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Le Donatella | photo by: Samuele Manzoni

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today in the chronicles of women in motorsport...

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Passion for Fashion Part 3

Danny nervously twirls his thumbs as Dan paces before him, mumbling insults to the Waynes under his breath. They were supposed to go third in the walkway line, as it was supposed to be in alphabetical order, but just as the computation was going to begin, a disaster struck.

Tim Drake-Wayne had been kidnapped. In broad daylight, as the teenage CO-CEO was getting out of his limo, a group of men broke through the crowd, swinging guns around and demanding everyone to get on the ground and give them their valuables.

Of course, there were security who attempted to gain control of the situation, but it seemed that three of their newest hires were traitors and in on the heist. A shoot-out was ensured.

Drake-Wayne had been taken in the chaos, and Bruce Wayne had passed out from worry. He and the rest of his kids were on their way to a hospital- a secret location to deter further kidnappings of the remaining Waynes- and the first runway of the competition was canceled.

Danny hadn't seen anything from the model changing room, but Dan had forgotten his make-up bag in the front entry and had gone back for it while Danny changed. He had been front and center when the whole thing went down.

"Who just lets themselves get taken like that!?" Dan huffs, practically spitting fire. According to the ghost, Tim Drake-Wayne's actions were an act, and the teenager had been able to get away from his kidnappers but didn't.

Dan found his nonaction insulting since it paused his fashion show.

"Um, look around you? Situation awareness." Danny tells him, gesturing to the cage they had been shoved into. While the people had been preoccupied with Tim Drake-Wayne's kidnapping, a second group of men had gone in through the backdoor and taken all the models.

Danny had thought it was the staff moving them until he noticed a few people crying as they were placed into vans. In his defense, most people aren't used to seeing someone armed like he is, so the gun-waving hadn't tipped him off.

Dan had joined him later when he followed the coordinator- another traitor- to the vans, and his counterpart had only gotten upset when they took his make-up bag.

"Please, this is just metal." Dan rolls his eyes, bending the bars and straightening them out again to prove his point. Danny doesn't mention the electric buzz the bars release, as neither is really affected by the shock. It's more of an annoying light show. "Sides, it's not like we're human. Not like them."

He tilts his chin to where other models sob in their cages below. They are all waiting for their new owners to pick them up. At least, that's what Danny was able to gather from the men's taunts. They were taken by human traffickers, who had buyers look at the competition lineup and pick which model they wanted before the actual kidnapping.

Danny and Dan were in such high demand they would be sold at an auction that would take place while the rest of their pals kept the Bats busy. Danny had no idea who the Bats were or why they would save them instead of the police.

"Tell the whole world why don't you?" Danny hisses, twirling his thumbs more " If they found out what we are we could be turned over to this world version of the Guys In White."

"Oh no, I'm shaking in my human boots." Dan rolls his eyes. He resumes his pacing. "If the Waynes had taken this seriously, we could have been seeing the results of the judge's panel already."

"Dan, this is a little more important than your fashion Obsession."

"Excuse you, my Obsession is a medical condition," Dan huffs, sliding down the cage bars, and for a brief second, his hair flickered to white before it settled back into black. A flash of pain crosses his face. "My core is killing me."

Danny winces. "Right, sorry, that was insensitive. How about I steal you some paper and pens so you can design a ball gown?"

"I like that."

Danny turns to the bars, bending them open and closing them behind him. He carefully makes his way across the giant shipping crates, to an office at the top right corner.

They are at the docks, hidden somewhere in a warehouse among many crates that will be shipped out, and Danny is honestly a little offended they have yet to be found. Sure, the kidnappers had driven through the sewers on a strangely built road that led them here, but surely someone would have noticed the apparent fact the van disappeared at a fake dead alley?

Weren't there cameras in almost every corner of the city? Dan had warned Danny about them while doing his Obsession-driven research, and both agreed not to Go Ghost while in public due to them.

Now, they could escape, but Danny wasn't kidding about the Guys in White or whatever their equivalent was here. He would rather know what level of competence they have before he makes any rash moves.

Danny also wants to see his fellow models' buyers, and he would like to have a word with them. His ghost Obsession may not be protection- much to the shock of many- but Danny has always had a moral compass that pointed to protecting others around him.

Dan knew and respected this about him, so his counterpart was willing to sit and wait for the buyers. He's just a little angsty since it disrupted his obsession.

Danny grimly peeks into the office window when he sees the coordinator talking on a phone. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around, so he carefully opens the door and creeps up behind the man.

"-If you ever want to see your son again," The man is saying, smirking. Danny can't see it due to the man facing away from him, but he can hear it in his voice.

On the desk is a laptop that repeats what he said only, the sound sounds robotic and unrecognizable. Is that a voice changer? "I suggest you ask Batman to find your boy before it's too late."

Batman? The man they were supposed to help save his humanity?

Danny knows it's a risk, but this is too much of a chance to pass up. He carefully picks up the office chair and brings it down hard on the disgusting man's head. The coordination lets out a chocked grunt of pain, but he's out like a light when he hits the ground. His phone flies across the floor, and a voice is heard speaking urgently.

Danny ties the man to the bolted-down desk using zip ties- the same ones they had used on him and the rest earlier that day, before picking up the phone.

"Hello? Is this Batman?" Danny asks, jumping slightly when the laptop repeats him in a creepy robotic voice. "Wait hold on, I think I can get rid of this voice thingy."

"...what?" A man asks over the phone, but Danny pays him no mind as he tries to click some boxes.

"Hello, testing one two three," Danny says, wincing when the voice changer makes him sound high and unnaturally squeaky. He sounds like he's trying to audition for Alvin and the Chipmunks. "Hello? Hello? Wait, I think I got it."

"Who are you? Where is Tim?" The man asks, and Danny almost rolls his eyes. He hates it when someone interrupts him while he's working with tech.

"Wait-there it is! Can you hear me alright? Do I sound normal?"

"....I can hear you."

"Awesome! Are you Batman, and if so, have you considered the importance of mental health activities? Like hugging your kids once a day? That really boosts your serotonin and dopamine levels." Danny asks, attempting to channel Jazz as much as he can. There is muffled sound across the phone line, like someone is attempting to smother a laugh.

"No, this is Bruce Wayne." Mr. Wayne says after a moment pause, "You have my son?"

"Oh," Danny tries not to sound as disappointed as he feels, but he may have failed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne I don't think your son is here. I think they were using him to distract you and the police of the missing models."

There is a strange lake of sound on the other line before Mr. Wayne responds. "Can you tell me who I am speaking to?"

"Danny Fenton. I was one of the models that was taken." Danny says, then he realizes the cops must be listening in because that always happens in movies; he lowers his voice and tries to sound in shock. "I think we're in a warehouse? I'm not sure, but I was in a cage when I woke up. They said they're going to sell us. I escaped, but there were guards everywhere, so I tried hiding in the office and heard the man you were speaking to come in. I hit him with a chair."

"Mr.Fenton," A new man says suddenly, "I know this is a terrifying situation, and I-"

"Are you Batman?"

"....No, son, I'm Commissioner Gordon"

"Oh."

"Do you want to speak to Batman?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask why?"

"I need to tell him to hug his kids."

Danny waits a few seconds for a response, but he hears nothing, not even the wind. They must have muted themselves. He leans on the desk, mindful to give the kidnapper a solid kick to make sure he's still out, and glancing over to the window to make sure there aren't any guards coming his way.

"Mr. Fenton, did they give you anything strange?" Commissioner Gordon asks

Danny thinks for a moment before humming. "They gave all of us something in a needle. I don't know what it was, but it felt funny. My brother has been acting weird since he got it."

"Okay, you're doing good. " Commissioner Gordon sounds like he is frowning but the words cause something in Danny's core to pur."Okay, son, everything is going to be alright. I need you to do something for me. Every Gotham warehouse has a serial number; you can find it in the main office on the power box. Do you see the box?"

Danny glances around until he sees the small little green box. He hurries over to it, throwing the door open. "I found it."

"Good. Can you read me the number?"

Danny reads them off as quickly as he can. Once all ten digits are within the police's hands he asks again. "Do you know if Batman partakes in his kid's interests?"

"I can ask him for you."

"Would you? That would be great. It's important to let people know you care about them by showing an interest in what they are passionate about. My brother Dan really likes making clothes, and even though I don't think I can model, I do it for him, you know?"

"You're a good brother."

"Thank you.....I'm tired Mr. Gordon." Danny says suddenly eyelids becoming heavy. He slides down the wall a lot like Dan did before.

"I'm sorry to hear that but I need you to keep talking to me, Mr. Fenton."

"Batman should tell his kids he loves them. His love language may be an act of service, but Nightwings' is words of affirmation. Nightwing needs to be told he's loved."

"Mr. Fenton! Stay awake for me! Mr.Fenton!" Danny hears someone yelling, but his core is purring even more now, and the sound is luring him to sleep. Suddenly he thinks of his counterpart in the cage waiting for his paper and pen.

"I have to go. I promised Dan I would get him some stuff so he could design some clothes. Bye-Bye."

"No! Don't hang up-!"

Danny drops the cell phone after pressing the end call button and ignores it when it rings again. He hurries over to the desk, looking for paper, but finds the table lacking. Thankfully, an open suitcase has sheets that he borrowed and a few pens.

He takes them all and runs back over the crates to where Dan is. Once he arrives, he notices many models are no longer distressed. All of them are smiling with a dazed look, and a few are even giggling. He waves at a few as he hurries back to his cage.

Dan is there, muttering under his breath and twisting his fingers in the air as if he were drawing in the sky. Danny bends the bars and holds up his prize. "I got the stuff!"

"Thank the ancients! I was never going to finish Mr. Hot scales suit without it!" Dan cheers, turning one of the sheets over to a clean side. He throws his whole body on the ground, using the smooth surface to start his ball gown.

Danny watches him for a moment before his purring core is too much. Dan reaches out to grip his leg, enclosing it in his warm palm and that's all Danny needs before he's fast asleep.

Dan continues to draw for a few more minutes before he, too, is overcome with sleep. Neither notices Red Hood or Robin bursting into the warehouse, guns and swords blazing, just as the buyers arrive. They or any of the models are unaware of the smackdown that happens until everyone involved with the scheme is behind bars.

Robin finds their cage, stepping through the bent bars and pausing at the sheets of paper scattered across the slumbering teenagers. He flips one incredibly designed ballgown only to have his eyes widen at what's written down.

"Robin to Batman," he says, staring at the paper and pressing his communicator. "I have a complete list of everyone who was buying today and past buyers. We can dismantle an entire ring with this."

"Good work, Robin."

"It wasn't I who found it. It was the Fentons."

".....Are they hurt?"

"Drugged but otherwise unharmed."

"Good."

There is a pause before Nightwing speaks up "Tell me you love me B."

"No"

Danny Fenton's eyes briefly open to stare into a surprised Robin's eyes. "Tell him Batman his humanity is at risk. Says the Ghost King."

"They gave him the good shit," Spolior laughs, having heard Fenton through the coms.

Elsewhere, Tim Drake-Wayne stares at Killer Croc aka Waylon Jones who is replaying the video of Dan Fenton catcalling Waylon from his cage right after the fashion designer was dosed with high levels of morphine.

"Hey Papi, why don't you come up here and let me dress you up in the proper wrapping for a walking gift like you?"

"Hey...hey are you from the EverBurning tribe? Cause those are the hotest legs and tail I have ever seen!"

"Mr.Hot Scales, I promise Danny is the only ally of FarFrozen. I'm team EverBurning all the way! Kiss me!"

"What the actual fuck?" Tim asks, and Waylon nods.

"I have no idea, kid. The first time any of my merchandise flirts with me."

[pettyprocrastination]

The Revenant Wife

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of grief and death. 

Summary: Ellie knows very little of Joel and even less of the wife he had before the outbreak. When she finally meets you, its just as much as shock to her as it is to your husband. 

Word count: 1.6k

Note: ficlet is based off of this previous post about Joel getting separated from his wife during the outbreak and assuming you died until you find one another years later. Reader is described to look like Sarah. Title came from the ever lovely @djarin-junk​ <3

Tagging those I think would enjoy: @pedrostories​ @thesadvampire​ @joel-mlller @softanon​ @max--phillips​ @captainsamwlsn​ @hooplahoopla​ @moondirti​ 

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Ellie didn’t know that Joel had a wife. 

Granted, she didn’t know much about his old life at all. 

She knew he built things. That he had a brother named Tommy and a daughter named Sarah, but didn’t like to talk about the latter that much. In one fleeting conversation, full of mumbles as her eyes began to close while they rested under the night sky she heard him mention you but was far too gone to truly hear what he said. Nothing more than the vague rumble of his voice saying “my wife” before her eyes opened once more. 

“You’re married?”

She asks with such incredulous shock it sounds more like “somebody married you?” but girls at her age hardly ever have filters. 

“I was.” 

There’s the same bristle in his throat and far off look in his eyes as when she first asked about his daughter. An open answer but one that carries enough unsaid to tell Ellie of your fate. To warn her that she should change the subject or simply shut her mouth and go to sleep before plucking his raw nerve one too many times until he snaps- 

“What was she like?” 

But Joel learned early on that Ellie wasn’t one to follow warnings. 

“Kind.” His breath stutters. “But not a pushover- she didn’t take shit from anybody.” He stares up at the sky, feeling his chest grow tight and fingers twitch by his side until there’s a rustling, the girl next to him rolling over to face him and he turns to find Ellie peeking out from her sleeping bag with a smile. 

Damn this girl. 

“Not even from you?” 

Joel scoffs. “Especially from me. The amount of times she gave me and Tommy and earful-” he shakes his head, Ellie watches a smile grow on his face in silence, as if worried she may frighten it away. 

“Did she cook?” 

Ellie thinks of the stories the older kids would tell her. The ones who remembered life before the Outbreak, who told her of freshly baked pies on weekend and fluffy pancakes in the morning. 

Joel remembers the first time you tried to bake him a cake for his birthday back when he was sixteen. How he opened the door to your forlorn face and a store bought sheet cake in your hands because as your mother told him over the phone, you damn near burned the whole house down trying to bake for him as a surprise. 

“From time to time.” 

There was only so much she could get out of him before his voice became clipped and eyes full of an emotion she didn’t quite know the name of that he told her to get some rest. Leaving her with nothing to do but to stare at the sky and wonder about these stories in the shape of a woman who unveiled a little bit more about the mysterious man she traveled with. 

Of all the silence and secrets that made up the man that protected her, she created stories to fill them. Stories of Joel Miller, husband, father, brother and badass contractor that everybody loved.   Of his soldier brother, of his wife and their smiling daughter between them both. 

In Ellie’s mind, you didn’t work. 

But not in a ditzy lame way like some boring housewife. But just because you didn’t have to. 

Joel said that everybody loved contractors so that means he probably got paid like, a ton of money to build stuff for people so you got to stay at home all day. Ellie imagined your house to be ginormous. Maybe Joel made it himself for you when you guys first got married. It was big enough that when Joel came home everyday he’d call out your name and it’d echo through  the hall as you called him into the kitchen, where your daughter sat reading as you set dinner on the table. Sometimes you’d get upset if he came home late but then he’d kiss your cheek and you would roll your eyes but smile before you all sat down and ate as a family. 

Ellie imagines Joel’s daughter, she wonders if Sarah looks more like her mother than her father. 

Ellie wonders as the sleep takes over her body, if they could have been friends. 

When it happens, months later after she’s come to think of Joel as something akin to family and he thinks of her as something he can’t say out loud just yet, she’s shocked. She’s face to face with a woman holding her at gunpoint that looks nothing like the smiling mother she dreamt of during cold nights. 

You don’t match the stories Ellie made up in your head.

You’re mean. 

No. Mean isn’t the right word. 

Cold. Yes. you're very cold. 

Ellie watches in shock as you ask where they're headed, gun focused on the center of her chest while the two boys at your side point their own at Joel, who has yet to speak. 

She waits for him to answer, but he just stares at you in awe. The same man she’s seen kill and threaten to keep her safe day in and day out is rendered speechless until all he can do is utter your name and she realizes that he knows you. More than that, judging by the way he surrenders his gun to you with no fight, something she had never seen him do. 

You lift your head to look at him, the brim of your hat raises just enough to clear the shadow cast over your face and Ellie can finally see your eyes and the snarl on your face. 

You’re also very pretty.

“I won’t ask again.” 

The two boys standing on either side of you have your eyes. Same color and intensity, narrowed into slits like guard dogs waiting for an order and Ellie sees the way Joel stares at them. 

She wonders if Sarah had brothers. 

“Out west.” He manages. “Takin’ her to her family.” 

Your eyes move to her and she holds her hands higher in the air. 

“That true?” “What?” 

“Is he telling the truth?” 

The taller one, Duke, she had heard you call him, had already ripped the bag from her back and emptied its contents onto the ground, she had nothing else to hide from you. 

But then she sees something in your eyes. A concern for her that she hadn’t seen since Tess or Marlene. 

And she understands. 

“He’s telling the truth.” Ellie forces out. 

You watch her for a moment and there’s a moment of panic where she thinks you can see right through her lie. 

But then you lower your gun and jerk your head over your shoulder. 

“C’mon.” is all you say before you begin to walk away. The boys gawk at you for a moment before you give them a look of warning and they follow in your step, occasionally casting glances behind them at Joel and Ellie who follow suit. 

She’s quick to grab onto the sleeve of Joel’s jacket and pull with a harsh whisper as the other’s march forward. 

“You know this psycho?” 

Joel flinches at her voice as it pitches up. If any of you heard her, which he gathered you did because Ellie didn’t have an inside voice to save her fucking life, you didn’t care enough to react. 

Ellie whispers his name again. Insistent and angry for answers but he just keeps looking forward. He can’t take his eyes off of you or the boys ahead and it fills her with worry but she doesn’t know why. 

“She’s my wife.”

You lead them to a cottage. Its paint is chipping and the fence is reinforced with wiring around the perimeter but it looks like a home. She can vaguely hear the soft clucking of chickens nearby and there's a flash of fur behind the fence with a pair of pointed ears that duck away just as fast as she saw them. 

Ellie has seen the remnants of homes before the outbreak. The plates still stacked in the sink and the jacket still hung up on the hook. A story telling a family that once lived within its walls and is now nothing more than memories that ghosts along its foundation. 

But this one is real. It’s yours. 

 There is a rickety wooden table in the dining room. Each chair around it seems to have been brought from a different house and is varying shades of faded brown. You kick the leg of one and nod toward it.“Sit, both of you.”

Ellie looks to Joel before sitting. He follows suit, choosing the chair closest to her. 

“I’m gonna get some bandages for that leg-” 

Joel shifts forward. “I don’t need-” 

“I wasn’t fucking asking, Joel.” 

You’re not stronger than Joel, if she had to guess. You both look the same age, but she’s seen his strength, his violence, all done for her safety and knows if it came down to it, you might not win in a fight against him. 

But at your order, he sits back in his chair. 

You turn and set a shoulder on your son’s shoulder. 

At least. She thinks he’s your son. 

Softly spoken words are exchanged while the other keeps his eyes on Joel and his hand on his holster. The boy says something back in insistence, but you tilt your head and he nods. 

“If either of them try moving or taking anything.” You offer them one final look over your shoulder before slipping out of the room. “Shoot them.” 

They listen to your footsteps slowly retreat until there’s nothing but the subtle creak and groan of the wood floor beneath them. Ellie leans forward to look at Joel, setting her hands firmly on the dinner table in announcement. 

“Dude-” The young girl breathes out. “Your wife is a bitch.”

[mistypaggyc]

Kiss me pls

[omgbeautifulboobs2]

[barefooter20]

Twin feet

[neanmoins-que]

heyyy I almost beat ds3 

[estxkios]

can u do a fic where reader is a virgin and she suddenly feels like she really wants bill, and it ends up with a lot of foreplay and just sexually like touching because reader is too scared to start anything, but after the foreplay when they actually like…. yk… bill is so sweet to her while she rides him and she just loves it.

FIRSTS ੈ✩‧₊

2009 bill kaulitz x fem!reader

summary: literally the request

warnings: theres a lot of teasing before anything actually goes down, reader is virgin :3

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you were a virgin. you knew it. your best friend knew it. hell, your boyfriends brother even knew it, but not your boyfriend.

sure, you and bill have had some erotic moments before,

the sweaty make out sessions that consisted of grinding and moaning, which led to bill slowly snaking his large hands under your shirt where he would start to grope at your tits.

but it never went farther than that.

until this time.

your boyfriend was sat on the couch in your apartment, legs splayed out, and his left arm slung over his torso, while his right reached behind his ear where he fidgeted with and outgrown piece of his long black hair.

you were sat next to him, your legs to your chest as you hugged them tightly. you rested your head on his shoulder as he watched the t.v. in front of you.

letting go of the hold you previously had on your legs, you brought your hand to bills arm and started tracing mindless shapes up and down the length of it.

he smiled to himself, keeping his focus on the TV.

you traced a line up his arm and reached his hand, where you brushed your fingertips across his knuckles.

Your stomach turned as you thought of what he could do to you with hands like these.

suddenly, your fingers were scooped up by his.

he held your hand as he asked you, “do you need something, schatzi?”

this made you look straight into his eyes, his brows were pierced together in confusion.

he brushed a piece of your hair back as you contemplated what to say.

“i need you, bill.” you gripped his hand tighter as you said this.

“oh- um.” he looked at your expression to try to find a hint of what way you might need him.

you turned towards him, bringing your hand that wasn’t laced with his dangerously close to his manhood.

gulping back a wince, he immediately understood.

“well, shit - now? i mean- okay.” to say he was caught off guard is an understatement.

you let out a small giggle, letting go of bills hand and hastily grabbing onto his tight shirt, pulling yourself on top of him.

he laid back on the couch and gently grasped the back of your head, pulling you down into a heated kiss.

as his tongue slowly pried your lips open and searched through your mouth hungrily, you rutted into him. this was a new sensation to the both of you, which immediately changed the kiss into something new.

bill tenderly moved his hands along your sides, stopping at your hips to hold him.

you rutted into him again, the tension of your clothed pussy on his sensitive dick made him gasp.

he held your hips down on himself, pulling away from the kiss.

“shit” you breathed out

bill moved his hands below your hips now, brushing the inside of your thighs.

he dipped a finger into your shorts.

“holy shit, you are so wet.”

you moaned at the feeling of his long fingers grazing over your folds.

bill sat the two of you up slightly, taking his hand out of your panties and moving to the waistband of your shorts.

“can i take these off, baby?”

“s-sure.” you hummed out as his fingers hooked around your shorts, sliding them off and discarding them onto the floor

he admired the sight of you sitting on his bulge with your adorable pink panties.

but you were impatient.

now you tugged at his waistband.

he took that hint very fast, lifting you off of him momentarily as he discarded his pants onto the floor along with yours.

the position of your legs changed after he took his pants off, his knee now between your thighs, putting pressure directly where you needed it most.

you jolted forward in surprise at this, your hand shooting to bills chest.

“bill.” you winced out.

unable to keep still any longer, you grinded on his leg. the sight of you doing this was enough to make him cum.

“shit, if you keep d-doing that i’m gonna cum in my pants like a virgin..”

the last word of his sentence rang in your ears.

he still doesn’t know you are a virgin.

youve heard stories from your friends about when they lost their virginity.

how they would tell you it would hurt when it goes in, especially if it was big

and bill was big.

what if you didn’t like it? what if you didn’t know what to do? would bill think you are weird?

this anxiety bubble burst when bill brought his fingers to your sensitive little clit, making you yelp out in surprise.

“bill…” you let out a soft moan, all you could say was his name as he gently rubbed you.

a familiar heat already started to bubble up in your core.

bill rubbed faster.

you grabbed his wrist, making him stop his movements. “wait!”

you hissed at the loss of contact.

bill placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed small circles into your plush skin, his face riddled with concern as he waited for you to explain the abrupt stop in

you sighed, settling yourself down.

“shit baby, are you not ready yet? we can stop now!” his hand reached for the clothes on the floor, he was ready to stop all of this if that’s what you wanted.

you once again, gripped his wrist.

“no, bill.” you hesitated, “i’m a virgin.”

he retracted his hand from the clothes and looked at you empathetically, his pupils dilated.

“are u lying?” he paused, now staring into your eyes intensely searching for an answer.

you thought he was mad at you, but in reality, he just didn’t believe a girl as gorgeous as you could be a virgin.

you shook your head and bit your lip, holding back tears.

you felt stupid. why didn’t you tell him sooner? does he not want to fuck you anymore?

but what bill said next took you by surprise.

“sweet girl..” he brought his hand up to your cheek and stroked it.

he gave you a sad smile and continued, “you should’ve told me. i could’ve made this so much more special for you.”

you smiled at him, tears were now welling up in your eyes from joy instead of sadness.

“make me feel special?” you repeated his words. “bill, you could’ve bent me over the kitchen sink and i would’ve felt special.”

bill bit back a laugh, trying to keep this moment as intimate as possible for you.

he shook his head and smiled. “c’mere baby..” he pulled your body to his chest

with his left hand reached down to take his boxers off with his right.

you put your head on his shoulder, swallowing nervously as his hard-on sprung out, hitting your clothed pussy. the anxiety of his size almost started rushing through your head again until bill started to speak,

“it’s okay, schatz.” his large hand hooked around your panties and held them to the side, exposing your entrance. “just look me in my eyes, alright?”

you lifted your head off of his shoulder and did as he said.

“tell me when you are ready, baby.”

you nodded as you stared into his beautiful brown eyes, his makeup slightly smudged from wearing it all day.

he rubbed your back, making it arch slightly.

“i’m..” you inhaled.

“i’m ready.”

bill positioned his tip at the outside of your entrance, barely pushing it in.

you broke eye contact with him and put your head back into the crook of his neck, you didn’t want him to see your face all twisted in pleasure just yet.

“you alright baby? can i keep going?” bill took an impatient breath in, looking down at the gap between the two of you, your flushed bodies, your wet pussy dripping around his tip.

he could cum at the scene, he wanted to pound into you and fuck you till you were screaming his name.

but he couldn’t wait, but he would. for you.

you finally whined out some words, “need more, billy. keep going.”

that was all bill needed to hear before he slowly slid his length completely into you.

you saw stars as you tried to take in every moment of his foreign feeling.

you were a moaning mess.

it hurt so good.

the pressure that you felt in your stomach was immense. he was was big, but at the same time, the adrenaline and ecstasy you felt was overshadowing the pain of being stretched out like this.

“you are doing s-s’good baby..” bill groaned. “s’tight for me..”

you shifted your position on his cock, making yourself more comfortable.

you let out a moan as you started to rut your hips into him.

bill moaned, not expecting you to be this eager.

you wrapped your arms around his torso as you rocked back and forth, slowly lifting yourself every so often.

“fuck..” your hips faltered.

“l-let me help you baby.” bill slowed your movements by grabbing your waist.

he slowly lifted you up and down on his dripping cock.

you bit his shoulder while holding back a yelp.

“fuckfuckfuck- please!” you cry out, you remove your hands from his back and shift your position, placing them on his chest.

“please what, baby?” he stopped his movements, making you clench around him. his hips jerked each time you did this.

“i need more, please bill ineedyoutofuckmesogood!!” you sputtered out.

“that’s better.” he smiled at your patheticness. you were so vulnerable and he loved it.

he started his movements again, moving your body up at a slow, deep pace.

“takin’ me s’well baby.. shit.”

your hands pressed down on his chest as a pit of lust builds up in your abdomen.

the new rush of excitement makes you clench each time bill hits this new, yet perfect spot.

bill moaned under you, “keep doing that baby- oh yeah”

his brows pierced together, and his jaw dropped.

you grabbed bills hands which were once guiding you and pinned them to his chest, slamming yourself down on his cock all by yourself.

bill freed one of his hands from your grip and started to sloppily rub your clit.

“fuck- shit!” you cried out, “bill, i’m gonna cum!”

bill swallows and nods, absolutely lost in the pleasure of your tight virgin pussy, putting nothing but immense but pleasurable pressure on his hard cock.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum too baby want me to cum inside or-“

he felt your hips shake.

he heard the pornographic moan you let out.

he watched as your beautiful pussy clenched around him.

and the finally came inside you, he too letting out a more-than-pornographic moan.

“holyfuckingshitbill!” you cried as you rode out your high on him.

both your cum and his mixed, spilling out of your hole and onto bills abdomen.

both of your breathing slowed down, and you just sat on his cock.

he brought one of his fingers down to your pussy and dipped it into your folds.

he then put it in your mouth.

you sucked and moaned in pleasure as he smiled at you in awe.

“we need to this more often, huh?”

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It’s always funny to me when people make posts about how x mxtx protag being around hot men would have led to their sexual awakening sooner, with the implication that the protags are just… not constantly surrounded hot men. Like, they’re all surrounded by hot men! And take no interest in any of them! Because they’re not attracted to “hot men;” they’re attracted to their future husbands!!!