list of face claims -WIP-

• Lena Headey (Dredd)
• Charlize Theron ( the old Guard)
• Natalie Emmanuelle (The killer)
• Tony Leung ( Shang-Chi)
• Lewis Tan ( Mortal Kombat)
• Elle Fanning (Predator)
• Dakota Fanning (Viena and the fantoms)
• Mads Mikkelsen (Hannibal)
• Austin Butler ( the biker riders)
• Chance Perdomo ( Sabrina)
• Tatie Gabrielle ( Sabrina) 
• Paul Newman (cat on a hot tin roof)
• Steve Mcqueen  (une certaine rencontre)
• Mel Gibson (Machete)
• Zoe Kravitz (the Batman)
• Jack O'Connell ( Sinners)
• Wunmi Mosaku ( Lovecraft Country)
• Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje  (legionnaire)
• Ralph Fiennes ( James Bond)
• America Ferrera (Barbie)
• Tom Hiddleston (Night Manager)
• Fan Binbing (xmen)
• Bae Doo-Na (sense8)
• Chukwudi Iwuji (high evolutionary/ guardians 3)
• Amy lee (evanescence)
• Brian Cranston ( Breaking Bad)

Windora; Horrific resolve

"Frederic...."

The booming voice of the elder echoed all over the room. Still recovering, elder Roustain was hidden in a candle-lit room. He was lying on a four-poster bed with huge curtains that offered extra protection from the sunshine.  Well-protected by the darkness cast by the heavy fabric, his purple eyes stared at the vampire before him. Frederic Roustain, the powerful current head of House Roustain, was standing before him. On his immaculate pale face, where no blonde strand of his beautiful mane fell out of place, there was frustration and restlessness. Lux, as always, was the focus of his attention. Like a thorn to his side, she was always difficult to deal with. A vampire with character, A vampire who refused to settle for any suitor sent her way. It bothered Frederic to have such a strong-willed vampire in their court. It bothered him to have one with such an uncanny true form when all the others were similar. It bothered him that she was a powerful vampire, of house Adora, and because of it, she could not be forced to marry. To add insult to injury, Lux was clever and curious. She was studying their history - or so she said- and if he wasn't careful, she would quickly uncover the truth about elder Roustain. 

"Father. As you summoned me, I kneel before you."

"Frederic, finally... Do you have any updates on that Adora girl?"

Frederic's blue eyes lowered, and he stared at the floor. He could not look at his elder until he got permission, and he did not want to add to the irritation of the founding father. Of House Roustain, only the most powerful vampires were aware of the truth about Elder Roustain, which made them a handful. It was partly to protect the truth and to control who had access to it. Aurelius Adora was growing restless, perhaps because he felt the presence of the Elder. After all, Aurelius was a second-generation vampire, turned by Father Adora.  Perhaps he was far more perceptive than the newest generations of vampires, who had no idea of what an Elder truly was. Regardless of the truth, the fact that Lux was snooping around was a threat to their plan. With Aurelius on edge, it was advised not to cause a ruckus and bring suspicion to them. So they had to let her walk freely. They had to let her do as she pleased while keeping a tight watch on her. Had she been a regular vampire, there would have been no issues completing the task. Unfortunately, she was no mere vampire. She was an Adora and a powerful one at that. 

"Unfortunately, Father, she eluded us in Montana and proved to be difficult to watch."

"Difficult?" Father Roustain's voice thundered across the room, paralyzing Frederic with fear- " Has our blood been so tainted that we cannot best this Adora's spawn?"

"Father... Forgive--"

"No forgiveness for the useless roaches in our family tree. We need to know what she knows and anticipate her next move. Do not make me take over, Frederic. I have been disappointed in you, so fix it and earn my respect."

"I won't fail you this time, Father." 

How could he, when his very life was on the line? Frederic was a creature of ambitions. He wanted power, relished in the one he already had, but he definitely wanted more. He dreamed of being alone on top of the world, but he had to bide his time. The Elder was extremely powerful, far beyond Frederic's capacity. If he wanted to overthrow him, he had to be patient and plan ahead. Since the Elder did not want any harm to come to the redhead's way, Frederic thought about forcing her to marry him. If she refused any other suitors, surely, given the relationship between the Adoras and the Roustain, she would at least entertain the idea of him. Did he like her? No. He hated Lux. He desired Lux. He wanted to own her. He needed to own her. Did he love her? He despised her. He loathed her. He considered her to be beneath him, to be tamed, to be controlled, and he reveled in the idea of seeing her beautiful face contorted with the pleasure he would give her or torn by the pain he would inflict on her. Regardless of what that was, he knew that he wanted to break her, and the thought made him lick his bottom lip. It was decided. He will organize a formal meeting with Aurelius and Lux, and he will increase surveillance as well, so she does not escape their sight. .  His underling, Alex, greeted him and followed his master into the deep night.

Nixus: Controlled heat - smut-

Today was a very hot summer day, the type to make you want to dip into a pool and stay there until it's time to go to bed.  Phoenix, wearing nothing but her little red nightgown, was lying on her bed. Her hands were mindlessly roaming over her frame as she recalled the afternoon.  Earlier today, the young woman went to her large window, which opened onto the inner courtyard of the building.  Children usually went there to play together, as there were two basketball hoops. It was always pleasant to watch them laugh and yell and play sports, because the whole building became lively and warm. That afternoon, however, her neighbour came down to play with the children and thus took away all of her focus. 

As soon as she saw him, that tall, muscular guy with a tank top and grey sweatpants, she felt her legs give up on her. Her pink little tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip, and Phoenix sat in a high chair by the window to better observe the basketball match. Flynn seemed to have fun with the children, and Phoenix stared at him the whole time. She studied his face, his strong arms, his large hands. She listened to his laughs and his groans, and that allowed her mind to wander into erotic territories. The teacher did not know what gave her the strength to stay until her hot neighbour left the garden, but she was glad she did it. 

"Flynn....You looked hot today. I did not know you could look so good in sweatpants...MMhhhh...."

Her eyes were staring at the ceiling, and her teeth sank a little bit into the plump flesh of her bottom lip. During the match, as she was by the window, Phoenix had to be careful not to let her hands wander, lest she wanted to be seen by the other neighbours, but in the privacy of her room, it was another story. The woman could explore her body to her heart's content.  Phoenix could feel it, the dampness between her legs. She had soaked the fabric of her underwear and dripped down her legs.  That made her wonder. When was the last time she was turned on like this? For a long time, sex was nothing but a formality. It was part of her training and a tool to use to subdue her targets. Then she discovered self-pleasuring. Her hands explored her body, elicited reactions she never had before and soon enough, Nix knew her body by heart. She knew how to make herself feel good, how to cream on her fingers, how to writhe and blush and groan and how to make her missions feel more pleasant for her. Then she discovered love. Anton was the only man who genuinely taught her how pleasurable sex could be when you did it with someone you loved. She discovered how her body reacted to a wanted touch, how her own mind acted when she was not playing a role. With Anton, she rediscovered herself and how she felt when she was turned on by someone else. 

"Oohhh, Flynn.... If only you could come here, uf... right now... I need you." -She moaned softly, her fingers now moving with intent towards her wet little slit. -

With Marc, Phoenix realised that she could desire another man. He had always been attractive to her, from the moment she first laid eyes on him. However, what made her lose her mind over that cop was his kindness. As soon as she saw him treat his neighbours with kindness, regardless of who they were, he started to haunt her sleepless nights and erotic thirsts. He was a bona fide good guy, and she felt most attracted to that. Of course, he was handsome, and she memorised his features to best represent them in her fantasies. Fantasies of him in uniform coming home from work. He would open her door and find her on the bed, splayed and exposed to him like the dirty little girl she was. He would have a sharp look, studying her curvy frame half-covered by the nightgown, allowing his blue eyes to travel from her face to her satin-covered breasts and hard nipples poking through it. He would then let his eyes wander between her legs. And oh, the view would be everything. He would find her engorged clit, hard and standing out proudly to attention. He would find her puffy lips, wet from her juices, sensitive to her touch, and begging for his. 

"Flynn... See how wet you make me? See how needy I am?" -She panted out - "I've never been this wet for anyone before, but you... fucking you... Now you need to come over and fuck me! please.... Please..Please!" -She groaned before she thrust her hips upwards and pressed two fingers into her hungry little hole-

The heat that choked the building made her sweat already -Thanks to the AC not working properly- and only increased her own inner heat and need for her neighbour. In her fantasy, still in uniform, his cock had replaced her fingers, and he was holding onto her hips, guiding her towards his cock so she would not slip out of his hold. She imagined his hands calloused because of his job, calloused but still pleasant to the touch. She imagined his cock just the right size for her, comfortably large and long. A cock she would want to take over and over again. A cock that could make her cum just like that, because it would brush all the sensitive spots inside her, because the friction would be delicious between them, because he is perfect for her.... Perfect as is.  And the words he would say to her? Decadent, soul-melting and addictive. He would call her a good girl, praise her wet and tight pussy for taking him so well, and oh, would marvel at how hot she felt around him.  He would tell her that she needed to be punished for being so naughty and touching herself when he wasn't there, and he would squeeze her breast while she would squeeze the other. Maybe he would even put his fingers in her mouth for her to suck like it was his cock. Maybe he would pull on her hair and spank her thigh... She wanted it, she wanted it all...

"Aaahh..... Officer... right there.." 

Her voice was a whisper as Nix wasn't a screamer. She usually only groaned and grunted, and only learned that she liked to speak a bit too, when she was with Anton. She wouldn't speak all the time, but she liked to urge him on, praise him, and tease him at times. So why wouldn't she do the same with her hot cop? She wanted to, and in real life, words escaped her lips without her control. It just felt natural for Phoenix to speak to him, to voice her desire for him, and she knew that the walls of her room would protect curious ears from listening. Her muffled moans escaped her throat, and she grabbed her right leg from under its knee. She lifted it to give her better access to her cunt and went faster. The familiar wet sound of her folds being pounded by her filled her ears, and with it, again, her fantasy followed up.  This time, her hot cop had flipped her over, so she was lying on her front.  Being lazy due to the heat, Nix did not change her position, but her mind did the trick, and she was flat on her front. He would squeeze her bubbly ass, smack it and comment on how bubbly and fat it was, on how it was rippling against his pelvis, how much of a tease she was when she wore jeans or shorts, because all he could see was that ass. 

"Pull my hair, please... own me.. fucking own me, Flynn! I want to be yours! so bad!" She groaned, eyes closed, and brows furrowed as she was focused on her fantasy. 

She wanted to belong to him, not in a way that she was a property he could own, but more of a genuine connection between the two. She wanted to give in to him mentally, physically and in a way that her soul was yearning for. She wanted to trust him completely and to put her life in his hands. She wanted his kindness and softness on her, perhaps as a way to heal her broken heart or maybe as a way to taste what normalcy and genuine love could be. Either way, at this moment, Flynn became the embodiment of her deepest desires. She was well aware that the real hot cop might be very different from the fantasy she had of him, but it did not bother her. After all, these were just her naughty thoughts, not an imperative and definitely not a blueprint. It simply allowed her to know more about herself and what she wanted. It allowed her to see that she was healing and truly living for herself because she found what she wanted in life. Right now, it did not matter as she curled her fingers and hit a sensitive spot, THE spot. 

"Aaaahh! Flynn!  Yes! Yes! MMmhhhh fucking tell me I'm your good girl! fucking tell me aaahhhh!" 

She shot her eyes open after hitting a very sensitive spot and feeling a wave of pleasure crash down on her. It made her toes curl, and she had to bite her bottom lip harder to stop a scream from escaping her lips. She shook a little bit and removed her fingers from her cunt as she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Was she going to pee? At that moment, Phoenix did not know she could squirt, nor did she imagine being able to feel like this again. She chalked it up to the current heat that made her sweat and feel a bit dizzy, when in reality it was just the power of the fantasy and the position that allowed her to finger herself harder than usual. The former assassin curled up and then rolled on her front. She lay on her cheek, forced her legs to move so she would be on her knees and spread her legs so she could have access to her puffy and wet little cunt. She rubbed her clit, pressing her palm against her sensitive skin. 

In her fantasy, Flynn had grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it towards him.  She loved to think of his large hands holding onto her waist, smacking her ass and pulling on her hair. She did not mind a little bit of pain, even less when it felt good like that. She liked the idea of her hot cop pounding into her like she wasn't some delicate flower. Now was not the time. She did not want to make love; she wanted to be fucked, and her grunts and whispers of encouragement were a testament to that. She had dreams where he was slow and gentle. Dreams where they would gently kiss and savour each thrust he would give her. Dreams where she would slowly ride him, not just to bring both of them to completion but to look at him, to become one during that moment. She had those dreams, dreams of being his and making love to him like she would someone she was in love with. Dreams of being treated kindly and softly, but that evening, she did not want it. She wanted it rough. She wanted to match her appetite for something stronger, primal even... She wanted to lose her fucking mind to him, so she slipped her fingers back into her tight cunt. 

" I want to cum on your cock... Flynn... Fuck... Flynn... Pound my pussy... aahh.. Pound it... Shit!" 

This time, another wave of pleasure, more familiar, more controlled. She knew she was going to cum and did not stop. He turned her on so much this afternoon that the only thing on the teacher's mind was to be fucked by him.  She realised that she wanted to see his face, and the best position to do that was to ride him. So she lazily pulled her body back up so she could sit on her heels. Her legs were still spread open, giving her access to her sensitive pussy. She kept her balance on her hand, lay on the bed, while the other quickly found its way into her little hole.  There she simply fingered herself as hard as she could, as fast as she could, until she reached her climax in a muffled scream. She bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She got her fingers wet, and her pussy was throbbing.  Her body was shaking, and she was blushing, but Nix was happy because she saw her hot cop's face. She saw him smile at her with an intense gaze, as if he was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. That sent her over the edge, a gaze so full of love and pride that it disarmed her and she came undone.  

The hardest part came quickly after that. Usually, she liked to give her affection to her lovers. She would touch them, kiss them, cuddle them, but alone in her room, that urge had to die. She wiped her face from the sweat and the tears she cried because of the overwhelming pleasure. Nix then relaxed and let her body fall on its side on the mattress. Her breathing slowly evened out, and she rolled a little to reach the fan to turn it on. It was another night spent dreaming about the neighbour and hoping that someday, even if it was just for the night, she would be able to fuck him out of her system. Maybe these were just going to be dreams... Maybe. 

Nixus: Freaking out

Phoenix hid in her classroom. She needed a quiet place to gather her thoughts. Today seemed to be harder than expected, a test of her resolve.  Who did she think she was? A former killer pretending to be a good citizen! A former killer, eager to be loved and to love freely.  Someone who had to fight her dark urges every single day.  Phoenix wanted to be the person who chose to do good. She wanted to be the person others would turn to for comfort and help. She wanted to save lives, and she had no idea of how to do that if it did not involve the skills she learned as an assassin. A day like today almost made her feel ridiculous in her attempt to become a better person. 

First, it was that sweet student of hers who was attacked by older teenagers on his way to school. Every day, when he walked past her classroom doors, she noticed his bruised and battered body. He always passed it off as clumsiness, but she was well aware of the nature of his bruises and wounds.  Today, she decided to confront his bullies with words rather than her fists. It went just as she expected, badly. They mocked her and taunted her, and it took all of her willpower not to make them eat concrete. Instead, she gave them a lecture and a warning. She told them that the next time she found a bruise on one of her students, she would replicate it on their bodies. They laughed it off and called her a liar. One of the teens tried to swing at her, but she blocked him so effortlessly that it made him reconsider continuing his assault. The warning worked for the time being, but Phoenix knew that they would get back to bullying that poor boy in no time. This time, she chose peace over violence, but the teacher wasn't so sure about being able to do it again if they pushed their luck.

Then came the second test of the day, a deeper cut, a more personal issue. A simple question asked by a gentle student who went through her first little heartbreak. "Did someone ever break your heart, Miss Phoenix?" It was enough to bring back the memories of the betrayal. She had loved someone a long time ago. In her young mind, only /he/ could actually love her. They were of similar age and went through the same ordeal. Only /he/ could understand her, wasn't it true? Wasn't it true that he faked his death and escaped Hell without her? Wasn't it true that he sold her to the Guild and left her to endure severe punishment? In the end, he simply chose himself rather than love. She noticed her body shaking and decided that it was best to isolate herself rather than subject her student to a meltdown.  As soon as she closed the door of her classroom behind her, Phoenix rushed to her desk. She sat on her chair and put both hands on her face. Her heart was beating fast... way too fast for her liking. Her upper body was shaking, and her hands couldn't stay steady. Her lips were trembling, and tears rolled down her cheeks in an uninterrupted flow. 

The honey-haired beauty still remembered the intense pain she felt when she heard news of her lover's "passing". She still remembered grief washing over her frame, turning her bones cold and her heart into broken glass. She still remembered the scream she let out when she heard the news and how hard it was to breathe. She still remembered the rage that flooded her heart upon hearing the truth from her handlers. Anton did not die; he simply left the Guild after selling her out. She remembered the hatred that put her heart back together and renewed her desire to escape the Guild. And all these emotions came crashing down again. The stress caused by her memories made her cry in that classroom. Her solitude only became heavier in the confines of her classroom. Her mind was wrecked, and she could not think straight. If she could, Phoenix would have told herself that she was not alone, not anymore.  

Marc was there. Marc was there, with his warm and strong arms. Marc was there, with his soothing voice and his intense blue eyes. Marc was there... And if he were in the room with her, he would have helped her center herself. He would have talked to her in a soft voice. He would have stroked her hair, her shoulders, planted kisses on the top of her head, and she would have felt safe. She would have felt... Safe. Right now, her mind was shrouded in panic. She could not think straight because if she did, she would remember that her old life was behind her. She would remember that her heart was at peace when she was in his arms. She would remember that her body had stopped fighting. She would remember that she was loved. Loved.... and safe.