#ask this old house

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

why aren't there more mysteries that take place in nursing homes & retirement communities. i want to watch a group of deranged retirees-cum-amateur-detectives combine their powers of:

decades of life experience

boredom-fueled busybody shamelessness

access to the most gossipy next-door-neighbors in existence

"I am too old to be arrested and/or give a shit" attitude

and solve crimes. this should be an enormous subgenre.

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 82-85)

THAT LAZYBONES!!

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[wanderer-clarisse]

... and he was eager moreover to discover all that he could concerning Mankind. He it was that first met Men in Beleriand and befriended them; and for this reason he was often called by the Eldar Edennil, 'the Friend of Men'. (Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth)

(partially inspired by this)

[anbuselvi1]

Getting rid of moisture on the walls of the house

Getting rid of moisture on the walls of the house

Getting rid of moisture on the walls of the house Many homes suffer from the problem of moisture appearing on the walls of the house, and this is either due to poor ventilation or lack of ventilation in the house and the lack of sunlight entering it sufficiently, perhaps because it is in the basement, and sometimes because of the presence of a house in a coastal city where the humidity is high,…

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Halloween is almost here, bitches!

I've been asked multiple times which Vincent Price movie I recommend.

Here are some of my favorite Vincent films. If you're a horror buff, and even if you're not - these movies are amazing and I highly recommend them!!

[frownyalfred]

Thinking about Bruce always feeling insecure about living up to his parents legacy, thinking about him feeling unworthy of using the master bedroom when he returned, thinking about him as Brucie uncounsciously taking his hookups to other rooms in the mansion, never to his (parent's), thinking about Bruce welcoming his kids in the master bedroom with open arms whenever they have nightmares, the same way his parents did to him, thinking about Clark feeling insecure about Bruce's true feelings towards him, thinking about Clark being totally oblivious to how big of a deal it is that he's alowed to sleep beside Bruce in the master bedroom.

The sanctity of the master bedroom is SO real. I grew up in a house with separate living quarters for staff (old old house) and the bedrooms for children were in a wing, and then the master suite and guest suites were in another section of the house. The implied distance between those sections is huge, even if they're only one closed door or a few feet away.

Bruce slowly accepting his place in the master suite -- now that's a fic I'd love to write. Keeping the hookups and random encounters to another equally lavish but different room or wing of the Manor, even. Somewhere that's easy to shuttle people in and out of, maybe near the laundry chutes or the servants' stairwells. Sleeping there even when he doesn't have guests, because the ghosts in the master suite are too much.

But maybe, once Dick is living with him, he can't justify it -- the master suite is near the children's rooms, and sleeping on another floor, away from a traumatized child, seems like a terrible idea. Alfred's rooms are too far away, nestled somewhere in the servants' quarters even though Bruce keeps trying to get him to take a guest suite.

So he takes over the suite, making it his own slowly but surely. Yet leaving portions of it untouched -- maybe the old floor to ceiling drapes, with their antiquated trim and beads. The double sinks in the en suite, made for a couple. He removes the four poster bed for a california king, modern enough to dispel any mental similarities. Big enough for a kid to come and hide, after a nightmare.

Clark being allowed in that room, even near that portion of the Manor? That's a huge step forward, a huge display of vulnerability and trust. It's not just Bruce's room, it's his parents' room, it's just off the children's wing, it is in many ways the heart of the residential portion of the Manor. All hallways, servant corridors, etc, lead there. And the more people that stay there, the more that suite is viewed truly as the center of the Manor itself, outside of the Cave and maybe Alfred's kitchen + butler's pantry.

[tinfoil-jones]

Has Stan ever questioned Jerk Ford the reason why he is the only person he isn't a jerk to, since he's an a-hole even to the other members in their family?

"You don't know him like I do."

- Both Stans at the same time.

On Jerk Ford:

Throughout their lives, Stan insisted that just because Ford’s a jerk, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about anyone. He does care! Really! He just has a hard time showing it. No one ever believed him. You could just say that it’s a twin thing when Stan says something along the lines of “You don’t know him like I do” and they’re like well no shit he’s not a jerk to you. But, give Stanley some credit here, he’s more observant than you think he is.

---

Retired tech billionaire "Old Man" Fiddleford Hadron McGucket starts his mornings as he often does; going into his garage/workshop with a cup of coffee so he could re-tune his banjo for a few songs, quietly so as not to wake his wife.

He almost drops his cup of coffee when he see's theres something on his workbench that wasn't there last night.

A multitool.

One he hasn't seen in thirty years, but recognized instantly.

Carefully, he picks it and and inspects it, maybe it's just a replica.

FHM

Engraved in his late fathers handwriting, a loose scrawl that almost looked cursive if it weren't for the letters not being attached.

It's the same multitool. It's in pristine condition.

---

When they were just little boys, they were hiding behind the counter as their Pa was arguing with a customer, who ended up calling Filbrick a word they never heard before. Filbrick kicked the customer out, but it was clear he was more upset than he let off, in fact, he seemed almost sad, something neither twin had ever seen from their Pa. Filbrick then gave them a lecture that they can never repeat the word they just heard the man call him, because it was a very bad word that people used to insult and put down people 'of their faith'. 

A few minutes later, that same customer slipped on a banana peel that ‘came out of nowhere’, and sprained his ankle.

When they were a little older, Caryn was taking the twins out for a walk, when they passed a construction site and the construction workers started whistling at her, and giving her ‘compliments’ that she didn’t seem to like. She ignored it, but her little sons noticed her pace sped up and she almost rushed them away. 

That night, as those workers were double checking the work they’d done for the day, they were baffled to find that the concrete hadn’t set; the concrete had been tampered with, as if someone had poured a bunch of sugar in it while it was mixing. They’d have to redo it all over again, and it’d cost the company extra for the wasted concrete.

When the twins were in high school, Shermie, who had long since moved out but was visiting, was in tears telling their parents that his boss refused to give him the day off on the day his wife was due to give birth to their baby.

A week before the baby was born, his workplace was suddenly so badly infested with termites and roaches, that it would need two weeks to be properly fumigated, so the workers didn’t have to work while the fumigation was going on, and they’d still get paid because they were salary workers. Shermie was there with his wife when she gave birth to their son, and he got to dedicate a few days to just being with his wife and baby.

Their Ma would help out with Shermie's son sometimes, because both parents worked, but she also worked and would have her two younger sons help out with babysitting as well. And although Ford would gripe and complain about 'dealing with a brat all day', Stan had seen more than once that Ford would put the baby to sleep more than once by simply holding him in his arms and lying down with him, and also falling asleep.

In Backupsmore, Fiddleford was being bullied by a professor who looked down on him for being ‘a hick from an inbred, uneducated family’, and he was told to suck it up when he tried reporting her because she was tenured. In the middle of the year, she was unexpectedly replaced by a new, and much nicer, professor, and they were told their original professor was taking ‘an extended leave of absence’. 

She never came back, and it later came to light later on that the dean found a box full of documents and VHS tapes under his desk that hadn’t been there when he left his office the night before. All of which were extensive proof that the professor had been secretly embezzling the schools budget. 

When Ford comes back to their dimension after thirty years in the multiverse, no one who knew him from before is surprised that he’s still a huge indiscriminate jerk, and people who hadn’t personally known him but knew about him because of their yearly holiday that celebrated his disappearance were unpleasantly surprised to find out he was as bad as everyone said he was. And Stan didn’t necessarily disagree, but even after decades apart he could still see right through his twin as if he were made of rude glass.

Dipper's pens are suddenly indestructible to his chewing habit so no more mouthfuls of ink, and Mabel mysteriously never runs out of glitter; lately, it's also been more shimmery and almost... magical?

It doesn't matter where either of them fall asleep, they always end up waking up tucked into their beds, even though they told Grunkle Stan in the beginning of summer that they were too old to be carried and to just leave them wherever they’d crashed. 

Soos had been complaining all summer about his van making weird noises and having really poor mileage. Out of nowhere, Soos’s vehicle starts running like a dream and he’s getting ninety miles to a gallon, when it’s been twenty to the gallon at most as long as he’s had it.

Also, he didn't remember when he'd upgraded the graphics card of his home computer, but he sure is loving the higher FPS when he's playing video games.

Wendy is beside herself distressed and crying to Stan, Soos, and the Mystery Twins that her house had roof leak when a surprise summer rainstorm hit, and her favourite framed photograph of herself with her late mother was water damaged beyond repair, and is nearly unrecognizable.

The next day she asks her father when he’d made a copy of her photograph, and he replies that he has no idea what she’s talking about. She then takes a closer look at the newly framed picture she'd found on her desk that had been placed right next to her damaged one- did someone paint this…?

People assume that Ford only cares about his twin brother and no one else, because he's the only person he's never been a jerk to. But Stanley knows that isn't true; Ford loves just as strongly as he does, he just has a hard time letting people know.

As for Ford not being a jerk to him? Why would Ford bother, when Stan can see right through him? His twin is the only person who can see him, really see him.

---

Hours after Fiddleford had stormed out of the cabin with his bags in tow, Stanley looks over disheartened when he see's Stanford calmly place the multitool onto his own workbench.

"There were other ways to make him leave, Ford."

"I needed to make sure he wouldn't come back. That was too close of a call."

Ford had intended to give it back when the project was over, too bad it was on his belt when he was pushed into the multiverse.

[mortysmith]

first time meeting

[blurbery]

paper rings 💍💞

[volvolts]

The Hexsquad taking Belos to therapy. They don't think this is actually going to break through to him, but hey can't hurt to try. 5 seconds after he enters the therapist's office however: Therapist: AAAAAAAHHH! STOP IT! NO! WHAT IS WRONG IN YOUR BRAIN! runs away screaming Belos: Hey pal, if you didn't wanna know about my childhood, you shouldn't have asked!

the thing with therapy is that you need to be open to it in order for it to work. while i think belos lost some of his puritan values throughout the centuries (like he didn't bring a bible with him to remind himself of the lord so he probably forgot a lot of it also you just get used to things over time tho this Self Aware King(tm) probably never noticed) i feel the need to be "fixed" in his mind is still deeply ingrained in his mind to be something he should never need, let alone be given to him by children

bonus:

[spro-o]

so i recently rewatched the rocky horror picture show and now i can't stop thinking about house as dr. frank-n-furter (specifically in either the 'sweet transvestite' or 'rose tint my world' outfits but like. also just in general)

anyway i would like to humbly request your take on this if you so desire 👀 but ofc no pressure!

yeah he’d call me a tranny and then pull up with this as a Halloween outfit or sm, and I love it

(naturally I will take any chance to draw my favourite middle aged man in drag, so I accept the ask with open arms)

[loveinstreams]

this sure is a website

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

Is there anything support the populat interpretation that old valriya and valryians in general are more feminist, and progressive than the rest in Asoiaf?

Anon, thank you! I've been wanting to address this for awhile, so I'm going to actually answer this really fully, with as many receipts as I can provide (this ended up being more of an essay than I intended, but hopefully it helps)

I think there's in fact plenty of evidence to suggest that Valyria and the Valyrians in general were anything but progressive. Valyria was an expansive empire with a robust slave trade that practiced incest based on the idea of blood supremacy/blood purity. All of these things are absolutely antithetical to progressivism. There is no way any empire practicing slavery can ever be called progressive. Now, the Targaryens of Dragonstone have since given up the practice of slavery, but they certainly still believe in the supremacy of Valyrian blood.

And I'll see the argument, well what's wrong with believing your blood is special if your blood really is special and magic? Which is just-- if anyone catches themselves thinking this, and you sincerely believe that GRRM intended to create a magically superior master race of hot blondes who deserve to rule over all other backwards races by virtue of their superior breeding which is reinforced through brother-sister incest, and you've convinced yourself this represents progressive values, then you might want to step away from the computer for a bit and do a bit of self reflection.

And remember-- what is special about this special blood? It gives the bearers the ability to wield sentient weapons of mass destruction. It's also likely, according to the most popular theories, the result of blood magic involving human sacrifice. So there is a terrible price to pay for this so-called supremacy. Would any of us line up to be sacrificed to the Fourteen Flames so that the Valyrians can have nukes?

And if you are tempted by the idea that a woman who rides a dragon must inherently have some sort of power-- that is true. A woman who rides a dragon is more powerful than a woman who does not ride a dragon, and in some cases, more powerful than a man who does not ride a dragon, but that does not make her more powerful than a man who also rides a dragon. Dragonriding remained a carefully guarded privilege, and Targaryen women who might otherwise become dragonriders were routinely denied the privilege (despite the oft repeated "you cannot steal a dragon," when Saera Targaryen attempted to claim a dragon from the dragonpit, she was thrown into a cell for the attempted "theft,"words used by Jaehaerys). The dragonkeepers were established explicitly to keep anyone, even those of Targaryen blood, from taking them without permission. Any "liberation" that she has achieved is an illusion. What she has gained is the ability to enact violence upon others who are less privileged, and this ability does not save her from being the victim of gender based violence herself.

Politically speaking, it is also true that Valyria was a "freehold," in that they did not have a hereditary monarchy, but instead had a political structure akin to Ancient Athens (which was itself democratic, but not at all progressive or feminist). Landholding citizens could vote on laws and on temporary leaders, Archons. Were any of the lords freeholder women? We don't know. If we take Volantis as an example, the free city that seems to consider itself the successor to Valyria, the party of merchants, the elephants, had several female leaders three hundred years ago, but the party of the aristocracy, the tigers, the party made up of Valyrian Old Blood nobility, has never had a female leader. Lys, the other free city, is known for it's pleasure houses, which mainly employ women kidnapped into sexual slavery (as well as some young men). It is ruled by a group of magisters, who are chosen from among the wealthiest and noblest men in the city, not women. There does not seem to be a tradition of female leadership among Valyrians, and that's reflected by Aegon I himself, who becomes king, rather than his older sister-wife, Visenya. And although there have been girls named heir, temporarily, among the pre-Dance Targaryens, none were named heir above a trueborn brother aside from Rhaenyra, a choice that sparked a civil war. In this sense, the Targaryens are no different from the rest of Westeros.

As for feminism or sexual liberation, there's just no evidence to support it. We know that polygamy was not common, but it was also not entirely unheard of, but incest, to keep the bloodlines "pure," was common. Incest and polygamy are certainly sexual taboos, both in the real world and in Westeros, that the Valyrians violated, but the violation of sexual taboos is not automatically sexually liberated or feminist. Polygamy, when it is exclusively practiced by men and polyandry is forbidden (and we have no examples of Valyrian women taking multiple husbands, outside of fanfic), is often abusive to young women. Incest leads to an erosion of family relationships and abusive grooming situations are inevitable. King Jaehaerys' daughters are an excellent case study, and the stories of Saera and Viserra are particularly heartbreaking. Both women were punished severely for "sexual liberation," Viserra for getting drunk and slipping into her brother Baelon's bed at age fifteen, in an attempt to avoid an unwanted marriage to an old man. She was not punished because she was sister attempting to sleep with a brother, but because she was the wrong sister. Her mother, the queen had already chosen another sister for Baelon, and believed her own teenage daughter was seducing her brother for nefarious reasons. As a sister, Viserra should have been able to look to her brother for protection, but as the product of an incestuous family, Viserra could only conceive of that protection in terms of giving herself over to him sexually.

Beyond that, sexual slavery was also common in ancient Valyria, a practice that persisted in Lys and Volantis, with women (and young men) trafficked from other conquered and raided nations. Any culture that is built on a foundation of slavery and which considers sexual slavery to be normal and permissible, is a culture of normalized rape. Not feminist, not progressive.

I think we get the picture! so where did this idea that Valyrians are more progressive come from? I think there are two reasons. One, the fandom has a bit of a tendency to imagine Valyrians and their traditions in opposition to Westerosi Sevenism, and if Sevenism is fantasy Catholicism, and the fantasy Catholics also hate the Valyrian ways, they must hate them because those annoying uptight religious freaks just hate everything fun and cool, right? They hate revealing clothing, hate pornographic tapestries, hate sex outside of marriage, hate bastards. So being on Sevenism's shit-list must be a mark of honor, a sign of progressive values? But it's such a surface level reading, and a real misunderstanding of the medieval Catholic church, and a conflating of that church with the later Puritan values that many of us in the Anglosphere associate with being "devout." For most of European history, the Catholic church was simply The Church, and the church was, ironically, where you would find the material actions which most closely align with modern progressive values. The church cared for lepers, provided educations for women, took care of orphans, and fed the poor. In GRRM's world, which is admittedly more secular than the actual medieval world, Sevenism nevertheless has basically the same function, feeding the poor instead of, you know, enslaving them.

Finally, I blame the shows. While Valyrians weren't a progressive culture, Daenerys Targaryen herself held relatively progressive individual values by a medieval metric. She is a slavery abolitionist, she elevates women within her ranks, and she takes control of her own sexuality (after breaking free from her Targaryen brother). But Daenerys wasn't raised as a Targaryen. She grew up an orphan in exile, hearing stories of her illustrious ancestors from her brother, who of the two did absorb a bit of that culture, and is not coincidentally, fucked up, abusive, and misogynistic. He feels a sexual ownership over his sister, arranges a marriage for her, and even after her marriage, feels entitled to make decisions on her behalf. It is only after breaking away from Viserys that Dany comes into her own values. Having once been a mere object without agency of her own, she determines to save others from that fate and becomes an abolitionist. But because Game of Thrones gave viewers very little exposure to Targaryens aside from Daenerys, House Targaryen, in the eyes of most show watchers, is most closely associated with Dany and her freedom-fighter values. And as for Rhaenyra in House of the Dragon, being a female heir does not make her feminist or progressive, although it is tempting to view her that way when she is juxtaposed against Aegon II. Her "sexual liberation" was a lesson given to her by her uncle Daemon, a man who had an express interest in "liberating" her so that she would sleep with him, it was not a value she was raised with. In fact, she was very nearly disinherited for it, and was forced into a marriage with a gay man as a result of said "liberation." She had no interest in changing succession laws to allow absolute primogeniture, no interest in changing laws or norms around bastardy despite having bastards; she simply viewed herself as an exception. Rhaenyra's entire justification for her claim is not the desire to uplift women, bring peace and stability to Westeros, or even to keep her brother off the throne, it is simply that she believes she deserves it because her father is the king and he told her she could have it, despite all tradition and norms, and in spite of the near certain succession crisis it will cause. Whether she is right or wrong, absolutism is not progressive.

And let me just say, none of this means that you can't enjoy the Valyrians or think that they're fun or be a fan of house Targaryen. This insistence that Targaryens are the progressive, feminist (read: morally good) house seems by connected to the need of some fans to make their favorite characters unproblematic. If the Valyrians are "bad," does that make you a bad person for enjoying them? Of course not. But let's stop the moral grandstanding about the "feminist" and "progressive" Valyrians in a series that is an analogue for medieval feudalism. Neither of those things can exist under the systems in place in Westeros, nor could they have existed in the slavery based empire of conquest that was old Valyria.

[v1codn]

you should draw wilson carrying house bridal style maybe

pretty princess

[dragqueenstarscream]

Major case of cold sleepyness

Alpha trion or any character idk

Eating their respective y/n out, and getting very pussy drunk

-🫀

ohohoho... now you're speaking my language! also, i hope you feel better soon!

tf one alpha trion x afab!reader

contains: established relationship, no specified reader gender, human reader, reader being a smart mouth, cunnilingus, face/tongue riding, g/t (though this is transformers so that kinda comes with the territory), multiple orgasms, pussy drunk gilf robot. terms for reader's bits include pussy, hole, folds, and clit.

you really should've known better.

you knew alpha trion well. you knew that he was wise and intelligent beyond your imagination. you knew that he never liked having his knowledge called into question. and you knew that he never backed down from a challenge.

but that didn't stop you from mouthing off to him in the berth, did it?

the two of you had decided to take your relationship from friends to partners a while ago, but due to the vast species and culture difference, you'd been taking things slow for the time being. the relationship had been tricky to figure out at first, like the differences in dating across cultures and trying to find each other gifts, but the two of you were determined to make it work.

physical intimacy had been the elephant in the room for a while now. the both of you wanted it, but the size difference made anything apart from cuddles and kisses difficult. the usual route wasn't an option; even with mass displacement, alpha trion was a giant, far too big to handle. fingering was also tricky; the most you could do was rut against his huge digits.

the idea came when the two of you were relaxing in alpha trion's berth after a long day. you were resting on his chestplate, planting lazy kisses on his chin. as you listened to his engine rumble with laughter, you had an idea, one which spread a mischievous smirk on your face.

"hey alpha," you'd said, making the big bot perk up. "i think i know a way we might be able to get around our whole size difference thing."

"oh?" alpha trion said, tilting his head to one side. "what's your plan?"

"maybe i don't have to use your fingers or your... you call it a spike, right?" you said. "maybe i could try using your tongue."

alpha trion's eyes lit up, quickly catching onto your idea. "my glossa? ah, that's something i'm familiar with."

you couldn't silence a surprised laugh, which made the big bot raise a brow ridge. "are you saying you've eaten pussy before?" you asked.

"i've been alive about as long as cybertron has been around," alpha trion said, clearly unamused by your insinuation. "i have experience. i'm sure a human's valve wouldn't be difficult to figure out."

"really?" you smirked. "you've been in stasis for fifty years. how can i know you haven't lost your touch?"

"what are you implying?" alpha trion asked, squinting up at you.

"i'm saying, maybe you aren't as good as you once were, old bot," you fired back.

that definitely got his attention. "ah," alpha trion said. "old, you say?"

"yeah," you said with a nod. "old and out of touch."

"if that's how it's going to be," alpha trion said. "i can play your little game."

"alright," you grinned. "prove me wrong, old bot. i dare you."

that was how you found yourself in your current position, half naked and seated on the edge of alpha trion's jaw with your legs dangling into his mouth, held in place by his servo as he ate you out with a fervor you never would've expected out of him.

you initially didn't think he'd be able to do much, considering the fact that his mouth wasn't shaped like that of most other bots. as it turned out, that didn't matter; his massive tongue did all the work. it felt like silicone, pliable beneath your curious touch, coated in a thick saliva which helped it glide against your skin without any unwanted friction. as you reached out with one hand to feel it, you realized that it wasn't entirely smooth; his tongue was had ridges across its width, almost as if it were segmented, along with little bumps like human taste buds.

once alpha trion decided that you'd done enough exploring, he lazily dragged his tongue up the length of your pussy, taking his time to really taste you. you shuddered as you felt the ridges of his tongue rub against your folds, something so strange and alien and yet so perfect.

the huge bot below you let out a low, satisfied sounding groan as he pulled his tongue back. you whined at the loss of contact and tried to buck your hips forward, itching to feel something. alpha trion must've decided that that wouldn't do, as he fixed his grip on you so that your hips were forced down against his jaw. apart from your arms and your head, you couldn't move a muscle. the message was clear; you asked for this, and by primus, he was going to give it to you.

the lack of contact only lasted for a moment before alpha trion got to work, bringing his tongue back up to taste you. his movements seemed exploratory, feeling between your legs, trying to work out what you liked the most. whether he knew it or not, he was teasing you relentlessly. each movement of his thick tongue against your pussy sent another rush of heat to your belly.

after a minute of exploration, alpha trion seemed to have an idea, as he began focusing his ministrations entirely on your hole. he flicked the tip of his tongue upward, tracing around your folds, before pressing into your hole, tonguefucking you with gusto. your thighs shook as you tried to squeeze your legs around his tongue, desperately trying to rock your hips, with no luck. the bumps at the tip of his tongue caught along your inner walls, making you whine and plead for more. it didn't reach inside you as deeply as a toy might've, but it was so thick, stretching you open deliciously, with a texture unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

it wasn't long before you came all over his tongue with a yell, toes curling and legs spasming as your fluids spilled down his tongue. alpha trion must've liked the taste, as he moaned loudly, sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

the big bot didn't give you any chance of reprieve, going straight back to tonguefucking you like there was no tomorrow. you started to cry out from overstimulation, repeating alpha's name over and over. your begging had quite the effect on your partner, as he moved his free servo to palm at his modesty panel. still, he never broke his focus on you, determined to make you come again.

he dragged his tongue back in a way which rubbed against your clit, which made you gasp. alpha trion stopped and pulled his tongue back, squinting, watching your reaction. once he was certain that you weren't hurt in any way, he experimentally ran his tongue back over that same spot. the way the little bumps of his tongue rubbed against your clit made you whimper and strain against his servo, chasing that friction.

a dark, determined look grew in alpha trion's optics, and before you could ask him what he was thinking, he resorted to relentlessly teasing your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. to your surprise, he loosened his grip around your waist, and you took full advantage of that, grinding against his tongue. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you chased your orgasm. alpha trion moaned at the taste of your juices running down his tongue, and the vibrations from his moaning combined with the ridges of his tongue catching on your clit were too much to handle.

before you knew it, you were coming all over again, gripping onto alpha trion's digits for dear life as you came so hard that your whole body shook. thankfully, alpha trion took mercy on you this time, licking you clean before pulling you up off of his mouth.

the look on your partner's face was somewhere between smug and deeply aroused, his pale eyes dark with lust as he gazed over your body. as you laid back in his servo, trying to collect yourself, alpha trion laughed and gently rubbed your torso with his thumb.

"not too old for you," he said. even though you couldn't see his face anymore, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"you're right," you conceded. "you win. holy shit, you're good at this."

alpha trion let you lay there a minute, massaging your little body with his thumb, before he maneuvered you back into position, holding you over his mouth once again.

"alpha-?" you said, not believing where this was going.

"oh, i'm not done with you yet, sweetspark," alpha trion practically purred, his eyes flickering with a thirst you'd never seen in him before. "let's see how many more i can get out of you..."

your heart leaped in your chest as you realized the perfect torture you were in for, helpless to do anything but squirm as alpha trion set you back on the edge of his jaw, bringing his tongue up to you once again.

[housecow]

Now that you moved, are you still in Texas?

still in texas (deeper in fact, i live in the middle of nowhere now :3), not done moving!!! i just have some time today finally haha