’ll have to see,” you said. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close, a little faster?”

“F’course,” Billy nodded, and he sped up his thrusts, his belly quivering as you tightened around him. Now, every thrust hit that spot inside you, and you whimpered as the electricity grew and grew. Eventually, the sparks and fire boiled over, and you tugged Billy into a kiss as your body betrayed you, shaking and quivering.

“Billy!” you whined, your back arching up into him, and Billy leaned down and licked at your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth again and sucking hard. You gasped, pulling at his hair as you tried to anchor yourself down to earth, and Billy whimpered as his cock flexed.

“M’cumming—” he groaned around your nipple, and you felt him shudder before he came hard, filling you to the brim as he continued to thrust into you, his hips stuttering and faulting as he neared the end of his orgasm. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“God,” you sighed, your heart racing inside your chest. “You’re amazing, Billy, I love you.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Billy whispered. His forehead was dotted with sweat, and you reached up to mop it up with your wrist as you giggled.

“I love you so much,” you told him, and Billy gave you a watery smile. His hips were still moving slowly, fucking his cum deep into you, and you closed your eyes and sighed as overstimulation started to set into your bones and joints. “Alright, I love this, but I’m starting to—”

“Shit, sorry,” Billy said quickly, and he pulled out of you, letting his cum drip from your tired hole.

“No, you’re okay,” you told him quickly. “It was just starting to be a lot.”

“Sorry,” Billy told you. “Thank you for… For this. For being so cool about doing this for me.”

“I want this too,” you told him. “I can’t wait until we have this baby together.”

It wasn’t long before you decided to take a pregnancy test. You and Billy had been hard at work trying to make a baby, and, as soon as your first missed period passed, you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer to know. You went to the shop on the corner and bought one of those plastic tests, and you brought it home. “Billy!” you called, trying to find your boyfriend in the flat, and he quickly popped out of the kitchen. You brandished the box for the test in front of you, and Billy gasped.

“You think so?” he asked. “My little Rosemary?”

“Only one way to find out,” you told him.

The instructions were simple enough, and soon enough, you were sitting on the bathroom counter, waiting the requisite two minutes for the test to confirm whether or not you were pregnant. In two minutes, your whole life was about to change, and you held Billy’s hand tightly. “What if it’s negative?” you asked softly. “What if I can’t get pregnant?”

“Easy,” Billy mumbled. “Just because it’s negative doesn’t mean you can’t get pregnant, it just means it didn’t happen this time. And we don’t even know if it’s negative. What if it’s positive? What if our Rosemary is there right now, just waiting to meet us?”

“I still want to name her Willa,” you said softly, squeezing Billy’s hand. “I’m so nervous, Bill. Can you read it for me?”

“I’m nervous too,” Billy said softly. “Has it been two minutes yet?”

“Not quite,” you said, looking at your phone clock. “Like, thirty more seconds.”

“We can turn the spare room into her nursery,” Billy started to muse, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “Just imagine it, done up all pink with cute little rabbits everywhere. How precious would that be?”

“Pink bunnies are cute,” you said lightly. “But what if it’s a boy?”

“Blue bunnies,” Billy said easily. “Or we can go gender-neutral and do yellow bunnies. I’ve thought about this, lovie. I love you, and whatever this test says, it won’t change that.”

You sighed, looking down and seeing that the two minutes had in fact passed, and you squeezed your eyes shut nervously as you grabbed the plastic test. “Oh, I can’t look,” you groaned. “Billy—”

Carefully, Billy took your hands into his, and you buried your head in his neck as he turned the test over to look at the small window. He was quiet for a long moment, only swallowing thickly, and he finally kissed your head. “Hi there, Rosemary,” he whispered, and you gasped. “It’s your daddy. Can you hear me yet? God, I can’t wait to meet you. I love you.”

“Is it—” you started, and you looked out from Billy’s neck to the test. Two lines. You were pregnant. “Oh my God. Oh my God, Billy!”

“It worked,” Billy smiled. “God, I’m so in love with you.”

“I—” you started, and your happy tears started to fall. “I’m gonna be a mum.”

“And what a mum you’ll be,” Billy said, burying a kiss in your hair. “What an amazing mum our baby’s got.”

#billy knight #billy knight x reader #billy knight x you #cb strike #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #bex answers #jd 🥀

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birdkeeperklink · 1 year

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I know it's technically not a Sherlock/Joan moment but I feel like the way Sherlock storms in and squares up to Mycroft after Watson returns from being kidnapped by Le Milleu - "Give me one reason I shouldn't thrash you" - definitely deserves an honorable mention.

I totally agree with you, nonnie - actually, that moment, Sherlock flipping a table and shoving Mycroft into a wall, and the line "I think she's the person you love most in the world" have all been on my list when brainstorming for these polls, as I feel like they're all important! 👀 They just haven't made the cut, since there's only 10 poll options allowed, but they definitely do deserve honorable mentions, you're right! ❤️

#elementary #elementasquee #cbs elementary #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #joan watson #asks #answered #anonymous

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