#Vaycay you are wonderful

[citrus-cactus]

Remembering that I always go a little bit crazy in wintertime, last January/February was AWFUL because of a very specific work task (daily meetings my beloathed), and work never fails to ramp up this time of year anyway due to how budgets are structured, meaning stress has the potential to be MAXXXXXXED.

In other news, I probably won’t have to get a root canal if I can stop the habit I’ve developed of grinding my teeth. So yay(?) ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[localsamalicer]

Tmagp 29 thoughts!!

Sorry I was a little later to this one I’m on a really nice little vaycay but I got the chance to sit back in a place w good reception and listen to this one!

I don’t have tooo many thoughts about this one I’m mostly just in shock and fear lol but that’s the point ig :)

Yay Sam isn’t dead? I don’t think I should celebrate so soon tho-

I feel like aspects of this statement will def be foreshadowing Hilltop and I am very scared of it will be sacrificing a loved one for something/ your life or something to do w tunnels and keys…. I am side eyeing Celia pointedly rn if you can’t tell (jk I love her but still I am worried)

This is the first time I have had a really fucking bad feeling Alice is going to die, like dreadfully so. She's going to be get on the next train, go to Hilltop, Sam and Celia are going to be in serious trouble, and she's going to dive in and get herself killed saving them.

If she does I am throwing fucking hands, she’s literally my favorite character and my everything right now.

Also Teddy in pinks is wonderful, I hope this means his gonna come back and be a part of the main cast, tho that likely means someone will have to go at the end of this season for him to fill the slot and I am not ready to lose anyone ESPECIALLY ALICE GOD

Oh and the joke going around that The/An Archivist needing to take public transport to get around has me cackling

[basilthymee]

Rating every (vanilla) Rain World region based on if I would go there on holiday or not.

OUTSKIRTS

7/10

Despite the seemingly barren landscape, I think Outskirts would make a great place to stay! Theres a good mix of nature but also some more mechanical elements! This mix definitely gives it a beautiful aesthetic. One small issue I have though is that certain paths are simply too tight or narrow to go through! Thus deducting some points from its overall score.

(more under cut!)

INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX

5/10

Look, it's okay. I'm sure there's something fascinating with all the run-down machinery, but this isn't a very good place to have a relaxing trip! For example, if I want to find a good spot to sunbathe, I'd have to climb all the way up to one of its peaks! That's simply too much work.

GARBAGE WASTES

0/10

It's literally a landfill. Not to mention the living rot cysts scattered all over the place! Horrid. Putrid.

DRAINAGE SYSTEM

1/10

Not much better than wastes, this place is pretty much a sewer. I'm only giving it a point because of the beautiful graffiti art in some sections of the region. Other than that though, hard pass.

SHADED CITADEL

3/10

Great for a halloween getaway or a winter trip, definitely not great for summer vaycay. Can you imagine the humidity down there? And not to mention the total lack of sunlight! The only reason I'm giving it 3 points is due to the fact that some of its bridges do lead to the outside and they give a very pretty view of the sky.

SHORELINE

9/10

Now this is what I'm talking about! Small little beach islands where you can get a towel and soak in the sun? Its perfect! The water looks perfectly fine to swim in too! Oh, and it also has a friendly neighbour! Overall, a great place for a summer vacation, highly reccomended.

CHIMMNEY CANOPY

5/10

As much as the view must be amazing from up here, I'm not a fan of heights, not to mention the deteriorated structures make it very hard to get around! The birds too always pecking at your food! What a pest!

THE EXTERIOR

0/10

This place looks horrible. No sunlight, no sunbathing spots, hostile terrain, its really the perfect mix of non-redeeming qualities! Zero outta ten! Get outta here!

FIVE PEBBLES

0/10

No sunlight, rude host, and the zero gravity gimmick gets old very fast. Not to mention the constant glowing flies all over the place! Another zero out of ten. This place blows.

SKY ISLANDS

7/10

Despite saying that I don't like heights earlier, the flora and fauna here is simply spectacular, definitely makes the trip worth it, not to mention the beaming sunlight that shines all over this place! It's wonderful!

FARM ARRAYS

6/10

Very meh area to be honest. Sunlight is okay, it has some good sunbathing spots, but I'm really not a fan of the whole country vibe It has. Would I go there once because it looks pretty? For sure. Would I go there more than once? Not a chance.

SUBTERRANEAN

0/10

This place sucks. Dark, dank, humid, all-around terrible. I hate it.

[f0point5]

Hello from my vaycay (still ongoing)... I just needed to put in some rambling into your ask box again. 😄

I've read all the last parts and I've read so many asks and your answers to them and how the prevailing idea seems to be that it's y/n who needs a wake up call...

First off, I loved the birthday weekend content and all things entailed. And this whole weekend seemed to open different cans of worms.

I said after the first texts Elliot sent y/n on her "behavior" around Max that I didn't like her reaction. I also said I'd wait for the Monday part to see what she'll do with it after she's done celebrating Max. And it didn't change anything for me.

I get it that Elliot isn't necessarily the one making his friends do the stalking and watching and talking. I get it that he isn't the one initiating this or wanting it or whatever. I get that's it's hard to deal with her being "famous" or trending on Twitter with the things she does and says, that it makes him look bad in front of his friends and that it damages his reputation if you will. I understand that it's a bad look and that it's rough on him to have people message him about those things. BUT HONESTLY... he had it coming! If he hadn't talked as big as he did to everyone and their friends like she's his girlfriend already, he might have had an easier time. And telling her she should change her behavior? Who does he think he is? I don't like the guy. And I don't see what she likes about him either. Besides the fact that he doesn't watch F1 and that he isn't "famous" and isn't part of her world... what is there about him to make her like spending time with him? She doesn't have too much to tell about their dates, she always sounds so bored... I don't get it. 🤣 I'll celebrate the day when he's finally gone.

Now back to Max and y/n and the ideas on who needs the wake up call... for a really long time I was absolutely sure about the fact that it's indeed her. And I never once got the idea that it's him. I didn't change my mind in the way that I now think it's him.

No, I now got the notion that they're kinda in the same boat. I feel like both of them believe the other doesn't feel like more. And they both seem to have their way of dealing with that.

In one ask there was a theory that y/n had a thing for Max years back and that he put racing first. And I honestly doubt that would fit the narrative. I don't think Jos would support the connection between them as much as he does if it were true. And I don't think Max would be so sure about her feelings if he knew she once had a thing for him. I'd understand her feelings if it were true, but it wouldn't explain Max's.

Somehow I feel like there's something in their way that happened in the past. I don't know how to explain it or how far back we need to dig but it seems like something happened between them that made both of them believe the other's never gonna look at them any other way than as a best friend. To make it sound even crazier it feels like whatever happened might be something that made Max feel like she'd never be interested in that way and him reacting to that made her feel like he'd never be interested in that way. Like that something happening wasn't something that was talked about but something that just was. 😅 I'm not making any sense here. 🤣

Anyways, I'm looking forward to the next parts... I'm really curious who that Clara girl is and what kinda favor Max needs from her and why y/n doesn't seem too happy about her being there for the next race.

Max's reaction to her tweets came out kinda strong and her deleting them seemed equally as strong of a reaction. I wonder what you're cooking there... 😅

I get your reaction Y/N’s butbutbut I feel it’s in line with the reaction of someone who is only marginally concerned either way. She said it since Day 1 if he doesn’t get in like there’s another 4 billion men out there. She enjoys his company enough and she believes his drama will settle down enough to not be a problem. If it were me, man would be blocked, but I get her I won’t lie.

Max having no time for anything but racing as a teen has always been a canon event. I think there’s some unresolved feelings from the early teen years lol but weren’t we all young and dumb once. They are no the primary thing affecting Max and Y/N’s mindset now, I will say that much.

You’re making sense! We will dig more into how the friendship settled into what it is. We started to touch on it in the flashback part, how they slowly started to build something really strong. I plan to jump back before that and after to see how and why they became how they are. Max and Y/N both have reasons they think they aren’t together, they think they’re doing the right thing and maybe they are….

I am beginning to hint at some of Max’s reasoning very gently, I’m curious if anyones picked up on it. I’m trying to do justice to how little I think Max would reveal about all this to people, especially over text.

But yeah he was not amused by her Twitter exchanges. For a pretty sound and specific reason which I fully get but I think he was feeling particularly touchy after the whole birthday weekend. She deleted them because she felt bad she’d made him uncomfortable, and she knows him better than anyone. She picked up on a least a bit of what he meant.

I’m planning a very jam packed race weekend of revelations so… ;)

[likesunsetorange]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcT1Fyh/

exes to lovers mikasa on vaycay 😭

LMAO not her singing a song to shade eren, meanwhile everyone else is just standing there wondering if it’s about to get messy or not lmao

but if you know me (a chronic party girl) i always include some sort of drunk shenanigans in my fics sooooooooooo, we’ll see what happens 😗

[fire-for-you]

this is where the rest of our life begins - PART SIX

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pairing - l. fitz x g. ward

rating - teen and up (for part six: mpreg, boys in love, alpha grant ward, omega leo fitz, a/b/o dynamics, aos season 1, established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, implied sexual content, possessive grant?, a little angsty)

word count - 4,067

summary - fitzward and a little vaycay!! whooo! plus a surprise...maybe two surprises??

how far along is fitz - 20 weeks

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The next day...

Grant rapped his knuckles against Coulson's office door, Leo shuffling up behind him. "Come in!" The Omega inside called. Ward slid through the doorway, holding the door open for his boyfriend. They both sat in front of his desk, Grant crossing his legs. "Yes?" Coulson asked, slowly dragging his eyes up from his paperwork. 

The Alpha's eyebrows twitched down for a moment. "Leo and I were wondering if we could get some time off to go on a trip. Like, three days?" He started. 

Coulson leaned forward on his desk, crossing his arms. "Why?"

"I think Leo needs a change of scenery. He's couped up in the Bus all day and has developed an-" Grant paused, glancing at his Omega. "An aversion to blood."

Leo nods, looking at their superior. "Well, I never really liked it in the first place, but now that I'm pregnant, seeing blood just makes me sick."

Coulson didn't say anything for a beat. "Where were you thinking?" Grant spoke excitedly about a destination as Coulson grabbed a sheet of paper from a drawer. He filled out the form before sliding it over to Leo and Grant. They both initialed the bottom before Leo excused himself and rushed to the bathroom. 

"He alright?" The Omega asked, taking the handed-back form. 

"Just fine. Random urges to pee. At least I know he's drinking water." Grant stood, ironing out the wrinkles in his dark jeans.

The older man nodded. "When are you leaving?" 

"As soon as possible, I suppose. A rented car should be here in a few hours."

"Alright, well, have fun. Keep Leo safe and stay out of trouble." Coulson warned, his inner Omega still worried for Leo's safety with this older Alpha. 

Grant nodded, "Yes, sir." He pushed in his chair slightly and walked out of the room. 

--

A day and a half later...

Grant opened the cabin door, heaving heavily. He went straight to the fridge, grasping a cold water bottle and chugging it. His heartbeat slowed, and the brunette wiped his mouth with a sweaty hand. A bump from the bedroom made him pause, calling out, "Leo?"

The hairs on his neck stood straight in the cold silence before a weak "Help" was the reply. 

"Oh my god," Ward said, forcefully setting down the bottle before rushing down the hall. He found Leo sitting on the bedroom floor, his t-shirt riding up and tears falling down his pale cheeks. 

The Omega sniffed and put his hands in the air. "I slipped off the bed." This claim was confirmed by the bed scarf half on the carpet. "My back hurts." Fitz rubbed his eyes, lip trembling. "And now I can't get up!" He wailed. 

"Oh, baby." Grant cooed, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand and crouching before his boyfriend. The Alpha wiped at his tears, whispering sweet nothings to calm the scientist down. Leo sniffled again as he looked into Ward's deep brown eyes. The other smiled, tilting up the shorter's chin and kissing him. Grant licked his lips when he pulled away. "Mmm. Flavor?" 

"Cherry." The younger held up a tube of red chapstick pulled from his pocket. 

The Alpha hummed. "Makes you even more delicious." He got up, reaching down his hands for Leo's and pulling. 

They both worked Leo to his feet, Grant pulling Leo in for a hug. "Ah, Grant, you're too sweet. And sweaty." Leo wrinkled his nose, pushing Grant away. "God, take a shower." 

Ward dropped his mouth open in mock offense. "Hey, you used to like me like this. I saw you before we started dating. All the staring." Ward gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. 

"Just...couldn't...help...myself." Leo swooned as his boyfriend stripped down to his boxers, looking at all of him. "How do you think I got this way?" He asked, gesturing to the growing bump of his belly. 

"Am I just that," Grant paused, striking a pose. "Irresistible?" 

Leo sat gingerly on the bed, giggling to himself, "I'm just here for the muscles; sorry, babe." He grabbed a book from the side table, shifting more into the center of the mattress. 

The brunette made an offended sound from the connected bathroom as the shower started. "Tell that to the 'I love you' you said earlier." 

"That was just because you made me a sandwich!" Fitz shouted over the running water. Eventually, the handle turned, and the pitter-patter ceased. Grant walked out, a towel around his middle and one in his hand, drying his hair, droplets of moisture dripping between his abs. 

Leo groaned when he looked up, "Okay, can you stop being sexy for, like, six months, please? Seriously the next time we have sex, I will get pregnant again, just because you're so damn attractive."

The Alpha laughed, "While I appreciate the compliments, babe, I'm sure the only reason you got pregnant this time is because the condom broke." 

Leo's face screwed up into one of confusion. "What? No, we didn't even have a condom. I also told you I hadn't gotten another birth control prescription yet. But you said it was fine." He stopped looking at Grant, rambling. "Yeah, we definitely had too much wine that night. Wow, you really 'knocked me up,' huh? How have we not had this conversation earlier?" 

Grant shrugged. "I guess we were talking about different encounters." 

Leo shook his head, sipping on a cup of decaf tea. 

Ward finished drying his hair and hung up the small towel on a hook. "Hey, um, I need to talk to you about something." 

"Alright, but you need to put on some clothes first." 

Grant rolled his eyes as he pulled on a shirt and basketball shorts, sitting beside his boyfriend on the bed. "I-" He stopped, taking a breath. "I really don't know how to say this." 

The Omega frowned, setting his tea and book down. "Are you breaking up with me?" 

"What, no. No! I'm not. It's worse than that. Just- don't interrupt, please?" Grant took a deep breath. "Do you know what Hydra is?" 

Leo's eyes narrowed, and ever the educated student, responded, "A terrorist organization from Nazi Garmany. Found the Tesseract and fought Captain America, yeah. Why?" 

"Well, Captain America destroyed it, right? During the end of World War Two?" 

The younger was growing uncomfortable. "Yes? Grant, what is going on? You're scaring me." 

Grant just blurted it out all at once. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is a lie. It's really Hydra, and I became Hydra when my old mentor, John Garrett, recruited me. I'm part of Hydra, Leo."

The cabin was silent for a good seven seconds. "What. What!" Leo picked up his book again and started hitting Ward over the head with it. The hardcover impacted with the other's skull loudly. "Why would you tell me that!" 

"I wanted to tell you before I told Coulson and the rest of the team!" He managed between hits. "Ow. Ow! Stop, Leo! I want to get rid of them!" 

Leo's eyes widened dangerously, and he increased the force of his beratement. "You want to get rid of the team?!"

"No, no. Baby, please listen!" Grant grabbed Leo's wrists, roughly pinning them above his head with great Alpha strength. He tossed the book to the side and knelt over his Omega. "I went to juvie for trying to burn my parent's house down. They abused me and my brothers. Christian-"

Ward's face turned to one of rage, releasing his boyfriend's hands and sliding off the bed. He faced the window, leaning against the wood-paneled wall. "My older brother would make me beat up my younger brother Thomas and- and- They sent me to a military academy. I was so mad I stole a car and drove home. I lit the place up, not knowing Christian was inside, and he almost burned to death. It's what he deserved. I got arrested, and he wanted me tried as an adult for the maximum sentence." Grant turned back to Leo, his eyes watery. "John came to the prison and talked to me, eventually breaking me out, to teach me 'how to be a man.'

"He took me out to the woods and then just left me there. For two months to survive on my own. He didn't come back for six." The Alpha glanced down at his wringing hands. 

"Oh, Grant." Leo pressed a hand over his rapidly beating heart, the conflicting feelings of anger and sorrow confusing the Omega. 

"Anyway, he came back and then taught me to be a cold-hearted killer. And I became loyal to him, and still am, I guess. But not Hydra. You softened me up, Leopold." Grant returned to the bed, cupping Leo's face and kissing him gently. "I'm loyal to you, my Omega, and now I'm loyal to our pup. And that outweighs everything. I love you, and I want to take down Hydra with you." 

The brunette's tears fell against Fitz's cheeks as Leo pulled him in again, gripping Ward's wrists to press their mouths back together. 

"God, sure, sure, baby." 

-

Leo wetted his lips as Grant set the pizza box on the table. He sat opposite the dirty blonde. "Hey, how about the zoo tomorrow?" 

"The zoo?" Leo asked, the box already open and a large slice in his mouth. 

The Alpha chuckled quietly, pulling a piece of pizza onto his plate. "Yeah, I never got to go as a kid, and I've always wanted to see a polar bear." He twirled some of the stringy cheese on his finger. Leo looked at him disgustedly as his partner picked up a fork and knife, cutting into a slice. 

"What?" Grant said around a bite. 

"Why are you eating it so..." The Omega struggled to find a word. "Properly?" 

"What are you talking about?" The brunette's eyebrows pulled together. 

"You are one of the least-mannered people I know, and you're eating your pizza with a fork and knife." Leo crossed his arms as he sat back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

Grant set down his silverware. "Am I not allowed to have some class occasionally?" 

Leo snorted. "Class? For one, not one minute ago, you were talking with a full mouth. And, two, we're not in a fancy restaurant. There is no reason to do that if we're the only ones here." 

"I don't like the grease, okay?" He sounded embarrassed. Leo snickered across the table when Grant's eyes narrowed, and he tapped a napkin across the surface of the pizza. He started full-out laughing when Ward picked a piece of pepperoni off it. "Stop laughing!" Grant tried around a hard-to-fight smile. 

-

Later, after Leo had laughed at Grant while he ate half the pizza, after they got into a pepperoni fight, and after the dirty blonde curled up to his partner in the queen-sized bed, Leo brought up the zoo. "So, the zoo?"

Grant was tracing figure-eights into his Omega's skin. "Yeah, I know there's one around here somewhere. Could be fun." He replied quietly. 

Leo closed his eyes after a long day. "Okay. I want to look in the gift shop for one of those giant giraffes for her. I always wanted one when I went with my mom." His voice became more gruff as sleep seeped into it. 

The Alpha stopped listening after he heard, "Her?" 

Leo's eyes snapped open as he realized what he had said. "Oh- yeah. I looked at the letter." His face flooded with guilt. "I couldn't wait. I'm so sorry, Grant." He shifted to sit against the headboard, turning on the lamp before laying a hand on his bump.

Ward broke a smile, pushing the covers back and kneeling on the bed. "Sorry?" He said in bewilderment. "A girl? We're having a baby girl?" He whispered, pressing his palms against his Omega's womb. 

"Yeah," Leo nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. Ward sat up to hug him, kissing the side of his neck. "I can't wait." 

They held the embrace for a while, with Leo stroking his partner's back in comfort. "I guess we should get some sleep." Grant groaned, pulling away slowly. 

"Well, here." The dirty blonde reached to shut off the light and laid back flat on the bed, pulling Grant with him to lay on his chest. From this angle, the Alpha could hear his heartbeat, and in the deep quiet, he faintly heard their pup's as well. He shut his eyes and hummed in contentment.

--

"I guess it's kinda weird for just two adults to go to the zoo," Grant said to Leo as he smiled at the attendant and walked on. 

Leo scoffed. "Nah, zoos aren't just for kids. Some of them have those ski-lift thingys." 

"'Thingys?' Did Doctor Leopold Fitz just use the word 'thingys?'" 

Grant laughed as his Omega lightly hit him on the chest. "What would you rather I say? Apparatus? Mechanism? Phenomenon?" 

"Alright, alright." The brunette's hand slid into Leo's as they walked toward the first exhibit. "Let's go see the elephants." 

The pair looked at all sorts of exotic animals - flamingos from the Middle East, giraffes from South Africa, lemurs from Madagascar - and took pictures with all of them. Leo was struggling to keep his lunch down from the smell, so they cut the visit short and headed to the gift shop. 

"Hey, I'm gonna go find the bathroom. Are you alright?" Grant checked in with his boyfriend, some of the color returning to Leo's face after coming inside. 

The dirty blonde took a few careful sips of water, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead." His Alpha gently kissed his temple before walking away. Leo slowly explored the shop, searching for the one thing he had come for. Although the shop was small, it was packed with souvenirs. Leo passed T-shirts, small metal tokens, a half-broken set of matching coffee mugs, and finally, the stuffed animals. He crouches to look at the bottom shelf where the stuffed giraffes sit motionless. In the row of various sizes, he chooses the largest one. The seated giraffe is about two feet tall and soft as fur. The Omega snuggles it immediately and returns to standing. 

Leo hears muffled talking on the other side of the shop, recognizing his boyfriend's voice. He travels toward it and finds Grant and an older woman holding hands with a young pup. The pup is turned away from his grandma and is sucking on a lollipop. "Hey, babe," Leo says as he reaches the small group. 

Grant lights up when he sees his Omega and turns to the woman to introduce them. "Marge, this is my Omega. Leo, meet Marge-" Marge and Leo shake hands, exchanging knowing Omega smiles. "And Marge's grandson, Jason." The pup swivels his head at the sound of his name. The Alpha continues to talk to the woman as Leo squats down to Jason's level. 

"Hi, Jason, I'm Leo." The Omega puts on his best friendly smile, watching Jason fidget where he stands. 

Jason shyly smiles back, taking the stuffed monkey off his shoulder to play with it. "Leo." He says. 

"Yeah. How old are you, Jason?" The pup thinks for a moment before holding up six fingers. Leo gasps loudly. "Six?! I thought you were five!" Jason giggles, his bright blue eyes shining. 

Soon enough, Jason and Marge leave, the older woman wishing them luck and handing Grant a gift. In the car, Leo grabs the gift bag. "What did she give you?" He asks. 

Grant hits the turn signal, slowing down for a stop sign. "It's called 'Letters to My Baby.' It's full of prompts to write to your pup. I thought we could try it out. It sounds fun." 

"Okay." Leo flips through the horizontal book. He stops at the sixth prompt. "'Your first home was like this...' Oh, Grant. This is amazing."

The Alpha throws a smile at the passenger seat and laces their fingers together on the center console. "You're amazing." 

- 

"Leo, honey!" Grant called, adjusting his dress collar in the hallway mirror. "We're going to be late!" He can hear shuffling from the bedroom and then a whispered swear. Leo steps into the living room, his hair slightly ruffled and hands on his hips. The dirty blonde's button-up is half done, and he looks mildly disheveled. 

"Damn. Grant, have you seen my sweater? I swear I left it on a chair in the bedroom." Leo continues talking, moving around the small cabin and pulling up couch cushions. The Alpha has long stopped listening, only paying attention to the window of Leo's skin on display and how the tight fabric hugs his boyfriend's body: Leo's thin waist and starting-to-swell belly. The brunette's mouth has dropped open, and saliva floods it quickly. "Grant!" Leo shouts across the room, confused and worried about his Alpha's rigid stance. 

Grant very suddenly strides towards the other, sliding a strong hand into Leo's hair and pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Leo, startled, slowly reciprocates, grasping onto Grant's suit jacket. The Alpha backs them up, pushing his Omega's back against the wall. "What has gotten into you?" Leo whispers breathlessly when Grant breaks away. 

"Fuck, fuck," Is all Grant manages, desperately breathing in Leo's scent as he kisses down the Omega's pale neck. "Baby," He tries. "Baby, you look so hot. My pup in you- growing by the day." Grant sticks his leg between the shorter's thighs, rutting against Leo's warm figure. "So fucking... hot-"

Leo's jaw slacks, and his eyes roll back in his head. "G- Grant. Alpha-" 

The brunette growls, biting the skin by Leo's clavicle. "Say it again." 

Leo whimpers, his Omega's submissive side roaring up. "Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!" He chants. Grant grins, his canine teeth shining in the low light. 

-

A few minutes later, both pairs of men's pants had been changed, and Leo ran a hand through his hair, only adding to the mess of his curls. Despite their effort, the dirty blond's lips are still ruby red and kiss-bitten, a few hickeys now decorating his throat. Grant shows no evidence that anything happened besides a wrinkled shirt and a smirk.

When they approach the hostess's stand, her eyebrows raise, and her eyes widen. Grant laces his fingers with Leo's, smiling wider. "Reservation for Ward?" 

"U-um. Yes, sirs, please follow me." 

--

"Ah, the lovebirds return!" Jemma exclaims when Grant and Leo enter the Bus. Leo sighs, having missed his best friend. Grant leaves them with a kiss to Leo's temple and a wave to Jemma, making his way upstairs. "So," she starts, throwing an arm over her friend's shoulders and leaning in. "Did you get laid?" 

"Jemma! Oh my god!" 

She grins, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just asking!" 

"You are so gross!" Leo continues. He sighs again, not able to keep from telling the Alpha everything. "Actually, yeah, I kinda did." 

Jemma squeals, pulling Leo into a chair and whispering, "Tell me everything." 

-

Meanwhile, Ward is upstairs trying to find Coulson. Looking up from her spot on the couch, Skye says, "Hey, how was your vacation?" 

Grant smiles, blushing slightly. "It was perfect. I-um. I think Leo and I really grew closer." 

"That's great, Grant; I'm so glad you're happy." 

"I am. Do you know where Coulson is?" Ward asks. 

"His office, why?" 

"Just need to talk to him. Thanks." 

Grant walks toward the Alpha's office, wringing his hands nervously. He sees Coulson as a father figure, just as anyone else, and he knows news like this could break Phil's trust. The door is ajar when Ward steps into the hall. He is just about to knock on the door frame when a voice calls into the silence. "Come in, Agent Ward." The brunette does, entering the office and standing awkwardly. 

"Sit, son." 

Grant slides into the nearest chair. "How did you know it was me, sir?" 

"Old man wisdom." Grant narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to disprove that theory. "I'm just kidding. May told me you two were back. How was your vacation? How is Leo?" 

The young Alpha breathes a sigh of relief, some tension sliding from his shoulders. "It was good. Leo is great. We went to dinner and the zoo. It was really nice." 

"That's good. I'm glad. Is there any reason you came up here, Agent Ward?" 

Ah, the inevitable. Grant shifts in his seat. "Yeah, to tell you we're back- and- S.H.I.E.L.D. is Hydra!" He exclaims. 

The room is silent for a beat. 

"I-I'm sorry, what was that?" 

"S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't S.H.I.E.L.D., it's Hydra. The Nazi organization, from y'know, World War Two?" 

Coulson's expression doesn't change. "Why are you telling me this?" 

Oh, right. Ward pauses. "Well, because, I'm part of Hydra, and we're kind of planning to take over the world." 

Coulson rises from his seat and walks around the desk. "So, you're telling me that a terrorist organization from over seventy years ago is planning to take over the world, and you're somehow part of it." 

"Yes, sir, and I know-" 

The Omega's fist connects with Ward's face, and he falls to the floor, unconscious.

- 

Hours later, Leo is getting ready for bed and realizes he hasn't seen his boyfriend for the better part of the day. "Hey, Skye," He knocks on the doorframe to her cabin. "Have you seen Grant?" She shakes her head, and Leo moves to leave. 

"Ask May or Coulson." Leo sticks his head back in the door. "They probably know." He smiles, waving at the Beta as he walks away. 

"Thanks!" 

He finds May up in the cockpit, reading up on some thug they just dropped off. "Hey, May, do you know where Grant is? I haven't seen him all day." She slowly looks up from her tablet, leveling him with an emotionless stare.

"Welcome back, Fitz. Agent Grant is in the Cage with Coulson." The Alpha turns back to her tablet, clearly done with the conversation. 

The dirty blonde exits the cockpit, his eyebrows drawing together. "Okay," he whispers to himself, holding the "o" for a moment. Leo makes his way towards the back of the plane. He pulls open the large door to find Coulson sitting across from a roughed-up Grant. 

Leo's head cocks, and he lets the door slip closed, trying to connect the dots. He rushes to his partner's side, gently turning his Alpha's bruised face towards his own. "My god, what did you do to him?!"

Coulson sits back in the metal chair, crossing his arms. "He is a traitor, Agent Fitz; he does not deserve any other treatment." 

The Omega blinks at him, appalled by the team leader's behavior. Pulling out a loose tissue from his jeans, Leo dabs at Grant's sliced lip. "He told you about Hydra, didn't he." 

"Something like that." The other Omega responds, the smell of anger filling the air. 

"You better stop that 'cause I can only imagine he didn't get to tell you the full story." Leo turns back to Grant, silently asking for permission to tell Coulson. Grant nods slowly, which doesn't help the pounding in his ears. "Grant had a... rough childhood." Leo flits his fingers over the other's swollen eye with a feather-light touch. With sorrow and gentle rage in his eyes, the Omega continues, "His older brother bullied him and his younger brother. His just-as-awful parents sent him to a military academy. And in a fit of I'd say justified rage, he went AWOL and burned his family home down. As Leo kept talking, but Grant could only focus on the love and acceptance of his past in Leo's eyes. 

When Leo finishes, Coulson asks, "And you believe him?" The Omega whips his head toward the brunette, as if the idea of not believing his boyfriend had never occurred to him. 

"What?" 

"Agent Fitz, if he's Hydra, he could easily have just fabricated that whole story." Coulson leans in, gesturing at Grant like he's a piece of meat.

Leo is silent, turning to his Alpha. Grant sees the small question on his face and breaks eye contact. "No. No, it's the truth. I believe him." Leo presses a chaste kiss to his partner's lips. 

Coulson sighs, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. "Alright. If you believe Ward, I believe him too." Leo's face brightens, and their team leader moves to stand. "Let's get this party started."

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[kit-just-kit]

"So what are our plans for today?" El mused stroking her wonderful naked shoulder. "Remember, no world domination - we're on holidays." (bc vaycay headcanons!!)

random ask

Now that she'd been freed from the prison of 'motel hell' and able to get access to funds, Kit had wasted no time in booking them a little trip, somewhere warm, luxurious and private. A beach side villa in Mauritius which was the absolute antithesis of where they'd spent the last couple of months. It was spacious and stylish, they could spend all of their days either naked or scanitly clad, indulging in each other and in great food served direct to them (the only time either one of them bothered to cover up very much), there was a pool, a beach.......it was heaven.

And on that first full-day there morning, as his hand gently roused her from a half-sleep after sex, she murmured "This......just this. You and I being like this is all I want for today. For the next few days, actually. I can delay taking over the globe until next week".

She might've been joking. Then again, she might not.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I haven’t gotten into House of Wax (yet) but since we’re on the topic, I really appreciate your fic with ghostface and reader being plus sized 🥺 I’ve returned to it several times due to my own self doubt and self consciousness about the subject and seeing something Meant to depict plus size bodies as not only Okay but Beautiful and desirable makes me really happy 🥺

-Vacay

Ooo hey Vaycay!

I seriously enjoyed writing those fics and am always down to write them in the future when people ask for them! I love providing comfort to those that need it with their fave characters! I am really glad I could make you happy!

And you should feel like that because plus sized people bodies are fucking GORG, beautiful, very desirable, I support the fuck out of all types of bodies. Writing for only cis able bodied thin straight people? Could never be me.

Point is my box is opening back up soon and people should be thinking about what they want to ask for!

[fairytales-magic]

Ya know something i really enjoy doing while on vacation? Eating at local restaurants. Just going to recommended spots from food apps, friends/family or the lady at the hotel desk you started chatting with (instead of making a B-line to the nearest McDonalds).  And Italian restaurants are my favorite! Like every one i’ve ate at the owners work there too and are just the most chatty, lively folks ever! Cause when they like you it’s like you’re their second sister’s cousin on their mother’s side, practically family. ;)

[bitchlessdino]

toying around (m)

Pairing: roommate! junhui x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.9K

tags: play with no plot, mentions of sex toys, fingering, (f.rec) oral, facesitting, shy jun, compliant jun, swearing, swallowing

author note: this is my lighthearted comeback from vaycay. more will come around but lately, I missed jun and there really isn't enough jun. I hope you guys have been doing well, I feel like there's a lot to catch up on and sleep isn't one of them. I seriously think my sleep schedule is fixed and i kinda hate it.

You had recently developed a hankering for toys, ones of the adult variety.

“Fuck!”

The sad news is one just died on you and you were waiting for batteries and new toys to be sent through the mail. Next week that is.

“Come on, come on,” you plead, slapping against the battery cartridge, “I know you got some juice left.”

It, in fact, did not have any juice left, and unfortunately, all other currently owned toys are out of commission because that was the same case for the rest of them. You groaned, kicking your feet in bed. It was so close but to your dismay, it was not in the cards for you tonight. You threw a slight tantrum, careful of being quiet since Jun was still downstairs, napping likely.

It was one of your biweekly movie nights with your roomie of a few months and tonight you picked the movie. It was one of those you either hate it or love it films and Jun decided that it was worthy of a lullaby. As he knocked out halfway through the movie, you had just gotten to the good part: the sex scene. Perhaps it was the naked bodies or the mood music. Whatever it was, the pot was stirring. Carefully, you turned off the tv and tiptoe off to your room to seek gratification.

You took the private opportunity to ‘finger paint’ since the movie that night has you more than enough imagery to jump in bed with your birthday suit, hands down there with a small toy of your liking. However, it looks like another night of disappointment since this is the ninth vibrator to die on you this week.

You stare deadpan at the ceiling, wondering what god prompted this much disappointment in your life. Maybe you were overreacting, but it had just been so long, and finding someone took too much effort. You slammed the bullet on your bedside, facepalming yourself.

That was when there was a knock on the door. Riding one of the lowest of lows, you look over at the intruder entering your room to see him slightly taken aback by your naked body. He utters a soft apology. 

Not even bothered in the slightest, you wave at him lazily, not caring to cover up. “It’s fine, but what is it?”

“J-Just asking about dinner. G-go back to what you were doing.” 

Your eyes lit up like a lightbulb, sitting up in your spot. Your hand elevates to the air in a stop motion as he was about to leave. “Jun, wait!”

The door halts in a small crack, shy to meet your eyes, and well another pair of something he shouldn’t be seeing. He glances from within the crack, seeing your bare skin shift in bed so gently, a hot stream of saliva running down his throat. “Y-yeah?”

It had just dawned on you the resources you already had. Jun was a single handsome man with no sex life. Harsh, sure, but maybe this meant he’d be willing to help you this one time. You had considered the theory he just wasn’t into women, but you’ve counted too many times you had him uncontrollably red in the face by the slightest gestures.

“Could you maybe help me?”

As if on cue, he looks up with his flushed cheeks, beads of perspiration on his forehead. At this moment, all he could hear was his own breaths leaving his body as he took in your words. His eyes avert to your figure, far from reserved in any sense, knees propped up in bed to hide the important bits, but left him very little to the imagination. “M-me?”

A crooked finger reels him in like a fishline, making him stumble inside your room less timidly, eyes constantly shifting from your floor to your body. He dips his body into the bed, forcing himself to look back at you staring back at him expectantly. “You want me to…touch you?"

Yes, you were starting to realize this was starting to sound like the beginning of a bad adult film, however, you were horny enough to not care. Of course, you didn’t ask this normally, but he caught you at a moment of weakness. You smile deviously, your legs parting to reveal that glistening shine of your folds under the harsh lighting. You lean towards him, your breasts swaying in his vision. “I just want you to use your fingers for a little bit. Can you do that for me, Jun?”

He tries to look respectfully as you made the situation painstakingly consensual. “How do you know I’ll be any good at it?”

You shrug, propping your body up against the bed frame. “You’re really good at the piano. I can only assume this would be easier in comparison, especially if you listen to everything I say.”

He poses an expression of thought, questioning your judgment, but nods politely. His vision settles on your legs, palming your knee to spread them apart from one another. You privates in view, he couldn’t help but admired how pretty it looked up pulsing back at him. His hand aims towards it, dipping into the moisture, and a thin film starts covering his fingertips. His lips part in awe. He averts his attention back to you, awaiting your word. “How should I start?”

His compliance was a turn on its own. His eager eyes, his heaving chest, and his gentle touch. It was a side of Jun you had hoped but was still surprised to see.

“Just start how you’d normally do it, and move on from there.”

He adjusts himself more comfortably, tracing over the opening, and sinking a finger in. You both watch as your cunt swallows it up, closing around his knuckle. He jerks it inside carefully, adjusting it to your circumference before tugging it in and out. You sigh seeing Jun gradually grow comfortable. His gaze keeps switching off to your entrance and your eyes, pleased to see a reaction. He curls his finger in his pace, watching it result in your light jolt.

“How’s that?”

You hum with delight, melting into the sheets, the sensation of his thick digit prying in you. “Mmh, that’s good. Give me another.”

He obliges, having his middle finger joining his index as he drew his body closer towards you. He pumps them inside you, feeling the vicious fluids leaving a thick coating. You press your lips together, feeling your heart running in a steady beat, “Oh fuck, that’s good.”

Your body warms all over and savoring his attention to every thrust, while Jun finds himself growing alarmingly warm. He was already enjoying himself but his stomach starting to churn, the heat of your needy cunt contracting around his touch. The words were leaving his lips before he could stop himself. “Fuck, your pretty pussy’s so wet.”

You nearly choked on your own spit. It stuns you how smooth those obscenities left his mouth, making you refer to any recollection of him having said them at all, which at the moment seems to be none. You focus on the smile slowly forming on his face as he was hyper-fiaxed on your body. Your view was just as gratifying as the work put in, making you feel a flood of arousal seep out from you. 

“Jun, mmh.” You whine.

“Mmh, it’s so tight and wet for me, and just with my fingers.” He locks on your eyes and you start to build up a sweat.

He pulls him up from a sitting position to crawl over you, your face growing red as his tense gaze glowers over your exposed figure. His fingers fucked inside you without looking, only focusing on your lips bitten red, suppressing the moans meant for him. It frustrated him. You knew he was making you feel good and you were holding back. How was it you were going to make him put in the work and you were going to keep quiet?

“Tell me. How do my fingers feel in your dirty little hole?” You felt him thrust them in faster, his thumb pressing on your clit and wetting it with your fluid. You gasp, panting hot breaths as his nose trace along the bridge yours.

His free hand clutches into the sheets of the mattress, breathing down your cheek as you quivered in his controlled hand. “They feel so g-good. Your f-fingers feel so g-g-good.”

“Tell what else I can do for you.” He commands.

Your throat runs dry. Oh, how fast the tables have turned. “I want you to kiss me.”

He only smiles before doing as you ask. He molds his lips to the shape of yours, feverishly grasping the taste left on your tongue. He pries inside with his tongue, dipping his body against you as he continued to pleasure from beneath you. You feel the heat of his body overtake you and you grab him by the torso, wanting more than his fingers to make an appearance. Your hands crawl up under his shirt and all you can think about is what he looks like underneath it. “Take it off.”

Jun is quick on his feet, pulling his fingers away, not without swiping the taste on his tongue. He savors you in his mouth, sucking down to his knuckles and slowly pulling it out for you to watch. He moans, satisfied with the taste. From the bottom hem of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and off his body. You feel up his toned frame, and smile as he towers over you, either of his knees barricading you.

Your hands pull at his forearms and have his weight rest against your body. He chuckles, bringing a hand to your face, and reunites with your lips as if they never left. “I want to taste you, is that okay?’’

You nod eagerly. 

“But I want you sitting on my face.”

Your eyes lit in excitement. “Hell yeah, I can do that.”

You position yourself hovering over his mouth. Jun could only contain himself for so long until he’s clutching your thighs and lowering you down. You flinched at his warm tongue, feeling him leave kitten licks then fat stripes up your slit. His fingers spread you apart and his lips close around your clit, catching drippings in his mouth. Your lips part in praises, your knees digging into the mattress as your rode his lips.

“Yes Jun, just like that.”

He latches on your crotch, growing crazier seeing you look down at him with such a sickly sweet expression. Your abdomen tenses up, hands immediately running through his hair in desperation. Your voice was bliss, resonating in Jun’s ears like a siren, in harmony with the pleasurable pain of your nails scratching up against his scalp. He held up his chin to kiss up further between your legs, your arousal falling down his jaw and further to his neck. His mouth only works harder hearing you so close.

“Fuck, Jun, you’re gonna m-make me, c-cum-m-m.”

It was more than he could’ve ever wanted. The moment his mouth was filled to the brim with your cum, it coats his mouth and teeth. Only then does it start to seep out of his lips and he couldn’t help but smile. 

Your twitching body loses balance in your orgasm, almost falling over until Jun settles you on his chest. You gasp for breath, collapsing upside-down parallel to him. Jun adjusts himself, propping up an arm to look down at you in your sweaty, exhausted state. Swallowing a lit of the cum still in his mouth, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand and smiles before letting out a boyish laugh. “I’m guessing I did well.”

[quiveringdeer]

Oh to make sweet love to Reiner on a fur rug by the light of the fireplace.

Uuuuugh the way this ask has been plaguing my mind with such wonderful (mostly silly) thoughts since you sent it Nonnie 😩

Other week I had Bruno Mars' "That's What I Like" stuck on repeat. And imagining Reiner having to deal with my ADHD ass playing it and singing this song over and over. He latches onto the lyrics of, "sex by the fire at night" and the rest is history.

Then my brain is always conjuring up AUs so had me imagining a scene in a "Viking AU" for lack of a better descriptor and you know Reiner crafted this rug out of a large animal he hunted for y'all cause mans is a PROVIDER! 💅🏽

Or just another regular time line plot where he books yall a vaycay at this sweet little cabin in the woods. --Which he has to plead and beg for you to go into after yall pull up--he wanted it to be a surprise 😒 And you're just like "Boy, I know you did not just drive me out in the middle of these woods when the last gas station was an hour back that way. I don't care how cute the interior is! You better turn this car right on around." But ugh he's so damn sweet and precious and the pictures on his phone of the inside do look really nice. It's specifically set up as a romantic getaway thing so there's a bunch of lovely mood lighting and someone with taste decorated so it doesn't look completely like the home of a weirdo serial murdering hermit. Making love on the rug in front of the fire is something he totally saw in a movie and had wanted to try. Love this ridiculous man. 🧡

[x0401x]

No rush, but was there an expected time for chapter 4 to come out today or this week? My vaycay is coming to an end, chapter 4 would be a great ending to it. Also, Violet was not scared of the storm at all. I thought that's why Hodgins wanted her to stay over so he can baby Violet a little. That was unexpected to me. It still stands now that the only thing Violet is afraid of is nothing, ruined flowerbeds, & being left behind by her family (Hodgins, Ben, Cat, and Lux) Aww...Violet! Lol!

No, there wasn’t. But I’m sure I can finish it this week, if nothing comes up IRL.

Yeah! She wasn’t. I wonder how that rumor was created. AFAIK, it was started on Reddit, probably by someone who misread something or saw spoilers and misunderstood the context.

You should count Gil in that family too, yo.

[askteacupfollie]

Hi Cups and mugs did you know that there is another version of you two. I wonder if you've heard about Bendy and Boris quest for the ink machine and have you ever met Boris or bendy? And also is there a Boris and Bendy in your world? And also has cam heard of Bendy and Boris?

Mugman- oh yeah we’ve heard of Bendy alright....*shudders* Cuphead- Yeah, even took a little vaycay down at the studio for Cam’s birthday. Ended up getting stuck down there for a while...

(Mod- That au does not exist in my blog’s world mostly because I dont want to do research on it to include it)

[cupidquinn-moved]

@ghoulishundertakings​:

She is lucky that Harley is a sucker for the dramatics, and equally lucky that she’s so easy to swing into her arms and kiss square on the mouth. It is no searching, needy thing, it is solid and declarative. Lucy did not need to search for a desire this time, it is so outwardly clear to her -- as most things of the heart are; affection is an easy thing for her to spot.

There is a clatter of a bat on the cement and it wakes her from the moment. She smiles at the blonde woman and sets her down gently on her feet. Lucy thinks she should act embarrassed or blush or something, but she can only manage to grin all the wider.

“You did great!”

     “I -- III made it!” Harley exclaimed, uncaring if her loud voice attracted attention.

     She all but leaped into her arms, happy to swung around and into a swoon-worthy kiss. Maybe stealing from the ocal death cult had been an incredibly stupid plot she’d regret later/ Hell, it had been fun though, and if things got hot, maybe she could convince Lucy to take a little vaycay in Gotham.

     Harley wobbled slightly on her high heeled booties when she was returned to earth. She grinned at her as she took a small statuette from the inside of her jacket.

     “So whaddya think the big deal is bout this thing?” She mused. “The statue or -- “ Harley thumbed the base of it to reveal a secret compartment with a small scroll in it. She carefully extracted it and her grin grew wider, a ghost of the madness she often warred with. “I wonder what it is.”

[churb]

Oh god I feel you, at the last Anon about partners ending. I have one roleplay that my parter has been consistently replying too every day around the same time. The ooc chemistry is great, we joke, we plot, we come up with funny scenarios. And they’ve not responded for one (1) day and my anxiety is throwing red flags. Are they okay? Are they sick? Did I do something wrong? Anxiety is whack and mind needs to chill, lmao.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m that one person for someone, because my replies will go consistent. Then suddenly just drop off as my brain takes a vaycay. It happens though :c Hopefully they’re just taking a break.

[roses-ruby]

Fun ask for you (if you want): If you were to write personalized fics for five of your fave mutuals who would you write them for and which member + type of plot would you give them?

This was fun~ I hope I do get the chance to write all of these for my wonderful and talented mutuals ❤❤❤

@nomnomsik 

Sope 

An Idol AU polyamory relationship where Sope take Noms out shopping on their first day off in months and have a fluffy, happy day being in the other’s company. Giving extra attention to Noms of course. They go ice skating and Noms is an idiot who falls on her ass multiple times, so Hosoeok pats her butt  to make her feel better. In public. Husband Yoongi buys both of them a lot of lamb meat. Also sexy time in one of the changing rooms. (I’m sorry, this sounds so vanilla but that’s how Noms likes her stuff ‾\_(ツ)_/‾)

@mintedmango

Jimin

Jimin is a cult leader and Alexa’s a lost soul in need of guidance. She stumbles upon a sunny festival led by the handsome devil himself, on what she thinks is a nice vaycay. The leader takes an immediate interest in her kind nature, her willingness to help others and she’s enamored by how he carries himself, his lethal looks and words a mix of honey acid. On what she preceives to be a gathering of merry folk, she soon discovers there’s more than what meets the eye when she’s thrown into a spiral of strange occurrences and sinister findings. Filled with intense smut and spiritual healing~

 @hostagehobi

Hoseok

She lives as the proper and pure doll of her domineering father. “Stay still, don’t speak, don’t raise your eyes - bound your arms and wrap your legs.” It’s what she’s been taught, what she believes in. But recently there’s a new man in her father’s staff. One that looks at her a bit too long - one that she finds herself longing for. He reminds her of her father, but in a better way. She craves his hold, for him to defile her purity and break the porcelain off her aching skin so she could finally breathe. Hoseok, he calls himself, voice low and eyes tense. What are his plans for her? And what are his plans for her father who he seems to hate?

@chimchimsauce

Jungkook

She’s the popular and smart highschool princess and he’s the boy her momma warns her about. But that’s alright, she doesn’t like him. She doesn’t like him at all! She shouts at the lunch table but none of her friends seem to believe her. Why would they when her cheeks are rosy and lips pout? They don’t believe her one bit. Especially him, the biking bad boy rebel who’s determined to win her heart. In an attempt to gain her affection, he tattoos her name on his knuckles. Probably a stupid mistake because now he’s suspended for 2 weeks. And who has to go tutor him for the days he misses school to her great dismay? The school’s rose herself. A story of a baby tsundere and emo tattooed Jungkook~

@starry-sky-1

Namjoon (actually I’m already writing this hskhskhsk)

The world knows RM as the extremely talented, wonderfully descriptive erotica writer of their dreams but the one who knows him the best, his editor, knows Namjoon as a reclusive virgin. He hates crowds, he hates gatherings, he hates people. And he’s terrified of women. So why is it that he can’t help but be deadly attracted to you, his neighbor, the bdsm-loving femme fatal herself. The things he wishes you would do to him as you pass by and give him a small wink in the hallway. You have completely consumed his mind, his writings, and his hard-ons and you barely know of his existence! Perhaps that’s why he peeps at you so often, from the small hole in the drywall behind the large slobbering dog painting. (Ironic) Perhaps that’s why he cums so hard when he watches you fuck other men.