#olivia madden

[the-stars-in-your-eyes-if]

Care to tell some facts about the ROs?

Here you go

Diesel:

— Their family are Italians immigrants (their parents are born in France but not their grandparents)

— They have a perfect pitch

— Their family are musicians, they not only learned to play guitar but also to play piano and to sing

— They don’t remember their mother’s face, they were a toddler the last time they saw her

— They occasionally smoke

— They’re demi-ace

Roman:

— He chose to specialize in sciences instead of literature and arts in high school (his friends are still very disappointed)

— He loves his mother to the moon and back and wants to make her proud

— He’s in an open relationship with Isra but he doesn’t want to date anyone else

— He doesn’t feel an once of jealousy

— He’s a smoker

Isra:

— They thought they were a lesbian before meeting Roman, she likes to say she’s 98% gay and 2% straight

— She’s the youngest of three children

— Their parents are lawyers, it’s the family business

— She had a hard time to find a band they truly had harmony and osmosis with

— MC wants her to be the co-lead singer but Isra likes her place at the moment

— She doesn’t drink nor smoke

Archie:

— He doesn’t feel comfortable in front of cameras, he’s not the socially comfortable type

— Music is vital to them

— He would rather jump from a moving car than talk about his family and where he comes from

— They are very tactile, they love to hug their friends and to share a bed with them (in a platonic way)

— He has no problem to give love and to show affection but it’s hard for him to accept other’s love (they deeply believe they don’t deserve it)

Cal:

— He loves his job, he sometimes forgets to take time for himself

— He’s trans and ace

— When he was younger, he wanted to be a movie director

— He knows being too close to his clients isn’t a good idea but he likes the band

— He has a resting bitch face and doesn’t smile a lot but when he does, it’s a genuine smile and it warms up the room <3

— He always has a neutral tone, he doesn’t show a lot of emotion. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just the way he is

Max:

— They are friendly and tend to speak loudly

— They work very hard to be the best and to take their band to the top

— They don’t come back in France often so they don’t visit their parents a lot but they call each other at least once a week

— They love the camera and sharing stuff to social media

— They draw and they are good at it

— They are a loyal friend

Ollie:

— Ollie has a golden heart

— She became a mom at a young age

— If her parents weren’t there to help during her first years of motherhood, she would have had an abortion (which she really didn’t want to do)

— She doesn’t know a lot about the music world but she loves to listen to her child talking about their favorite band

— She doesn’t hold a grudge against her child’s father

Kat:

— She doesn’t know what a "normal" life is

— She was born in France

— She barely remember any French words

— Even if she’s quite humble considering her fame, she tends to be a princess: she likes her comfort

— She met Athena at a fashion show

— She isn’t fake polite, she won’t hesitate to call out your bullshit and she doesn’t run from a fight. You do not want to be her enemy

Athena:

— She was worshipped her whole life, she believes it’s a standard

— She knows she hold some power and she likes it

— She is confident and can be arrogant, people calls her the "goddess of music" of course she will act as if she is

— She overshadows her band mates and she hates it: they are as talented as she is and they deserve the same recognition (she often puts them under the spotlight during interviews)

[galeriepumpkin]

« 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑? »

[mbsanandreas13]

🧡 good morning 🖤

🤎 “Thanksgiving and football. Some things just go together greatly.” - John Madden 🤎

🤍 happy thanksgiving y’all! Hope you enjoy ur thanksgiving with ur friends, family and loved ones and even eat some good food as well! Sending everyone much love and happiness! Kylie is perfoming at the Macy’s thanksgiving day parade today as well! She’s on the Lego float where she’ll be performing. 🧡

[lavnmoon]

hey babes ! If you’re a bff from twitter hi again glad you could make it <33 if you’re new that’s amazing welcome !!! idk what im doing. i’ve been a silent tumblr user for a long time, so if anyone has pointers please lmk 😭

i’d love to find new friends !!

[ciegeinc]

CIEGEINC’s X-MEN DREAMCAST

Cyclops - Richard Madden or Alan Ritchson

Gambit - Ben Barnes or Matt Bomer

Wolverine - Tom Hardy or Karl Urban

Iceman - Jamie Bell

Rogue - Margot Robbie

Storm - Anna Diop

Jean Grey - Jessica Chastain

Psylocke - Olivia Munn

Angel - Neil Jackson or Harris Dickinson

Nightcrawler - Dev Patel, Rami Malek or Jamie Campbell Bower

Beast - Sam Richardson

Colossus - Florian Munteanu

Magneto - Thomas Kretschmann

Professor X - Mark Strong

Cable - Stephen Lang

[tooswcctx]

@luriddaze ( Olivia Koenig & Wyatt Madden ) cont'd from here.

“you’re right. someone has to be the first victim. we’d just have to hope it would be neither of us.” wyatt remarked with a playful pout before he broke back into a goofy smile that was pretty much a trademark for him. “i always scream at those guys in horror movie, but maybe it’s because i see a bit of myself in them.” he responded with a shrug of his shoulders. wyatt couldn’t help but be flattered by olivia saying he would have intense fans, finding her faith in him to be really endearing. after all, in his eyes, he was just a nerdy comic book guy. “we’ll give those buzzfeed guys a run for their money, huh?” wyatt joked before breaking out into a smile. “i think a few of our friends already ship us and honestly? i could use a new hobby, so i don’t see that as a bad thing at all, actually.” 

"Fingers crossed." Liv agreed, quite literally playing along by lifting her hand and doing just that. It really would suck to be the first one and not realize what horrible atrocities would befall the human race after....or maybe it wouldn't. Maybe that would be best to be blissfully unaware of everything you missed out on. Laughing, she nodded her head, taking another drink of her whiskey ginger. "Oh yeah, you see them and want to yell while also telling yourself you'd be different. Am I right?" She had a feeling she was even if Wyatt didn't admit it. "Shane and Ryan? Oh, hell yeah. They might have pretty cool fan names but that doesn't mean they're better." Even though, if she was being honest, Liv did enjoy watching their stuff. "Seriously?" she asked, genuinely confused. Had she missed a memo or something? "If you want to come on the show in a more permanent position, I won't say no but I have no idea what you're talking about when it comes to friend's shipping us. I must have missed something."

[lunarcovehq]

VERONICA BISHOP (ELLA PURNELL) IS LOOKING FOR...

Connection: Sibling(s) (0/2)

Suggested Name: UTP, last name Bishop

Age Range: 28-35

Species: Preferably Human, though possibly turned into a vampire or werewolf after October 2023

Suggested FCs: Needs to look like they could be Ella Purnell's sibling. Some suggestions: Francois Arnaud, Olivia Cooke, Kit Harington, Jenna Coleman, Natalia Dyer, Richard Madden, Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Connection Description:

Your character grew up with Ronnie in Darien, Connecticut, to the wealthy Henry and Josie Bishop, and had a very cushy up-bringing. Their parents were distant and best at showing affection through gifts, not attention. While your character was definitely spoiled, there was no doubt that the family youngest, Ronnie, was even moreso.

Perhaps your character's relationship with Ronnie is soured. Maybe they didn't approve of her attitude or the way she behaved, or maybe they just thought she was a brat. Honestly, your character could have just been indifferent, too focused on their own life to really care about forming relationships with their entitled family. Maybe your character and Ronnie actually got along rather well in their childhood

It's likely that no matter what, however, that your character and Ronnie (and a third sibling! whoever they may be) grew apart, and weren't really in contact for a while.

At the end of April, 2023, Ronnie went missing from her apartment in New York, and, a few days later, a crime scene was found with enough of her blood for investigators to rule that she'd been murdered. Your character's family mourned as much as they knew how.

However, something didn't seem quite right, and, somehow, your character found out that their sister might actually be alive out there somewhere. Which led them to Lunar Cove, the last safe place for supernaturals in the world, and the most likely place to find Ronnie, for better or for worse.

Please be sure to contact the player before applying:

Virginia is available for DMs on @itsronniebish!!

[oliviaculpofashionblog]

What: Steve Madden Mana Boots - £129.99. And HERE in Black for 89,00€ Where: Instagram Pic - April 12, 2023

Worn with: Golden Goose jacket

[stylestream]

Olivia Molly Rogers | Eliya The Label dress • Steve Madden pumps | Instagram | 2023

[sneekpeekinspired]

03x03

Steve Madden Plisse Pant Set Pink - $29.99

Alice + Olivia Sherryl Sequin Jacket - $176

ASOS DESIGN body chain in fine dot-dash design in gold tone - $6,90

ASOS Ultimate Body Chain - $15,60

Bebe ROSALYN - EUR 80,79

[driptape]

relationships part whatever

[mirohlayo]

Could you do something about the drivers' new girlfriend who is obsessed with the reader? Who is the driver's ex-girlfriend? and eventually the driver's and reader end up together again. (a little inspired by Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo

Hello !! I really struggle to choose between the drivers but I ended up choosing Lando (it's no longer surprising). Hope this suits your request, enjoy ! ᥫ᭡

OBSESSED

( when your ex' new girlfriend become obsessed with you, you know you have win everything. )

warning : angst, fluff, some toxic behavior, like two innuendos

note : sorry to all the Maddie it's just the first name that came up on my mind 🫰

word count : 1.9k

You're sure this whole thing has been going on for a few weeks now. And you don't know when it's going to end. It's been several weeks since your relationship with your ex-boyfriend Lando ended. And he's had a new girlfriend for several weeks now.

Sitting in front of a table on a terrace, near the Mclaren building in the paddock, you can't help but stare at your ex and the brunette girl in his arms, walking hand in hand along the path. Her long hair styled in a magnificent bun, her model figure, her confident walk.

You can't help but imagine yourself in his place. Because after all, a few weeks ago, it was you in this place. It was you who walked alongside Lando, who came to support him on all his races, who was proudly in love with him. And his new girlfriend simply replaced you. Because she is also the reason for your breakup.

Everything was perfect in your relationship. You were madly in love with each other and incredibly happy. He gave you the world and in return you gave him everything he couldn't have dreamed of. You were simply soulmates, made for each other. Until this brunette comes and ruins everything.

You knew she was friends with Lando. However, it was absolutely no problem for you. She's not the first girl he's had as friends and you can't deny the fact that you have a few guy friends as well. You trusted each other with your eyes closed so there was nothing to worry about her.

But when she started to interfere in your life, your personal relationship, when she started to get closer to Lando at a maddening speed and when she stole his precious time so that you remained the one who finally spent less time with him, you knew there was a big problem.

And that this problem is indeed her.

It's as if the roles had been reversed, and in the end you gradually became a simple friend, while she in turn became his new girlfriend. You couldn't take it anymore, even though Lando tried to reassure you about her and her actions.

He himself didn't want her.

But it was so suffocating that you finally put an end to it. You knew that at the time of your separation, when you said those words to him that broke his heart into a million pieces, you still had powerful feelings for each other, but love isn't everything.

And here you are now in this situation. You being his ex, staring at him and his new girlfriend when you just came to support the Mclaren driver. Lando has publicly announced that you have remained on good terms and are good friends, which is why you sometimes come to the races. But the reality is there: you don't even look at each other once.

Because if Lando does, he knows he won't be able to let you go. And if you do, you won't be able to hold back either.

“Huh, what is she doing here again?” Maddie, the driver's new girlfriend, mocks your presence as her vicious gaze glares at you. "Hmm ?" Lando frowns, curious. He tries to follow Maddie's gaze, and his eyes end up landing on the woman he deep down still hopes will always be his.

“I already told you to forbid her from coming to the races.” She adds. The driver rolls his eyes and sighs, not taking his gaze away from you. It seems that you are strangely attracted to your phone. "I know, but... we're still friends, she has every right to com-" "Friends? You don't even talk to each other, and it's even she who decided to break up with you."

Lando clenches his fist and his jaw. “And because of whom do you think?” He looks at her coldly, while Maddie can feel a deep fury just by looking at his eyes. She was about to retaliate when suddenly Lando fans came to surround you. "Y/N!! I love you, can I take a picture with you?"

You slowly raise your head, surprised to see three young girls smiling pleasantly at you, waiting for a response from you. You finally realize the situation, and you show them your biggest sincere smile. It warms your heart, knowing that despite the hate you received after breaking up, there are still people there to support you.

Of course, they may be fans of your ex, but the fact remains that they are all simply adorable, and you can't help but be grateful to them, because after all these people support the boy that you love so much.

“Thank you so much, sweethearts” You can't help but giggle and even chat a little with these girls. But while you're enjoying this intimate moment, you obviously can't notice Maddie's dark and unhealthy gaze on you. She kills you with her gaze, while jealousy takes over her entire being.

For what ? Why can't she be like you? Why can't she be you? What does Lando like about you? What can she do to be like you? She would lose her mind. She scrutinizes each of your actions. She records each of your actions and gestures in order to copy them with the exact same precision.

It's toxic but she can't help it, for her it's vital and essential. She is obsessed with you, with everything you do, with your whole person. You're her current boyfriend's ex, and she knows how much he's still in love with you, so she's trying any way she can to be like you. She just wants to be better than you. But she can't.

And you know she can't. Just look at the way Lando looks at you, eyes full of love and admiration, as you listen attentively to the fans in front of you. Lando himself knows, no girl will be like you.

-

"No but seriously, she's doing it again!! Is this the how manyth time this week?" Your best friend is almost going to tear her hair out. Maddie's latest Instagram post has the exact same types of photos you posted last week, and her stories are identical to yours. You sigh, running your hands over your face. “Look, maybe she didn’t do it on purpose, it’s probably a coincidence.” You try to convince yourself.

"A coincidence? You still manage to defend your ex's new girlfriend while she does everything to discredit you!" Your best friend looks completely hopeless as she plops down on the couch in your hotel room. “Don’t tell me otherwise, Y/n. She’s wearing the exact same outfit as you in her post.”

“Maybe we just have the same taste in clothes, we don’t know.” Your best friend looks at you with empathy. She gets up from the couch and places her hands on your shoulders, caressing them gently. "Look Y/n, I know you're way too nice to be mad at anyone. But this girl is so obsessed with you, it's super toxic and unhealthy."

You can't deny your friend's words. In recent weeks, she has only copied you and used the same expressions and facial expressions as you. She only hints at you. Why is she so obsessed with you when you don't care about her?

It eats you from the inside. You've been thinking about it lately and it's almost sickening. Your best friend seems to have noticed it too. "I know what you need. I'm going to buy your favorite snacks and we're going to have a relaxing evening together tonight, okay?".

She does not wait for your approval since you already know you have no choice. And without another word, she rushes out of the hotel to go buy your favorite snacks. “What a life…”, you sigh before opening your phone again, coming face to face with Maddie’s latest insta post.

As you were about to open the comment section, you heard voices raised. As if two people were arguing with each other. You remain paralyzed for a moment, before finally continuing what you were starting to do. But as soon as you go back to your phone, the voices continue to shout and be heard louder and louder.

Panic rises within you. Maybe there is a real problem after all? You approach the door of your room to try to hear better, but without being aware of it you end up opening it, opening onto the long empty corridor upstairs.

Listening carefully, you know that the voices are coming from the room directly across from yours. But you also, and unfortunately, recognize Lando's voice. You can recognize it among thousands of voices, and you are sure that the male voice is him.

A higher pitched, more feminine voice mixes with the driver's voice. Without realizing it, you are now standing a few centimeters from their hotel room, facing the door. But you can hear perfectly what they say to each other. Despite their voices muffled by the walls, you manage to make out a few sentences.

“I mean, why are you so obsessed with her?” Lando shouts even louder. He's really fed up. "I'm not obsessed with her Lando!!" "Oh, so why are you trying to copy everything she does? Why do I always see you stalking her social media, location and contacts?" He continues to rise.

This last sentence makes her speechless. “She broke up with you, so I’m looking at her social media to find out why” Lando lets out a mocking laugh. Did he hear correctly? "Because you still haven't understood that it's because of you that she broke up with me? It's all your fault but you continue to play blind!!".

Lando's furious voice brings silence to their hotel room. It seems Maddie has stopped screaming. "I should never have accepted this PR stunt. I would have received hate but at least I could have been with Y/n right now, with the woman I truly love with all my heart and not a girl who is hopelessly obsessed with a woman much better than her.”

Several minutes of silence follow, but the din of your heartbeat seems to echo throughout the hallway. They were arguing about you. The reason for their argument is you. And Lando talked about you. He confessed information you didn't even know. That you didn't know.

He still loves you, and the whole damn new girlfriend thing is really just a PR stunt. So, everything is clear now.

You gradually regain consciousness, but the bedroom door suddenly flies open, Lando stands in front of you looking completely furious. But when his gaze falls on you, his body language shows that he is already relaxing a little more.

“Oh, Y-Y/n…” You lower your head, ashamed that he surprised you like this. He's not sure what to say as an awkward silence settles. “Did you…hear what we said?” You clear your throat, avoiding his gaze. "You were screaming so...yes. I heard everything." “Oh, okay…”

He scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed and very uncomfortable. “Maybe we should talk then” He suddenly offers and you lift your head to nod. "Yes, that would be better. In my hotel room if you want."

You both go back to your room, and Lando sits directly on the couch, while you join him by sitting a little further away, leaving a reasonable distance between you.

“I meant it. I meant every word I said, Y/n.” You nod to encourage him to continue. "Of course I think Maddie is completely obsessed with you and you must have realized that." He plays with his fingers nervously as he lowers his head. "But I also meant the fact that I still love you. So much. I'm still so in love with you that it hurts me to know that I can't wake up next to you anymore. I still want you so bad and I need you in my life. I know that our story doesn't have the right to end now and that it won't end until we're old and in love."

You wipe away a tear that had just formed in the corner of your eye as you take Lando's hands in yours. You can't suppress a small laugh - or rather a sob - as you smile lovingly at him. “Fucking PR stunt, huh?” He smiles shyly, his eyes watering from the tears that threaten to fall down his face.

“Yeah, fucking PR stunt and fucking crazy girl” He answers and you end up laughing softly. Your hands came up to cup his face as you moved closer to him, your hearts almost touching. "I still love you so much Lando. And I need you too. I'm sorry I broke up with you. I must have broken your heart and-"

"Don't apologize when it's not your fault, sweetheart. I should have cut ties with her a long time ago." He places a small but sweet kiss on your forehead. “I have the best girlfriend again and I have absolutely no plans to part with her.” You smile tenderly as you roll on top of him. “Good, because me neither.”

You kiss him gently on his lips, while he puts his arm around your waist and brings your head closer with his hand to deepen the kiss. He can't stop kissing your soft lips, because he missed it so much, he can't resist.

He slowly pulls away so he can just get a clear view of your face, while resting his nose on yours. “In the end I think I’m the one who’s completely obsessed with you baby.” You giggle, stealing a little kiss from him. “No need to tell me, I already knew that. A certain fake account of yours on Instagram was only watching my stories”.

He blushed violently at your words. "Fuck. Am I really a bad stalker?" “Well, not as bad as Maddie.” He bursts out laughing and tightens his embrace around you. “Good to know I'm better than that girl” He ends up diving back in for another kiss, this time more intense and more passionate.

He moans weakly as he lets himself into the kiss. Suddenly, the bedroom door bursts open to reveal your best friend. You both look at her, surprised. But to your relief, she rolls her eyes in a mocking grin and half-closes the door, before adding, "I think I'm finally going to cancel the netflix and chill and leave you to a romantic sex night."

You throw a cushion from the couch at her, but she manages to dodge. “Fuck you!” You shout at her as she continues to make fun of you. “You should say that to me, right?” Your boyfriend gives you a mischievous grin full of innuendo. You gently hit him on the chest as your best friend finally leaves, closing the door.

“Tomorrow, she is dead” You add, already thinking about what revenge you are going to prepare for her. “I think you're the one who will be dead after what I'll do to you tonight” Lando continues to add in order to tease you and despite your annoyance, you can’t help but giggle shyly. “But first, I want to cuddle you” You tell him before pecking his lips.

“I don’t ask for anything more” He ends up confessing before kissing you again, not being able to hold back the smile that forms on his lips.

After all, maybe it's true. Lando is ultimately the most obsessed with you. But as long as it's him, you know it'll never be a problem for you.

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Maryse is wearing the Miranda Vegan Leather Tiered Dress in Sapphire from Alice + Olivia ($550) & the Sarantos Pointed Toe Pump in Blue Satin from Steve Madden (on sale for $39.98)

[motherismotheringggg]

bad idea right? 🩷

summary: inspired by “bad idea right” by olivia rodrigo where the reader continues to hook up with a POS man for the plot

type: female reader x piece of shit nicholas chavez

tags: 18+, oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v unprotected sex, smutty smut smut

author’s note: these pictures have been floating around on twitter and i’m ovulating so yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, i have a few requests im working on i PROMISE but this was just something quick to take the edge off lololo

taglist: @blackynsupremacy , @hoffmansgirl , @godzillawillsaveus , @purple-1995 , @ilovecheetahchrome

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

You already came once, your body trembling and your breath staggered as your fingers tangled in Nicholas’s drenched brown locks. The strands clung to his forehead, damp with sweat and the heat radiating between your thighs. His head remained buried while his tongue moved with deliberate precision, sending shocks through your entire being.

His grip on your thighs was unrelenting, his strong hands pinning you in place as if daring you to try and escape. Each squeeze of his fingers was possessive, grounding you even as your body felt like it might float away. You squirmed under his hold, your back arching off the bed as you tried—desperately—to match the rhythm of his tongue. The need to chase your next orgasm consumed you, and you bucked your hips in defiance, seeking more friction.

But Nicholas wasn’t having it. With a low, almost teasing hum against your core, he pressed you down harder, the vibrations traveling through your body and making your toes curl. “Mmhmm,” he murmured, his voice muffled and thick with determination.

His tongue flicked and swirled with a maddening consistency, alternating between soft, teasing strokes and firmer, more focused licks that had you crying out his name. The slick sounds of his efforts filled the room, mixing with the erratic cadence of your gasps and whimpers.

“Nicholas—oh my—fuck baby I’m gonna cum again,” you choked out, your thighs trembling against his head as the pleasure built once more. He responded with a deep groan, the vibration sending another heat wave crashing over you. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, almost smug, as he doubled down, sucking gently on your swollen flesh before diving back in with relentless fervor.

Your vision blurred, and the only thing tethering you to reality was the pressure of his hands and the unrelenting rhythm of his tongue. You felt the heat coil low in your belly, tighter and tighter, until it was ready to snap again, leaving you utterly undone under his unwavering devotion.

————

You hated how good this felt. Hated that you left an amazing party—music pounding, laughter filling the air, and drinks flowing freely—just to come here. Hated that Nicholas knew your body better than you cared to admit. Hated even more that, despite texting him a week ago that he could go to hell after finding yet another girl’s earrings in his car, the moment he texted, asking you to come over so he could "explain," you didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

The worst part? You two weren’t even dating. He made that abundantly clear every time he let you stumble across little reminders that he wasn’t yours—earrings, lip gloss, a strand of hair on his jacket. He was as casual with you as he was with all the other owners of forgotten trinkets, and yet here you were. The justification was simple: Nicholas was hot. Ridiculously, unfairly, breathtakingly hot. Even your friends, who hated him on principle as good friends should, grudgingly admitted it. Over too many glasses of wine, they’d rage about how lucky he was to have ever fucked you, how you could—and should—do so much better.

But then you’d all spiral into the same conclusion: the sex was that good. If it was just sex, where was the harm? No feelings. No expectations. Just chemistry so electric it was impossible to ignore. Or so you told yourselves.

You were still stewing in that inner monologue when the Uber Black he sent—a sleek Cadillac Escalade with more legroom than you’d ever need—pulled up in front of his house. He hadn’t even come to get you himself. Typical. Still, the luxury ride felt like a taunt, a reminder of his carelessness and charm rolled into one.

He stood at the screen door, waving like you hadn’t been here a dozen times before, as if this wasn’t familiar territory. The audacity made you clench your jaw. “Probably thinking of the wrong bitch, Nicholas,” you thought bitterly, stepping out of the car and walking the path up to his front steps. He disappeared into the house before you reached the door, leaving it open but not bothering to greet you. At least the Uber waited until you stepped inside before driving off.

When you entered, he was coming from the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand and a pack of peanut butter crackers in the other. His acid-wash cut-off tee clung to his broad shoulders, exposing arms that looked freshly pumped, veins prominent against the taut muscle. His light-wash jeans sat low on his hips, almost too low, and his damp brown hair suggested he’d either just showered or worked out. Either way, he looked like sin incarnate, and you hated that you noticed.

“How was the party?” he asked casually, handing you the water without meeting your eyes.

“It was fine,” you lied, taking the bottle. The party had been incredible—exactly what you’d needed to blow off steam—but you hadn’t been able to enjoy a second of it. Your eyes were glued to your phone, heart racing every time the screen lit up, desperate for a text from him.

“How drunk are you?” he asked, throwing himself onto the couch. His legs spread wide, a deliberate display of arrogance and ease that made your knees weak.

“I only had a little at the pregame and one drink at the party,” you replied, keeping your tone neutral as you settled on the couch, purposefully keeping a distance. You hoped—prayed—he’d close it.

He flipped through channels on the TV, silent, as if your presence was a background noise he barely registered. No apology. No explanation. Just… silence. The minutes dragged on. You finished the water, ate the crackers, slipped off your shoes and jacket, and still, he hadn’t said a word.

Your patience thinned. You pulled out your phone and started to scroll through Twitter, but the persistent 10% battery notification kept popping up, breaking your focus.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked finally, your tone sharp. You wanted him to feel the same irritation bubbling in your chest, the frustration of being somewhere you weren’t entirely wanted.

His eyes narrowed, the faintest flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “It’s in the bedroom,” he said flatly, clicking off the TV and standing. “I was gonna head to bed anyway.”

He didn’t wait for you, heading up the stairs without a backward glance. You hesitated, annoyance burning hotter in your chest, but you followed. What choice did you have?

He veered into the bathroom as you continued into the bedroom. Plugging your phone into the charger, you sat on the edge of the bed, hands in your lap. The tension in the air was suffocating. You thought you came over for sex, for the magnetic pull he always had on you. But now, sitting there in the quiet, it felt different. Wrong.

What the fuck was his problem?

He came into the room and turned on the lights. The glow immediately shifted the atmosphere—it was that deep, sultry red, the kind that made every surface in the room look warmer, more intimate. He had those color-changing bulbs, the ones you teased him about being too bachelor pad, but right now, they worked. When he asked Alexa to turn them on, the tone in his voice was smooth, commanding, and it sent a small shiver through you.

You crossed your arms, not ready to let the tension fizzle. “Why did you call me here?” you asked abruptly, your voice cut through the sexual tension he built.

He turned, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. “Why did you come?” The pause before his reply was deliberate, calculated, like he wanted to see if you’d flinch first.

“You’re so full of shit, Nick, you know that?” The words came out hot, but your tone wavered somewhere between anger and exhaustion.

“You’re using me like I’m using you,” you continued, “so let’s not pretend we’re here to ‘talk it out.’ But if you’re gonna pull me from a party, the least you could do is wait at the fucking door.”

He didn’t react right away. His dark eyes followed you, studying your every move, every flicker of emotion on your face. Finally, he straightened up, stepping toward you with that maddening, cocky stride. “I didn’t have to beg,” he said coolly, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You would’ve come anyway.”

And then he was in front of you, so close that the heat of him felt tangible. He tilted your chin up with a gentle touch, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“But you’re right,” he said, softer now, his lips barely curved into a smile. “And I’m sorry.”

His brown eyes held yours, and you hated the way your chest tightened in response. The way his apology, half-hearted as it might have been, still made you want to fold. You felt a traitorous flutter below as his gaze lingered.

“I can make it up to you,” he murmured, his smirk growing. Before you could form a reply, he pulled back just enough to whip off his shirt with a single hand, the movement fluid and practiced.

You bit the inside of your lip, unable to stop your eyes from wandering. Nicholas wasn’t just hot—he was infuriatingly perfect. His body was sculpted, all broad chest, chiseled abs, and a taut, defined core. You wanted to stay mad, but it was impossible not to admire the view.

Your hand reached out instinctively, pressing against his stomach to keep some distance between you, but the firmness under your palm only made your thoughts scatter. “Are you really sorry?” you asked, and your voice betrayed you with its softness.

He dropped to his knees with a deliberate slowness, his lips brushing against your neck before trailing to the delicate curve of your collarbone. His tongue lingered there, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you really care?” he murmured, the words slipping out between kisses and lazy licks.

You opened your mouth to respond, but it dissolved into a shaky exhale when his hands slid up your thighs, his touch sure and possessive. In one fluid motion, he hooked his fingers into your sparkly stockings and thong, pulling them down with an ease that left you breathless. He never broke contact, his lips still grazing your skin as your breath hitched.

“Scoot back,” he commanded softly, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a promise you couldn’t ignore.

You did as he asked, shifting onto the bed until your back rested against the cool sheets.

“Lay down.”

There was no hesitation in his tone, and again, you complied, your pulse quickening as you watched him. He kissed his way up your thighs, moving deliberately, taking his time with each press of his lips against your skin. You clenched your fists in anticipation, your heart pounding as he drew closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

But then he stopped, hovering just inches away. The pause was excruciating, the air thick with tension. You propped yourself up on your elbows, desperate to see what the hold-up was, only to find him looking up at you with that infuriating smirk.

“Hard to hate me now, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with smugness.

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some shred of dignity, but before you could respond, his tongue found you, gliding across your folds with a precision that sent shockwaves through your body.

You were already wet—God, you hated how ready you were for him—and he noticed. The deep, guttural moans that rumbled from him as he tasted you made your legs tremble. Each movement of his tongue was calculated, intentional, drawing out noises from you that you couldn’t suppress even if you tried.

The annoyance you’d felt moments ago melted away, replaced with an all-consuming heat. Nicholas had you unraveling, and the worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

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You were coming down from your second orgasm, body trembling, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. The intensity of the moment left your legs weak, barely able to hold you up. Nicholas, still standing tall, reached out to steady you, his grip firm yet gentle. Your knees buckled slightly, and he chuckled low, the sound dripping with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

“I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding with a light chuckle.

You hated how hot that sounded, how it made your stomach flutter despite the exasperation you felt at his confidence. But you didn’t have long to dwell on it because his hands were already moving, cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted with the hunger in his eyes. He kissed you deeply, his lips claiming yours with a slow intensity that made your toes curl.

When he pulled back, he didn’t waste time. His hands gripped the hem of your black baby tee, yanking it off in one swift motion. The cool air hit your skin, but the warmth radiating from him kept you from feeling cold. His eyes raked over you with a predatory gaze before he spoke, his voice low and firm.

“Take off your skirt and get in whatever position you want.”

The sheer boldness of his tone made your breath catch, his suave command both infuriating and intoxicating. You rolled your eyes slightly, but the corner of your lips twitched in a smirk. Before you obeyed, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss. This one was all heat, your lips moving against his with purpose. Your hands roamed down his body, fingers trailing over his toned chest before stopping at his nipples.

You pinched them lightly, earning a sharp inhale from him. He winced, but a grin quickly followed, spreading across his face as he kissed you back.

Your hands moved lower, fingers deftly undoing his belt and the button of his pants. You leaned in close, letting your breath tickle his ear as you whispered, “Take them off.”

Nicholas didn’t hesitate. His pants hit the floor in one smooth motion, and when you dropped to your knees in front of him, you were eye level with the evidence of his arousal. His member strained against the fabric of his briefs, the sight alone making you bite your lip.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband and slowly tugged them down, letting his length spring free. You took a moment to admire him, the thickness and length both impressive and intimidating. Instead of diving straight in, you started soft, pressing kisses along his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under your lips.

When you finally took him in your mouth, his reaction was immediate. His head fell back, a deep moan escaping his lips as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. You traced the veins along his shaft with your tongue, savoring the way his body responded to every movement. His hands found their way into your hair, fingers threading through your tight, coily curls.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

You felt his hips begin to move, small, involuntary thrusts into your mouth. Before he could take control, you pulled back slightly, your hand wrapping firmly around his base to still him. He let out a surprised laugh, his chest heaving as he looked down at you with a mix of awe and frustration.

“You’re so nasty I fucking love it,” he muttered.

You didn’t respond, instead taking him deeper into your throat. The sound of your gagging filled the room, and it only seemed to spur him on. His moans grew louder, more guttural, his hands tightening in your hair as he struggled to keep from losing control.

But Nicholas wasn’t one to be outdone. Before you could push him any further, he pulled you up with a strength that left you breathless. His lips crashed into yours, his kiss messy and desperate, tasting himself on your tongue.

In one swift motion, he turned and pushed you onto the bed. You instinctively got on your knees, arching your back in a way that had him muttering something you couldn’t quite make out, though the hunger in his tone was unmistakable. He knelt behind you, his large hands grabbing your ass as he lowered his mouth to your core.

His tongue was relentless, licking and teasing you from behind, the sensation making you cry out. When he finally slid inside you, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that had both of you gasping.

You were soaked, your body offering no resistance, yet the tightness still made him pause for a moment to adjust. His hands gripped your hips as he began to move, his pace steady and controlled. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, your moans filling the room as he buried himself deeper.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

His movements were hypnotic, his pace unyielding as he built you up again, your body responding to him as if it were made for this.

Nicholas’s hands gripped your waist firmly, his fingers pressing into your skin with a possessive strength as he pulled you upright. Your back collided with his broad chest, the heat of his body radiating against yours. Every ridge and contour of his toned frame was pressed into you, the connection intimate and unrelenting. His hips didn’t falter, his thrusts angling deeper, making you gasp as your head fell back against his shoulder.

His hand slid up your body, tracing a line from your hip to your chin. He tilted your face toward him, his fingers gentle yet commanding. The kiss he gave you was slow, deliberate, and maddeningly intimate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss meant to heighten the heat of the moment—it was the kind that left you breathless, spinning, and vulnerable. His lips moved against yours with a purpose that felt like a promise, one you weren’t sure you should believe.

"You’re my favorite," he murmured against your lips, the words low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

The admission stirred something deep inside you, though it was tinged with frustration. You of course knew there were others—there had always been whispers, fleeting glances, and the occasional name dropped in conversation. Yet the way he said it, the way his voice cracked ever so slightly, made you feel singular, special, irreplaceable.

Before you could dwell on the thought, his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your throbbing clit with precision. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The combination was overwhelming, your moans spilling out unbidden, loud and unabashed.

"Let it out," he coaxed, his breath hot against your ear, his voice dripping with encouragement. "I know, baby."

His words sent another wave of pleasure through you, his thumb and fingers working you with infuriating skill. “Tell me how you like it,” he growled, his tone rough, demanding, yet tender.

“Nicholas,” you whimpered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “I need you so fucking bad baby,” you managed to gasp, your voice breaking as the pleasure became too much to bear.

He chuckled low, his thrusts growing deeper, each one more deliberate than the last. “I’m here baby, I’m yours” he murmured, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. “Even if I tried, I couldn’t find anyone that feels as good as you.”

The vulnerability in his tone shattered the last of your defenses. That confession, paired with the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, became your undoing.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum Nicholas I - ”

“Wait for me,” he interrupted, his voice tight with restraint. “We’ll do it together. Hold out for me, baby.”

It took every ounce of willpower to obey, your fingers clutching the sheets as you teetered on the edge. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate, and when he finally whispered, “I’m ready,” it was all you needed.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as you shattered around him. Every nerve in your body ignited, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Nicholas groaned deeply, his hands gripping your waist as he followed you over the edge, his movements erratic and frenzied as he spilled into you.

You collapsed onto the bed, your chest heaving, legs trembling uncontrollably. Nicholas followed you down, his weight comforting as he rested against you for a moment. He pressed a trail of gentle kisses along your shoulder, up the back of your neck, his lips lingering as he whispered, “So good,” his voice now soft, affectionate, and full of unspoken emotion.

After a few moments, you wriggled out from under him, mumbling something about needing the bathroom. Your legs wobbled as you made your way across the room, and when you returned, you saw that Nicholas had laid out your favorite sleep shirt—the oversized one you kept at his place for nights like this. The thoughtful gesture brought a small smile to your lips, but it faded when you noticed his phone resting on the nightstand, its screen lit up with a missed call.

You didn’t think much of it until the phone buzzed again. This time, a girl’s name you didn’t recognize flashed across the screen. A flicker of annoyance crept in, but you quickly rejected the call, not ready to let it intrude on the moment.

Slipping on the shirt, you climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over you. Nicholas turned toward you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Come here,” he murmured, his tone drowsy but content, his voice still carrying that edge of affection that made it hard to stay guarded.

Despite the lingering curiosity—and the faint sting of the call—you let yourself melt into his warmth. For now, at least, you decided to hold onto the fleeting perfection of the moment.

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closed starter: @luriddaze​ ( Olivia Koenig & Wyatt Madden )

Olivia watched in amusement as some girl was busy trying to impress Wyatt at the bar, entertained for a little while until he made his way back over to their booth. “Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying,” she teased, laughing a little as she slid the drink she’d ordered for him in his direction.

[jpitha]

Mercenaries

In the end, it wasn't about what the humans could do that the other sapient groups could not, it was about what the humans were willing to do.

The Gren war was a war of conquest. They had decided that they needed more room.

All of the races of the Coalition had similar environmental needs - the fact that they could live and work together was why there was a Coalition at all. The humans lived at one end of the habitable scale - higher gravity, more varied and intense weather, seasons - while the Sefigans lived at the other. The Gren occupied a space somewhat in the middle. Their word was less dense than the worlds the Humans preferred, and while they did have seasons, they were much less intense. Dex, their homeworld was older, and lighter than Earth.

The Sefigans on the other hand, evolved to thrive practically on a paradise. They had no seasons, their biomes were laughably similar, their days and nights were always exactly the same length. Outside of a few bands near the equator they didn't even have rain. Most humans that visited their world were put off by the sameness of every day. Human ambassadorial rotation was the shortest of the Coalition sapient groups - it was that maddening for them.

Seeing a ripe opportunity, the Gren launched a lightning attack two (earth) years after the humans joined the Coalition. Their large Warfinders would flash to Sefigan colony worlds, enter low orbit and demand surrender. If no surrender was forthcoming, they would bombard one or two cities and then land and take the rest with an invasion until they local authorities surrendered or were eliminated.

The human governments had decided to remain neutral. They were still the new sapient in the Coalition and didn't want to jeopardize their membership by taking the 'wrong' side. But that didn't mean that no humans fought...

****

Olivia, the leader of the group, sat down in the small Sefigan built chair - it was half again too small for her frame. It reminded her of sitting in the chairs in her niece's school. It was tough to have bravado and swagger when trying to contort into a tiny chair, but Olivia did her best.

"Commander Olivia, I still do not understand your offer." The Sefigan administrator said. The Sefigans were a small, furry species. They reminded the humans of something they called a 'teddy bear', though teddy bears did not tend to have 4 centimeter retractable claws.

"It's simple really, Administrator Wollruf. For a reasonable fee, my mercenaries and I will fight on your side. We will bring our equipment, experience and skill and fight the Gren in your name." Olivia tried to lean back, but the front legs of the chair tipped up and she swung her arms wildly to keep her balance. With a thud, the legs slammed back down and she smiled sheepishly.

Administrator Wollruf leaned forward. His office was well appointed, but small. and the humans that Commander Olivia had brought with her tended to loom. He was fascinated by the offer though. "You'll fight, for pay? Like a job?"

Olivia shrugged. "It is a job. Like any other. Some people build ships, others grow food. Me and my Obliterators?" She gestured to the two men behind her who grinned, showing their teeth "We fight."

"Why?"

"Why not? We're good at it, we like it, and it's an opportunity."

Administrator Wollruf's ears twitched and his fur rippled. "Opportunity? For what?"

Olivia smiled and spread her arms welcomingly. "For money. We - me and my team - would very much like to be rich, Administrator Wollruf. Hire us, and you will be safe, and we will be paid; half up front, half after the Gren leave."

"I will consult with the rest of Colonial Administration. We will give you our answer in one solar cycle." He stood. "Thank you for your offer, it is... interesting."

"We will wait one solar cycle for your answer, but-" she held up a finger. "Only one. We have other colonies to visit. If you do not wish to avail yourself of our services, there are other Sefigan colonies that might." Olivia and her two guards turned and left.

One half solar cycle later, the Obliterators were pinged. Administrator Wollruf's colonial government was willing to hire them to protect their colony. The next half cycle was spent negotiating the pay, and the deposit was given.

Not one twocycle later, a Gren Warfinder flashed into the system. As before, they took up station in low orbit, and demanded the surrender of the colony.

However, this time, before the Sefigan colony was forced to reply, Olivia's Obliterators flashed in. Their main ship was a former Imperial Dreadnought - older but well maintained - and was more than a match for the Warfinder. They engaged in pitched battle, and the Obliterators were able to drive off the Warfinder.

Two more Warfinders came within the next three cycles, and each time, the Obliterators drove them off. The Gren hadn't really anticipated any opposition from the Sefigans, let alone the humans, so they barely came prepared to fight. The Obliterators received their payment from the grateful colonial authorities, left a beacon stating that this system was under their protection, and flashed away to the next Sefigan colony for another payday.

The Gren had submitted a formal complaint to the Coalition stating that the humans were illegally 'interfering' in their war. The humans replied back that the Obliterators and any other mercenary groups were not affiliated with the government, and were purely independent operators. When the Gren asked where they got their equipment, the humans shrugged and pointed out that it was not illegal to sell mothballed and surplus equipment.

To their credit, it only took the Gren half a solar year to reach out and see if any human mercenary groups were willing to work for them.

Multiple groups replied back that they were happy to engage in negotiations... for the right price.