DDBA: into the fire -smut-

DDBA: into the fire -smut-

Matt and Hayley were now lying on the mattress,  sweaty bodies entangled in a warm embrace. His hand was lost in her thick black mane, and his lips were pecking her forehead with soft kisses. Her left hand was mindlessly and absently stroking his chest, and she nuzzled the crook of his neck. Matt was happy that they managed to have a serious conversation. It had been a while since he had a heart-to-heart with someone, and the man without fears realized that it brought him some peace of mind. He could be himself with Hayley, without judgment or anguish. He could enjoy a peaceful moment in a place he knew was safe from the AVTF and Fisk's other goons. Here, in this room, there was nothing but the soft and steady heartbeat of the beautiful woman by his side. 

"Matt.... I want you to see me." -He nearly choked upon hearing her words, and before he could crack some wise words at her, she quickly added- "I mean, with your hands. I know that you have to touch things to see them. I wanted you to touch my face, so you could see me."

"Why?" -Not one to object to such a request, Matt shifted on the bed so he could tilt his head towards her and give her space to move her head at ease.  He then gently brought his hand to her belly-

"I used to belong to the H.A.N.D ever since I was born. No one has really seen me, and I want to be remembered as who I was. I want to have someone on this Earth who can say that they know me and can talk about me when I am long gone." - She was hopeful, and he could tell by the heartbeats that she was being sincere-

"Lee... I'm sorry that sounded really sad." -He gently slid his hand from her belly to her heart. He felt her take a deep breath, and she swallowed a lump-

"You can't blame me for never having had a life, can you?" She chuckled and placed her hand on top of his. He did not move; instead, he waited for her to bring his hand to her face- "I don't intend to die, Matt. I want you to remember me, please."

"Of course." -She closed her eyes and brought his large hand to her cheek.-

Matt cupped her cheek and felt her chest heave up and down. He picked up the sound of her swallowing hard, but his touch was gentle, certain, and precise. His fingers delicately traced the soft lines of her cheeks. She had a lovely round face, with high cheekbones and soft skin. He let his fingertips explore her plump lips,  trace the lines of her large nose that suited her face, and finally slid his fingers into her thick, coily mane. Her hair was soft, thick, and long. She did not move an inch from where she was, and he felt it. So he cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. 

He then gently shifted on the bed and leaned on his arm. Her blue eyes stared at his face, in search of a hint of disgust or disappointment, and found none. Matt smiled at her and then pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. She moaned into the kiss and closed her eyes. His kiss was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She let her hand run through his hair and held a fistful of his hair. He groaned into her touch and kissed her with renewed intensity. He rolled on top of her, and she welcomed him between her legs.  His kisses became even more feverish, and his hips started to grind into her. It elicited a moan from the woman who wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

"Wait.... Wait, Matt... Before we go off the rails and lose focus on what I requested, can you finish what you started?" -She silently thought to herself that she wanted to hear his thoughts about her face. Why did she make such a big deal of it? She did not know, but she wanted them to go through with it before they gave in to their lust-

"Right.... Right... I'm sorry. I got carried away. I could not resist your beautiful face."

"Beau---Beautiful?" -She repeated with a hint of disbelief in her voice.=

Matt lifted a brow, surprised by her sudden shyness. Did she not know how beautiful her features were? Matt's fingers helped him portray her in his mind. Her features were delicate, definitely African as well. Her face was soft, her features were round, soft, and he found himself stroking her plump lips.  He positively hummed and rubbed his nose against her face.

"Yes. You're beautiful, Hayley. I love your soft features, your nose especially. It's so lovely and curvy. I love your plump lips, your coily hair, your soft skin..." -He interspersed his words with kisses and resumed grinding against her.-

The delicious friction between their legs was sending shivers down her spine. She was feeling desire stir up in her loins. She hugged him and buried her face in the crook of his neck while she pressed kisses to her forehead.  He groaned, feeling his cock twitch and the growing desire to be inside her strangle him. Matt and Hayley both panted, but he stubbornly kept humping her until she gave him more space to manoeuvre. He groaned louder and slightly pulled away from her so he could grab his length and rub his tip against her entrance.  She licked her bottom lip upon feeling his tip rub harder against her wet slit. She wanted more.  He slowly pushed his cock past her folds. It made her wince a little and yank her head back. Oh, that brush felt good. She cooed and knitted her brows harder as the urge to feel more of him became stronger. Matt pushed until half of his length was inside her before he pulled away and pushed back in, creating a soft but steady friction between them.  She cursed under her breath and closed her eyes while her fingers sank into his strong shoulders.

"Matt... Haaaan... You feel so good."

"Christ, Lee.... You're so wet for me."

She was. She welcomed him so easily inside her that  Matt groaned at the delicious friction between them. He grabbed one of her thighs and leaned on his arm to support his body while he pounded into her. She moaned and closed her eyes and stroked the back of his head and his shoulders. They fell into a steady pace, where they both moved at the same pace and with the same passion. He could not help but want more of Hayley, more of her heat, more of her wetness, more of her passionate cries. He wanted to feel her and lose himself in the moment, in her. 

"Matt.... Haaaan.... Matt..." -She cried out, sinking her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders- 

"Yes! Nnnghhh... Yes! Lee... Christ!" -He groaned louder and pressed a kiss to her lips-

Matt then slowly got on his knees with both hands holding onto her waist. He lifted her hips up to take her deeper, and she brought her fingers to her mouth. She bit them, hard, in an attempt to muffle her sounds with more or less success. She sank her head into her pillow and rolled her eyes deep into her skull as he was hitting the right spots inside her. The sound of skin slapping against skin became louder, and their bodies slowly worked up some sweat. Fuck! It felt good. Matt felt good inside her. She was so wet, so hot, that the delicious friction between their legs drove her over the edge.

"Matt.... I'm gonna... I'm gonna.."

"Don't hold it. Cum for me... Lee..." -He groaned and went harder on her.

She came undone without a warning, fingers digging harder into his arms while she shut her eyes tightly. He felt it, and not so long after, Matt followed and reached his climax as well. He released her legs and fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple.  He then rolled off her and lay on his back. Matt was catching his breath; his chest heaved up and down at a fast pace as he was regaining his composure. She took a deep breath and turned her head to the side so she could have a good look at his face. He was handsome, and she noticed her heart beating faster. Her cheeks were darkened and felt like they were burning from blushing so hard. Matt lifted one hand to grab the pillow, 

"Thank you, Matt." -He turned his head towards her and smiled at her.- "For touching my face." - She closed the distance between them and  leaned her head against his shoulder-

"You asked so nicely, how could I say no to such an adorable voice like yours?" -He grinned- "Besides, it was something I would have done for myself. I wanted to know what you looked like. I wanted to memorize every line, every crease, and every curve of your face. You are gorgeous, Hayley, and I love your face. I love how warm and soft you are. I love the way your hair feels on my fingers, and I love the way you laugh. You have a beautiful voice I love to listen to, and a very warm laugh too. You smell like Jasmine, and I have to say, it's a scent I really can't get out of my head."

"Careful, Mr. Murdock. If I did not know any better, I would have thought you were in love with me."

She grinned and wrapped her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kept her pressed to his chest. He smiled but decided not to add fuel to the fire. Yes, he still had feelings for Heather, but he could not deny his growing affection for Hayley.  It wasn't love, not yet, but he definitely wanted to keep seeing her. Matt's ears and cheeks blushed, and he was grateful for their position that made it impossible for her to see him blush. She buried her face against his chest and whispered. 

"It feels good to hear such beautiful words said about me. It feels even better to know that someone would remember me no matter what comes after." -Her tone became somber as she was thinking about her next action. 

Matt knew that she was eager to put an end to the AVTF. He was practically certain she wanted to kill Officer Powell, and he wanted to stop her from trying this stunt. She claimed she wanted to turn over a new leaf, and so far, she had not killed anyone. Her anger towards that violent man was such that Matt could feel her murderous intent.  He furrowed his brows. 

"Are you still trying to get Officer Powell?"

"He has to be stopped." -She furrowed her brows.- "At first, I wanted to bring him to justice, but then...I decided that he needed something more radical."

"We can't become the judge, jury, and executioner, Hayley. You have to trust the system."

"The same system that was bought by Fisk?" She pulled away and propped herself on her elbow.

"We have to believe that people would want a better life than the one Fisk is offering. People are angry, and they are no longer buying his lies." -He propped himself on his elbow as well-

"Are you serious, Matt? Do you honestly think that Officer Powerll would not escape retribution for his crimes? I hate him for everything he's done to our people, but also to his former girlfriend. You should have seen her at the shelter. She was bruised and battered. I took her to the hospital, and the poor thing barely survived that night. I promised her that this scumbag would never set foot in the shelter ever again. I intend to keep my word, Matt."

"And you can keep that promise without killing the man. Lee... You told me that you escaped the H.A.N.D because you wanted something different. You wanted to have a different life. Killing that man would only bring you back to when you were a foot soldier for the H.A.N.D."

"And do you think that he would stop terrorizing people the way he's doing right now? What has your mercy accomplished for this city?  You let Fisk live, and he's now terrorizing the city. You let Bullseye live, and he kept terrorizing the city.  Mercy is only going to cause more misery." -She furrowed her brows and then sat on the bed. 

"I understand why you lost faith in the system. I can understand why you lost faith in people. Mercy is an act of faith and an act of absolution. Lee... This is not for them. They had their chances, and they rejected them. This is for you. This is for me." -He cupped her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb.-

"Do you really believe I could be redeemed? After all I did, the lives I took..."

"Yes. I believe that. We can be redeemed, but we have to extend grace to others, including ourselves. I know you want to kill Officer Powell, but I implore you to consider doing it the right way. Not because I am right, but because we have to try. We have to keep faith.  Alright?"

He felt her hot tears fall on his hand and wiped them off her face. She nodded her agreement and leaned her forehead against his. Marc knew that it would require a lot of determination from the woman and that turning over a new leaf would be a strong struggle. He comforted her with a warm hug and a renewed desire to help her. To see her. To care for her.

-TBC-

sexual intimacy Lux edition

Sexual intimacy:

Lux (still discovering ) 

* “Puppy!” Calls Jake Puppy and sometimes "Sir" when he's in charge.

* She also likes to curse, "Unholy spirit!" 

* Is very sloppy and messy (she drools a lot when she sucks, her juices are everywhere, she drenches sheets, panties, and even him) 

* Can be hyper-focused on getting fucked / satisfying her lover. Sometimes it’s all she thinks about. 

* She is needy and has a strong appetite. She can calm down, though.

* masturbation doesn’t satisfy her in the long run. 

* She loves to be in control of the most powerful hunter and has him wrapped around her nipples 😛 

* Loves being a slut. considers that she has a premium pussy and boasts about it.

* She is so wet and so tight (seriously dripping wet and getting messy as soon as she’s horny. Tight too… but it’s not uncomfortable for her or Jake) 

* Loves being told how good she feels.

* She is very vulgar and loves being slutty. She likes to call herself a vampire cocksleeve. 

* Likes to make a show of herself (lots of rubbing herself, fingering, and tasting herself in front of him)  

* She is a switch. 

* She praises Jake a lot.

* She is shameless and does not bother with human morals and limitations.

* She loves to be loud and to let people hear how good she's being fucked. 

* She loves it when they fuck in semi-public places. And would never mind initiating or teasing him under the table. 

* She has taken a liking to choking, scratching his skin until it bleeds, biting him, and drinking his blood. She loves to slap him and be physical with Jake to show her pleasure. She really pushes the envelope with him and is probably the roughest she’s ever been with anyone. 

* Loves to be on top of him and to ride him.  She also loves to feel him deep inside her. 

* She fakes complaints about how big he is. He really is the biggest cock she has ever had. And she’s a size queen! Loves to tackle bigger cocks than she used to have before. 

* She’s sensitive, and her nipples really are. When Jake plays with them, she folds. She loves it when he is rough with her and pulls on them, grazes his teeth on them, or even bites them.

* She is turned on by their age gap. She is older than him, far, far older than him.

* She fakes complaints about how big he is. He really is the biggest cock she has ever had. And she’s a size queen! Loves to tackle bigger cocks than she used to have before. 

* She loves it when Marc pulls on her hair 

* She’s sensitive, and her nipples really are. When Jake plays with them, she folds. And when he is rough with them? She folds even more. It feels so good.

* “Fuck you, puppy. fuck you!” Likes to curse when she’s getting close. Only when they are fucking. The more she cursed, the better she felt 😛 

* Likes to command him to watch her / grab her/ fuck her harder. She can take initiative. And when she does, it’s explosive. 

* She loves it when he says her name. So fucking much! And even more when he calls her cara. 

* Lux is soft and plump. While she catches the eyes of those who know 😛 plenty aren’t able to handle her curves. Jake Winchester can. 

* Nix is loud. There is no way to make her tone it down.  She doesn’t care if people hear her moan or scream. 

* She is excellent at giving blowjobs, and she’s a good rider too. 

* Lux loves when Jake eats her plump little pussy. He does it so well that when his green eyes are set upon her.

* She gets red upon feeling pleasure.  On her face and chest. 

* “I love my hunter's big cock.” She’s vocal. Crude. Crass. She expresses herself in ways she couldn’t do before. She’s eager and has a strong appetite. 

* She is inappropriate most of the time.  She will always tease Jake in public, let him know she’s horny. Let him know she wants him. 

* She is a switch but mostly a tease. 

* She loves when Jake is passionate ('rough) and when he asserts himself.

* She loves to hear him moan and tell her how it feels. 

* She has such an intense crimson gaze. It seems even brighter when she’s lost in her lust. 

* She’s very flexible.

* She loves to bite him. It turns her on so much. 

 * She loves to grab him. She usually would hold onto his ass whenever she can. And to urge him to fuck her harder. 

* Her tail has a life of its own. It whips the air, his back, and coils around his arms or legs, depending on how she feels about it. 

* She has no issue initiating sex; as a matter of fact, she's very eager and needy.

* She loves when he spanks her and fucks her add-up and face down. 

* Lux loves giving blowjobs. She knows Jake loves to get them too and gets off from both giving and seeing his reaction to her work on him.

* She is a fucking tease even during sex.  She can take all of her time before she grants him relief. She loves it when he begs for her to suck him or go faster or harder against him when she rides him. 

* She loves to make him beg. He makes the sweetest faces and sounds. She loves to see his pleased face so much. 

* She does love when he fucks her standing. :p 

* She loves to scratch Jake’s skin to the point of bleeding. Loves to leave him marks of her love.  She loves to look at it in the morning. 

* She loves to encourage him to let loose.  Especially when she wants to get fucked harder. She would request him to go harder, and he would do it. 

* He can’t hurt her, so she asks him to go all out. 

sexual intimacy: Nixus edition

Sexual intimacy:

Nixus: (still discovering ) 

* “Mon coeur!” when she's in a neutral mood. Calls Marc "Officer Flynn" when he's in charge. "young man" when she's in her teacher mood.

* “Mon coeur, you have such a big cock!” She’s vocal. Crude. Crass. She expresses herself in ways she couldn’t do before. She’s eager and has a strong appetite

* She likes to be called a dirty criminal, a naughty teacher, a slutty little freak.

* She speaks to him in the 3rd person sometimes, «Your sluty teacher. » she likes to call herself that. 

* Is sloppy and messy (she drools when she gives him a blowjob, her juices are everywhere,  she squirts, she drenches sheets, panties, and even him) 

* Can be hyper-focused on getting fucked / satisfying Marc. Sometimes it’s all she thinks about. 

* She is needy and has a strong appetite. She can calm down, though.

* masturbation doesn’t satisfy her in the long run. 

* She loves to discipline Marc like she would her students. 😛 

* Loves being a slutty little freak. She loves to tease him, wearing tight and short clothes to highlight her curves. She also wears sexy lingerie underneath her unassuming clothes.

* Loves being told how good she feels and to look at herself.

* Is very soft and blushes a lot. 

* Likes to make a show of herself (lots of rubbing herself, fingering, and tasting herself in front of him)  

* She is a switch. 

* She loves eye contact and would always look at him when they have sex. 

* She is chubby and loves it!

* She screams now, and is loud when she fucks. He manages to make her lose her mind when he fucks her deep.

* She loves it when he calls her Mrs Rivers when he's in charge. 

* She speaks French when she's losing her mind.  her favorite words being "putain! merde! Oui!"

* Loves to be on top of him and to ride him.  She also loves to feel him deep inside her. He is the first man to ever take her so deep. 

* She loves to feel helpless when she’s being fucked, so the illusion of not being able to escape him when he fucks her turns her on like crazy. Usually, she likes to be handcuffed or have her arms pinned against her back. 

* Nix is loud. She thought she was a quiet moaner (and she is), but he's making her scream. There is no way to make her tone it down.  She doesn’t care if people hear her moan or scream. 

* She likes to cuff him. He looks good cuffed and/ or blindfolded. 

* She loves it when Marc pulls on her hair 

* She’s sensitive, and her nipples really are. When Marc plays with them, she folds. 

* Likes to command him to watch her / grab her/ fuck her harder. She can take initiative. And when she does, it’s explosive. 

* She is excellent at giving blowjobs, and she’s a good rider too. 

* Nix loves when Marc eats her plump little pussy. He does it so well that when his blue eyes are set upon her, she loses all control. 

* She gets red upon feeling pleasure.  On her face and chest. 

* She’d never loved sex before she met Marc.  She never made love before and is now enjoying it so much that she would never be able to go back to how things were before.

* She loves to hear him moan and tell her how it feels. 

* «Good God » or « Fuck! » are her curses when she feels good. 

* She has no issue initiating sex; as a matter of fact, she's very eager and needy.

* She loves when he spanks her and fucks her ass-up and face down. 

*Her ass is truly her best asset and is very sensitive. It's a nice bubble butt, soft and plump. larger than her breasts.

physical intimacy: lux edition

 Physical intimacy 

Lux:

* Tending to his wounds by licking them. Her saliva can close his wounds. 

* Being the little spoon with Jake.

* Resting her head against his chest to hear his heartbeats

* Kissing Jake.

* She loves to feel his arms around her waist so he can hug her from behind.

* Crying in front of him. She never cries in front of people 

* Holding onto him when he wraps his arms around her for a tight hug.

* She really loves it when they fight. For her, they are foreplay and a way to showcase her affection.

* Lux loves to dance with Jake. It’s her way of communicating her love and desire for him. (The dance can be emotional, sweet, sexy, or downright criminal ) 

* She enjoys Jake's neck kisses, too. (All of his kisses tbh)  

* She looooves when he breathes on her skin. Shivers galore! 

* And when he speaks to her ear!

* Her ears flutter when she's happy to see him. 

*She wags her tail when she is super happy with him, too.

* Taking his blood is a love language. She will bite him when he wants to be bitten. 

* Literally fighting for him and would get wounded in the process 😮 

* She seeks his touch, constantly. Be it a little kiss on his shoulder, his hand, holding his hand, leaning against his shoulder…

* When her fangs tease his skin. 

* She will heal his old vampire wounds as a gift and would make him fresh ones as a token of love.

* When they dance together

physical intimacy: Phoenix edition

* Phoenix loves hugging Marc

* She loves to cook for him

* She loves to sit on his lap and wrap her arms around his neck. 

* When she reads, she puts her legs on his lap. 

* When they hold hands 🥹

* She is the smaller spoon 

* She runs her hand through his hair whenever she feels like it. 

* Nix likes to read when he's watching sports.

*She tends to his wounds.

* Resting her head against his chest to hear his heartbeats

* Kissing Marc

* She loves to feel his arms around her waist so he can hug her from behind.

* Crying in front of him. She never cries in front of people 

* Holding onto him when he wraps his arms around her for a tight hug.

* She loves to run him a bath when he comes back from a shift

* She seeks his touch, constantly. Be it a little kiss on his shoulder, his hand, holding his hand, leaning against his shoulder…

* Phoenix peppers his face with kisses. She adores him and shows

Nixus: Bianchi vs Phoenix

 Phoenix and Bianchi 

Phoenix was correcting copies on her dinner table when her phone rang.  She glanced at it, expecting to see Debbie’s name or Marc’s on the screen. Her eyes grew wide as it was neither of them. It was Christie Bianchi, Marc’s partner and family, who was calling her for the first time since they exchanged numbers.  She immediately picked up the call and cleared her throat before answering it. 

« Christie! Woah. You never call. Should I be worried? »

« No. No, don’t worry. I didn’t plan to call you. It’s just…. I’m with JM, Tony is out of town, the older kids are out of town, and the house feels… empty. I thought I would be happy about it, but I miss the daily chaos... » 

«You miss Tony, don’t you? Do you want me to come over for coffee or anything else?” 

“I would have said I was fine with just talking over the phone, but yes, come over.”

“I'll be there in a minute.”

After she hung up the phone, Phoenix blinked and started to pace around her living room. Was it a good idea to go alone to Bianchi’s house? She furrowed her brows and tapped her fingers. She had never been alone with Bianchi and did not know what to expect. The woman was very cunning and very direct. She would grill her with questions and would only stop once satisfied with the answer. If she were like Debbie, perhaps she would want to know more about her feelings for Marc, and this, Phoenix could deal with.  The teacher stood up, grabbed her jacket, her bag, and her keys, and left her apartment. She took a cab to Bianchi's house, walked past the driveway, and rang the doorbell. 

Bianchi rushed to the front door and opened it with one hand while the other held onto her youngest child. She tilted her head to the side, quickly glancing at the gorgeous woman before her, in plain denim jeans, a white shirt, and tennis shoes. Bianchi herself was wearing a loose tracksuit, with a white tank top and a pair of sleepers.  She pushed the door wider and stepped back to let Phoenix walk into her home. She briskly walked towards the living room. The teacher gently closed the door behind her and joined Christie in the living room. She was holding JM and trying to soothe her child by rocking back and forth. The room was a bit cluttered but very lovely with a large sofa, a wide flat-screen, and a lovely small wooden table where a few magazines were displayed. Phoenix sat on the sofa and tucked some hair behind her ear while her blue eyes stared at the blonde mother. 

"You know, you can give me JM if you need a break."

"Are you sure? He's been very fussy today, and I can't seem to be able to calm him down."

"That's because you're exhausted, Christie. Hand the boy over and get yourself some coffee or some tea. I'll be fine." 

JM was indeed fussy, and he kicked and wiggled in his mom's arms before he saw the beautiful woman sitting on the sofa. He extended his arms for her to pick him up, and Phoenix stood up and grabbed the child. She returned to the sofa and sat while Christie went to fetch herself a hot cup of coffee. She poured some fresh water into a glass and came back to the living room to hand it over to Phoenix.

"You are an angel, Phoenix. Thank you. I was at my wits' end today. I am not used to Tony being away for so long. I figured that maybe we could spend the afternoon together and  have a proper talk?"

"If I did not know you, I would have thought you wanted to trick me into confessing my little secrets to you. " -She was sincere, but the little chuckle she added to her sentence helped pass it off as a joke. Bianchi ran her hand through her blond locks and chuckled at her words, taking them as a joke.-

"Well.... I know I have the habit of never letting Marc off the hook, but it's because it's so difficult to get him to talk. He likes to keep to himself, doesn't he?" -She laughed, and when Nix took the glass of water, she walked back to the kitchen to keep an eye on her coffee.- "Besides, I wanted to get to know you better. After all, you're Marc's girl, and since Marc is family, it's like you are part of my family too. What a terrible sister I would be if I did not care for you."

Her words were warm, and Phoenix forced herself to take a few sips of her water and to put the glass on the table. JM was fascinated by her hair, so he held onto her locks and pulled on them. It did not bother Phoenix, who found herself smiling to herself and rubbing the back of the child. Was she family? Christie was trying to show up for her and let her know that she could count on her, too. Debbie was family, and in Phoenix's heart, she would always be her sister, but Bianchi was also welcoming her to her big family, accepting her as being worthy of having a big family too. of belonging somewhere and to some people.

" I am honoured that you think of me as family. I am glad you thought of me, and for the record, Marc is talking to me. I don't have to work hard to get an answer from him." -She chuckled and pressed JM's head against her chest as the child was finally losing his battle with sleep-

"Pfftt and now you're flexing on me." -Bianchi laughed and then came back to the living room with her cup of coffee...- "But it's good. I am glad that you guys communicate well. It means Marc is comfortable with you. Look, I think I should come clean to you. When Marc brought up the topic of his hot neighbour, I had to look you up. I noticed that you've been in the USA for two years, matching the time you arrived in Detroit. You've been there before, but on tourist visas." 

"That's correct." 

"At first, I was a bit surprised that there was not a lot of presence online before you arrived in Detroit. I was very suspicious of you, but I could not bring it to Marc, not until I had vetted you."

"Understandable. What did you find, then?"

"You've worked for the Belgian secret services. Obviously, I could not have access to your files, but your presence was confirmed, and your former supervisor spoke highly of you. Your work helped not only Belgium but also a few African countries and the USA. Your records are squeaky clean, and you were even awarded a medal. He assured me that you never worked in the field, but you received some training."

"It's been a lifetime ago, Christie. I can see that you wanted to know why I moved to the USA. I needed a change. I needed something bright. My previous work was extremely stressful, and I was confronted with the hideous side of mankind. I needed to have hope again. I worked on intelligence, I never took lives, but I saw first-hand the horrors of the war."

"I see. I tried to look up further in your past. All I could find was that you were born in Congo. That you are an orphan, and you went into the Belgian foster care system." 

Bianchi narrowed her eyes, observing Phoenix's reactions to her words. These were the truth, breadcrumbs she could not hide and did not want to. While she joined the Belgian secret services, the truth was that it was her cover. She was working for the Guild, taking on missions on their behalf while maintaining the perfect cover of a secret agent from the Belgian Services.  She pinched her lips together and pressed a kiss to JM's forehead. Her hands trembled, and Bianchi noticed it.  Deep down, the teacher was scared of Bianchi wanting to look further into her and uncovering her lies by doing so. 

"Also true. What is it that you want to know?" -her voice tried to remain neutral, but it cracked, and she licked her bottom lip to try and keep her composure-

"Is there something that I should know that you are not telling Marc?"

"Yeah... I can't bring myself to talk about it, but I guess that since you've looked into me, I might as well tell you the truth. Marc only knows that I have been a headhunter; I used to connect people together. It is true in the sense that part of my job in the secret services was to bring the right people to the right places, for testimonies, for witness protection, for plea deals with the DA... I did not specify what I was doing because I simply couldn't discuss the cases I worked on.  I did not want to lie to him, but I am trying to distance myself from that work and the shit I saw there. " -She took a deep breath- 

"Phoenix.. I'm sorry..." Bianchi put her hand over her mouth. She put the coffee on the table and sat next to Phoenix on the sofa.-

"I will tell him when I am ready. I also did not tell him the shit I endured in foster care. Does he really need to know the horror stories I have? He knows about the whip scars on my back. From childhood until adulthood, I was punished for any mistake I made.  I was raised for perfection, and I failed every single time, and they reminded me, every. single. time. I did not tell him about my first time...about the other times that followed, because what's the point in bringing that up? I was a tool, a plaything for my foster parents. I was a pretty doll that was anything they wanted me to be. I was an orphan; nobody loved me, so it was easy to take advantage of me. I never had a family, and the only man I fell in love with faked his own death instead of breaking up with me, after years of sweet-talking me about a future together. I can't tell Marc about any of this because if I do... If I do... I will break into a thousand pieces."

She ended up crying, unable to keep her tears from falling. She wanted to look strong, especially in front of her boyfriend's best friend, but she simply could not keep her tears from rolling down her cheeks. It was the truth, maybe not all of it, but it was the truth and being able to speak it broke her mind. Bianchi gently stroked her back, trying to comfort her. She felt protective of her and perceived her answers as genuine.  Bianchi squeezed her arm and pinched her lips together.

"I am sorry, Nix. I did not want to bring back awful memories. I wanted to come clean to you because it was eating at me a bit. It's just... You're Marc's first girlfriend. Before you, he hooked up with a lot of girls, and I wanted to protect him.  I wanted to know--"

"I am in love with Marc. He is my home, my safe place, and my person. I want to grow old with him, have a lovely and quiet life with Marc. Christie... Do I make him happy?"

"Uh? Why are you asking-- Yes...Yes, you do. If you did not, I would have told you."

"Would you? I hope so...I'm new to dating, new to building a life with someone else...If you knew that he was not happy, I would hope that you would tell me so I could fix things. I would hate it if he were unhappy with me. I would-"

"Hey, relax. You're doing great. He's happy, and I am happy. I'm sorry I came up strong, but it had to be done. Now now, tell me how you managed to make JM fall asleep on you?"

Phoenix looked at the little guy who was comfortably sleeping against her chest.  She used the hand that stroked the child's back to wipe her face clean. She calmed down and gave a gentle smile to Christie. After all, the blonde woman was trying to look out for her best friend, and while she came off strongly, it reassured Phoenix to know that the guild respected their word and buried her past. She managed to convince a cop of her sincerity by telling the truth and felt that she was welcomed. Bianchi took advantage of her son being asleep to actually talk about more mature issues with Phoenix. She was able to talk about her family and her love for her husband, Tony. Not one to be shy about anything, she dived deep into her sexual life, laughed about some shenanigans her child did, and curiously asked questions about Marc.  Phoenix did not give her too much info, but she assured her that Marc satisfied her beyond her expectations.  They talked so much that night fell upon them, and Phoenix decided to go back home.  Bianchi put her son to bed and walked Phoenix to her cab.  As they said goodbye, she hugged the woman as tight as she could and whispered. 

"Thank you for coming. I had a lot of fun with you today. You know you can drop by anytime you need to. Both you and Marc are welcome."

" Thank you, Christie. If you want to come to my place, well, you definitely can too. Thanks for the afternoon." 

-TBC-

TB: Another monster, another danger

The boys: Soldier boy x Sara

Sara did not like going to the Vaught Tower. It never felt like Home but rather one of those corporate meetings she often had with her marketing team. It felt impersonal, empty, and unwelcoming. However, she liked to visit Homelander and Ryan and was willing to overlook how uncomfortable she felt there.  She did not keep up with the latest developments at Vaught, but she understood that there had been a massive shift in the atmosphere. Everyone was afraid. Humans and supes alike. 

She thought that as long as she did not interfere with whatever shit was happening, she could ignore it. For the longest time, that seemed to be working for her. Today was an exception, though. She was able to see Homelander and Ryan for a couple of hours, but something came up, and her visit was cut short by the emergency. As soon as Homelander and Ryan left the tower, she was left alone in his room, and Soldier Boy broke into the place, unannounced. He was visibly upset, his jaw was tight, and his fists clenched. He yelled “Homelander,” and his voice echoed through the room, making Sara squirm and gasp. She quickly stood up, ready to use her powers to protect herself, but as soon as she saw who was in the room, her arms dropped on either side of her frame, and her fingers held onto the hem of her skirt.

“He left with Ryan an hour ago.” was all she could say. Her chest started to heave up and down, and she swallowed a lump.- “I can take a message for him, if…. You don’t mind.” - She was treading carefully. Soldier boy was known to be extremely powerful but also very volatile, and she did not want to piss him off, especially since no one could protect her.- 

“And who the fuck are you?” - His frown grew harder- 

“Sara…. Homelander’s girlfriend…. Sara Richardson, Sir.” -her breathing was sharp, but she held onto her skirt tighter- 

He blinked upon hearing her claims. Ridiculous! His…offspring, dating a black woman?  He cleared his throat and tilted his head to the side while he narrowed his eyes. In his time, exotic women were for the fucking. You had fun with them, but you never dated them. You never settled for one. So, for him, it was insulting to even imagine his "offspring" entertaining the idea of dating a black woman. He tilted his head to the right and furrowed one brow. 

“Come again!?”

“I… I’m Homelander’s girlfriend! Sara,  Soldier Boy...Sir.” -She stumbled on her words, hoping that he would not be mad at her-

“That motherfucker!!" -He yelled, lifting the corner of his upper lip- "I did not think he could hate… B--But why?” 

“Why what?” She furrowed her brows. What exactly did he want to say? In the pit of her stomach, the young woman knew exactly what he wanted to say. Her lips quivered, but she kept a strong face-

“Why is he dating you? Is it a fetish? I didn’t think he had jungle fever with all the wannabe fascist shit he’s trying to pull. Are you his pet or something?” -Each word that came out of his lips felt like a knife tearing up her flesh. She could feel his disgust, his disapproval, and perhaps some envy, too. It was confusing-

“Watch your mouth!”- She warned, angry at the mere thought that her relationship was not taken seriously-

“Or what? Are you afraid I am right? Why are you with him? Is it money? Is it fame?” -He still could not understand what he had just heard. Something stirred inside him, but he could not figure out what that was, except a deep anger that was slowly turning into blinding rage-

“I’m a fucking megastar! I don’t need Homelander for money or fame! I /chose/ to be with him.” -Her tongue was sharp now as she was heated.-

She heard a lot of things from people when her relationship with Homelander became public. They faced an onslaught of hatred and insults. Homelander was spared those insults, given how powerful he was both figuratively and politically. However, Sara got the brunt of the hatred towards them. She was at fault, a deceiver of their great lord and savior, unworthy of being his love for a myriad of reasons. Some thought she was not pretty enough. Others simply did not like the fact that she was a black woman. Some hoped Homelander would have chosen a slender woman. Sara quickly learned to behave the same way she did with her haters when she started her career: To ignore and rise above those poisonous words.  

She had to take it to her face and pretend that it did not affect her when deep down she was trying not to drown in her own fear and heartbreak. It took a while to get used to it, and perhaps some more time to completely immunize herself against these words, but in front of Soldier Boy, Sara was not sure about how it would end. If he wanted, he could snap her body in two. If he wanted, he could make her suffer a thousand deaths, and despite knowing she was Homelander's girlfriend, he would not stop himself from doing whatever he wanted to do to her. Best-case scenario, Soldier Boy killed her on the spot. Worst-case scenario, he would want to do something else, degrade her, maybe? Torture her, eventually? She did not know what to expect and slowly prepared for the worst to happen. 

“Ooohh, I see! You’re a freak like him. What’s your thing? Lasered tits? Spanking?” -His tone had changed. There still was this bubbling rage under the surface, but she could also feel a growing interest in her, in what made her special and what drove his "offsprings" towards her. Soldier Boy wanted to understand, and she was starting to notice it. the curiosity. the need to deride Homelander, the deep hatred he had for him.-

“What is wrong with you!!?” She asked in disbelief. 

Sara could feel it. Soldier boy was studying her, his green eyes focused on her like a hawk. She was beautiful. That much he could tell and admit to himself. She had the most intriguing features, with those plump lips of hers, her eyes were black, deep onyx orbs that were staring at him. Soldier Boy swallowed a lump and stroked his chin. She was hot! He could see her thick thighs, her wide hips (and guessed she had a fat ass). He could see her large breasts, all-natural like he liked them, and her long, silky black hair. He noticed her freckles, and that caught his attention.  Soldier boy tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brows. 

“What’s with your skin?” -He decided to close the distance between the two of them. He realized that she was extremely nervous, perhaps scared of him. It made him stop in his tracks and stay a few steps away from her.  Why was she scared of him? Women usually threw themselves at him in droves, and very few resisted him.  -They weren't pretty anyway, so he did not care about it- but it bothered him more and more to see that she was still very loyal to Homelander-

“What?”

“Is it a condition or something?”

“Freckles…. Why do you care?” She was defensive, protective of her body. She did not like the way he spoke about it, as if she were a freak. She also did not like the way he was looking at her.

Sara knew desire when she saw it. Something about Soldier Boy was attracted, she could tell, but Sara was not stupid. She knew he did not like Homelander and might just want to mess with his son. Rumours had it that he slept with Firecracker to get back at Homelander, as he thought they were an item. With Sara claiming to be his girlfriend, perhaps what drove him towards Firecracker was driving him towards Sara. Perhaps, he only saw her as a sex doll, someone to fuck and discard after he used her. Perhaps he did not believe that Sara could be loyal to Homelander. Either way, she did not like the way he was gawking at her and talking to her so dismissively. 

"Well, young lady, pardon my French, but I don't understand why the fuck you and Homelander are a thing. Now that I see you up close, I can see that you are a hot piece of chocolate, and I can understand why he would want to dip into you.  I also don't believe that this freak can love anyone but himself. So if he's with you, it's just sex, and if it's just sex, that means I can fuck you too."

Her reaction was immediate. She closed the distance and slapped him. It was a hard slap. A strong and hard slap that made him turn his head to the side and stroke his cheek.  He licked his bottom lip, surprised by her boldness but appreciating it all the same. She did not like to hear him claim that Homelander was just using her like a living sex-doll, and even less his proposal to fuck her too. She wasn't a slut, and she would not let him insult her. So she was not a pushover either. 

"You're bold. I give you that. Normally, anyone who lays a hand on me does not live to tell the tale." -He grunted, and she took a couple of steps back, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him- "So you're not a slut. You're not with Homelander for sex.  You claim to love him? You claim he loves you?"

"It's none of your business. If you want to kill me, do so now, but Homelander would hunt your ass and would fucking kill you! I don't deal with disrespect, and you were acting like a cunt moments ago. Now, He's not here. He asked me to wait for him and Ryan, and I want to. I suggest you leave, and I suggest you get your hands off me." -He released her waist nd she took a couple of steps back- " And for the record, even if you paid me a billion dollars, I would not cheat on Homelander, especially not with his father. I love him, and you don't have to understand. I don't have to explain myself to you. Your son loves me, and we have something genuine! so Fuck off!" 

"I don't take orders, Miss. I don't fucking take orders! Especially not from women and especially not from someone like you." -He grabbed her arm and squeezed it hard, eliciting a painful groan from Sara that quickly turned into noisy supplications- "Homelander is not here, so I could do whatever I want to do to you." -He was bruising her and fear strangled her-  "I could fucking take you right there and mark you with my scent if I wanted."

"You're an asshole....Not a rapist...Get off me!!... Please! Please.." -She cried out while wiggling to escape his grip-

There was what he wanted to see. Fear. Good old-fashioned fear. He watched her chest heave up and down, her legs shake, her eyes fill up with unshed tears. Sara was not exactly a brave person; it was the opposite. She was self-serving; she wanted to survive and was willing to do anything to stay alive. Her heart was racing against her ribcage, and he noticed that she was wetting her shirt...and it strongly smelled like milk. Milk? He released her hand as his nogging worked fast.  Was she a new mother? He had not seen a baby when he walked into the room. She did not mention a baby either. Was it her power?  He was distracted by her wet shirt, so much so that he released her wrist. 

"Is it your power?"

"No, sir.... I control gravity."

"Are you a new mother?" -She shook her head- " Side effect of your power?" -She nodded-

"Yes, Sir....when I'm afraid....When I'm aroused..." - She chose to answer truthfully as it seemed to be helping her.- "Please... don't hurt me anymore." 

"I see. I won't hurt you. I'm not that big of a dick." 

He was annoyed at her reaction to him. Annoyed and aroused at the same time. Annoyed and angry. The rage that was bubbling at the surface was threatening to spill out as Soldier Boy's hatred for Homelander only grew bigger. It was suffocating him. He groaned and quickly left the room. Sara intrigued him in a twisted way. He had to have her, not because he was attracted to her, but because he wanted to use her against his son. He knew that if he fucked her, Homelander would unravel, and he would get back at him. Besides, it would not be such a drag since Sara was hot. It annoyed him that she looked at him as if he were a monster; that part bothered him more than he wanted to admit, but he did not want to think about that or what he could do to help her change her mind. He left the floor and walked back to his quarters.  He had ammo against Homelander and decided to store the knowledge somewhere in his mind so he could use it against him later on. Oh, yes, he will.  

-TBC-