The Odyssey Nolan

Once again, I'm back on my bullshit ehehe :D

You already know I loved the movie the first time I saw it, and  I was toying with the idea of sharing my thoughts about Nolan and what I call his war trilogy. 

I'm not an expert on Nolanology. Still, after watching most of his work and listening to plenty of his interviews, I can safely say that I know his affinity for the following themes: the love for his wife (he absolutely loves his wife, more than anything else in the universe, and ALL of his movies reflect on that)  he is terrified of losing her (and subjects his male main characters to either the death of said wife, or the threat of the loss of her); his fascination with Time and the necessity to make non-linear movies, his love for cinema, his relationship with his work (past, present and future) and the need to conceptualize "characters" in the movie so the audience could see them more like concepts rather than characters. 

You can absolutely see these themes play out in The Odyssey (just like you could see them play out in Oppenheimer), but this is not what I am going to talk about here. 

While watching The Odyssey, it dawned on me that it was connected to both Oppenheimer and Dunkirk. All 3 are talking about War but through different lenses. 

Dunkirk throws you in the heat of the battlefield, at a time when the nations at war saw the others as enemies and nothing more. The movie doesn't sugarcoat the tragedy that it is: the loss of humanity, the absurdity of it all, the need for survival, and the way humans would do the worst to one another to survive. The movie doesn't glamourize war. It's ugly, it's dirty, it forces you to strip your humanity down to the raw desire for survival. It forces the audience to see beyond the passionate speeches and political tactics... it is humans killing humans. It is a void that swallows everything that makes us human. It is a horror that should not be happening. 

Then came Oppenheimer, and along with the movie, you are thrown out of the battlefield into places where you make decisions and contribute to them. The horror of the movie and the destruction that the atomic bomb brought down on Japan is not truly shown, but suggested. Oppenheimer might not have detonated that bomb himself, but as soon as he created it, it was used with extreme prejudice by the military high ranks. These deaths and those who will follow from the use and development of more powerful bombs (whether nuclear or thermonuclear)  and weapons of mass destruction all rest heavily on the hands of a man who wanted to help and ended up signing the worst Faustian contract one could think of. Ultimately, you start to understand that you only need one idea, one awful idea, to strip humanity of people and to bring about the apocalypse on Earth. 

And now you have the Odyssey, which expands on that idea of responsibility, of one man's idea being responsible for yet another apocalypse. This time it is a myth, a legend, a way for Nolan to enshrine in a movie the idea that the first man who decided to strip the others of their humanity has opened Pandora's Box. Mankind is condemned to repeat the same mistake Odysseus did by denying others their humanity, tricking them into thinking they were treated as equals only to destroy them.  Odysseus is Oppenheimer because he's the engineer of the fall of Troy, but he is also a veteran of the war, one of the soldiers who came back alive to the UK at the end of Dunkirk. A broken man who suffers from War-related PTSD. A man who knows that he can no longer remain among the ashes of Civilization he helped destroy and who goes in exil. This type of man cannot remain among us. Our society can't remain as is: belligerent, dehumanizing, without empathy for people who ultimately are our kin. 

He's extensively taken a very humanist stance over his interviews and denounced the rise of violence, bigotry, and dehumanizing discourse in the UK (and the rest of the world). So it is not too far-fetched, I think, to consider that the man who wovens in his art- the immense love he has for mankind, the fears that cling to his bones, his hopes and dreams and deepest desires; to want the world to be a better place and to ensure we don't repeat the mistakes of the past. 

I'm doing my English teacher again XD I know Nolan isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I had this in my head for many days lol 

Have a lovely day, darlings :) 

Ludwig Göransson appreciation post

I realized that I have liked all of Ludwig Göransson's most recent work, but the works that really got my attention when I listened to them are: Black Panther 1 & 2, Oppenheimer, Sinners, Tenet, and The Odyssey. 

Ludwig, for me, is what I think art is all about. You explore, you experiment, you convey emotions. Your work always makes others question it, feel it. Sometimes it can be instantly loved and sometimes even hated, but some of Ludwig's work grows on me over time.  I did not love or even notice Tenet's soundtrack when I first watched the movie. My understanding and love for it came after I listened to the whole album in one session this summer. I found the musicality in this heavily electro-infused soundtrack. (My least favourite genre). I found a pattern, a conversation, and suddenly I realized that I loved the soundtrack. Oppenheimer's whole album took hold of me after I read an interview where he explained that, per Nolan's request, the soundtrack was to be "felt" rather than listened to. It took me two listening sessions to finally get it. The leitmotif and the conversation happening in the soundtrack. How "Oppenheimer - Can you hear the music- Destroyer of worlds" was a conversation, and the story it was telling. 

Black Panther(1 & 2) and Sinners probably made me fall in love with his creative mind. The research he put into it, the desire for authenticity, connection, transcendence, and community you can feel while listening to the soundtrack. The Odyssey simply confirmed what I thought of Ludwig and cemented him in my heart as one of my favourite composers. He genuinely gives his all in his work, and he never takes it for granted. I think, and I say this as a very big Hans Zimmer fan, that if Ludwig keeps himself on track, he would not reach the "I sometimes parody myself and I have stopped pushing myself further" attitude Zimmer had until Dune popped up. 

Is Ludwig Göransson everyone's cup of tea? Non. And he doesn't have to be, which is the beauty of art. I can only wish he keeps exploring, and perhaps, as a former pianist myself, I hope he would favor this instrument a little more in his next projects :p 

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Nixus: playful game (smut)

 Nixus: playful game (smut)

Marc was eager to go home, perhaps more than usual, because he knew that it was the day they had picked to use the new toy they bought together. The cop could still remember the face he made when they saw the commercial on TV for this new egg vibrator that could be used remotely by the partner via an application.  He instantly glanced at Phoenix, who was very interested in the commercial and was tentatively glancing at him.  She wanted to try it. The idea of relinquishing complete control over her orgasm and pleasure to Marc was exciting to her. They talked about it and bought the toy together. A  blue egg because it was her favourite color. They agreed to use it a maximum of twice a week to keep things interesting and build up anticipation.  He would only use it when she was at home, and only when he wasn't working night shifts. This way he could turn on the egg on his way home and find a very needy and melting phoenix. It worked well for the two of them.  That evening was no exception. The night was young, and all Marc could think about was Phoenix. Her scent, the way her honey hair would wrap around his arms and fingers, the way he wanted to cup her face, her lust-blown face and slight blush. He could feel the stir in his loins as he finally got into his car. He put his seatbelt on, turned on the engine, and grabbed his phone for a quick call. 

Phoenix had been restless since sunset. She was done correcting copies, done doing some quick laundry and clean-up, done keeping herself busy for the day. All that was left was her and her thoughts. Last week had been so busy that the only thing Marc and Phoenix were able to do was sleep together in the same bed when he was not working the night shift. They would cuddle and sleep, content enough with just the presence of the other and no strength left for their libido to express itself. This week, however, started off nice. They had time to reconnect with each other, flirt, and touch each other. They--She had pent-up energy to get rid of, so when her phone buzzed with Marc's ringtone, she did not waste any second and took the call. She was sitting on her couch, feet on the sofa and head leaned back so she could look at the ceiling. This evening, the teacher was comfortable wearing only a black t-shirt and a pair of blue booty-shorts. Her hair was tied in a loose high ponytail. 

"Finally, mon coeur! I wanted to hear your voice all day. Are you coming home?" -longing. Need. Her tone betrayed her growing need to see him. It made the man grin against his phone-

"Yeah. I just wanted to give you some heads up. I'm in the car right now. Are you still wearing the toy like I instructed this morning?"

"Yes, Officer Flynn. It's still in there." -She breathlessly whispered, excitement betrayed by her voice- " I did touch myself, and to be honest, I need to." -She gently swayed her legs, mindlessly spreading and closing them.-

"You won't have to wait for long. I'll start the app and will drive home. Be a good girl and wait for me to come home. Do /not/ touch yourself, no matter how hard you want to. I will do it for you when I'm home, ma'am. Understood?" -She moaned her answer- "Good. See you soon."

He hung up the phone, pressed play on the app, and drove off to their home.  Phoenix felt it, the first vibration inside her. It made her whimper, and she first spread her legs in a weak attempt at feeling the vibration better.  Instinctively, she tried to close her legs and yanked her head back. Expletive curses escaped her lips in an uninterrupted torrent of words. She quickly grabbed the couch; her knuckles turned white as she held tighter and tried to hold back her moans. She knew she would be loud and first tried to keep quiet, so the moment would be hers and hers only, but it quickly proved to be impossible to do. "Fuck..." She groaned, her hips moving on their own, bucking into the air as if she would be met with his body. She rolled her hips, as if she were riding his cock, the vibration proving to be too much for her to handle.  Her toes curled, digging into the couch while her mouth opened, her plump lips allowing her loud moans to escape. "Fuck... Officer Flynn! It's not fair; you make me want to ride your cock, and you're not there." She cursed again, her hips going faster as the toy vibrated faster. 

Her body was no longer hers; her pleasure depended entirely on his whim. Phoenix enjoyed it. To be unable to touch herself, to let him pick the pace and intensity of the app (and he always chose the program that left her guessing. It would start slow (or fast), softly (or hard), and would alternate between the two at an unpredictable pace. She could never anticipate it, never knew what to expect, and ultimately, would always end up a fucking mess. He forbade her to touch herself, so she could not cup and squeeze her breasts, could not play with her nipples that started to harden, nor could she rub her pussy, play with her clit until her body was a wet mess. That added pressure to her, an increased desire for more than just the vibrations inside her. It made her pliable, needier, and restless until he came home. That was what Marc wanted: to drive her to that point where she would throw herself at him as soon as he opened the door. 

After a while, the toy went harder and faster, leaving her with no other choice but to slide her fingers into her mane and hold fistfuls of honey hair. She opened her legs as wide as she could and turned her head to the side, her moans now echoing through the living room.  It felt as if he was pistonning her, and she wished she could hold onto him; she wished she could look into his blue eyes as he pounded into her. She wished he could dirty talk to her, treat her like the needy little slut she was, but he was not there, and she could not touch herself in any way that actually mattered or help. Frustration grew inside her, enmeshed with pleasure as the toy was hitting the right spots, forcing moans out of her chest and turning her on even more. She was so wet that her juices seeped out of her and started to dampen the couch. Her nipples were hard now, as hard as pebbles, thick and gorgeous underneath her top. Her right fingers released her hair and quickly found their way into her mouth. Her index and middle fingers first, quickly joined by the ring finger. That helped. For a moment she could focus on sucking these fingers. 

But it did not take long for her to want more. Her legs shook as an unpredicted orgasm washed over her. Damnit! The toy was so good that it made her cum, She could only cry and watch her juices squirt on her booty shorts and the couch. She could only watch her body jump a bit, and her hips buck against the air. She could only slip off the couch and find herself on the floor.  She managed to set herself straight; one arm lay on the small table while she was sitting on her heels,  legs wide open, her face flustered, her hair disheveled, and her clothes soaked with her juices. She was drooling a little bit on her chin, fingers still in her mouth as she desperately needed to suck on something. "A cock... I need a cock inside me... Fuck...Please, Officer Flynn... I need your cock..."  Her nipples were almost tearing her shirt apart; her pussy was now puffy and wet from her juices, glistening in that devouring need for a cock to stretch it and brush against her sensitive place. The toy had slowed down- not just a pleasant buzz inside her to keep her wet and needy, but it was not what she wanted now. She needed deliverance. She needed...

The door opened to a grinning Marc. He heard her on his way to their (hers) apartment. He found her on the floor, and the light in her eyes was enough to tell him that Phoenix would not wait any longer. She crawled towards him, right as he stepped into the living room and got on her knees. Her hands started to stroke his thighs and quickly found their way to his bulge. He tried to make her slow down, but she was not listening to him. She wanted his cock. When he grabbed her face and forced her to look up at his face, Phoenix stopped trying to set his cock free and simply held onto his pants. She looked so good like that, pitiful, pathetically needy, horny beyond belief, and yet unable to touch herself. He noticed the disheveled hair, the saliva that ran down her chin, her hard nipples, and the wet stain on her boxers.  He could see desperation in her face, determination to get what she wanted as well, which was him, and a little bit of anger too. 

"How dare you forbid me to touch myself? Do you know how feral that makes me, uh?" -Rhetorical. Of course he knew. He wanted her to be like that. Marc chuckled at her cute, angry face. His free hand unfastened his belt.

"I know... But you've been waiting so long; I wanted to reward you a little bit. The toy is still buzzing, right? I won't stop it. I want you to be soaking wet for me, and to feel good while I give you this cock. You'll be a good girl for me, Ms. Rivers? Mmhhh?" -He unzipped his pants, pushed them down, along with his boxers, and finally set his cock free. 

Phoenix's eyes grew wide at the sight of his gorgeous cock. Thick, not fully erect but twitching already. Marc had been thinking of her. He was aroused, and she could tell by the way he drew his breath when she touched him. She could tell by the way his eyes were staring at her. He was hot and bothered, and so was she.  He swatted her hand away from his cock and took it himself, with his left hand while his right one held a fistful of her honey hair and yanked it back, forcing her to look at him. Those blue eyes of hers, full of unrestrained desire, full of the sweet reproach of a needy woman, were staring at him. 

“Stop playing with me.” She warned, her teacher’s voice back in full force. “I don’t have the patience to endure it right now.” 

“Oh yeah? I think you aren’t hungry enough for that cock.” A tease. A grin that had curled up his face.

He knew damn well she had lost the last shred of patience she had. But she played along since there was nothing she could /do/ to make a change. Before  Phoenix could protest, he guided his tip on her face. He laid it against her cheek. Instantly, Nix tried to turn her head to lick his length, but he removed it before she could.  Frustrated, Nix furrowed her brows and pouted. Marc grinned and gently rubbed his tip against her soft cheek. Then moved it over her lips but made sure she could not open her mouth to lick him.  He simply went for the other cheek; he rubbed, marked with his scent and his cock. 

“Marc! Please!” 

“Please, what?”  He teased her again. Rubbing his cock against her lips before lifting it up, and keeping her head yanked back so she couldn’t try to lick his cock.  She started to pant and grunt. “Come on, Ms. Rivers. Use your words.” He spoke authoritatively.  It made her pussy quiver, and she nodded frantically. The teacher moaned and opened her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, her hips still rolled in the air, and her hands held onto his thighs. 

"Please, Officer  Flynn,  give me your  cock.  I will do anything to suck on it, choke on it, inhale it. Please..."

"Is that what you want, Ms. Rivers? Is this the big cock you wanted to suck? Keep that tongue out and don't close your mouth. Understood?" -She nodded and kept her tongue out. Marc then slapped his cock onto her awaiting tongue.  He pushed his cock in her mouth,  then pulled away and repeated it a couple of times before he grunted the order to close her mouth on his cock. - "Come on, close those lips around my cock like the good girl you are. Yes, like that,  I'll feed you more of my cock, and you will take it all." He pushed his cock into her mouth at a slow and steady pace. She took deep breaths and relaxed as his cock slid into her throat.  She looked up at his face, brows knitted up as he finally filled her throat, and her nose brushed against his pelvis. 

(part 3)She relinquished control, trusted Marc enough to be able to handle it, and he could tell by the way her eyes stared at him and her brows knitted that she was right where she wanted to be. Her throat was snug, wet, and warm. It made his cock twitch inside, and Marc growled his pleasure. Fuck that felt good! Phoenix felt so good. It took everything in the cop not to thrust into her and create the friction that would get him hard. It took him everything to just relish in the pleasant warmth of her throat. Only when she started to gargle a bit from growing discomfort did Marc pull away from her mouth, his tip still linked to her tongue by saliva.  Phoenix breathed in what felt like a first breath after such a long time. She was still panting, hands still holding onto his thighs, nails sinking into his taut flesh.  Fuck! Her plump lips, wet from saliva, were so inviting.

"Use my mouth, Officer Flynn... Come on. You were doing so good." -She urged him.-

He released her hair and tugged at her shirt, so she could pull it up and expose her breasts for him. She understood what he wanted without Marc needing to voice his command and pulled her T-shirt up, setting her heavy breasts free from the fabric. Marc groaned and pushed his cock back into he rmouth. This time she was the one trying her best not to simply go and suck him. She waited for his permission instead. Marc was glad that she kept her mouth open, so he could resume pushing his cock in and out of her mouth for a while before finally releasing his cock, grabbing her head, and commanding her to wrap her pretty lips around his cock so he could finally fuck her mouth. She eagerly complied, blue eyes still staring at him while the cop's hips swayed back and forth. He was properly fucking her mouth now, and she was letting him do as he pleased with her. The steady buzz of the toy sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel her juices soak her shorts even more. Sometimes, Marc would allow his right hand to grab her breast and give it a squeeze; sometimes he would pull on her nipple while his hips worked her mouth. 

Her saliva dribbled down her chin as she took the brunt of his thrusts in her face. Her moans were almost seeping out of her lips, the sound muffled by his thick meat sliding in and out of her mouth. She was messy, and happy. He felt her fingers sink deeper into his skin, almost breaking it as pleasure was overwhelming her, and for a moment, Marc wanted nothing more than to selfishly use her mouth until he came inside. It would be so easy, so tempting to do that, but he knew the teacher needed to be fucked, so he stopped as soon as he was rock hard. Marc pulled away from her face, his cock wet from her saliva, some dripping onto the floor, and her lust-blown gaze set up on him. Instinctively, she put her index and middle finger back in her mouth and resumed sucking. 

"Get on all fours, ass up and face down. You've been a good girl, so I think it's time I give you a proper fucking, Ms. Rivers." 

The glee on her face made Marc smile as he watched Phoenix pull her shorts and underwear down her thighs. She then pulled on the string attached to the egg to pull it out and dutifully placed it on the small table in front of the couch. She then turned around and set herself on all fours. Her legs were spread wide, so she could push her ass up and lean her cheek against the floor. Marc licked his bottom lip at the sight of her glorious ass put on display for him. He could see how aroused she was by the look at her puffy pussy, glistening with her juices. Her pretty puffy little pussy that only waited for his cock to come and stretch it. He got on his knees; his hands started to stroke her ass in a caress that was less to admire that ass and more to cup a feel. It was a way for him to touch her, to remind him that it was true and she was his. She was /his/. He grabbed his wet, twitching cock and rubbed his tip up and down her awaiting pussy. 

Marc then pushed it inside her in a slow thrust. She groaned her pleasure and gasped as he bottomed out inside her in that one thrust. She was so wet, so welcoming that it was not a struggle to feed her his whole cock. Phoenix moaned softly and braced herself for the delicious friction between them, but Marc did not move. Surprised at first, the teacher did not move. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she hoped he would start fucking her, but nothing. He did /not/ move. He did not? Confused, the teacher propped herself on her arms and then her hands, lifting her top off the floor. It helped her move her top freely, and she turned her head and upper body to have a good look at him. Her face was filled with disbelief at his inaction.

"Why aren't you moving, Officer Flynn?" - her voice was still soft, still submissive, but he could hear the sound of frustration.

"I wanted to feel you." - A truth. A taunt-

"You have already felt me long enough." -Impatience- "Come on, move." -An order....a plea-

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Ms. Rivers. I am still in charge."

"Fuck..No! You have to move. You have to fuck me." -Frustration was growing, and seeing as he did not move, she could not help but start to push back on him. Marc watched her ass bounce against his pelvis. He watched it ripple and smack his skin in a dry sound. He watched her breasts jiggle from her movement and felt the urge to grab them. Instead, he stood still, still trying to watch her frustration grow even bigger-

"Impatient, are we, Ms. Rivers?"

"Fuck you, Officer Flynn." -She said with a bite in her voice. Her angry, scrunched-up face was so cute in a moment like this that Marc couldn't help but chuckle at her. The friction she was desperate to recreate felt good, and it was becoming harder for Marc not to join her. "Fuck you for putting it in and not moving when you know I need you to fuck me!"

She groaned, furrowed her brows, and pushed harder. She had taken a hard and steady pace, bouncing her ass back onto his cock with force as if she wanted to punish him. God, she was hot! She felt so good wrapped around his cock like that. Marc was fighting his own urges, amused at how she was fucking him with anger and frustration. He loved her eyes, the intense gaze she had on, the way she was biting at her bottom lip while she was trying to fuck him hard. Her mouth cursed, shamelessly so, as she spoke like she was his teacher berating him for a bad grade. 

"You say that, but look at you right now. mmhh Fucking me hard all by yourself." -His voice was less strict, a little bit more bratty as he was now talking to her like he was her student. Somehow, when she was talking in her teacher's voice, it turned him on even more. When she was impatient like that, speaking with such authority, he loved it even more.

(part 4) "Aahhhh... You're a lazy boy! You know damn well I want you to fuck me hard. I wa...Haannnn... I want...Haan.. I want to be filled by your cock. Deeper! haaan... Harder!!!  But you won't give it to me. You naughty boy! So... So... Naughty! I need to... Teach you a lesson!" 

She groaned and tried to go faster. She bounced on him as hard as she could. Her moans filled the air, and she kept looking at him, her gaze going from angry to desperate. He still did not move, and she was growing even more frustrated by his inaction. He did not even touch her. He did not hold her waist or grab her ass or any other part of her body for that matter, and it was so frustrating she was on the verge of crying. He could not watch it go on any longer, especially not when she was frustrated to the point that her face was red, her eyes were welling up. Pleasure was on the verge of genuine distress, and he did not want her to feel as if he didn't want her. So he gave her a hard slap on her ass.

Now, now... that's a very wild accusation against me, Ms. Rivers. I want to give it to you. I just wanted to see for myself just how bad you wanted it. Now that I have seen it, there is no more reason for me to keep you waiting. I do like how you beg, so how about you beg me for that cock? Speak, Ms. Rivers. Use your words and beg for that cock like I know you can."

"Mmmhhhhh Yeah... Please... Officer Flynn... I beg of you to keep fucking me. I need... I need that cop's big cock to fill me up good. Please! I need... aahh... I need that officer's cock deep into that little pussy. Please.. Haan... Been wanting it for days... Been needing it for fucking days. Please. I need you to pound that shit, pound it. Pound it until it's a fucking mess. I need... I need... I need you. I need you, please... Please fuck me like the slut I am, Officer Flynn! Fuck me like the slutty little freak I am. Haaaan, always needing your cock inside me, always needing something in my mouth, I could not wait for you to undress; I was already on my knees waiting for you to give me your cock. Haan... Aaaahhh! Yes!!!!" 

He pulled away while she was talking and slammed right back into her when she was not even done talking. He could not wait any longer. He had to have her. Phoenix dropped her head a little bit. She shut her eyes and moaned louder as Marc went hard on her. He didn't even give her time to adjust, and with a hand on her waist to help guide her body, the cop pulled her onto his cock while he pushed forward. He set up a brutal and fast pace and watched her body jiggle, Phoenix barely holding it together as he was finally giving her what she so desperately wanted. Her moans were loud. They reverberated against the walls of the living room as he pistonned into her

Is that what you wanted?  uh? Is this that big cock you wanted, Ms. Rivers? You're so fucking wet, so tight around me. You like that big cock, uh? You like when I take you deep like that, uh?" She moaned louder, her voice now a little strained because she did not stop moaning.  " Yeah? You're so naughty, Ms. Rivers, so needy! You practically threw yourself at me to suck my cock. You like sucking cocks, uh? You like keeping your mouth busy and full, mmhh? My god, your pussy feels so good. Come here."

He thrusted hard into her and bottomed out inside her pussy. She gasped as he pulled her back. He sat on his heels and made her lean against his chest. His left hand grabbed her breast, and he planted several kisses on her neck, her cheek, her nose. He gently whispered to her, in a softer voice, "Let me kiss you." She moaned and nodded softly. He pressed his lips to hers, enjoying her delicious taste, the one he could not get tired of. He licked her lips, and she opened her mouth to deepen their kiss. Her hips moved up and down at a slower pace.  Her right hand moved to her pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, and her other hand moved up and behind her head so she could slide her fingers into his head and stroke his head. 

"That's right. That's right. Haaan... Haaan, I love your cock. I love your fucking cock. It's so deep inside me.... Officer Flynn! You feel so good. I am so full of your cock, so full... I love it! I love it! I love fucking you like th---Shit! Shit! fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck my tight little pussy... Fuck your slutty teacher, like that... haaan... Shit... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum again... I'm gonna cum on your big cock."

"Yeah? Yeah? Go ahead! Cum on my fucking cock... Cum on that big cock that drives you crazy. Uh? The one you cried for. Mmhh? Come on, do it for me, gorgeous. Cum for me." -He cupped her other breast and started to knead both with a firm grip.-

His hands felt so good on her; his fingers expertly pulled on her nipples, his tongue played with hers, and he groaned between their lips as she went faster on him. She went harder, faster, and while riding him, she finally reached her peak. She did not stop jumping on him but slowed down. Her fingers stopped rubbing her clit, and she stopped kissing him and fed him her fingers. Marc eagerly sucked on them while he picked up the pace. He needed his release. He needed to cum inside her and selfishly fucked her harder.  He was still sucking her fingers, but both his hands were now holding her waist. He watched her body bounce on him, her curves jiggling all over the place. 

She was so beautiful. So damn beautiful that he did not know what luck brought them together. He did not know what he did to deserve her, but he would be damned if he did not enjoy her and appreciate the moment spent with her.  She removed her fingers from his mouth and put both hands on his thighs to keep her balance while he went harder on her. He came after a while, shooting rope after rope of his white seed inside her snug little womb. He came out in a loud groan and a curse. His head went hot white as the only thing he wanted was to lose himself into her. He wanted to lose himself to the moment. She moaned with him, enjoying his pleasure and still riding hers. She was right where she wanted to be. Right with who she wanted to be with.  She gasped and dropped her head. He planted several kisses on her shoulder and the back of her neck. 

"I love you." -She whispered with a warm voice-

"I love you too." -He said in the softest voice he could muster-

You can't love me more than I do. I love you to the moon and back." -She grinned and twisted a bit her chest to be able to look at him. "I love you more than life itself." -She scrunched up her face in her famous smile and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"How can I compete with that?" -He chuckled and kissed her back. He smiled at her cuteness and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into a hug. His chin rested against her shoulder, and he closed his eyes. "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah... I'm not done yet, but I need a short break. Do you want to drink something?"

"Yeah, water, but for now I want to keep holding you for a moment." 

She positively hummed, and they stayed in a gentle embrace together. She was happy right there. So happy with Marc in ways she could not express. But she was.  They were. 

-TBC-

GOT smut; A tease of a princess

"You liked torturing me today, Princess?" - Jaime's raspy voice sent shivers down her spine as he whispered in Baahal's ear.-

Westeros' rules about Betrothal and chastity were well-known to Jaime Lannister. He was raised on these rules and knew what to do or say when the situation arose. He was used to suppressing his true thoughts and emotions from public scrutiny so they would not stain his family's reputation. Tywin Lannister personally trained his children and made sure that none of them would become the laughing stock of the Seven Kingdoms like his father was. So Jaime knew to keep his distance with the Princess when they were in public. He knew to ignore the not-so-subtle tease she sent his way or even feigned to ignore the innuendos she threw his way when they were talking in public. In itself, resisting the Princess was a holy mission that could have given him sainthood, given how stubborn and relentless she was with him. 

How was he supposed to keep his composure when the princess with devastating beauty was dressed in see-through fabric that exposed yet covered her sinful curves? How was he supposed to keep his composure when she wore dresses that exposed her soft back, her smooth legs, or any other part of her body he wanted to kiss and worship? How was he supposed to keep his composure when she whispered in his ear how naughty she was earlier that day? She would tell him with great detail how useless her fingers were that day. How tight and wet her pussy felt around her fingers and how she needed something bigger to stretch her out and fill her up. How could he fucking resist the Princess when she was hot and bothered and only he knew of it? Baahal would positively burn him with her incandescent amethyst gaze. She would look at him with a hunger he had rarely experienced. A hunger for /him/. A hunger that many men would kill for. 

"I would have gone even further if you did not excuse us from our guests." -She whispered, slender hands cupping his square and mature face.-

Baahal was so young, so impossibly beautiful, and his! She was his. Her fuck-me eyes were only for him; her raspy voice, heavy breathing, and slight fever were all for him. She could hide it well from others who were not familiar with the young woman, but Jaime was. He knew what her gasps meant, the sound of her moans that were barely audible when she tried to muffle them. He knew the way she would run her fingers over the back of her neck and nonchalantly rest it there while her chest heaved up and down, as if she wanted to be touched.  Perhaps the most obvious behaviour that betrayed her arousal was her rolling her hips on her seat, effectively pressing her sensitive mound against it.  His princess needed attention, and that night was no different from the others when she was in heat. 

Baahal danced. A sure sign that she was uninhibited that night. She would dance not like a princess who memorized steps but like a courtesan. She wanted to seduce Jaime. She wanted to entice him, so she danced with this intent. He watched, with his trained, detached facial expression, while his heart was pounding deep against his ribcage. She could not sit still once her dance was over. She had to sway her hips, bite back moans, twirl her hair, and run her hand over her neck. She had to hold eye contact with Jaime and smile mischievously. What a firecracker! he felt his cock twitch more than once just by watching her. He caught himself staring way too intently, his emerald eyes alight like two twin fires. He caught himself licking his bottom lip and prayed the gods she would not taunt him any further. 

"You would have pushed me to the edge. I would have ended fucking you right there and then. What a shameless little thing you are, Princess." -He cooed while his good hand frantically searched under her dress and found the dripping heat between her legs. Jaime felt her sticky juices coat his fingers as he started to rub her folds.-

That night, after being so far away from her knight, the Princess mingled with the guests. She joined conversations, hopping from one table to another to greet those invited by the crown. Her goal was to get closer to Jaime, and soon enough, after agonizingly long minutes, she was finally there. The knight had to bite his inner cheek just to make sure he wasn't dreaming or dead. Baahal was so beautiful with her little see-through dress and silver jewels. She looked like a goddess who descended on Earth. An impossible beauty with curves he had not seen among princesses and queens. Perhaps it was the customs, perhaps they simply minded what they ate, but Jaime had never seen curves like Baahal's among the noble families. The young woman had generous curves that were fighting to be contained in her dress. Curves he was lucky enough to see in their full glory, jiggling all over the place when he was fucking her. Curves he wanted to touch again, lick, bite even...

She came to him with a soft grin and eyes that promised a torrid night by her side when the guests were gone. She was talking to the knight next to her, Golden Lion, all the while exposing her neck and running her hand over her delicate skin. He caught it: the uneven breathing, hot and labored,  the wet and intense purple eyes she set upon him through furtive glances. And then she finally tiptoed just so her sugary lips could talk to him. He could feel goosebumps cover his arms and neck as she whispered to his ear. The delicious scent of roses filled his nostrils and titillated the knight, hard enough for him to want to take her. There was something about Baahal, something he could not pinpoint exactly, that made him go feral with her. She looked innocent (and was not when it came to the skin business, yet she was still discovering life with eyes full of wonder sometimes); she had the most kissable lips of the whole Seven Kingdoms, lips he wanted to possess but could not because of the rules. She had expressive big purple eyes that never failed to capture his attention. And she was crass! And she was not prim and proper like princesses ought to be.

# I am sure you saw me touch myself all night long. If I could, I would have lifted my dress and rubbed my little cunt for all to see, especially you.# Jaime did not reply; he simply swallowed a hard lump. It prompted her to continue #I wanted your fingers tonight. I wanted my Golden Lion to work on opening me up for his cock, with his strong and big fingers reaching deep inside me. I wanted him to feel how warm and wet I am tonight. To see for himself just how needy this little princess cunt is for him. Do you think he would like it? mmhh?# 

#Yes, Princess. He would.# Was all Jaime allowed himself to say. He watched her smile and then bite her bottom lip with her perfect pearly teeth. He watched her wrap her arms around his bigger one and keep whispering to his ear.  Seven Hells!

#Do you think he would have liked sucking on my breast while squeezing the other?  I wanted to ride him, to feel his strong arm wrap around my waist while his good hand would play with my tits. I wanted to feel his cock twitch because it felt my cunt squeeze tighter. I wanted him to take me, after I teased him all night long and after I rode him slowly. I wanted him to pound into me, to feel his hips move up and bury his cock deep inside. Do you think he would have liked it, my Golden Lion?#

She felt him tense at her words; his body temperature rose as he wanted to give anything he had to just do as she wanted. What a vixen, what a naughty and crass princess. She knew exactly what she was doing and still kept going. She knew exactly...  he swallowed a lump and tried to focus on the guest who was talking to him, but Baahal was having none of it. She was acting like a brat, refusing to let him focus on his duties as a knight, and it was working. 

"We don't have much time, Princess. The party is not over, and you still have to entertain guests." -He kissed her, or rather, returned all the quick kisses she was giving him, his hand steady, still rubbing her puffy lips in circular motions.-

"Then do your knightly duty, my betrothed. I need to cum, and only you can help me with that."

"Oh, so you're using me?" He said, bemused. She shook her head, hands holding onto his shirt. She then nodded.-

"Yes. Please. I beg of you. If you don't help me, everyone would know that your Firecracker is horny, and they would want to have a piece of me. In my state of mind, it's very dangerous." She reasoned. 

It sent a jolt up his brain. Jaime let out a possessive grunt and slowly knelt on the floor. No one was allowed to see Baahal this vulnerable because he knew they would try to take advantage of her. They would try to fuck his princess whether she was conscious of it happening or not. He saw them all with their predatory stares, the unmistakable musk they exuded from watching her dance. He saw them lick their lips, adjust their pants, and the worst of them wanted nothing more than to get her drunk so they could take advantage of her, while the rest of them wanted Baahal to realize that Jaime Lannister could not satisfy her like they could, so she would change her mind. 

So the knight used his maimed arm to help her leg up so it could rest on his shoulder. The princess blushed and bunched up her dress and pressed it against the apron of her belly to give her knight more access to her willing and waiting cunt.  His tongue lapped up the soft and wet folds, and Jaime moaned at how good that felt. He didn't waste any second and kept licking the Princess's sweet cunt with his hungry tongue.  She barely held herself together and used her free hand to hold onto the balcony so she wouldn't fall apart.  Jaime secured her leg with his maimed arm, preventing her from ever closing it and hiding her soft peach from him. He had to have her, to devour her. His good hand squeezed her ass, possessively grabbing onto it so the princess would remember it was his. His tongue, however, did not relent its assault on her poor horny cunt. 

She was so wet, and her clit was growing harder against the nose he had pressed to it. Jaime grunted, and the princess tried to muffle her moans and managed to keep them only to his ears.  "That's my Golden Lion... nnhhhh... eating me cunt so good like that... haaaaa... It's yours. My love. Yours...haan..." He quickly allowed his tongue to slide into the princess so he could fuck her with it. It was still better than nothing. Still turning him on like she could not believe, and for a moment, the knight was happy that he wore loose-fitting pants so it could not be seen.  Her moans were music to his ear, and the Knight kept sucking and licking her pussy, drooling a bit because she was so wet and she was humping his face now, wanting more than just his tongue. He released her ass and moved his finger to her clit. 

The princess lost all of her composure when the knight finally rubbed her clit. The princess was quickly coming undone by the skilled tongue of her knight. Jaime did not stop, not even to talk to her through it like he sometimes did. He was intoxicated with her scent, her taste, the juices making a mess of his face. He wanted to hear her moan and writhe against him. How scandalous that was, to have the princess of the seven kingdoms being eaten out in a balcony where anyone could walk in and see. How shameless was she to be tongue-fucked like that, by an older man who wore the scars of war on his body. Yet that was exactly what turned her on. To have Jaime Lannister, a veteran knight whose body told a story, touch and own her body like that. He was the only one able to make her lose her mind like that. The only one able to make her lose strength in her legs. The only one who made her almost scream so the whole world and the gods could listen to them. She gave in to him and came hard. Her warm juices squirted on his face, and Jaime kept drinking from her. He kept swallowing the evidence of their passion, and it was glorious to watch. It was incredible to experience, and it was his. 

And she was his. 

-TBC-

HUG: Apocalypse princess

// Sara's rage and trauma got the best of her, and she ended up getting revenge on them.  Warning: it's going to be graphic.

xxxx

Sara knew she was walking into a trap when she went to her family's home. After seven years, her aunt was still living in the same damp little house. None of her cousins wanted to host the family meeting for fear of having their perfect little lives disturbed by the presence of their super-famous cousin. Melanie thought that bringing Sara back to their childhood house would put her in the right mood. It would remind her that she once belonged to them and would probably soften her heart toward them. They sat at the kitchen table, a large circular piece of wood that could welcome the family.  Sara was sitting in what could be considered the center of the table. On her left were sitting Melanie, Charles, and Kendra. 

On her right were sitting  Ralph and her aunt Tabitha. All were staring at her with fake concern and sugary smiles on their faces. Sara held her head high, still hiding behind her sunglasses, her hands resting on the table. Her eyes averted from one face to another, and she slowly started to tap her fingers against the wood. Since she arrived, the mega star had not said a single word. Her silence started to unnerve Melanie, who cleared her throat and slapped the table with the flat of her hand.  Sara tilted her head, and a slow smirk crept onto her lips. 

"Sara! You haven't said a word since you walked in. Why? Say something!"

"I am not sure you want to listen to me more than you want to talk. So please, be my guest and talk to me. Tell me all the things you've been eager to say to my face."

Melanie furrowed her brows and crossed her arms against her chest. She was upset at Sara's calm demeanor and wanted to tear the grin off her face. Why wasn't she afraid of the meeting? Why wasn't she breaking down like she used to when she was younger? Did she really become stronger? She refused to believe that Sara had grown a spine, so she cleared her throat and nudged her elbow at Charles' side. The man looked at his cousin, a mix of stress and anger. If she simply listened to them, there would be no need for a family meeting.  He cleared his throat and tried to speak in a firm but "nice" voice.

"Well, first of all, Melanie came to see you and explained the dire situation we are in. Our mother is dying, and she needs money. You have money, plenty of it. A mere million is nothing but sweat to you, and yet you refused. How selfish can you be?"

"Yes! Mel took some time off work to come beg you for money. And what did you do? You threatened her. We welcomed you when you were a little girl, and you were always part of the family, and this is how you repay your debt?"

"My debt?" -Sara scoffed at Charles and lifted a brow that peeked above her sunglasses- "Oh, you consider that doing the bare minimum as a family makes me indebted to you? You want me to feel grateful for the abuse you subjected me to? How laughable." -She chuckled and brought her hand to her lips to try and contain her laughter.-

Charles growled when he saw his cousin chuckle at them. She mocked them, spoke with a tongue full of disdain, and the man hated it. He hated that Sara was not as pliable and gullible as before. She was not as defenseless as he imagined her to be after her two very public breakups and the pressure to perform. Instead, she acted as if she was backed up by powerful forces or that she considered them to be lesser than her. Whichever it was did not sit well with her older cousin. He swallowed a lump, ready to lash out at her, but Kendra beat him to the punch. 

"Oh, now that Miss Ma'am is popular, we are nothing but ants to you?"

"It has nothing to do with money. I just find it very amusing that you bring up family to me years after you rejected me from said family. I wasn't as useful to you before when I was an orphan, right? One more mouth to feed, a supe you all despised for having powers. As soon as I started to make a name for myself, remind me what you did?"

"We... did not do anything to you. What are you talking about?"

"Oh? I knew you'd bring it up. let's see..." -Sara grabbed her phone and typed a few words on her Google search bar.- "Here it is. Kendra Richardson said that the artist known as Unnamed Girl is a fraud and a child of satan. Oh, and there is another one: Melanie Richardson, a cousin of Unnamed Girl, who claimed she was rejected by her whole family for being a supe and cursed. She claimed that Unnamed Girl's bad luck was responsible for the death of her parents." -Sara dramatically paused and looked at her cousin. Her head slowly moved from left to right so they would specifically know she was staring at them. Kendra blushed and bit her bottom lip, trying to find a rebuttal to the accusations. 

"Yes... We did it. We can't deny it; it's all over the internet. We genuinely misunderstood what being a supe meant back then. We truly believed that it was a curse and against God. We--"

"We wanted to save you from yourself."  

Finally, her aunt Tabitha spoke. Her voice was softer and sounded ill, raspier than she remembered it to be. It made sense since she was sick. Sara looked at her, and she could feel it, rage bubbling at the surface, threatening to spill like a ruthless wave. Not yet. She had to hear them say their piece before she did anything drastic.  Her lips twitched and curled up in a sneer. 

"Pray tell..... Exactly what did you think you could achieve by slandering me in the media?"

"We thought you would either give up or try to repent by welcoming us into your inner circle. We wanted to guide you, so you would not become what most of the supes are."

"Brilliant!" 

Sara applauded and laughed at the same time. It was such a ridiculous plan, but she could tell that they believed it would work. Bullying Sara into giving in to them, into welcoming the wolves in her safe haven so they could suck her dry. It was about money after all. It always was about money. Her attitude irritated her aunt even more. Tabitha growled and hit her cane against the floor, hard enough to draw attention back to her.

"You can laugh all you want, Sara, but we are telling the truth. Supes are unruly little beasts, and we didn't want you to become just like them. So yes, we slandered you in order to get your attention, but we never heard from you. You never wrote. You never called."

"So, it's my fault. Is that what you are saying? You've been such a good family for me that you refused to take me when I /needed/ you?  I wanted to know how you would try to wiggle your way out of that shit, but it's funnier than I expected. You are shameless, all of you. Shameless and disgusting." -She snarled at them, hitting the table with the palm of her right hand- "You won't get a cent from me, not one. You thought that bringing me here, to your childhood home, would make me break?"

"Sara, this is also your home. You came over for the holidays; did you forget it?" Ralph said, with an indignant expression on his face.

"Come over? Wow, you really managed to rewrite history, didn't you? Allow me to remind you how it was.  Starting with you, Ralph.  You used to pull on my hair to the point of making my scalp bleed. You also cut my hair and watched as I was wailing on the floor.  You knew my parents would beat me for changing my appearance without asking permission first. You knew I would be punished for something you did, and you did not care about my tears or my screams. Did you forget?" -She bitterly laughed and then averted her eyes from Ralph to Kendra, who was swallowing hard.- "And you, Kendra? Poor little Kendra who thought I had stolen her life. You did not break out in the business because you were a talentless act, but instead of acknowledging it, you took it on me.  Oh, you enjoyed stomping on my stomach and slapping me. Among all of these people here, you were the one who injured me the most. How could a big kid like you think it was okay to brutalize a child? uh? I wonder."

" I'm not proud of that, Sara. I was ruthless when I was a kid. I did not..."

"Oh, but you did. You wanted to hurt me, and you used me like a rag doll without having second thoughts."

"We get your point, Sara, perhaps--" -Melanie tried to intervene, but Sara used her power to increase the gravity on her body. She could not move and could barely speak. Panicked eyes stared at Sara, whose voice went a pitch lower.

"I am not /done/ talking. Charles. You were never one to physically harm me, but you were a bastard manipulator.  You kept telling me how my parents hated me and could not wait for me to fucking die. You kept me miserable, believing that no one could ever love me when it was not true. And you, Melanie? The Ringleader. The Alpha bitch who led the others into hurting me. You always had that twisted grin on your face the whole time they were tormenting me, and you always stood by, cold, emotionless, when I was begging for your help. How dare you talk about family when you were monsters? How dare you come and try to leech off me??"

"Enough, Sara! We heard you."

"No, you did not. You are not listening, the lot of you. You're just hearing me to deflect, excuse, and dismiss my feelings. Guess what, Tabitha, you don't get to escape this time around. You will have to listen to me whether you want it or not. I used to believe that you were clueless about what your wicked children were doing. I used to think you would protect me, but I realized, as I grew up, that you were the worst of them all. I was a kid. A KID! And you tortured me. You always protected your monsters, always tried to humiliate me any chance you got. I won't even list all the shit you did to me, but I can tell you something. Before I had words to explain how you made me feel, I felt it: the fire in your eyes while you spewed your venom at me. You hated me; you have always hated me, and now you dare face me with lies in your mouth about family?"

Scared but convinced Sara would not turn on them, Melanie tried to appeal to her good side in one last-ditch effort to turn the tide. 

"Please, I beg of you, Sara. Don't let anger overtake the rest of ---"

"Enough, Melanie! We tried things your way, and she never yielded.  I had enough of her pretentious, filthy mouth. Fine! Sara! You're right. I hate you. I hated you before you were even born."

"But I was a kid! I was an innocent kid!" She lamented, and her aunt laughed bitterly. Hitting the bottom of her cane against the floor.

"You were /her/ child!" -There it was, the root cause of her problems- "Your mother stole my fiancé and took him away from me. She slept with him when I went on a trip and trapped him with you."

"You could have told her, you could have cut ties with her. Why did you keep us around? Why did you hurt me?"

"I could not let him go. I could not stop loving him. If I couldn't be his wife, I wanted to stay in his life. The only way I could do that was to allow your mother to carry you to term and take you in so you could bond with your cousins. I tried, kid. I tried to turn my lies into truths, but I failed every single time. Whenever I set my eyes on you, I was reminded of what happened. I was reminded of her because you had her face. It filled me with rage, and I had to make you suffer. So I turned a blind eye to what my kids were doing. I did not care as long as they did not kill you or maim you. I did not care as long as he thought I was taking good care of you."

"So, let me get this straight. For some lousy dick you decided to torture a kid?" Her rage was growing inside her. Her hair was starting to float in the air, her fingertips turned purple as well as her eyes. The walls were shaking, the table was unstable, and her cousins were scared. 

"Sara, stop... You're scaring us. You're... You're scaring us..." -Melanie tried to calm her cousin down, but it only fueled Sara's anger. She calmly stood up and outstretched her hand towards Kendra.  She used her powers to make the woman levitate above the ground and tilted her head to the side. "Sara! Please! Don't hurt her."

"I was a kid, and the only thing your pathetic ass was able to do was to bully a kid. You thought that it would make you feel better about yourself, Tabitha, but it only made you more pathetic. I cried, and screamed, and asked for help, and you only stood there and watched."

"You're a fucking pussy, Sara! You think I'm scared of you?  You were just a pathetic little worm begging to be loved. And now? Now you're just a washed-up celebrity everybody abandons. Nobody loves you. Nobody cares for you, and whatever you think you have with your fans is nothing but pure lust."

"You are not scared of me? Oh, but you should, Tabitha." -She used her powers to lock the door and keep the windows shut. Charles stood up and ran to the door, only to realize that he could not open it. He ran to the windows and tried to open them, but they did not open. "You thought you were trapping me in that house of horrors. You expected me to crumble and beg for scraps? You expected me to throw myself at your feet for what? acknowledgment? Love?" -Her laugh was sinister, and Kendra screamed. 

Sara's rage grew even bigger, and along with it, her body transformed.  Her eyes were now angry pools of purple light; her usually jet-black eyes had a purple reflection. Her power was unleashed, unrestrained and unapologetic as she used it with ease. Her aunt did not care about her; even worse, she hated her guts before she was even born. Unable to solve her issues with Sara's mother, she decided to latch onto her daughter. An innocent child. A defenseless child. It was enough to make her lose her mind and the anger and disgust she felt for Kendra. She focused on her body, curling her fingers. It made Kendra's body break and twist on itself, instantly killing the woman who was now a bloody pretzel. 

The sight of the blood spilling on the floor was enough to make her aunt scream and cry. She then tried to hit Sara with her cane, but the supe made her freeze on the spot. She then turned her attention to Charles, who was still trying to find a way out. He was not aware of Sara's power that had engulfed the whole house. She could control absolutely anything in that house and used her power on the chair he was sitting on. She lifted it up and then threw it at him with such force that it ended up stabbing the man on his chest.  He let out a scream before fainting because of the shock.  She then used the forks and knives and drove them into Ralph's face and neck. The knife cut through his artery, and that made him slump on his chair. Tabitha screamed in pain. She could not believe that Sara was actually killing them. Her defiant attitude was giving way to fear now that she realized just how serious, powerful, and dangerous Sara was. She tried to move, but her body was still frozen by the supe. 

Melanie watched in horror as her siblings were all dead. Sara did not hesitate to kill them and was not done just yet. She did not want to move, afraid that Sara would notice her and would try to kill her. Sara grinned at her and at her aunt. She manipulated Melanie's body to force her to float towards her and cut her airflow. It made the woman stare at her with eyes wide open and desperately try to breathe again by clawing at her throat. It did not work, and the harder she was wiggling and squirming, the harder it was for her to breathe again.  Sara watched with a satisfied grin on her face as her cousin was quickly turning purple and her kicks became more erratic, slower even. Charles grunted as he regained consciousness, and Sara threw a knife that stabbed his head, killing him instantly. Melanie was terrified, and as life was slowly draining out of her body, it started to release itself on the floor.  Sara patiently waited for Melanie's body to stop its spasm, and once she was sure that her cousin was dead, she dropped her body on the floor like it was nothing but a sack of potatoes. 

"They are all gone, Aunt Tabitha. Now who are you going to send to do your bidding?" She released the control she had over her aunt's body, forcing the woman to drop to the floor and try to catch her breath. She coughed and wiped the tears off her face. Her knees could not carry her, so the woman started to crawl away from Sara.  The singer watched, bemused at this pathetic attempt at escaping. She lifted a brow and mockingly said. "And where do you think you are going, old hag?" She landed on the floor and started to follow her aunt, who was wailing, screaming, and pointing her finger at her. "Oh, now I am scaring you. I can't tell you how many times I have dreamed of today. I was this close to tearing you apart when I knocked on your door, and you rejected me once again. I thought that maybe if I ignored you, you would leave me alone. But you did not ignore me. You had to go on TV; you had to slander me! You had to fucking force me to acknowledge you. I hated your guts. I hated you so much that I wanted you to be gone.  I wanted you to be GONE!" She screamed and used her powers to force her aunt to lie on the floor. 

"Please... Sara. You already got what you wanted. Let me go. Let me.. Let me live."

"I can't do that." Sara slowly knelt on the older woman's chest. She used her powers to make her heavier. Gravity crushed Tabitha's chest, pierced her lungs, made her chest collapse, and blood rushed into her mouth. Tabitha's mouth spat the blood that had filled her chest and mouth, and after a few gargles, the life of her cruel tormentor ended. 

Sara did not move. She simply looked at the body underneath her. At long last, she was dead. At long last they were all dead! Nobody could hurt her ever again. The realization made the woman give a nervous chuckle that quickly turned into full-blown laughter. She then stood up and looked around, taking in the consequences of her rampage. Her last remaining family was dead, killed by her own hands. Flashes of what they put her through: the abuse, the mockeries, the hateful words hurled at her, the indifference, the abandonment, and the mental anguish they put her in. She blamed them for the years spent at the orphanage, but with hindsight, she would have had it worse if she had stayed with them. Still, it was the first time Sara took a life, so her mind was breaking down. She took her phone and texted Homelander to come and get her. She dropped her phone and fell on her knees. The anguish kept growing in her chest, overwhelming, brutal; it was so much that she could not contain it any longer. 

Sara let her emotions explode in fury that tore apart the house. Her powers created a shield that stopped the debris from falling on her. The supe cried; her hot tears rolled down her cheeks as the weight of what she did finally fell on her shoulders. She felt everything. Pride, relief, anger, heartbreak, liberation, fear...Everything that she kept inside, every memory from her childhood that she blocked, resurfaced, and her powers simply destroyed everything; it tore the bodies into shreds, the house into a pile of dust, and Sara, alone, in the middle of it, could not hear anything or see anything as grief took over. Homelander landed a few steps away from her and gently closed the distance between them. He put his hand on her shoulder and helped Sara stand up. She turned her head to look at him. She looked so pitiful with her quivering lips and tearful gaze. He cupped her cheek with his large left hand and gently wiped the tears off her face.

"I've got you, babygirl. I'm here." 

He quickly noticed what a mess she left behind her and concluded that the *negotiation* did not end well for Sara's family. He frankly did not care about these awful cocksuckers and was rather pleased to see that Sara really had what it took to kill them all. That pride swallowed him whole, and all Homelander could do was grin from ear to ear and pull her into a tight hug. In time, he would talk to her and would make sure that she knew he would never leave her behind and would make sure to cover her tracks so no one would know what she did. She hugged him so tightly, so desperately that he could not help but hold her tighter. He would take her out of there, back to their safe place. 

Back home. 

-TBC-

Nixus: gossips

Teacher's room, Wednesday morning. 

Phoenix walked into the teacher's room at recess. She was visibly more exhausted than usual, yawning and stretching as she walked to her desk. She did not notice the group of gossiping divas that had gathered near her.  Four of them were talking, smoking, and drinking coffee, with Thomas Lincoln at the center.  Thomas was the oldest veteran teacher at the school and one of the cattiest and gossipiest people in the whole block. Everyone knew that no matter how well you hid something, Thomas would eventually find out and throw it back in your face, so it was best to simply tell him what was going on and pray he took pity on you and didn't gossip to the rest of your colleagues. He always spilled the beans; therefore, everyone knew about everyone's love life, family issues, and sometimes even health issues. The only things he refused to gossip about were traumas, Serious diseases like cancer, and domestic violence.  He had some ethics, and perhaps that made him a beloved teacher and a pillar of that school. At least he loved to believe it did. 

Thomas disliked Phoenix when she first came here. He tried to dig into her socials only to find nothing about her. All of her accounts were created the year she came to Detroit, and he could not find anything about her on the internet. Not even a comment left somewhere, a restaurant review, or pics of her past travels. He also wondered why she got a titular position if she had not been a teacher before, but she pirouetted her way out of his questions, and her attitude helped soften him up. Phoenix was eager to learn, a quick thinker, and on top of it all, excellent with children. She was humble and acknowledged Thomas as the Queen B. of the school. She put him at ease, and quickly enough, he treated her like he treated everyone else, a source for gossip and bets. Thomas lamented her unremarkable fashion sense and always jabbed at her about how plain she looked when she should be looking hotter. He also teased her about the lack of romance in her life.

"If it's not Miss, I am going to feed Thailand slums herself? What are you wearing today, Nix?"

"Sorry, Diva. I like my plain jeans and plain sweatshirt. They're comfy. I've just arrived, and you did not even spare me a little?"

"Well, usually I would ignore you like usual, but the teacher's room has been placing bets."

"Bets? Let me guess... You're roasting my looks again?"

"Ah, I will keep on winning those if they were the only ones. You dress so badly, honey. But it's not about that. We've noticed the change of attitude lately. We've also noticed that you finally took those wednesday afternoon off. It tickled me, so I placed a bet. We know that you're seeing someone. What we don't know is if that guy is hot or not."

"What???? Ho--Why???" -Gobsmacked, Nix looked at Thomas, who was grinning from ear to ear like he had discovered a dinosaur's bone in his backyard-

The other three women chuckled and shook their shoulders as if to say “well, you can’t blame us for going on with this.” Phoenix blinked and shook her head in disbelief. They got bored of her gossiping on her clothes already and decided to move on?  She rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the right. Marjorie, a 45 years old blonde short woman with neck-length hair cleared her throat. 

“Nix, everybody is in everybody’s business. Last month they were all focused on me when they learned I wanted a divorce. We haven’t seen you talk about a significant other, of course we would speculate about it.”

“To be honest, I thought you were asexual.” Linda, a 50 years old teacher who dyed her hair brown (but we could always tell it was a dye) spoke up. She was perhaps the meanest of the gang. “You wouldn’t dress up so badly if you were interested in dating.” 

“Wh—what? I mean, could you not have asked me about it instead of assuming shit about me. I like being plain. I like it even more when I have to work…. With kids! And what if I was asexual? I can’t believe you.” -she pointed  at her with forefinger and then rolled her eyes-

“Can’t blame me for not knowing you had game. And who is your so-called boyfriend?”

“Finally! Some sense entered your thick skull! Well, hold on you because my boyfriend is a hot and handsome cop. He’s so hot that he turns heads wherever we go. He’s so hot that I can’t keep my hands off him. And he’s so kind that he will come over to meet with my students and you mean girls will finally see that your venom was ridiculous.” 

“You don’t need to be so aggressive, Phoenix. Jeez!” Phoenix didn’t even acknowledge her. She put her bag on her desk and eyed Thomas and the gang. They were surprised by the comeback but it meshed well with their usual cattiness so they didn’t bother with her.  Linda rolled her eyes and gossiped to the hen group with her. “I am sure that she said that to save face. Until we see the guy in person, I refuse to believe he’s hot. And if he is, I will ask him why he picked such a boring woman as his girlfriend.” 

“In her defense he might not be as superficial as we are.” Admitted Cathy. A short haired brunette in her 40’s. “I mean I know what I am and I love me some good fashion sense. But maybe he doesn’t care.”

“The gag would be if he dress like a beggar.” 

“You know I can hear you right? Please keep digging your graves and  when you meet Marc you will eat your heart out.” 

Cathy scoffed and took out a 50 dollars bill. She put it in the bet jar and pointed at Phoenix. The latter gave her a bratty grin and  shrugged. Phoenix was a woman who knew her worth. She knew her beauty could not be tarnished by the clothes she wore (as plain as they could have been). She knew how lethal she was in her assassin days. How she turned heads and made her targets (and non-targets) fall for her. Her beauty was undeniable no matter how much these bitter gossiping souls wished it. 

On top of it. Phoenix was very confident in her relationship with Marc (and his hotness). Marc brought light in her world. Balance. He was a trustworthy lad with a good heart. He was caring for her, for the woman she was rather than the body she inhabited. She could rely on him, feel comfortable in his presence and even better in his arms. She could trust him with her sensible heart and vulnerability because he would never take advantage of her. And to top it all off, he was handsome as sin. 

No matter what these assholes could say, box new that the second they would lay their eyes on him, they would fold. Marc was handsome. Not in an otherworldly way (that would make him too beautiful to be true) but in a conventional way. He was tall, with a great built, beautiful eyes and a smile that made her melt away. He had his hair cut short but the hairstyle enhanced his features. A sharp  jaw, accentuated by his infamous scowl, intense blue eyes and beautiful eyelashes that drew her gaze to his face. He was taut, muscular but not in a grotesque way. Instead his body was strong, appealing, and devastatingly turning her on.  Surely the sight of him would bring others to their knees. Surely she would be very smug about it and would walk the school like she owned the place. Surely this would be a little victory she would share with her friend Debbie. 

“What’s going on here?” Debbie’s voice forced the gossip girls to scatter away like kids caught in the act. She blinked and rolled her eyes before shooing them out of the teachers room. “I bet they were trying to get into your head again.” 

“Leave them be. The spit of the toad does not reach the white dove. I don’t care really, but I can’t wait for them to see Marc and eat their hearts out.” 

“They were gossiping about him?” Nix shrugged. “Aha! What do they know?  Well, I heard you got your Wednesdays free now. Are you going to visit Marc at the precinct?” 

“Yep. I intend to visit after a while. And since I know how much you like planning things, how about we plan that together?” 

And the two friends went on to talk about what Nix should bake for her first visit and what she should wear and when it would be most appropriate. Debbie loved planning things and she loved watching Nix and Marc’s relationship flourish everyday.  So it helped make the day a much better one than the start suggested.