#and marcus cannot handle two of them

[hoperays-song]

Swear

Marcus at the start of Sing 3: I am going to need you to swear-

Johnny and Nooshy, simultanously: Fuck.

Marcus:

Marcus, sighing: ...swear as in promise.

Johnny and Nooshy: Ohhhhhhh.

[daddy-dins-girl]

Playdate

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Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 7.8k

Summary: You love Marcus with all your heart and you’re not dissatisfied with him or his efforts in the bedroom, but you always hoped to have a little bit more variety . Though you were initially shocked that he had suggested something like this to begin with, you still jumped at the chance to broaden both your horizons.

Turns out, Dave York was exactly what you both needed.

Notes: One day I'll stop being so unhinged about Dave York, but today is not that day. Enjoy some Suburban Murder Daddy Dave and everyone's favorite Cozy Boyfriend Marcus!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Ok, here we go (takes deep breath). F/M/M Threesome. Cuckolding. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Mutual Masturbation. Oral Sex (f an m receiving). Brief (and very light) Anal Play. (Unprotected) P in V sex. Creampie. Breathplay. Degradation Kink. Daddy Kink. Praise Kink. Cockwarming. Spitting (is it even a Dave York fic if he's not spitting in your mouth? Come on). Light spanking (like 2 slaps to your ass). Squirting. Light dom/sub. Dom Dave York. (Occasionally but rarely) Soft Dave York. As always Dave York is his own warning and I cannot stress this enough.

The moment Dave York strolled into your shared bedroom with Marcus, the entire energy of the room had changed, you could feel it. Both you and Marcus, who stood nervously at your side.

“Dave, this is my wife,” Marcus begins, introducing you by name and Dave unabashedly gives you a good long look up and down until his gaze finally settles on your face again. Your cheeks are burning. You can feel them, the heat rising up your neck as you stand there in just a little matching set of a silk cream coloured nighty and panties (Marcus’ favorite) in front of this total stranger to you. Marcus knew him, of course, their government departments had recently been working together for a few months and they’d even gone out for the occasional beer after work.

That’s really where this whole thing had started. Marcus had had one too many one night out with Dave and when he’d watched the way women just seemed to gravitate to him, the way Dave handled it all seamlessly had Marcus mesmerized. A waitress would flirt with Dave and he’d just reach up and grab a handful of their ass and before you knew it they’d be sitting in his lap fiddling with his tie or pulling at his collar while Dave sat mostly uninterested by this point, sipping on his beer and continuing to have a mundane conversation with Marcus as if a twenty-something year old bombshell wasn’t currently in his lap begging for his attention. He wasn’t even nice to them, which was the crazy part. It was all cocky attitude and degrading talk and maybe it was the way Dave carried himself or the way he looked, but these women ate it up and Marcus could barely believe his eyes or his ears. If he ever spoke to a woman like that, not only would his mother turn over in her grave, but he’d surely earn a hard slap across his face for his efforts.

And so that’s when it started. Marcus slowly began opening up to Dave about you. About how he worried sometimes that you weren’t as satisfied with him as you could be. You promised him that wasn’t true, but still, every once and a while you’d try new things with him in bed and he just never felt like he was doing it right. And most times when you did try something new you wouldn’t ask to do it again, which made his insecurity soar even higher that he hadn’t really done what you wanted well the first time you asked.

“So, what does she like then?” Dave asks casually before snapping his fingers at a waitress across the room and signaling to the table for another round.

“Um, what?”

“Your wife, Pike. What, she wants you to slap her around? Fuck her in the ass? Fuck you in the ass, what?” He says it so casually and Marcus has to cover his mouth as he nearly spits his beer across the table at the candidness.

“Jesus York!”

“What?” Dave scoffs. “If you can’t even talk about it with me, how do you expect to do it to her?” He reasoned and Marcus sighed. He did have a point.

“She um, I don’t know, different stuff I guess. Like last time she uh… she put my hand on her throat” Marcus shrugged, a little embarrassed.

“Nice” Dave simply nodded, taking another sip from his beer.

“Nice?!” Marcus’s eyes shot up. “It wasn’t nice, I was so terrified of hurting her the whole time I-” he stopped abruptly and Dave raised one eyebrow.

“You… what?”

“I, you know…” Marcus, looked around the room, anywhere but into Dave’s eyes. “I got um… uninspired” Marcus admitted.

“Christ” Dave rubbed a hand over his face. “Can’t even keep your dick hard fucking your own wife? Should’ve come to me sooner”

“Hey, will you keep it down!” Marcus practically hissed across the table, looking around frantically to ensure nobody was really paying attention to them.

“Let me see her”

“What?” Marcus’s brow raised slightly.

“Let me see her. C’mon you probably have like 1500 pictures of her in your camera roll making the exact same fucking kissy face at you, let me see her” Dave said, holding his hand out for Marcus’s phone.

Marcus rolled his eyes but did as asked, opening up his camera roll to a more recent photo of you that he had taken and passed his phone across the table. Dave let out an appreciative low whistle.

“Damn Pike, I didn’t know you had it in ya. She’s a smokeshow” Dave teased and Marcus quickly snatched the phone back as he saw Dave beginning scrolling through his photos app.

“So… what do I do?” Marcus asked and normally Dave couldn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself but he did feel bad for the guy and not to mention his wife was fucking gorgeous and he wouldn’t mind showing Marcus exactly what to do with you.

“Talk to your wife. See if she’s interested in an interested third party”

“Wait, like you’d… with her?” Marcus stuttered and Dave briefly wondered if Marcus’s eyebrows would get stuck like that if they raised any higher to his hairline

“If you want.” Dave simply shrugged. “You’d be there. You know, the ol’ watch and learn” Dave finished, tossing a wink and Marcus swallowed the hard lump in his throat before chugging the rest of his beer.

That was just two weeks ago, and now here you all are.

“Hey baby, wear this just for me?” Dave said in way of greeting as he sauntered right up to you and took the hem of your thigh-length nighty between the pads of his fingers.

“It’s Marcus’ favorite” you explain with a shy smile.

“Oh, well in that case, take it off” Dave orders, his hand immediately leaving you. Your eyes open wide at his boldness and your gaze darts over quickly to Marcus who’s simply standing by the door with his hands in his pockets just watching the exchange. When your eyes flit back to Dave he’s staring at you with a look on his face that can only be interpreted as ‘don’t make me ask again’.

Despite yourself you already feel a heat stirring low in your belly. You're nervous and yet turned on. Marcus had shown you a picture of Dave so although you did have an idea of what he looked like, his government ID headshot did nothing to prepare you for how handsome he actually was in real life standing right in front of you. His features were sharp; a strong hawk-like nose, a jaw that could cut glass and his eyes were hard but with a glimmer of the softness Marcus’ eyes held in them. They were the same chocolate brown, Dave’s just a little darker and you already found yourself getting lost in them as you stare right into them while you tug your nighty up and over your head, tossing it to a corner of the room.

“Good girl” Dave praises and brings the back of his hand up to let his knuckles drag a line down your front from sternum to belly button with a light ghosting touch that leaves goosebumps in its wake. The shudder that momentarily racks your body doesn’t go unnoticed by either of the men in the room. Dave simply smirks.

“Sit down on the bed, Sweetheart” he tells you next and you quickly obey, sitting down at the end of the bed and Dave takes the few steps to meet you there, towering over you.

“Such a well behaved little slut you have yourself here Pike” Dave tosses over his shoulder at Marcus and you quickly glance over, unsure of how Dave’s remarks will be received but Marcus stays planted in the corner of the room, only this time it doesn’t escape your notice how he quickly reaches down to adjust himself in his pants before stuffing his hand back into his pocket and you feel your shoulders relax instantly, knowing Marcus is enjoying this too. The heat floods back into your abdomen as your nerves settle slightly. Or, as much as they can with the ever intimidating Dave York looming over you.

“Open your mouth” Dave says next, grabbing your face with one hand, his thumb and forefinger holding tight just under the apples of your cheeks. You don’t speak, just slowly open your mouth to him only slightly.

“Wider”

You obey.

“Good girl” he praises again before he tilts his face down and spits right into your mouth. It surprises you and your eyes squeeze shut at the shock of it all but you otherwise don't’ move, waiting for his next instructions. His grip loosens on your jaw and he brushes a knuckle up at the underside of your chin, signaling you to close your mouth and you do.

“Now swallow” he tells you and the gulp that follows from you feels like it's somehow bounced off every wall of the room that’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Dave rewards you with a smile.

“She’s so easy Pike, I don’t know what you were scared of” Dave mentions off-handedly, not even bothering to look at Marcus because he can’t seem to take his eyes off yours.

“Sit in the chair”

Confusion crosses your features but you go to stand up before you feel Dave’s warm hand on your shoulder pushing you back down. “Not you”

Oh.

Marcus is as obedient as you are when it comes to Dave it seems, taking the few strides over to the armchair sitting by the window where you like to curl up and read and he sits down immediately, both hands gripping at the arms of the chairs like he needs to hang on for dear life.

Maybe he does.

“You like that? Taking what I give you to swallow?” Dave’s attention is back on you now, hand resuming its grip on your jaw and you can do little more than nod your head.

“Use your words, little mouse”

“I like it” you confess, maybe a little too eagerly and Dave huffs a laugh.

“Yeah, you like having that little fucking mouth full I bet” Dave states as his free hand starts tugging his belt open and opening his dress slacks, pushing them down to his thighs. You stare, wide eyed as your gaze lands on the very impressive bulge straining against black cotton boxer briefs.

No wonder Dave York was so cocky, you muse inwardly.

“Go on, take my cock out” Dave orders and you bring your bottom lip between your teeth and quickly chance a glance over to Marcus.

“Hey, eyes on me” Dave growls as he tightens his hold on your jaw and yanks you back to face him. A little drool dribbles from your mouth the way Dave is holding it open and he quickly swipes at it with his thumb and pushes it inside your mouth and without having to be told you suck it clean.

“Fast learner” Dave hums with a shit eating grin that you suddenly feel the urge to kiss off of him.

“It’s ok baby” you hear Marcus’ voice from across the room. He sounds a little off. His voice is slightly trembling and his breathing is quickened and you know straight away that he’s turned on. You’re glad. You were half afraid that at the first vulgar insult that left Dave’s mouth that Marcus would be throwing him out the door. You were also worried at the back of your mind that Marcus would be wondering what the hell was wrong with you to be turned on by such behaviors but apparently he was starting to see your side of it and it pleased you to no end.

Your shoulders settle again as Dave’s grip leaves your jaw and you slowly reach forward with both hands and tug down his boxers and carefully take his cock and balls out. He’s rock hard in your grasp as your fingers lightly run down the impressive length. Marcus may be a bit longer but Dave is so much thicker you don’t even think you could get your whole hand around it if you tried. You won’t try yet because Dave hasn’t told you to so you simply wait for his next instructions.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl” Dave praises again, his hands now brushing softly through your hair and gathering it up so he can hold it back with one hand.

“Pike, get over here” Dave says and Marcus eases out of the chair and wanders over to you, nervous even on his own legs like a baby deer taking its first steps.

“Spit in my little sluts mouth. Don’t worry, she likes it” he winks at you.

Marcus stops at your side and your heart is beating wildly in your chest. You’re sitting there half naked with two hands idly wrapped around Dave’s cock with his holding your hair back while your husband stands next to you. Marcus eases your nerves though, of course he does, by leaning down and kissing you softly. Your mouth opens to him and you both let out a little moan when your tongues meet and for a brief second it's like nothing else exists in the room but the two of you and surprisingly, Dave allows it. Marcus kisses you until he feels you relax, your heartbeat starting to slow again and then he pulls back just slightly. You stick your tongue out and open your mouth wide for him. Marcus takes a breath and then gently, unlike Dave, spits into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow this time” Dave warns immediately. Marcus takes this as his queue to leave and returns to his chair and your head turns back to look at Dave. Your mouth is still open and tongue sticking out with a glob of Marcus’ saliva waiting on it.

“You’re so good” Dave smiles, bringing his free hand up so his thumb can run along your cheek. “Now don’t let that go to waste” is all the warning you get before Dave’s hand is at the back of your head and pushing you forward until his cock disappears down your throat. The mixture of your and Marcus’ saliva along with the precum already leaking from Dave’s head has you sliding down his length easily, the lewd sounds of your sucking him off filling the room.

“That’s it, fuck” Dave swears, hand gripping your hair a little tighter as he holds your head still and thrusts his hips over and over, fucking into your throat. “Knew you’d love having that little mouth filled up” he laughs before forcing himself in deeper and then holding.

Your face is buried in Dave’s crotch as he holds you still, his dick so far down your throat that there’s tears starting to fall down your cheeks as you choke and gag on him until he finally releases you and you ease off for a few seconds to catch your breath, making sure you continue pumping him with your hand as you do.

“You can do better than that, Sweetheart” Dave tsks. “Come on, suck it like you mean it”

You gladly rise to the challenge, taking him into your mouth again and your head bobs up and down, swallowing down as much of him as you can and your hand making up for whatever your mouth can’t reach. Dave lets out a soft moan from above you and all your focus is concentrated on making him feel good, but your ears do pick up the distinct clinking sound of metal and your eyes shift to your peripheral where you see Marcus opening his belt and scrambling to get his own hand inside his pants. It ignites something in you and you double your efforts with Dave, moaning around his cock as you move your hand down to cup his balls and swallow him harder and take him deeper down your throat until you're choking on his cock again and your eyes are watering.

“Fuck Pike, I didn’t know you married a goddamn whore, Jesus Christ” Dave groans, his breath coming out in short pants. “Taking my cock like a pro”

“Good girl. Mmmm. Good fucking girl” Dave is practically growling at you as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks. His grip in your hair is tight and it only spurs you on to keep going, despite how raw your throat feels. You hollow your cheeks and continue to take as much of him in as you can.

“Oh fuck.”

Its a tiny whisper from across the room, and despite the debauched sounds of your sucking and slurping around Dave’s cock your ears still pick up Marcus’ little whimper.

Your throat needs a breather and so you pull off of Dave but ensure to keep pleasuring him with your hand instead, working him all the way up to the head and back to the base while your other hand continues playing with his balls. You feel them tightening up in your hand and he hisses through his teeth, tossing his head back.

“Fuck, enough, enough” Dave warns, hand coming up to grab yours around his shaft and stilling your movements.

“I’m not near done with you Sweetheart, if you make me cum I’m going to be very upset” he threatens and you simply swallow and nod your head.

“Take off your panties then undress me” he instructs next and you comply, slowly dragging your panties down your legs. You’re about to kick them off to the floor when something else comes to mind and you smirk as you reach for them dangling at your feet and toss them over to Marcus instead. You know they’re soaked and you want him to know it too.

“Fuck baby” You hear Marcus groan and you chance a glance over to him. His cock is fully out in his hand now and to your surprise he takes your wet panties and wraps it around his dick and continues stroking, eyes closing and head falling back in pleasure. Dave looks over to Marcus too and doesn’t seem to mind what he sees, just lets out a little chuckle over how wrecked Marcus is already. You honestly can’t believe that Marcus is freely jerking off right in front of Dave. He normally gets embarrassed even if you accidentally catch him doing it.

“Might be hope for your husband yet” Dave teases, bringing his gaze back to you and tossing you a wink.

You smile brightly, this is exactly what you wanted. You love Marcus with all your heart and you’re not dissatisfied with him or his efforts in the bedroom, but you always hoped to have a little bit more variety . Though you were initially shocked that he had suggested something like this to begin with, you still jumped at the chance to broaden both your horizons.

Turns out, Dave York was exactly what you both needed.

“Fuck” Dave snaps you out of your reverie as he hisses through his teeth and squeezes the base of his cock. His tip is steadily leaking precum, the head looking angry and purple, staving off its impending release. He’s close. Apparently closer than he’d like to be.

“Need to pace myself, this is going to be a marathon, not a sprint” he explains and your eyebrow raises at that, not sure what all exactly Dave has in store for the three of you tonight.

You undress him as he asked, wasting no time at all or bothering to put any flourish on it, you just want him naked with you as quickly as possible, already anticipating what’s to come.

“Come on,” he says, gesturing his head towards the bed. He walks over to the head of the bed and gets in, sitting up with his back straight against the headboard and motions for you to come to him. You get on all fours and crawl up the bed to him and he pulls you into his lap so you’re kneeled with your legs on either side of his, straddling him and to your delighted surprise, he pulls you forward and kisses you.

It’s exploratory at first as your mouth opens to him and his tongue tastes yours for the first time. You moan when you feel the wet muscle tangle with yours and your hands instinctively come up to tug on Dave’s hair, keeping him impossibly close as his kisses get progressively rougher and deeper the longer they go on. He feels so different from Marcus. Dave is clean shaven whereas Marcus has always had a short-trimmed beard since the day you met him. You liked the scratchy feel of when he’d nuzzle at your neck or especially when he’s between your thighs but kissing Dave is like a whole new experience. Your hands leave his hair to hold his smooth face instead and you try to imagine what Marcus would look like without facial hair but you think you prefer him the way he is.

Your husband is hot. But then, Dave wasn’t so bad himself.

You’re kissing for at least several minutes. You’re not sure, you’ve lost track of time and apparently control as you whimper and whine and moan into Dave’s mouth and grind into his lap. At some point his hand makes its way between your legs, fingers gliding through your slick folds and playing with the tiny little bundle of nerves, pinching it between the pads of his fingers and the noises you are making should have you embarrassed but you’re way past that with Dave now. You reach down to him as well, wrapping as much of your hand around him as you can and lazily stroking his length. Dave hums against your lips and then rewards you by shoving two fingers into your wet heat.

A little high pitched squeak escapes you and you jolt slightly in Dave’s lap when his other hand lands on your ass in a smack before he grabs and kneads the soft flesh roughly and suddenly you’re moaning into his mouth again. He continues palming and kneading at the globe of your ass cheek until his hand wanders slightly and your hips jolt again when you feel a single digit pressing up against the tight ring of muscle at your back entrance.

“Our boy ever take care of you back here Sweetheart?” He asks between kisses, slightly prodding at your virgin hole but not quite pushing inside and causing a not unpleasant little wave of pressure to build up in you.

“Mnmm mmm” you shake your head. “I’ve um, yeah, never, before…” you trail off and Dave chuckles.

“Figures” he scoffs. “Well that’ll be a lesson for another day Sweetheart, want you good and ready for that one” he explains and a new flood of arousal comes over you with the subtle promise of a next time. You continue kissing and fondling each other a few more moments longer until he suddenly tears his mouth away from you.

“Look at your husband now Sweetheart” Dave whispers into your ear and you turn your head back to Marcus. His eyes are squeezed shut and he’s huffing short little breaths as he pumps his cock at a brutal pace.

“Think he wants your tight little ass filled up by my fat cock, hm?” Dave continues muttering absolute filth against your ear, knowing full well Marcus can hear him and then seconds later Marcus gasps and is spilling into his own hand, sputtering out a moan from deep in his throat as he milks himself dry. You hear Dave chuckling as his hands leave you and come up to rest on your hips.

“I think we put on a good little show” he emphasizes his point by slapping your ass again and then grabbing a handful of each cheek in both his hands and squeezing before he forces your hips down to grind against his lap once and you choke out a gasp as the head of his cock slides through your soaked core.

“Pike!” Dave suddenly calls, snapping Marcus out of his post-orgasm daze and his eyes shoot open. “Not much of a gentleman, cumming before your wife” he tuts.

“I’m sorry Honey” Marcus pants, still breathless and shyly tucking himself back into his underwear.

“It’s ok Baby, it was hot” you’re sure to tell him. Marcus blushes furiously, looking away from you both as he works on doing his pants back up.

“Come here Sweetheart” Dave begins, turning you in his grasp until you’re facing away from him and then he hunches forward to rest his chin on your shoulder so he can speak into your ear but keep his gaze trained on Marcus.

“Now, you’re gonna sit on my cock and keep it warm for me while your husband makes up for what he’s done” Dave explains, ensuring to speak loud enough for Marcus to hear. “C’mon, up” he begins again, landing a light smack to your hip and you obey, lifting your hips and Dave wraps an arm around you to steady you while his free hand holds his cock still and he lowers you down onto it.

“Ohhhhh fuuuccck” you gasp softly as you sink down on his length. You were more than prepared to take him, thanks to Dave’s fingers working you open earlier but there’s still a considerable stretch around his girth that is bordering between pleasure and pain as his cock splits you wide open.

You’re sitting on his lap with your legs stretched out and lying on top of his, like two bodies simply stacked on top of one another, your legs spread out in a v-shape in front of you. The position is certainly new to you and you’re not exactly sure how it’s supposed to work, how he can fuck into you in this position.

“That’s it” Dave hums against your ear before gently nipping at the lobe and then soothing over it with his tongue. You grind down onto his cock. You can’t help it but you need him to move, you need something, but just as quickly as you begin you feel both his hands grip roughly onto your hips, hard enough to surely leave bruises.

“Don’t move” he growls and then nips harshly at your earlobe, causing you to hiss out in pain for a brief second which quickly turns into a moan when he sucks the lobe gently into his mouth immediately afterwards. “I told you what happens if you make me cum before I want to” he vaguely threatens and you nod your head obediently.

“I’m sorry” you squeak. “It won’t happen again D-Daddy”

You don’t mean for it to slip out, but it does. Another little fantasy of yours, but one that you’d never shared with Marcus nor had the urge to. Marcus was too soft, too sweet. But Dave was rough and mean checked every box when it came to this particular kink of yours.

“Jesus Christ Sweetheart” Dave groans suddenly, he’s back behind you and his forehead comes down to rest in the middle of your back and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

Apparently Dave likes that. You smirk, finally having the upper hand for once.

“You wanna be my good little girl, huh?” Dave finally speaks again after regaining his composure. His voice is rough again and you love it, offering a little nod of your head.

“Say it” he growls, hand coming up to squeeze gently around your throat.

“Wanna be so good for you Daddy” you whine, your eyes flitting across the room to meet with Marcus’ who’s watching intently.

“That’s it” his hand loosens its grip on your throat and caresses over it instead and your head lolls back onto his shoulder.

“You never heard of cockwarming Sweetheart?” he asks and you shake your head again and it earns a little chuckle from Dave. “Well it’s just what it sounds like, baby. You’re gonna sit here and be a nice warm little sleeve for my dick. No fucking, yet. Do you understand?”

You nod weakly. God you just want to move, the pressure is agonizing and you're closing your eyes and breathing through your nose, trying your hardest not to squirm.

“Now you’re gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock” he informs you and you’re a little confused at how he expects you to just cum on command if he won’t let either of you move.

“Pike” he snaps and that gets your attention, your eyes shooting open again. Marcus scrambles to his feet, the authority in Dave’s voice leaving little room for him to do anything else apparently.

“Yes?” Marcus asks, voice trembling slightly as he now stands next to the bed, nervously curling his hands into fists at his sides.

Dave seems completely comfortable naked in his own skin in front of your husband and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a total turn on. Of course most of his body was covered by yours, but still, Marcus definitely had a superb view of Dave’s cock buried to the hilt inside your cunt.

“I bet you our good ol’ boy Marcus here is just great at eating your little pussy, isn’t he Sweetheart?” Dave murmurs against the side of your face and you feel that familiar heat rising in your cheeks again as you nod your head.

Marcus was in fact exceptionally skilled in that particular area, and more than happy to do it for you. You’d never been with anybody before who actually loved going down on you. Most guys before Marcus treated it like a chore whereas Marcus thrived on it. He’d stay buried in your cunt for hours if you’d let him. He’d joke sometimes while he was down there, face buried between your thighs that he could live there and you didn’t doubt he would if he could.

It's not until you see Marcus nervously shift in front of you that you realize you hadn’t actually answered Dave out loud.

“Yes!” you reply enthusiastically. “He’s um, very good to me” a little of your shyness returns and Dave tuts from behind you.

“I figured. Looks like a little puppy, just eager to please isn’t he?” Dave chuckles and now it’s Marcus’ face that burns bright crimson.

“Go on then, lick your wife's pussy. Need her to cum good and hard before I fuck her into next Tuesday” Dave says menacingly and a shiver runs down your spine.

Marcus goes to climb on the bed before Dave clicks his tongue and stops him, Marcus freezing in place with one knee on the bed.

“He normally all dressed up when eats you out baby?” Dave asks and you slowly shake your head. It was true, Marcus had an amazing body and was never shy about showing it around you. He preferred both of you to be completely naked whenever you did anything in bed together, including sleeping. Marcus was a very intimate and sensual lover, it was one of the things that made you fall for him in the first place.

“Well, tell him then” Dave nods his head towards Marcus.

“Come here baby,” you say softly and Marcus slowly slides his leg back off the bed and takes a few steps closer until he’s standing next to you and you tug him down by his tie to kiss him once.

“For me baby, please?” You plead up at him and he gently nods his head before he steps back from the bed and begins removing his clothes.

Dave seems to lose interest in the sweet little exchange between the two of you and begins kissing and sucking down the side of your throat while his hands roam your body and come up to squeeze both your tits. You try to keep your eyes on Marcus but all they want to do is close and succumb to the pleasure that Dave is giving you now.

“Ready?” Marcus asks and you focus your attention back on him. He’s fully undressed now, cock soft and hanging delicately between his legs but you know it won’t be long until he gets his second wind. Putting his mouth between your legs is always a surefire way to get him going again in no time, you know this well from experience.

“Please Marcus” you whine. Your cunt is throbbing from being impaled on Dave’s cock and not being able to move and now with Dave making you feel good everywhere else you’re desperate for the attention where it’s needed most.

“I’ve got you Honey” he promises, and you know he does.

He crawls onto the bed again, the mattress dipping under his weight and Dave wordlessly spreads his own legs further apart, forcing yours with them to open up wider for Marcus to fit in between you.

Marcus looks a little unsure of how to begin. Normally he likes to wrap his hands up under your thighs to hold your hips down and bury his face in you but with you sitting on top of Dave that would mean touching the other man and so he hesitates.

“We’re well past shy now Pike, come on” Dave chuckles. “Make her cum on my cock like the good little slut she is” he snides and your cunt clenches at his vulgar remarks.

“Ohhh, she likes that” Dave laughs from behind you. “You better hurry up Pike or she might not even need your mouth, I think mine’s doing just fine”

Apparently that was all the threatening that Marcus needed because suddenly he dives into your pussy like a man starved. His one hand rests on your hip while the other uses his fingers to spread your lips apart and you all but scream when Marcus' mouth latches on to your clit and sucks it into his mouth.

“Oh shit!” you jerk forward involuntarily and then instantly feel Dave’s bruising grip on your waist again, keeping you still.

“Don’t fucking move or I’ll tell him to stop” Dave growls into your ear and you whimper but weakly nod your head in agreement. Your hand comes down to play in Marcus’ hair instead, needing the distraction. You’re clutching the short strands and holding him as close to you as possible since you’re not allowed to chase the pressure of his mouth with your own body and he hums in appreciation as he continues his assault with a skilled, well-practiced tongue.

“Fuck Pike, she is flooding my cock right now” Dave groans and Marcus moans into your cunt as he continues lapping away at you with renewed enthusiasm that he’s bringing you so much pleasure.

Dave’s not lying. You’re absolutely drenching his cock. You feel so full with Dave’s dick buried inside you and with Marcus’ mouth working its magic everywhere else, you are left positively reeling. Your head falls back again and you can do little more than whimper and whine and mewl in Dave’s firm grasp.

“Oh fuck, Oh Marcus, baby” you whine, your whole body trembling and it spurs Marcus on, his tongue working you over even faster, firmer as his his hands start to explore. He moves them to the outside of your thighs and then pushes even further back until they reach Dave’s hips and he squeezes, surprising all three of you as Dave’s cock jolts inside of you briefly and then he stills again.

“Come here” Dave growls, one hand leaving your waist to turn your face towards him and he swallows your moans with his mouth, his other hand wrapping all the way across your waist to keep you still. You're not sure who needs the distraction more, you or Dave, but you keep sloppily kissing each other regardless. Dave’s hips raise just slightly, bringing yours with him and you realize suddenly that Marcus has his hands shoved all the way underneath you both, his large hands squeezing Dave’s ass while his mouth is still buried in your wet heat and now it’s you swallowing down Dave’s moans.

“Baby, I love you so much” you hear Marcus whimper from below you. He’s grinding his hips into the mattress now and you know he’s hard again.

Dave’s hand leaves your face and comes to grip around your throat and your mouth is forced away from his as you fight to keep air in your lungs. His grip is tight but not crushing, like he knows exactly what he’s doing and how much pressure to apply. You assume Marcus likely told him of your little attempt at a foray into this area before that hadn’t worked out the way you hoped.

You know you can still breathe (albeit barely) but all the blood rushes to your head and you almost feel like you could pass out until he releases some pressure again and a blissed out smile stretches across your features as you gasp for breath and another wave of pleasure hits you.

“Good fucking girl, you like that huh?” Dave growls against your kiss-swollen lips before he shoves his tongue back inside to kiss you roughly.

“Oh fuck!” Your mouth tears away from Dave’s as Marcus hits a particular spot on your clit and suddenly something hits you hard and fast and you lurch forward.

Marcus’ hands are back on your legs and then he moves one to spread your lips open again and starts flicking his tongue back and forth hard and fast, his gaze penetrating through yours and suddenly your vision goes white behind your eyes.

“Oh shit, Marcus I think I - oh fuck stop, please, I’m gonna-” you don’t have a chance to finish your thought and suddenly your mouth wrenches open in a silent scream as a flood gate opens, your walls clamp down on Dave like a vice and Marcus is groaning into you, lapping at you with renewed enthusiasm and before you even have half a chance to comprehend what is happening, you feel both of Dave’s arms wrap around your middle as he too lurches forward and his cock begins pulsing, spilling inside of you and he lets out a wrecked moan from behind you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuccck” he pants, head coming down to rest on your shoulder as his dick continues throbbing inside of you and painting your walls with his hot spend.

“Baby” Marcus moans into your aching core. “You just fucking squirted” he says before pulling back slightly with a huge grin on his face, the evidence of your earth shattering orgasm dripping down his chin.

“I - what?” It makes sense now, the wave that came over you. You honestly thought you were about to pee in Marcus’ mouth, you’d never felt anything like it before. You always thought that was just some trick done in pornos, never having experienced it yourself before.

Dave lifts you off his cock with a grunt and puts you back to rest in his lap and suddenly Marcus’ mouth is on you again, lapping up yours and Dave’s combined releases from your fluttering hole and Dave is oddly quiet behind you, his head resting against yours and his breathing still coming out in short little huffs as he tries to desperately to slow his racing heart. His spent (and drenched, thanks to you) dick lies just underneath your sex and you don’t fail to notice how every once and a while when Marcus laps at you that his tongue dips a little lower to stroke along Dave’s softening cock. You also don’t miss how Dave’s body jerks a little when it happens and his arms squeeze you a little tighter but he makes no effort to stop or scold Marcus.

“Christ, I told you not to make me cum” Dave says, shaking his head gently against yours but there’s no edge to his voice, he’s far from mad about it.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t know I could do that” you admit sheepishly, turning your face to him to press a kiss to his lips.

Marcus thankfully slows his efforts between your legs and switches to planting open mouth kisses on the insides of your thighs instead, avoiding your oversensitive sex. His hands are back up on top of your hips now and yours come down to intertwine your fingers with his while continuing to lick and moan into Dave’s mouth.

“I’m sorry Sweetheart, I’m going to need a breather” Dave says after a few more moments pass, pushing back from your mouth. “Pike, keep this pussy occupied for me, I’ll be back for it” he announces before his hand comes down to cup your mound and squeeze.

Dave is lifting you again slightly so he can slide out from under you and Marcus is kneeled at the end of the bed now sitting back on his heels obediently awaiting his next instructions.

“You got a couple more in you, right Sweetheart?” Dave asks as he stands next to the bed now and grips your chin in his hand.

“Mmmmhmm” you nod your head. “Yes”

“Good girl” he smirks. “Now fuck your husband. I’m going to get some water and then I’ll be back and ready for you again” he tells you and then simply saunters out of the room fully nude and not a care in the world. You watch him go and out of the corner of your eye you see Marcus’ head turn too and suddenly you need him more than ever.

“Come here baby” you coo, reaching for Marcus and he turns back to you, takes your hand and lets you pull him to you. He kisses you sweetly, night-and-day to the way Dave did and you hum appreciatively into his mouth as you taste the heady and salty blend of yours and Dave’s combined releases on his tongue. As much as Dave turned you on with his aggressive side there was something in Marcus’ softness that you absolutely craved still.

“Make love to me baby, please” you whisper against his lips and you feel Marcus nod his head.

“Lie down” he instructs and you do, shuffling further down the bed until your back is no longer upright. Marcus leans over you to kiss you languidly for a few more long moments until he finally pulls back and takes his aching hard length in his hand and gives himself a few strokes.

“Ready?” he asks, always checking in, your sweet Marcus.

“Ready” you nod and then he lifts your left leg straight up into the air until your toes are pointed at the ceiling and he pushes himself inside of you, your heat easily swallowing him in with how wet you still were from earlier. The angle he’s at makes him hit impossibly deep inside you and you’re already squirming, needing him to move.

“Holy shit” Marcus looks like his eyes are about to bulge out of his head and he takes a moment to still inside of you once he’s buried to the hilt. “Fuck you’re soaked baby, Jesus. Fuck!”

“You did that to me baby” you praise him with an easy smile as you bring a hand up to push through his golden brown locks. To be fair, you assume it's some kind of combination of your cunt being full of Dave’s cock and Marcus’ skilled tongue stimulating your clit but either way, Marcus got you there.

He wraps one arm around your raised leg to keep himself steady and the other comes down to grip at your hip and he slowly eases himself nearly all the way out and then just as slowly back inside.

“Ohhhhhhh” you whimper at the sensation of his tip bumping against your cervix. “Fuck baby that’s so good. You’re so deep in me”

“Yeah?” Marcus breathes, still taking his time, slowly pushing forward and back with his hips. “God you feel so good honey”

“You want it slow?” He asks and you nod your head frantically.

“Yeah baby, just like that, feels so good, you filling me up”

“Oh fuck” Marcus moans, sliding in and out of your wet heat. Thank God you wanted it slow because he knows he’d be moments away from cumming way too quickly otherwise. He’s not sure he’s ever been so worked up in his lifetime.

He continues to ease in and out of you, slowly picking up pace as you both pant and whimper and moan. Your eyes are locked on to each other, the love pouring out between you with a simple gaze and you’re both so in the moment that neither of you hear Dave come back into the room.

He’s leaning on the door frame, drinking his water and just watching, not interrupting. Marcus’ slim little hips rock back and forth into you and you take every inch of him so well and it's not long before Dave’s own cock begins to swell again between his legs. He reaches down to palm his dick, gently squeezing and stroking as he watches the intimate scene playing out before him.

Marcus is whispering little words of love and adoration for you and your hand comes down on top of his and you interlock your fingers together, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Normally this would bore him. Vanilla bores Dave but yet, watching what transpires between the two of you actually leaves him feeling a little jealous. He hasn’t had somebody he cares for like you two do each other since… well, ever, maybe. Even his ex-wife, it was just as much to keep up appearances as anything else. He’s never looked at anybody the way Marcus looks at you, that much he’s sure of. His hand slows on his cock, suddenly feeling like he’s intruding and he quietly gathers up his clothes and backs out of the room, neither of you even noticing him while he successfully slinks out.

He redresses in the hallway bathroom and heads down to the front door to take his leave but stops to type a quick text into his phone first.

Pike, you’re one lucky man. And that wife of yours loves you, you don’t ever have to worry about that. But if either of you ever feel the need for my services again, you have my number. - York.

An hour later when you and Marcus both lay spent and satisfied and idly wondering where your third partner went, he reaches down to the floor to his discarded pants and fishes his phone out of the pocket and brings it up to read the missed text. He chuckles a little at it and then turns the screen to you and you snuggle up closer to read it and you smile before pressing a kiss into Marcus’ shoulder.

Less than a month passes before Marcus texts Dave back an eager reply, starting up a group text conversation between the three of you, aptly naming the convo “Three’s Not Always a Crowd”.

“So… next playdate, when? 😉”

Next chapter

*clears throat* ahem. so... there you have it folks. Want more of this tasty trio? Lmk!

Tagging @nerdieforpedro, @chronically-ghosted @macabremads @boliv-jenta @prolix-yuy @suzdin

[georgegraphys]

People need to understand that the way Max and George differently approaches a discourse is not because one is fake and the other is honest but it also correlates to their organization culture.

Both of these guys have each been in Mercedes/Red Bull for years. George has known Mercedes since 2014. Max probably knew Red Bull in the same year. It has been ± 10 years since then and it's clear how their habits and the way they handle media is influenced by the years they've spent in their respective teams.

Mercedes are not the type of team to publicly confront a discourse in front of the camera/media/public eyes. This behaviour is shown several times like when Lewis complained about his car being slow in AUT22(?) and Toto saying something along the lines of "ik the car is slow, just drive" and when George got mad after QAT23 and Toto and Marcus went on the radio directly, telling him to "keep your head down". This behaviour is also shown amongst previous Mercedes drivers or even their academy talents. This culture shows a significant difference from Red Bull's who is known to be fiery, blunt, honest, etc which some probably favours more in terms of "honesty".

But all in all? No cultures are wrong. Mercedes is Mercedes. Red Bull is Red Bull. No one is being a two faced bitch or the definition of honesty and truth. These cultures just show how these organizations are different and they handle things differently. You can't expect 10 organizations in F1 to run the same just because they're in one sport. These teams come from parent companies who had differing principles, values, and business. Mercedes, Ferrari, McLaren, Aston Martin comes from Mercedes Benz, McLaren, Ferrari, and Aston Martin who handles cars. Red Bull comes from an energy drink company who invested in tons of different sports categories. Forget about analyzing their media behaviours, looking at their branding, logo, sponsors, and everything already explains how different they are from one another regardless of the categories you're fitting them into.

There are no rights and wrongs or "fake or honest" between organizational cultures and how these companies handle the public/media. The cultures are literally chosen by each company because it fits them. Of course those cultures have each of their own pros and cons but that's just their identity. You cannot fit one company's identities and how they work to another. There is a reason why they are unique in their own way.

And it's not even about being an honest angel or a lying snake. It's about how they deliver information to the public. They deliver the same thing, just with different processes and methods. If you can't identify that, you'll misinterpret their messages and it's on you.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

PANEM ET CIRCENSES (IX)

The sunlight on her eyelids was what woke Diana the next morning. She got up feeling an unpleasant heaviness in her legs and head.

The place where she had slept was not very comfortable, but she was glad when she thought that she would not have to sleep again against the hard stone where both she and Maximus slept behind bars in the lower part of the Coliseum.

Maximus

The day before he had told her that he would teach her how to handle a sword. She looked at the sundial placed near the outside. It was ten in the morning. It was late, very late.

He had not told her what time she should be present for training, but since she had been hearing movement outside his tent for a while, she assumed that either it was late, or his men were getting up too early.

She got up quickly, put on a long-sleeved dress, and after washing her face in the basin, she went outside.

She placed her hand in front of her face to protect herself from the sun. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the light as she walked over to where a large group of men were.

She walked over to them and tried to see over their heads, to see what they were doing.

They had set up a sort of table in the middle of the lawn on which a map rested. Diana looked at it for a few seconds, trying to figure out where it belonged.

She looked over the paper, until her eyes stopped on a structure she knew well, both inside and out.

The Colosseum

“It’s a map of Rome,” she realized then as she looked at it closely. The men glanced at her from the corner of their eyes, as if wondering what she was doing there, but none of them dared to say anything to her. After her general’s words the day before, it was obvious that they wouldn’t, and she was extremely grateful for that.

She was still half asleep and didn’t feel like talking to anyone. That was until she saw him.

Maximus approached the group with a firm step, the silver details of his armor shining as the sun reflected off it. The white fur coat he wore over his shoulders moved with each step he took. His gaze rested on her for a moment, as he nodded to her in greeting.

Diana returned it, and walked over to where his men were. They quickly made room for him in the middle of them. He looked at the map thoughtfully for a moment. She could almost see the gears of his mind turning inside his head, plotting the strategy they would follow.

He pointed to a place on the map, the entrance gate to the city.

-We will enter through here - he said pointing to two crosses on either side of the door - the guards change every twenty minutes - he took a stone and placed it on the path drawn on the map - we will camouflage ourselves among the people, pretending to be lepers - he explained - the praetorians do not pay attention to those who cannot serve the emperor as he wants them to - he explained moving the stone towards the interior of the city - once inside, we will go to Caesar's residence - he said - we will not make any fuss, we will do it stealthily, enter and leave, understood?

-And what about the praetorians? - asked a soldier - the emperor's house is the most protected in the city

-Diana and I will take care of that - Maximus assured him, the men turned to look at her for a moment, before fixing their gaze on the map again - Any questions?

-Yes - another man intervened - What will happen next, when we get control of Rome?

-We will do what Marcus Aurelius wanted - he replied - we will return Rome to the people and make it recover its former glory - he said looking at them carefully-

One by one they nodded firmly, before Maximus copied their gesture.

-Get ready, we will leave tomorrow at dusk - he indicated with a gesture of his head - you can go

The men quickly dispersed, each one to fulfill his chores. Diana did not move from her place. Although he had not said it directly, she knew that he did not want her to leave. He approached her with a serious expression. His voice came out relaxed when he greeted her.

-Good morning - he said, she inclined her head towards him -

-Good morning - he answered trying to avoid making eye contact -

-Did you sleep well?

-It's not a feather bed -Diana began- but at least I could sleep without worrying about being attacked by a panther

-Of course -he smiled, making an amused face-

He nodded for her to walk with him. They both reached a part of the meadow where there were two buckets with weapons, like the ones in the Coliseum. Diana approached and picked up a sword, this time she picked up the one that best suited her.

Maximus watched her for a few moments, evaluating her movements, before gesturing with his hand for her to come closer.

-First lesson -he said, unsheathing his sword- pay attention to everything around you -he began to move in circles around her, just like her- any elevation of the ground, breeze of the air, the birdsong, all of them are elements that you can use to your advantage

She launched a blow with her sword to her right, which Diana narrowly dodged. The general's gaze focused for a moment on her arm, and when he saw that she had not hurt him, he continued speaking.

-Second lesson: always protect your flanks - he indicated - you never know where they can attack you, and how they will do it - he said, staring at her, giving a slash to her left, she blocked it with her sword - you always have to be prepared for anything

Both exchanged several more blows, Diana feinted left and right with precision, calculating the distance between her and Maximus with her gaze so that the sword would not graze her skin.

The general watched with pride the way she moved on the grass with ease, as if the ground she stepped on belonged to her.

Suddenly one of his soldiers called him from the top of the hill. He did not pay attention to her, but she did.

Maximus swung his sword at her, causing it to fall to the ground. The tip of his weapon was dangerously close to her neck. Diana's gaze locked with his, her chest swelling with each quickened breath, trying to catch her breath from the exercise.

-Third lesson -he murmured- remember the two previous ones -he put the sword back in the sheath around his waist-

Diana nodded, as he turned to the soldier who had called him earlier.

-What's wrong, Tracius? -he asked as the man approached where they were-

-It's Darius, general -he began, trying to keep her voice from shaking. He's… he's…-he stammered nervously-

Maximus waited patiently for him to compose himself. The man swallowed hard before answering.

-I think it's best that you come and see for yourself - he said, gesturing towards the back of the hill-

-Okay - he nodded, looking away at Diana - please stay

-I'm not going to do such thing - she replied, holding his gaze, while the soldier looked at both of them alternately - you have protected me all this time - he said - this is my way of thanking you

-You don't need to thank me, Diana - he assured her with a reassuring smile-

He looked at her for a few seconds before speaking again.

-It won't do any good if I try to stop you, right?

-True - she said, standing beside him before looking at the soldier -

He glanced at Maximus, who nodded. The three of them walked through the field until they reached the place that Tracius had indicated.

When they arrived, Maximus' blue eyes observed the scene carefully, thinking about what his next move would be.

They had to act quickly and precisely.

That was exactly what they would do.

[carmenized-onions]

reading this chapter was truly an emotional journey for me - i wrote a page of notes while reading that are completely incoherent but i will recount here anyway

firstly, of course chip is a pun girly we have known this forever, but every time she makes a joke i laugh out loud like yes you are so funny

my next focus was him forgetting to turn his location off - i hear the black dog by taylor swift playing in the background. i need this girl and this boy to realise that neither of them hate eachother because this cat and mouse game is getting on my nerves (in the best way no offence to you author)

wondering why i wasn’t invited on the richie carmen road trip - mainly because i want to hear their conversations and secondly because it would be the perfect opportunity for a tag team

as soon as i read the bit about the chance that they would interact being low i thought ,,,, ooo this will be disproved by our favourite author extraordinaire and i was right!

random request but can we have a christmas / holiday themed chapter i just want to see all the presents chip gives out i love her

also enjoying the use of kitchen as a verb when talking about richie being bad at kitchen - it’s giving ken’s job being beach in the barbie movie

thankful that you gave us some sydney/chip moments and some richie/sydney/chip moments plus some marcus later as i don’t know if i could have handled this chapter without seeing my babies having a sliver of joy for at least a couple of lines

i could be completely off base with this but was the reference to cherries when chip talks about carmen doing her prep an intentional callback to her favourite ice cream flavour? i could be majorly reading into it but if im right you are a genius and if im not you are still a genius without even knowing it

the knife tattoo being the hand she focuses on is a metaphor a mother figure english teacher should explain to me, but i am too tired to fully comprehend the meaning of this right now

sorry but who puts their wedding cake in an uber, creds to marcus for saving the day my small boy

i can’t even explain the neil fak moment but it is so fucking classic for him to misread a situation SO SEVERELY, i wish this was an actual scene because i need to physically see the facial expressions

and then we get to uncle lee. i had to put my phone down when carmen said his name, genuinely i let out a singular clap. we have never seen chip like this and i don’t know if we ever will again. this interaction consolidated the chip being a sponsor theory for me as it is so clear that she cannot stand the way people talk about drugs and addiction - especially regarding mikey

a callback to the italians loving their unions, you love to see it

i wrote very minimal notes on the carmy chip interaction at the end of the scene as there is really nothing for me to comment on except for how beautifully you wrote it. it is so peaceful but so angry i don’t know how you manage to do this every time. such a great reveal (despite the theories) as it did feel like a suprise to me still!!!

amazing work once again, i am sorry if this is completely incoherent i dont know how else to say this hahha

I DID GET THIS ASK!! I just took ten years to get to it, THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE LOVE!! It's all coherent dw let's fuckin LOCK IN!!!

list format let's fucking go

I remember when I first read this (the pun thing) it really had me kicking my feet because it just sounds like-- Like when a girl will laugh at fucking anything someone she has a crush on says. everyone be honest do you have a crush on tony? I'm moving the keep reading down so everyone legally has to answer.

AND THE LIST RESETS BUT IF I SIMPLY JUST PRESS ENTER ITS LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED

I'm not a huge taylor girl but I will put it on in the background as I write the rest of this answer lets fuckin goo. These two really needed the under the counter talk we were TIRED

LMAO So many people wanted to come to that road trip-- You all dodged a bullet. Also so did I. because i didn't want to have to figure out how it would've gone. that sounds like so much work and i just wanted to have cute wedding time. sometimes we do time skips because we just want to have cute wedding time and no one admits this

of course it'd be disproved!! and

SHHHHHH you babies always be making requests, I DONT PUT GUNS IN THE FIRST ACT FOR NOTHING YOU KNOW ME!! but SHHHH!!!

he SUCKS at kitchen! Sometimes I use terms as verbs because it seems like how kitchens do things and i want everyone to think i know what it's like to work in service and i'm NOT just googling it and asking my bartending/server/linecook friends how it is. that's definitely NOT what's happening

ive said it a million times, who really cares about this carmen guy in this carmen fic. it's all about literally everyone else.

100% it's a call back! I reference cherries honestly more than i could ever expect. it's the flavour of the series now.

The knife tattoo thing though that was just me and my thing with hands. i have a thing with hands. so canonically tony also has a thing with hands. she just thought he was hot. but also about referencing it twice i did think-- or i guess wrote it-- i just think it's interesting how Carmen put his hand on her mouth and then ran that same hand through his scalp. just think thats interesting. just. thats something huh? or this could mean nothing

YOU'D BE SURPRISED I'VE HEARD HORROR STORIES OF PEOPLE HAVING THEIR CAKES DELIVERED BY UBER THINKING IT'LL BE SAFER THAN GETTING IT THEMSELVES AND THEY EAT SHIT ON THE WAY OVER

I wish so deeply I was a writer or director on the bear and could film this man. MATTY!! MATTY ARE YOU OUT THERE!!? HIRE ME BABY PLEASE?!?!?! I WENT TO SCHOOL FOR IT AND EVERYTHING COME ON!

Putting the phone down I think I've heard is one of the highest honours one can achieve? I've been told. AND A CLAP!? Let's fucking go. I won. I won boys! I can't think of a moment in which we will ever see Chip get this particularly hyphy-- Not to say she won't get mad in the future, but this was a very specific type of mad. genuinely if this wedding wasn't a lovely wedding it would've been so over.

The Union Italians scene was so much longer in the original version in my brain-- But I condensed it upon writing because it didn't really add much. But it was essentially gonna be Tony tired and then while ordering they look at her and go "wait,,, have you taken a break?" :( "no" "WHAT??? KNOW YOUR FUCKING RIGHTS!!!!"

This makes me so happy that I nailed that feeling, I was worried honestly that it was too peaceful? But that peaceful sort of like tempered anger is exactly what I was trying to go for. Like we're trying to problem solve and it's all kind of funny but I am still so mad.

AND ONCE AGAIN I THANK YOU FOR YOUR THOUGHTS I EAT EM FOR BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER LOVE YOU!! I hope you love the next chapter it's a fucking DOOZY that I honestly think is going to throw everyone for a fucking loop. I'm so excited to see immediate reactions as they come through.

[amberthefantasy]

Nitimur in Vetitum

chapter fourteen: ligatus (bound)

9th Day Before the Kalends of Iulius (23rd June)

Lucretia let out a loud huff as she leant back against Agrippa. The messenger that had just arrived from Brundisium was stumbling over his words as he relayed the message that Antonius had sent to Gaius. For the past three months the two Triumvirs had been sending messages back and forth, on some odd attempt to avoid a war.

Why they couldn't just come to terms over this petty conflict, Lucretia didn't understand. This back and forth did nothing but weaken them both in the eyes of Rome. It was foolish and it made her blood boil. "Gods this is foolish," Lucretia snapped. Her annoyance with the stuttering fool of a messenger finally boiling over. "Just settle this now Gaius"

"I'll look weak if I give in first," Gaius glared at her.

"You look weak now," Lucretia snapped. She stood quickly, striding across the room to stand before her brother. "You look like a foolish child who cannot solve a petty disagreement with your ally."

"If he looks foolish then Antonius will too," Agippa said from behind her.

"Yes," Lucretia agreed, she took a few more steps forward to lean against the table. "But Gaius has only been active in Rome's politics for four years, he has begun to establish himself but is still seen as young and inexperienced. His inability to handle this disagreement reflects worse on him than it does on a seasoned general and politician."

Gaius gritted his teeth. Lucretia could see his thoughts running through his head as he tried to find a flaw in her argument. "I have been nothing cordial, offering actual solutions to this issue. It is Antonius who is being obstinate," Gaius finally said.

Lucretia raised a brow. "Antonius is being obstinate," she repeated. Lucretia tapped her hands against the wood of the table. "I shall go and speak with Antonius," she declared.

"No!" Gaius and Agrippa almost yelled as one. Lucretia glared sideways at them. Then, noticing that the messenger was still standing near the door, she waved him out. 

"I have known Antonius since I was a child, he would not harm me," Lucretia said. "Besides, to cause me harm could cause a war of blood instead of papyrus."

Agrippa let out a noise of complaint but Gaius was staring at her with narrowed eyes. "You truly believe that?"

"I do," she gave a decisive nod.

Gaius swallowed. "You cannot actually be considering this?" Agrippa snapped.

"She's right," Gaius said softly. "We need to solve this now and she is the only person who Antonius may speak to."

"You have to be fucking joking," Agrippa hissed lowly. "I will not let my wife risk-"

"-I am going," Lucretia cut him off. "And that is final." She snapped turning to one of the slaves near the edge of the room. "Gather my things I shall leave at once."

--

5th Day Before the Ides of Iulius (11th July)

The city of Brundisium was beautiful. Lucretai had seen quite a few cities in Italia throughout her life, travelling with her mother when she was young and her father after her mother passed, but she had never seen Brundisium. It was not nearly as large as Rome but bigger than Ardea was. 

Antonius had set up an encampment on the outside of the city but himself was living in the house of some ally inside the walls.

Lucretia had not expected to be instantly invited inside after her arrival, but it seemed some scout must have seen her coming because there were already men waiting to escort her to Antonius when he reached the city gate. 

They led her through a few small streets and to a large villa. Antonius was waiting inside for her. Seated on a klinai, reading a letter. "Lucretia Julia!" He called with a smile that did not reach his eyes when she entered the room. 

"Marcus Antonius," Lucretia responded with her own fake smile. 

"To what do I owe this visit?" Antonius asked.

"My brother sent me," Lucretia said bluntly as she took a seat on the klinai opposite him. "He wishes to finally resolve this petty disagreement."

"Petty disagreement..." Antonius repeated. "He fought my wife."

"Your wife attacked us," Lucretia raised her brow. "And when the war was over both her and your brother were pardoned for their uprising. It was you who sent her away." Lucretia paused, "I hear she recently passed, I am sorry for your loss." She added.

Antonius clicked his tongue, "thank you." There was a moment of silence. "What does your brother want?"

"All he asks is that his occupation of Gaul be recognised as a legitimate action, and that he gain control of Illyricum. In return he will confirm your control of the east and support any military actions you wish to take there," Lucretia told him the terms that she and Gaius had discussed before she left.

Antonius stared at her with narrowed eyes for a moment. "Italia remains neutral."

"Of course," Lucretia nodded.

Her father's old friend clicked his tongue again. "I will agree on the condition that Gaius comes to an agreement with Sextus Pompeius too."

"He already has plans for one," Lucretia nodded. 

"Then I am amiable to these terms," Antonius nodded. 

"There is one more thing," Lucretia leant forward. "Due to the recent death of your wife... my brother is willing to offer you a marriage to seal this peace."

"A marriage? With who?" Antonius raised a brow.

"Octavia. She is a widow and not currently pregnant."

"From my knowledge she has not yet completed her mourning period. Nor have I," Antonius said.

That was true, she was not even halfway through it but she was the only female member of the family through which this peace could be sealed. "The pontiffs would be willing to offer an exception."

Antonius tapped his fingers against the side of the klinai. "I would be honoured to marry Gaius' sister."

--

6th Day Before the Kalends of Sextilis (27th July)

Lucretia pushed off the wall she had been leaning on to watch the builders when Scribonia entered the room. "Get Octavia," she ordered one of the slaves standing beside her. 

Scribonia turned to look at her. "Hello Lucretia," she greeted.

"Hello Scribonia," Lucretia smiled. She walked over to hug the other woman in greeting. 

Footsteps came from behind them and the two women turned to see Octavia walking towards them with her two youngest children. "Uh Octavia!" Scribonia called. "The Gods. Give me one of those." She reached for one of the children. A slave was following behind Octavia with Fabia in her arms and Lucretia reached out to take her daughter as well. 

"Take Marcellus. He's such a lump," Octavia held her son out for Scribonia to take. "I can mange Marcellina," Octavia fixed the cloth wrapped around her youngest. 

Fabia grabbed Lucretia's hair and she had to push the little one's hand away. Replacing her hair with the gems around her neck in her daughter's hand. The three women began to slowly walk out of the atrium. "Wow. How much did this cost?" Scribonia asked.

"Our brother came into some money, as you know," Lucretia explained. 

"Excuse the mess. Gaius has only just got back to Rome from signing the agreement with Antonius," Octavia moved her hand in the direction of the builders.

"He's too busy to bully the builders so we offered to help," Lucretia joked.

"It helps take my mind off everything," Octavia said softly. "Do you like it?" She suddenly asked Scribonia, looking up at her.

"I...I do," Scribonia laughed slightly.

"That's good," Octavia locked eyes with Lucretia for a moment. "Because you'll be living here soon." Scribonia furrowed her brows slightly. "Our brother's proposing a marriage to you as part of the treaty with Sextus."

Scribonia's eyes widened in shock and joy. Lucretia felt her stomach turn. Marcellina began to cry. Octavia smiled down at her and then began to walk over to one of the seats against a wall behind them. Lucretia followed her.

Scribonia let out a slight laugh again as she placed Marcellus down and turned to face them. "I told you you'd find my family useful," she smiled.

"Of course, negotiations are bound to drag on for months," Octavia said as she pulled one of her sleeves off to feed Marcella.

"That's what Gaius says anyway," Lucretia added.

Octavia looked down at her feeding daughter, face filled with emotion. "What?" Scribonia asked. "Aren't you happy for me?" Lucretia almost rolled her eyes at the oblivious selfishness of the woman, Octavia was obviously upset.

"Yes," Octavia looked at her. "Yes. But I am to marry Marcus Antonius to seal the peace between him and my brother," she revealed. "The latest one anyway."

"You're not even halfway through your mourning period," Scribonia said, her voice a mix of shock and care.

"I could hardly say no to Gaius," Octavia looked sideways at Lucretia who blinked and looked away.

--

On the Ides of Sextilis (13th August)

Lucretia shifted her dress slightly as more people entered the villa. Even Antonius would be here today, and Lucretia caught sight of him pushing his way to the front of the crowd. Gaius was already standing to the left of her, with Agrippa at his side. Her brother caught her eyes and gave a small smile, Lucretia responding with her own tight one. 

There was the sound of movement behind her and Lucretia glanced up to see Scribonia and her father, Lucius Scribonius Libo, walking down the stairs. Lucretia raised her hands to politely clap as Scribonia reached the bottom of the stairs. She had to admit that the woman looked beautiful in her white and yellow dress. 

Agrippa stepped forward to stand closer to the dais where Lucretia was waiting. "Welcome, to the marriage of Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus and Scribonia Liba," Agrippa began. The two named people came closer together to stand beside Lucretia. She looked forward when she saw some men leading forward a goat for the sacrifice. "Great Juno, Goddess of Marriage and Fertility, accept this gift of life and blood from this great house of Lucius Scribonius Libo." Agrippa halted to let the sacrifice take place.

"Scribonia Liba, are you ready?" He asked the woman.

"Yes," Scribonia said softly.

"Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus, do you agree?"

"I do," Gaius' voice was strong.

"Then she is yours," Agrippa nodded.

Lucretia held out her hands and placed Gaius and Scribonia's together in front if her. Cheers and clapping broke out amongst the watching crowd and Lucretia smiled tightly at the newly married couple. --

On the Nones of September (5th September)

Lucretia did not know whether she preferred to be watching or participating in this wedding. Maybe it was the fact that Lucius and his wife were the ones officiating that made her displeased. She may have recommended that they pardon the man but that did not make her like him anymore.

Lucretia had to contain a scoff when Scribonia started playing with the ends of her sleeves. Even a month into their marriage Scribonia was still clinging to Gaius like he would disappear and it made Lucretia's skin crawl.

Her thoughts were derailed by Octavia and Gaius entering the room. Octavia was gorgeous, she always had been. She was wearing a slightly darker white than other brides often did. Even though she had received a dispensation to marry it did not make her mourning for her late husband any less potent.

Lucius began the ceremony with a smile, and Lucretia let her thoughts wander again as she gazed around at the guests. Many were people she knew but were not close with. Horatia was here, with Lucius Fabius, and she caught her eye and gave a small smile. Agrippa placed a hand on Lucretia's back to bring her back to the present just as Antonius said the words that would confirm the marriage. She began to clap with the others, glancing sideways Lucretia locked eyes with Gaius who gave her a small triumphant smile.

Their peace with Antonius was sealed and soon the negotiations with Sextus would come to an end. Peace would rule Rome. 

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[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Four Reasons I Don't Support Suki x Marcus

There is another Sing ship involving the Saluki which I can't stop thinking about or continuing to be tortured by: shipping her with Johnny's dad!

These words cannot escape my mind from the video of Illumination taking risks: "The company is 'going to have to evolve. We can have a commitment strategy to movies as a cinema-going experience and we can layer other business on top of that. There are topics of conversation right now that are very relevant to what we're doing in the future that get into areas that potentially might not please everyone. I think you have to honor the stories that you tell, honor the choices that your filmmakers make, and you have to be willing to not have everybody pleased all the time."

And since high-grossing franchises are constantly milked, that means they'll need new stories and new material, including ones that fans aren't doing yet. Plus, as Illumination insists on animal behavior, it makes sense for a gentle giant like a gorilla to be protective towards a Saluki, one of the most timid dog breeds of all, so that's one "open-minded/I'm not a judgy bastard who should be sentenced to damnation" perspective, and yet, I can't stand the idea of them being romantic partners any more than her and Jimmy being romantic partners.

Here are the four reasons:

1. They've too big an age gap

Okay, Suki is either in her 20's or early 30's, and Marcus...well, most of the characters' ages here aren't clear, but I assume he's in his mid-40's or 50's. And I realize that Sing lacks pairings with the man being two-three decades older than the woman and "HAS TO BE relevant to real life in all ways", but do they really need that? And yes, Johnny could have a stepmom in his life, but does it have to be a woman close to HIS age?

2. They lack the chemistry

Seriously, who thinks Chelsea Peretti and Peter Serafinowicz would have any chemistry?

3. It spells old-fashioned stereotype

I know strong men would be a good shoulder for tough women to be there as a shoulder and make them feel stronger and make them feel more human, but does it have to imply the strong man is as strong as one of those weight-lifters at the circus? Skinny guys can be strong in some way too. And a lot of women today aren't interested in beefcakes, which brings me to this reason:

4. It destroys her better judgement

In her first few minutes of the film, she comes off as this pretty-dresser who comes from the squeaky clean big city and is hard to please (FOR ENTERTAINMENT, btw!) and because she's a lackey for someone muscular and well-dressed (Jimmy) and is loyal throughout the film, due to dogs being loyal, until she betrays him, everyone just automatically assumes she only likes high-quality individuals as much as high-quality shows. Shows and individuals are two different things. Why throw it away other than just to make Ash, Meena, Rosita, Nooshy, and Porsha the girls you want to like that aren't picky?

She has potential to be liked by someone not taller than her and for her to reasonably like them back. That's realistic and not as superficial.

And I can stand the idea of Marcus finding someone to replace Johnny's late mom, just not if it means destroying the mentioned potential Suki had with other characters, or better yet, maybe not have Johnny's mom dead after all. Incidentally, what is it with Illumination and not having characters' spouses present? Marcus, Jimmy Crystal, Clay Calloway (that I can excuse), and we cannot completely conclude that Buster's mom is dead too.

I seriously hope Illumination doesn't force them into being so. I can handle it being done in fanfictions, but not in actual canon because that means they'd have to be canon in every universe (like how Mickey and Minnie are a couple in every universe and so on with other cartoon couples).

[roseofcards90]

Hello! List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :D

Hi Marcus!!! :D Thank u so much! 5 things that make me happy:

1. my friends!!! Always number 1, I love my friends a lot <3

2. sweets! Any kind, I will inhale them. There is a high bar for me until something becomes too sweet for me to handle lol

3. video games! I grew up on them, and they're also one of my favorite forms of media. They have been a staple part of my interests for years <3

4. coffee and tea! I cannot choose between the two. I drink coffee more often, but that does not mean I don't appreciate the wonders of tea 😭 I still have a whole box full of tea bags from Christmas a few years ago that I still have yet to finish

5. plushies! I have too many send help

[spider-xan]

was talking w my friends about arkkane s2, and accord to her they got rid of a ton of writers ,which explains why it's so ass, especially because those writers are weirdos too apparently.

But like, imo even if they had the same writers ...I dont think it wouldve had a solid ending. I genuinely cannot think of how they wouldve been able to wrap up mostly everything within that time frame. Maybe it wouldve been less of a mess ,but I fear arkkane was doomed from the start if it was always going to have 18 episodes.

So maybe the best thing that couldve happened was it getting cancelled and us never seeing the crazy bs they pull in s2 with literally everyone. Like we all know how dirty they do Mel and Ekko, but EVERYONE becomes some wack version of themselves and I mourn it every other month 🥀

Yeah, my understanding is that the writing team was reduced to three writers for the second season, and everything I have seen in the way of commentary by them is just awful - the one that was especially bad was that one writer saying that the whole point of the police brutality opening scene in the first season was just to set up shipping drama between Vi and the fascist cop, and obviously, that is on the word of one writer, and who knows what the writers who were dropped intended to do with that, but yeah, that brings me to my next point.

I have said that the first season was somewhat better in terms of politics and class struggle than most liberal cartoons that try to tackle systemic oppression, but even then, the problems were already there - the whole obsession with POC as privileged oppressors, especially cops (why were all three named cops Asian, two of them women, and p much no other Asian characters, except Sevika if she's meant to be South Asian and the Finn guy, both villainous lol), oppressing mostly whites, which is what happens when you do tokenized diversity, but also like, just how much sympathy and moral complexity, leaning towards being good guys, the three major cops get, even the most blatantly corrupt one; obviously, I'm not saying every cop in a fictional story needs to be written as a cartoon Nazi or else the work is fascist, but the way even season one handles cops is that there are good cops who are noble deep down inside and want to help people, but they have to do bad things sometimes bc they are naive (Caitlyn) or it's the only way to keep the peace and they are kindly reasonable about it (Grayson) or they are being manipulated or threatened by those mean old working-class criminals and don't want to be corrupt (Marcus).

Anyway, yeah, I know they claim they had always planned on having two seasons, and I think two seasons could work if they had kept the story small and focused on the class struggle and especially the original premise of the conflict between two sisters instead of expanding the story to be about magic and a global apocalypse, but yeah, that didn't happen lol - obviously, if it has been cancelled after the first season, we would be complaining about that bc we would have no idea how bad the second season was, but yeah, everyone becoming a completely different and worse character in the second season is why I have zero interest in any fandom discussions from a Watsonian perspective and prefer Doylist meta analysis bc otherwise, you would have to accept a lot of awful ret-cons like Viktor suddenly being ashamed of being disabled when he wasn't in the first season and you have to wank it into place by being like, well, he was just completely secretive about it bc he was so sad uwu

[dragoonbutched]

Hate Holidays

Yang looks everywhere for him. He sure liked to hide away around any holiday. He seemed to dodge the question as to why, but maybe this time, she can convince him. If not for her, than for their three kids. Menoli noted that while he was a single dad, they didn't celebrate holidays. They just went out to a burger place and watch football (she still has no idea how a grown man takes a two year old for cheeseburgers and soda pops in a restaurant without drawing bad attention- especially with his reputation as a lethal assassin).

"Hey there Scrunchies. Wanna actually see them find eggs or are you gonna wear that shell all day?"

"Sorry...if it's bothering you, I could go back home."

"Now why would I wanna run off my only way back home when he could be a good boy and sit next to me? C'mon Mercury. It's Qing's first Easter. At least make sure she doesn't crawl down a hill and tumbles her soft head."

"I got an eye on her."

"...You seriously brought the drones to my family house?"

A single attack drone attached with kitty gloves watches over Qing. It had a red dot that pointed Qing to where the eggs were hidden.

"I cannot believe you spoiled her first Easter by giving her a drone."

"Not just her."

A three year old Spike was basically hovering in a booster seat carried by three drones. It swing him like a swing set onto tall egg hiding spots.

"You sure know how to ruin a holiday with the military budget of a small nation, Stilts."

"Oh come now, they're having fun."

Yang peers over to see Meloni nervously pick an egg while a drone celebrates with 8 bit music.

"No. Stop. Turn it off right now."

Yang pulls the phone away from him and let's the three run off to eat their egg candy. Meloni, Spike, and Qing wonder to Tai and he gives them veggies and mash potatoes with barbecue ribs to fend of their appetite for sugar.

"Now that you can't say your busy handling military operations in Gods know where, you better start telling."

"And if I don't?"

Yang looks at him with half lid eyes and a scowl.

"...Fine. I'll tell you. I don't like holdiays."

"I can see that. Now tell your adorable wife why. I cross my heart and hope to die before telling."

"If you're not gonna take it seriously, then I won't."

"This is how I take things seriously. I ease the edge off any hard talk. You can vouche how effective it was back in Atlas."

"Fine, fine."

Mercury looks over at Tai and the kids before back at Yang.

"...Not a lot of my memories in my family home were fun. I sure had a couple of good ones with my mom and dad...but half of them were always shouting matches. It got really bad at holidays. I could still eel the house quake whenever a car alarm rings. I think my dead mom is still shittalking my dad about some petty thing turned nuclear. It always started on some question. Dad didn't like be asked about anything. Then they go around this whole dance about how their marriage was invalid, since Marcus was married before meeting mom. My mom would go to her room crying or try to strangle my old man. That was every holiday with my brother. I still sometimes think they'll come back. Mom would ask a question and they do their tango all over again."

"...Didn't think having both parents around would end up like that."

"I don't think I could've said it better, and it sucks too, cuz I miss them. Miss them sometimes. But then I remember all the shit Marcus put me through. I remember what he turned Helios into, and..."

Mercury holds off from continuing to talk. Yang wraps herself around him.

"...thanks Southpaw."

"...Happy Easter Mercury."

"....Happy Easter, Yang."

[thenostalgiadepartment]

While browsing through Reddit looking for a new m/m romance to read, I saw someone describe one of the main characters of Heat Stroke by Tessa Bailey as a “muscular himbo puppy who dotes on his love interest.” While I haven’t read anything from Tessa Bailey previously, I am 100% into the doting character trope. Because of this, I decided to take a chance and picked up this book to see if it lived up to this particular user’s description.

Official Summary: They can't be together. They won't stay apart. Marcus “Diesel” O’Shaughnessy is a brash, oversized CrossFit enthusiast with a naked lady tattooed on his rippling forearm. Jamie Prince is a private school teacher with an extremely low tolerance for bull. The two men have zero in common. Well, except for three things. They’re both moonlighting as lifeguards for the summer. No matter how hard they try, they cannot stay away from each other. And both of them have secrets they’re determined to keep. But what happens in the shadows of the Long Beach boardwalk can only remain hidden for so long, before the July sunshine reveals the hot, unrelenting connection they never expected, forcing Marcus and Jamie to decide if they’re simply caught up in a temporary heat stroke or if they’ve found something worth rescuing... Published: March 15, 2019 Genre: Romance, M/M Romance, Contemporary Romance

Heat Stroke is the second book of the Beach Kingdom series. While I jumped straight into Book Two I felt nothing of importance was lost for context. The series follows the three Prince brothers: Andrew, Jamie, and Rory who all own a bar and man the lifeguard stations in Long Beach. Each book of the series follows one of the brothers’ relationships. The two other books of this series feature m/f relationships while Heat Stroke is the only m/m. 

In Heat Stroke we follow Jamie Prince, an economics teacher who returns home to help his brothers with the family business during the summer months. Amidst his busy schedule, he contends with Marcus, a muscular workout enthusiast who has taken it upon himself to shadow Jamie everywhere for the past three summers. Hello stalking!

In the opening pages, we receive several mixed signals from our main character Jamie. He clearly knows Marcus is very much in denial about being in the closet, and Jamie has several lines stating just why he doesn’t want to deal with men like that, including a predictable plot point that is repeatedly mentioned before we are given the obvious reveal. However the book had 225 pages and this was all from the first few, establishing that he most certainly wasn’t going to live up to his own rules. 

While Marcus does fit several of the himbo traits, he's lacking in what makes this character archetype stand out. A himbo is more than a dumb character. Himbos are friendly, loving, and protective of those they care about. They’re confident in themselves and their place in the world all the while sporting abs that can grate cheese. In my opinion, the himbo archetype is often misattributed to characters who are in actuality just a dumb jock. Marcus is just a dumb jock.

Marcus’s introduction with Jamie in this book is far from love at first sight. In fact Marcus seems to be making fun of Jamie more than anything (not protecting from the very getgo). Marcus flaunts his body at every occasion as if this is his sole defining trait. Further, the narrative stresses how “dumb” Marcus is by telling the reader he dropped out of college because he followed the sample schedule instead of his own actual schedule. Compounded with the naked lady tattoo constantly mentioned on Marcus’s forearm, he’s billed as a hyper-masculine “bro” who’s constantly contending with gay intrusive thoughts he’s incapable of processing because he’s written as being “too dumb” to handle them in a mature, adult manner. The story follows Jamie and Marcus as they navigate a pseudo-friendship. On one side, we have Marcus the self-proclaimed straight guy who thinks jacking off to the image of another guy's mouth is “just what guys do.” Then there’s “high IQ” Jamie, the so-called smartest man in the room, who heeds none of the warning signs of a path that he's already gone down previously.

The two seemed to be thrown together more out of Jamie feeling bad for Marcus and not wanting to upset him than any sense of love forming between the two. Over and over, the narrative forces these characters to interact rather than allowing their relationship to grow organically over time. 

The story fell into the predictable path of Marcus dealing with internalized homophobia from potential external sources we’re told Marcus is afraid of rather than shown in a scene. There are a few weak examples displaying the masculine pressure Marcus faces. We’re told that getting the girl and getting laid should be his priorities, but there’s only one instance of this having any real weight during a conversation between Marcus and his fellow gym bros. Because there’s no further pressure on Marcus beyond this one instance (the characters never show up again), this causes the subplot to fall flat. In fact, most of Marcus’s fears seem contrived more than anything, like the story and the author is holding him back from becoming a fully realized character.

While there are “spicy” scenes in this story, several of them include clunky dialogue that is distracting for the reader. You know how people talk about cringey euphemisms for body parts? Well this story has more than a few. I think the point of no return for me was after Jamie said the line, “You ready to feel my fuck, baby?” I know there are only so many things to call body parts, but really? The author couldn’t use the old faithful just to keep us in the scene? Mileage may vary on what euphemisms or “dirty talk” works for you as a reader, but the use of this line more than once was egregious and ruined the scene completely for me. 

The opening line of this book was, “God save him from confused straight guys.” I thought this was an eye-catching opener, but the book didn’t live up to this singular line. I really wish Jamie would have received some help from the nightmare I’ve described above, as he did not deserve to go through the amount of needless drama riddled within this story.

The third act break up was completely unnecessary and thrown in as if something had to fill those later pages. The ending couldn’t come soon enough, but it somehow felt rushed as if the author couldn’t wait to return to familiar m/f territory.

While there were a lot of things I found unenjoyable about this novel, I did find the occasional line of dialogue humorous. But there simply isn’t enough here to make it worth your while. There are plenty of other novels to read out there that treat these subjects with a little more tact and maturity, even while being comical. After reading Heat Stroke, I feel as though the author treated m/m romance in a very juvenile manner. 

Overall, only pick this book up if it's free from your local library. Only subject yourself to this story if you want to learn what not to do with these tropes. 

Rating: ★☆☆☆☆

[the-firebird69]

Our son has had some sleep but only about 6 hours and he needs to rest. That's true of these people are barbarians and pigs and they want to keep them up and they don't understand why no it doesn't make any sense but that's what they're doing anyone trying to kidnap him and all this crap so the fighting is intensifying with the pseudo empire and intensifying in Georgia in Massachusetts is a mess they're fighting really hard and there's more areas Utah is a disaster in California and Nevada and practically all the areas where they are are broiled New Zealand is under siege they have 25% of their first left only and they lost most of their territory yeah and Florida they're losing more of their lands today and they're going to court and they're going to lose another half and I'll push the war forwards it is a massive conflict huge numbers of dead giant giant scores of people aren't going missing we have a massive statement to make later on today regarding the atrocious behavior of these people here and we're continuing assaults on one person are issuing the statement to the Powers that be and telling them that they simply must rectify the situation. And the max of a plan is going slowly and it's allowing tons of abuses and their plan doesn't do anything because of it wherever he goes we have to be there and have to be on the other side and sounds like a complaining cuz we are it's really horrendous it's horrendous sounds horrendous talk horrendous people everywhere who are uncivilized and we don't want this anymore and we didn't want it but they horrendous they're huge huge losers and today we have a whole bunch of pre-purchase agreements to sign we have to get to it and we'll get inside them and enter to agreements and we have purchase agreements and it's a list of companies:

Siemens controls and HVAC components and that's what they can provide and it's a big company 29% today and that's the number for a presale agreement, New York HVAC equipment 35% presale agreement, trains 25% resale agreement, carrier 10% pre-sale agreement, and about five other HVAC companies and all of them around 30% and it's pre-sale

*a different category presale agreement for Zales and we said we were purchasing it but we haven't yet and they're trying to take the equipment and try to sell us it was less stuff and there's fighting over it and they think they're doing it so they want to sell more companies 40% pre-sale agreement being signed today, Tiffany's which is number two on Earth for the jewelry service and presale today 30% presale, this is a juggernaut in the business it just sends a decenza their number one 40% presale agreement today and they came to us this weekend it is a gigantic company and their reasoning is that they cannot handle any of it it's a war going after these small diamonds, Virginia Richmond and they sell jewelry and it's not really huge but they want to sell to us because they can't get any jewelry for their women it's the Jordan and they're about number 40 presale agreement,

* Harley Davidson they wanted to do a sale now they want to do a presale for about 55%, and it's a very large company and he has a huge number of factories in outlet stores that are really a sales tours and stores and he has some situators that provide them stuff and that is also going to be a presale agreement for 100% of five subsidiaries that provide accessory items and they're Harley-Davidson approved Chrome pieces and covers and seats and handle grips and tassels and tank covers and more and not the apparel there are several other companies for presale today

*one of them is from caldor and now it's Target we've been saying we're going to purchase it when we were told to we were told to and we agreed 35%, Marshalls 40%, Lord & Taylor and it's a decent science company and we are going to presale signed for 40%, Neiman Marcus 50% resale agreement, JCPenney 60% presale agreement and yes our son's idea is working and daughters idea, the other companies too Sears and roebuck I think 30% presale and Walmart 10% presale

*Floyd Daniels 30% presale Morrison Knudson 40% presale maybe more, Bechtel about 15% presale, Turner 20% presale, perini 30% presale, and they're more construction companies about 50

*these companies are pretty big is the grocery companies and their presale again and we're entering sales and then bja just sat there and did nothing and was really annoying at Kroger 20%, stater Brothers 30%, Winn-Dixie 20%, overland 20%, Lane 30%, and a couple others that are pretty big but they're 30%, we are running up to the hour we do have to do other things right now there are other companies and we'll list them later on

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues and Hera

[ghostfaey]

La sparizione - chapter ten

Summary: Plagued by the ghosts of her past, Riona has hidden away for centuries. That is until the call for help of a certain seer finds her and begs her to save her brother. Not knowing how her life will change, she finds her way to Volterra, directly in front of the leaders of the Volturi.

Trigger Warning: Violence, SA, blood, Death of Children, Murder, just some nasty things

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"I should have known.", a familiar voice wakes me from my thoughts as I am still curled into Marcus side. 

I losen my grip on him and look up into the sour faces of Aro and Caius. I am used to see this look adoring the face of the pale blonde, but is is a first for me to see it on the mind readers face. It is quiet amusing if I am being fully honest. 

"It seems as if they have found out.", Marcus whispers into my ear and I have to stiffle a laught. Caius crosses his arms in front of his chest as he huffs.

"Oh yes we did find out brother.", he hisses. "What has come to you, to just vanish in the midst of a trial? Leaving us behind without a word. We looked like utter fools!"

"Caius is right, brother.", Aro agrees. "We cannot ignore our duties. Even with our dear Riona here making it hard for us to focus. We all want to spend time with her but this is in no way how we are going to handle this situation."

I can feel the sight that leaves Marcus as he sits up straighter and so I do the same. 

"I am truly sorry my brothers and I ask for your forgivness.", Marcus speaks, though I can tell he does not fully mean it. The time we spend together in this garden was to precious, I know he doesn't regret coming here to meet me.

"So am I.", I speak up, catching all three of their eyes on me and with that also softening the harsh lines on both Caius and Aros faces. I get up, not liking the feeling of them towering over me. "I know you must attend to your duties and that I cannot be the reason for any of you to start slacking off. I knew Marcus left you two behind but I did not say anything and accepted it. Next time I will know better."

I lower my head as I apologize. 

Caius hums as he thinks about accepting my apology. I know that Aro is already well over it, seeing the soft look on his face. 

"Well as long as it does not happen again." I hear the blonde say and a smile spreads itself over my face. "But you must admitt it is quiet unfair."

I rise my brow in confusion not knowing what he means. 

"Unfair?", I ask, glancing towards his dark haired brother standing next to him. He seems to understand the suggestion his brother is making and so he too is wearing a wolfish grin, but not at all trying to hide it.

Caius steps towards me, hands claspt behind his back.

"Well of course. Out of all of us it has been Marcus who spend most time with you.", he explains and I realize what he's hinting at. "Actually it almost seems as if you'd favour him. Or am I wrong?"

Something tells me that this isn't all fun, like Caius is trying to make it seem. The smirk that is now fully on display almost got me convinced. But the burning feeling of jealousy deep in the pit of my stomach that does not come from myself tells me otherwise. I must say I am not surprised at that. 

Afterall he is the one who does not carry a gift. Next to his brothers he seems almost ordinary. In a coven where there are generally recruted immortals with special traits and gifts it must be excrutiating to be the only one to be normal.

Caius is a man of jealousy. 

And now he has to share the one thing that should have been his only. 

I do feel bad for him, truly. 

I humm. "How odd. It almost seems to me as if you are jealous." Wihout a second passing Caius smirk is gone and he squints his eyes at me. "If you would like to spend time with me you simply need to say so."

Now it is I who grins at him. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see Aro trying to hide a chuckle.

I turn away from him, crossing my arms behind my back and taking my first steps deeper into the gardens.

"Shall we, Caius?", I speak as the blonde devil does not seem to follow me any time soon. It takes him only a second to think about my words, before he takes my lead and appears next to me, leaving his two brothers behind without a second glance.

Caius and I have been walking through the gardens for quiet some time, but as much as I enjoy watching the flowers bloom, it has gotten quiet repetitive. So I have asked of him to instead show me around the castle. I am sure that Felix has done his best to show me all the important rooms and their use but I simply want to see the rest too. To know where all the art pieces are from, to know the history of the old stone walls, to know all their favourite spots.

"Aro has always been a lover of the arts. He collects every painting, sculpture or poetry book that catches his eye.", Caius explains to me as we walk among one of the many corridors littered with paintings . "You could almost call it an obsession of his." The last part he whispers, a smirk upon his lips and I can't help but chuckle. 

"Well it is understandable. Forever is such a long time. It would be strange if one wouldn't become mad in one way or another.", I speak, trying to sound serious but failing oh so terribly. Caius hums. "I cannot say you are wrong."

We come across a painting dressed in a golden frame. On it one can see an almost nude woman, covered by only a white sheet. She is laying on a large bed, her blonde hair sprawled behind her like a halo of golden light. Her face is turned sideways, the look upon it seems serene, as if she were sleeping. Looking closer I can see the veins under her skin, the soft lashes tickeling her cheekbones, the creases around her eyes. If it wasn't for the soft brush strokes  I would almost think of is as a photograph rather than a painting.

There is no name marking this artpiece. My eyebrows knitt together and out of the corner of my eyes I can see Caius watching me interested, a slight smile gracing his lips. 

"This is yours." Not a question, since I am sure I am right in my assumption. 

Again he only hums as he steps closer to me, taking a look at the artpiece himself, studying it as if it's the first time for him to see it.

It is quiet between us, both absorbed in the piece. But his presence behind me I cannot quiet ignore. The prickling feeling that it sparks inside me makes me want to lean closer. But I won't.

"All those years of practicing, of watching, luring, trying to mimick every move, every muscle, crease, strand of hair, yet I feel I have never really succeeded in capturing emotions." His voice behind me calms my rigid thoughts and I turn my face around, to look at him. He is still looking at the woman with the golden halo. "Every person I try to capture, they all seem so blant. Their emotions, no matter what it is they are feeling, what they are portraying, when I paint them, they always seem empty." I look back at the picture, trying to see what he is talking about. I huff.

"Well I think it looks absolutely brilliant.", I say. "I do not know what kind of emotions you tried to capture but when I look at it I feel at peace. It makes me feel a certain warmth."

Caius chuckles. "Your words only confirm my thoughts." He looks at me. "I was trying to potrait numbness. The short moment one feels before everlasting sleep." 

I think for only a moment before replying. 

"Do you not think there is a certain peacefulness in feeling nothing at all? No pain, emotional or physical. No worries, not thoughts." 

I turn around fully, gazing into ruby red eyes. 

"Did you not feel at peace when death came for you and you took your last breath"

There are many things that I wish to forget but the moment my heart stopped beating is not one of those. The moment I realized my human days were over I found tranquility. All the agony I felt, washed away by death. 

Not a soul has ever told me there was a chance for me to wake up again. No one has told me the pain would come back at a tenfold.

Caius looks confused. His eyebrows are drawn together and his eyes are squinting at me like they do ever so often.

"I think our deaths have been very unalike."

Caius and I's time together was cut short as he got called to the throneroom for an urgent matter. For once he chose his words carefully and asked of me to stay behind and enjoy myself however I would like while he was away. Of course I was terribly curious of what this urgent matter was and why it could not wait but the blonde devil and I had managed to get along during our time together, which is oh so rare, and I did not want to risk getting into another argument. Also I do feel like that in the end whatever was about to happen in the throneroom was not something I would very much enjoy being part of. So while he went to be with his brothers I continued looking at the pieces decorating the wall. Some of them I knew 'cause I have seen them before but in between the paintings of famous artists I found more and more of the golden frames that held Caius' art. His painting all give of the same feeling to me. Soft warmth, peacefulness. But the more I looked at them the more I understood what Caius meant when he said he tried to portraint numbness. I understood that one might see sorrow and pain in them. But to me it was different. I am still wondering if the reason why I feel so different about them is because of the artist himself. 

I forgot about the time and before I could even comprehend how long I had been wandering the corridors I suddenly came face to face with Jane. To this point I had not interacted with her quiet a lot and she still does make me feel uncomfortable. An old soul forever trapped in the body of a mere child but with the power to bring immortal beings to their knees. To think about he things she will never get to experience; how sad. 

She came to inform me that the three brothers had finished their business and would like for me to meet them in their loungeroom. Which is where I currently am. Curled up on a soft, red armchair, listening to the crackling of the fire which burns in the fireplace, lulling the room into an for the castle unusual warmth. 

Books of different ages, bound into leather, lay on top of the small table in front of me. Marcus told me they brought books for me aswell, about the castle and the history of the Volturi. But to be honest I have read so much in the past few days that for now I would much rather indulge into different activities. I wonder if they would make it possible for me to get my own little space where I could grow and dry different herbs and make tinktures and medicine out of it. Just like I had done back in ireland for so many years.

There is no use for it here in the castle, immortals cannot get ill. But it brings me joy. And well they could sell them on the local market. Back in ireland I did use them to heal wounded animals and occasionaly gave them to humans when they were brave enough to visit me in my little hut because they needed help. I am glad that witchhunts are not done anymore, I have been accused of being one for way too many times. It's exciting the first two times but it does get a bit annoying after that.

When I was still mortal I had to be careful to not draw too much attention to my craft. My mother had teached me all I had to know about different kind of herbs and plants. But just like her I only used them for me and my family. The risk was to high. Maybe I was lucky when my father had become fond of the farmers son. Maybe I was lucky when together they burned the garden my mother and I worked so hard for. When they threw the jars filled with salves and oils in the flames. Maybe I was lucky it wasn't me in the flames.

But it would have spared me from the tragedy to come.

Screams and the clashing of metal  against bone echoes in my ears. The smell of blood and burned flesh in my nose as if it hasn't been thousands of years. Images creep themself in front of my eyes. 

I try to blink them away as I notice my hands begin to shake. Pulling my legs close to me, hugging myself.

"Are you quite alright, cara?" I look up and see Aro in front of me, his eyes holding a worried look in them. Behind him his brothers also are focused on me, both having the same look on their face. I glance back at Aro and nod. 

"Yes, I just remembered something.", I speak but my voice cracks and I curse myself for it. The raven haired vampire crouches down in front of me, one of his hands reaching out to softly lay upon my arm. The thin fabric of my shirt keeping him from seeing my thoughts and I'm glad for it. I am not sure that I could hid my thoughts from him through the chaos in my mind. Something in me yells to let him see. To let them all know. They already suspect something anyway and I cannot make them belive that I am truly fine when it's my emotions that they can feel. So why not let them know? So they can caress my skin, use their soft voices to sooth me and take the memories away. 

Not yet. 

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Choices!Series Part Eight: What Happens In Reno

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Part One: First Date (NSFW) - Nester and you have an unusual first date.

Part Two: Familia - (Feat: Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus discovers your relationship.

Part Three: Fair Trade - Miguel makes a proposal.

Part Four: Slaughterhouse Rules - Miguel feeds you to the wolves.

Part Five: Stay With Me - Nestor deals with the aftermath.

Part 6: Run - Nestor can’t give you what you need.

It’s a mess, your head isn’t in the game. You’ve been away for almost three months, running on caffeine and very little sleep, because the nightmares they haunt you, they leave you desperate and breathless. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve picked up the phone, your finger hovering over his contact. It’s an emoji, a simple heart but you can’t bring yourself to dial because Nestor deserves better than this, he deserves better than you.

So instead, you handle it yourself, you drink from the tiny bottles in the mini bar until you sink into oblivion, until you don’t have to feel anymore.

It’s during this time you decide it’s time to hit Reno.

It’s near enough a suicide mission without Coco to back you up, you know that. The last time the two of you had paid a visit, you’d killed Lucky Lou for developing his own line of snuff films. His brother Eddie had put a bounty on both of your heads and taken up the family business, only with an additional side-line in minors. You’d been making plans to cut the head off the snake before your whole life had gone off the rails.

It’s just one job, you rationalise.

If you bite the bullet at least you go out on a high.

Eddie’s grown lax over the past year, you guessed since you hadn’t come back in the last couple of years he’s grown complacent. The truth is you’ve been biding your time, waiting for the heat to die down. You would have gone to Coco with this in a couple of month if the Galindo thing hadn’t thrown you off.

You cannot fucking believe that it’s Eddie that catches you out. He’s overweight and sluggish, or so you think until he gets the drop on you. You forget that he was a boxer back in the day, that he still trains in the gym down by the studio. When he hits you with a right hook, it hurts like a bitch, but it sends a spike of adrenaline coursing through you. It’s like a narcotic sparking in your veins and you embrace the rush.

The fight is brutal and punishing because Eddie’s a trained fighter, he hits fucking hard. You know he used to be a heavy weight in the ring, he’d won a championship or two before he’d become a convicted sex offender. Eddie, he tended to like them on the young side. He’d been the one participating in some of the latest snuff porn.

Each blossom of pain feels like a gift, because it’s the first time you actually allow yourself to feel something. It’s cathartic in a way, the physical marks revealing your battered psyche. When you break Eddie’s nose, you feel it crumple under your fist, hear the crunch as his head snaps back. He howls, a roar that vibrates through your fucking bones as he falls across the desk. When he swings back around, that fury in his gaze, you don’t see the knife in his right hand, not until he plunges it into your left side.

It’s agony and clarity all at the same time. It fuels you, breaking through the mental fog that’s been oppressing you for the past three months. You don’t want to be the latest victim of a porn king that deals in snuff films. You don’t want to die in a fucking valley in the desert. Your determined not to be a footnote in someone’s story. You want your own happy ending. You want to mean something to someone, and you do.

You have that with Nestor, the man who makes you smile with his wicked sense of humour and teasing kisses when he finds your ticklish spots. The man who whispers sweet nothings into your ear at night, lips brushing over your skin as he makes love to you, who reads books when you need to hear his voice. The man who used to freestyle rap with his brother before the accident that claimed his life, who still freestyle raps when he's in the shower, washing that glorious hair. The man who just keeps giving himself over to you again and again and again.

You’re a fucking idiot, you realise that now, this thing with Miguel is ruining you and you’re letting it.

Seeing Christopher Howard again, his resemblance to his brother, his hands around your throat, those fucking eyes staring into yours…

It triggered something inside of you. There were things coming back to you, things that you hadn’t remembered because there were gaps, huge gaps around what happened back then. You remembered every fucking thing during the attack but before that and the hours in the aftermath, there were patches of time missing.

You’d seen a counsellor after the rape, it had helped until it didn’t. She’d said it was dissociative amnesia, part of the PTSD. You’d given up on ever recovering those memories. Now they were coming back in flashes and snippets, you couldn’t seem to make sense of them.

Your behaviour over the past few months, you recognise it now. Post traumatic stress disorder, it’s insidious, it creeps through your brain, seeping into the cracks and fucking with you until you didn’t know which way was up. It took this moment, looking into the eyes of the man who was about to kill you to realise that.

“I almost let you fucking kill me.” You tell him as your own knife, the one with the rose etched into the handle, slips into your hand like an old friend. You’re quick, quicker than Eddie is. You strike like a viper, quick, concise, clean. It’s a direct blow straight to his heart. He gurgles, spittle and blood, spattering on his lips. His knife makes a no noise as it tumbles to the carpet. His hand grips your leather jacket, fingers curling around the lapel as his knees buckle.

You see the light starting to die in his eyes before you push him away. He hits the ground with a heavy thud.

It was quick, too quick for someone whose committed the atrocities he has but you can feel your strength fading. He’s gotten you good with that knife, you’re not sure how deep it is but the blood flow is steady, it pours through your fingers when you press them to it.

In the bathroom of the porn studio you patch yourself up as best you can with a small first aid kit, that barely has anything but butterfly stitches, padding and gauze. It’s not going to do much in the long run, but it will hold for now, at least until you burn this motherfucking hellhole to the ground.

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Although Sydney is inexperienced compared to Carmy, she’s positioned as an equal of sorts by the series. The series doesn’t simply state that she worked at good restaurants, she worked at some of the best restaurants and they even have Carmy say, “this is some serious heat” when referring to that. He also states that she’s OVERqualified.

It’s not enough to mention the quality of her previous work, Carmy stated the obvious.

And, imo, Sydney wanting to stage for him, with the fact that she’s overqualified in mind, says that it’s not from a mentee perspective, but rather, as someone who feels that there is always more to learn. She’s not not new to this or even in Marcus’ position, which now that I think about it makes the argument that their relationship is one of a mentor/mentee strange, this woman has worked under man accomplished chefs and owned her own business at one point.

Before we found out about her failed catering business, we get hints that Sydney knows what the fuck she’s doing even outside of being a chef. She writes COGs for Carmy, which he admits within that episode, I believe, that she was right about sandwiches killing them. So we see that Sydney is observant and smart as fuck. There were several things she noted or anticipated—detail oriented. We also see her display on the spot and creative thinking when she seemingly has no other options and builds a fucking outdoor grill.

It wasn’t enough for Sydney to express the same beliefs about a new way of running a kitchen, we are given tidbits that she can run a kitchen/restaurant.

And, I could be wrong about this next part, but when the show has Syd tell us that her business failed, it wasn’t because it was poorly run. She explicitly says “it got too big too fast.” Her business was doing well—too well, but she couldn’t handle the demand and that’s why it failed. (Cooks and restaurant people can correct me on this.) from what I understand, esp with black entrepreneurs, many of their business fail not because it’s bad or poorly run, but because they cannot expand and get more capital to meet the demand, which sounds like Sydney’s situation. She may have needed more resources than she was given, which ruined her.

Then, to further hone in on how Sydney is viewed as an equal, they have Marcus literally so he learned so much from her and Carmy and that they taught him/were good at different things.

Sydney does still have some learning to do, however, I don’t think this show was ever positioned as Sydney and Carmy being mentor/mentee. Of course we know Sydney finds Camry impressive, but Carmy finds her impressive too and not in a “she’s a great nice upcoming chef to take under my wing”, but as in someone who is just about on his level and that he can partner with.

Despite her occasional greenness, that’s why Carmy extends a partnership to her in the end. He’s seen enough! He knows this is a person who wants to do business with.

And they balance each other out too! Syd can be too impatient and Carmy can be too slow, but they both push each other, try to hold each other accountable, and learn from one another.

There is a deep respect there. These two basically share the same brain cell, but work different parts of it. 🥹

Like…*chef’s kiss* 🧑🏼‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳

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so happy you opened requests gia ☺️ could i request something with the reader as ruby’s younger sister, who is a single mom herself? (i already know i’m gonna love anything you come up with and i cannot wait to read it ♥️)

Mooon sang 💖💖💖💖. Please enjoy this headcanon. (Ok, I won't lie. I'm a little nervous lol.)

Reblogs and feedback are very welcome.

Headcanon: No one messes with my baby girl.

- Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You -

-> 18+ readers only!

-> English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.

You're ruby's younger sister. As a single mother and widow, you had no choice but to join the girls in the money laundering business.

That's how you met Rio. There was an immediate attraction between the two of you.

You kept your relationship a secret for a while since you knew your sister would disapprove.

When you revealed the truth to Ruby, the two of you got into an argument. But thankfully, you were able to work things out together. She realized Rio was the right man for you.

You finally told your daughter about Rio. Even though you were nervous, everything went smoothly. She and Marcus have an undeniable bond. They become inseparable.

You are now married and happy with your life.

Hard days are behind you. You're sitting with Rio in your daughter's principal's office. Because your daughter is a committed and hardworking student, you're hoping for good news. But it turned out it wasn't the case at all.

"So your daughter said, "I quote: My dad can beat your stinky ass if you bother me. Do you really want to risk it?"

"That's my girl," Rio replies with pride.

"Rio!" You retort, irritated. It's a prestigious school—the best in the area. You're also proud of her, but you don't want her to get into trouble.

He offers you a tender glance. "Let me handle this, darling."

"So let me get this straight, yeah?" He shifts his posture slightly. His eyes turn from loving and caring to hard and menacing instantly.

"My daughter is being bullied. she's standing up for herself, but she's the problem?"

"I don't like your tone, Mr. Pérez!" Warns Mrs. Miller.

It's getting out of hand and on the verge of reaching dangerous proportions. You need to act quickly before the situation becomes much more serious.

"Ok, I think this—" You start, trying to calm things down, but Rio is firm, especially regarding his kids.

"And I don't like people wasting my time." He interrupts you. "So you better fix this cause you won't like the outcome if I step in." He clenches his jaw. His eyes are blazing, his voice, his face, everything in his entire demeanor screams intimidation.

"Ok, so here's what we're going to do. We're going to set up a meeting with the other parents, and maybe she can clear the air with them and—"

"Yeah. You do that. Don't let it happen again. No one messes with my baby girl."

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