#ohhhhhhhhh we need to get him a seat real bad

[silentreigns]

Only Alex has the upgraded Williams and Franco was only 0.007 seconds off of him in qualifying

[theswiftarmy]

#13 – The Porter Pyramid Sonic Sound Trip

“Do you guys feel anything?”  Ariana asked.

“No.  I don’t think so.” The Biebs sat on the edge of the goliath beanbag chair mesmerized by the extra large one-hundred-inch displays showing the waveform of the pure Porter Pyramid egg sound.

Scott shook his head.  “You shouldn’t feel anything yet.  The first time takes a little while; at least it did for Taylor and I.  Boy, that was a long time ago—My how time flies.  The first time we tried egg we didn’t feel anything, it wasn’t until the second time we did Porter Pyramid that it really kicked in—But wow, THAT Porter Pyramid sonic sound trip was out of this world.”

“I think I feel something, Scotty boy.”  Ariana responded. “Yeah, I definitely feel something.”  She breathed in filling her lungs to capacity inhaling deeper and deeper and exhaled, full Ujjayi breath.  “Everything Zen.” She said in a slow, almost monotone voice.  Her eyes opened wide.

“Whoa, she’s right, I definitely feel it too.  It’s like… I just want to shout out to the world ‘YOU ARE AWESOME’ for no reason.  Like, I can feel, joy, right here in my chest.”  He pointed to the middle of his chest and made a little heart symbol with his fingers.

“Yeaaaaaaah, Justin is right.  It’s just a funny feeling inside, spreading all over, like, I love it—Oh my god, I LOVE it soooooooo much.  I don’t even know what IT is, but I just want more.  MORE!”

“Faaaaar out.”  Scotty B added, finally feeling the egg hatching inside him, “This is kicking in so much faster than I’ve ever experienced any of the times before—Oak, you’ve got one heck of a sound system there buddy! OH man… OH man!“

Oak smiled.  “It’s a peculiar sort of sensation, yes.  I don’t think I yet have words to describe it.”

“Fizzy Lifting drinks maaaaaan, just let the floating happen.”  Scott began leaning to one side letting himself fall into the comfortable couch, he shifted onto his back, “Just don’t let the fan get ya!”  He pointed up at the ceiling.

They all looked up at the spinning ceiling fan.

“Whoa.  What if we get sucked into that fan—” Ariana asked.  “We become a fan of the fan?  Does that even make sense?  Whoaaa…”

They all stared at the spinning ceiling fan.  Watching its blades rotate above them.

“That would suck.”  Oak said.  Then smiled.  “Get it?  Because we would get sucked into the fan…”

Scooter began to laugh.

“What are you laughing at?”  Scott said, kicking Scooter with his foot.  Then he too began to laugh.

Eventually the whole group joined the laughter.  A small giggle here, a chuckle there then Justin fell to the floor bursting out loud in a full roll back and forth on the floor.  He curled to one side.  “GUYS STOP!  My side hurts!  I got a cramp from laughing so hard, guys, I can’t breathe!”  Everyone pointed at Justin on the floor and laughed even harder.

“I can’t… I can’t!  I’m laughing so hard I’m crying now!  Oh my gosh you guys…” Ariana pulled her feet up into Sukhasana, the seated yoga pose, legs crossed in front of her, hands on her knees with her index fingers touching her thumbs, she was careful not to knock her phone as it sat beside her secretly recording the egg sound.  “I need to Zen out… Oooohhhhhmmmm…” She suddenly sang out in full yogi style.

Everyone locked on her voice.  They stopped laughing immediately.  “Whoaaaaaaaaaa.  That was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” Justin said.

“I still hear it echoing, a reverb chamber brain—Like it’s bouncing off the walls inside of my mind, a cathedral of pristine sonic singularity.”  Oak said poking at it with all his knowledge trying to pin down the exact nature of this egg sound.

Ariana Grande sat up taller,  “My mind is on FIRE!  My desire, I’m feeling a Pranayama breath of fire singing out in full choir.  My inner Mockingjay is here to stay!”  Ariana proclaimed.

Justin let his entire body relax into the floor savasana yoga pose, hypnotized by the sound, the Ohhhmmm reverberating through his entire body.  It was like amplifying the end of a Vinyasa yoga practice by a thousand, no, a million times—no, infinity.  “Ariana, you rhymed fire with fire in that sentence… But it still sounded absolutely freakin’ amazing.”

“OAK! PLAY THE SONG!!!!  I NEED TO HEAR THE SONG!!!”  Ariana commanded.

The rest of them joined in, “YEAAAAAH!!!!!  OAK!  PLAY IT!!!!  WE NEED TO HEAR MUSIC, NOW!  OH MY GOD, WE NEED MUSIC RIGHT NOW!!!”

Oak reached around to the custom keyboard and pushed play on the track they had just created.

Everyone’s eyes rolled back in their head, they closed their eyelids and let the sound travel from its source—the high fidelity speakers—and out into the intimately illuminated studio space, it poured from the woofers and tweeters then raced across the room.  The sound waves flowed through the air molecules, moving each tiny molecule in a domino effect—One molecule bouncing into another, the waves undulated and warping the air in the room.  As the low bass frequencies and high highs hit their eardrums, it was like fireworks exploding in one’s mind.  A full rainbow spectrum of musical notes exploded inside their brains— Synesthesia times infinity across every cell of their entire body.

“Oh my god.  OH MY GOD.  TURN IT UP!!!!!  OAK, I NEED MORE!!!!!!” Ariana yelled out.  “OHHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOOOW.”

“Uhhhhhhh yeah… oh damn.  That’s some good stuff.”  Justin rolled back and forth on the floor.

“FAR… OUT… MAN….  THIS IS SOOOOO GROOVY.” Scott held is own head between his hands to keep it from shooting off his body.  Obviously his head was firmly attached, it just felt as though it would pop off any minute.

Scooter sat at first unable to speak, then, he uttered out, “This is quality stuff.  This is the good stuff, bro.  Guys… This Bill porter guy is… he’s the… The Eggman!”

“Whoa.  Like, I am the walrus, I am the Eggman…Eggman?”  Justin asked.

Ariana began making motions as though she were swimming through water, “If Bill Porter is the Eggman, then who is the Walrus?”

“I am.” Justin replied.

“Nooooooooooo.  No you’re not Juuuuuustin!”  Ariana argued back.   “I AM!”

“Nooooooooooo.  Because you’re The Mockingjay!”  He said back, his eyes closed, feeling the pure joy of the Eggman sound.

“DAMN RIGHT I AM!”  Ariana yelled out, standing up on the beanbag chair holding her hand in the air and waving it like she did care then jumping up and landing back on the chair.

“I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together…” Scott recited the lyrics to I Am The Walrus by The Beatles in an even slow tone.

The room fell silent.

“I am he-ungry.”  Ariana said.  “Oak!  Call your friend Alessia back and tell her to bring those deviled eggs.  I want deviled eggs SO bad right now.”

“I just thought that same thing!”  Justin boomed, yelling up to the ceiling, his back on the floor—his words hit the fan and were chopped apart into bits and pieces.

“Maybe this sound makes our minds all connected.  I am he… As you are he… As you are me… And we are all together.”

They fell silent, pondering The Beatles lyrics.

“Oak?”

“Yes, Ariana.” He replied, his voice containing just a hint of Siri mixed with Alexa.

“Can we pretend like we’re in a yellow submarine?”

“I am happy to grant your wish.”  He replied in the same transfixed tone.

Oak pressed a button and the room lighting changed to a yellow hue with blue spotlights creating circles on the walls.  Projected fish swam in and out of the blue circles making it appear as though they were under water traveling in a yellow submarine.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssss.”  Ariana began to dance to the beat. “This is FREAKIN’ awesome!!!  I want to live in a submarine for real.  Or maybe a chocolate factory.”

“Me too.  Like Charlie, how Wonka gives him the factory at the end of the movie!”  Justin said back up at her from the floor.  He shifted to make eye contact with her.

The lawyer chimed in, “I’d just like to point out that Charlie doesn’t actually own the factory, he’s a minor, so he can’t legally own the factory as he can’t legally sign a contract, minor’s brains aren’t developed enough to know what they are actually signing so, he would need an adult to sign the papers after they read them and decided that what he was signing was indeed in his best interest, but continue on with your day dream.“

“So who owns it then?”

“Well, logically his parents would sign, But Grandpa Joe technically sign could assuming he got legal guardianship of Charlie from Charlie’s parents.  What he really should do is create a trust and then—”

“Maaaaaan… You’re making my brain hurt.”  Scott interjected.

“Sorry, I just, I love this stuff.  I am a lawyer you know.”

“Oh, we know, brooooooooooo.” Scooter said pointing his finger at the lawyer and then winking one of his eyes at him over and over while holding out his finger and then making circles with the finger around the lawyer’s head.

“It’s like Taylor landed on a chocolate factory when she found this sound.”  Ariana looked down at her phone, remembering that it was still recording.  She felt a rush of excitement, the kind you feel when you find a great pair of new shoes that go absolutely perfect with an outfit you already had, or vice versa.  “She’s Charlie!”  I want to be Charlie, she thought.

“That kind of make sense… Because she’s with Joe and all.”  Bieber commented.

“Wait, but that would mean she’s dating her grandpa.”  Ariana replied.

“Ewwwww.”  Everyone uttered.

They burst out laughing.  After another minute they calmed down again into Zen.

“If Taylor is Charlie and Big Machine is her Chocolate Factory… Who’s Slugworth?”  Justin asked.

Scott pointed to the Carlyle Lawyer.

“Oohhhhhh… Yeah that kind of make sense too.”  Everyone nodded simultaneously in agreement.

“Whoaaaaa, you just said what I said at the same time what I was going to say what I said…”  Justin trailed off, not quite understanding what he was trying to say.

“What is your name anyway?”  Ariana asked.

“Carl.  Carl Lawyer.  Carl Lyle Lawyer.”  He spoke as though he were stating his name to take the witness stand.  “But I prefer The Carlyle Lawyer.”

“Woooooow.”  Ariana sat staring at her frilly pen. “It’s like, there in front of your face, but you don’t even know it—Like fine print in a contract that you can’t see because you’re too busy being distracted by the frilly pen you are signing it with.”

The lawyer nodded.  “That’s why I bring my own everywhere I go.”

“That’s smart.”  Ariana said softly to herself.

They sat there zonked out on the Wonka feeling, feeling the fizzy lifting twisting around inside them, they listened to the song playing, and became one with the music.

The meditative moment was broken by Justin’s phone ringing.

“What is that?”  Ariana asked sleepily from the chair.

Justin picked up his phone.  He looked at it and sported a confused look, “Wait… Taylor’s calling…” Justin fumbled with the mobile device barely able maneuver his fingers in order to tap the buttons.

“No she’s not!  You’re funnnnnnny Justin BiEEEbeeeer.”  She threw her frilly pen at him.

“It’s okay.  I just hit NOOOOOOO on the phone anyway.”  He put the phone down beside him.  “I was like… No phone home!”  He laughed at his own joke.

“YOU TELL HER HOW IT IS!  JUUUUUSTINNNNN!”  Ariana said in a grand voice.

Scooter Braun pulled his baseball cap over his head to cover his face and kicked back relaxing himself.  He let the fizzy feeling wash over him.  It felt good to momentarily step back from all of this, even if it was only temporary.  As long as they stuck together as a team he was sure they would be fine.  Scooter dozed off with his baseball cap covering his face.

Justin peeked at the phone again seeing a missed call notification from Taylor Swift.  A text message soon followed with a photo attached.  Justin brought the phone close to his face and after several tries opened the message to a photo of both his cats staring back at him, Taylor’s face between the two.  Taylor smiled smugly in the picture.  The text message read…

How about a trade?  We’ve both got something we each want back.

His heart jumped as he gazed at the photo of Sushi and Tuna.  In his sonically hypnotically high state he replied…

Okaaaay, but nooooo tricks, Taaay.

He replied after much effort.

Swiftie Scout’s honor.

She replied and then sent two cat emojis with a heart between them.  She could tell by his texting that he was on a sonic sound trip—Soon, she would have it back in her hands, her plans were coming together perfectly.

Justin placed the phone down, locking the screen.  He looked around the room to see if anyone noticed.  Everyone now subdued, drowsy, taking sips of water from fancy glasses that a hydration Defender was handing out from a tray as he made his way around the room.  Justin took a glass and drank it all, quenching his unbelievable thirst.

The lawyer sat with a pair of noise canceling ear buds in his ears that he had in the whole time.  His arms folded across his chest.  Ariana looked over at the lawyer, noticing that he wasn’t under the egg sound spell.  It was only now that she could see the ear buds protruding from his ears ever so slightly.

“Buuuuuuuuut don’t you want to join us?”  She asked.

“I don’t generally partake.  But thanks for the offer.”  The Carlyle Lawyer replied, his face stoic.  “I decided to sit this one out.”

“Join us… Join us…” Ariana said, sleepily melting into the beanbag chair, it was the most comfortable chair in the world right now, she pressed her body against its softness, “I LOVE this chair…  I LOOOOOOVE you chair.”  Her eyelids grew heavy and she fought to keep them open.  After losing the battle, she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke, she noticed Justin was gone.  She pushed herself up, dizzy, looking around the room at the other occupants snoozing.  The Lawyer too had drifted off to sleep.  The silver egg case containing Taylor Swift’s masters was no longer in the place it was before—it too missing along with Justin.  It was now officially a case of the missing egg case.

@taylorswift

[the-fiction-witch]

You Perv! P2

REAL LIFE:  COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: 10000000000% SMUT!

We headed inside and went to class pretty boring y/n sits either behind me or at the same desk as me so it's not easy to sneak peaks without her or someone else noticing even if when we share a desk I do tend to knock her knee with mine a little I just like feeling her against me even just our knees till I had a class without y/n so I sighed sitting up the back away from everyone I couldn't help but think about what I saw when she tripped If I had the guts I would have pulled those panties down and fucked her right there but I know she would get angry at me in my bored state I thought back to last night...

I forced that all out of my mind, even if I felt my cock throb and beg to be touched I sighed sitting up a little lightly moving my hips to grind on the desk a little, ummm last night... I threw out my head watching this teacher explain so I sighed-

"Something wrong with the way I teach my class Mr Sangster?" I heard I looked up and saw y/n stood at the board in a tight white shirt almost breaking open given her big boobs and a black pencil skirt hugging her perfect curves she had a ruler and tapped on her hand every second I kept her waiting.

"Uhh no miss just daydreaming" I answer

"You stay after class Thomas," she says

"Alright" I smirk the bell instantly went and the classroom emptied she smirked calling me to her so I got up and stood beside her "yes miss Y/n," I ask

"Over" she says forcing me to bend over the desk at first I learnt on my arms but she pushed me so I had my face in the desk "as you don't seem to want to learn in my class maybe we should start at the basics again" she whispered running the ruler down my back I smirked a little kinda excited "one plus one is?" She asks before slapping my arse with the ruler

"Umm," I groan in shock and pleasure she did it again harder this time "uhhh!" I moan

"One plus one is?" She repeated standing to the side and spanking me with the ruler

"Uhh! Two!" I moan

"Good, two plus two?" She asks spanking me harder

"UUHHH! Four!" I yell enjoyed her spanking me so much

"Good, now count," she says

"What?" I ask

"Count! Every time" she says

"Up to what?" I ask

"Till I stop darling" she smirked spanking me

"Uhh, one!" I groan and she spanked me again "two!" I yell and again 'three...four!! Uhh, five!" I screamed in pleasure counting up each of her spanks my arse getting sore as we got higher "uhh! Thirteen!....ummm uhhh fourteen!" I moan "Please y/n" I groan

"Humm, does he want me to stop?" She asks

"Yes please miss," I beg

"Hummm maybe I should make you count to a hundred" she smirked pulling me up by my hair

"Noo please y/n" I beg

"Fine" she smirked flipping me over to face her I smirked grabbing her and kissing her soft lips she kissed back forcing me close to her I went for her tits but she slapped my hands and pulled my shirt off I went along with her happily letting her strip me down to just my jeans while she looked at me I grabbed her skirt and broke every button exposing her lacy underwear he forced me on the desk on my back and undid my jeans "hummm no underwear?" She asks

"No, I never do. Just in case my baby girl wants to play with him" I smirk

"Humm good boy" she smirked pushing me flat on the desk and getting on top of me -

The ringing of the bell woke me from my fantasy so I sighed leaving and meeting up with y/n we went back to the train I even got a couple more rounds of catch and cuddle we sighed being the only people on the bus this late at night I couldn't help watching her sat there with her headphones in almost ignoring the world ...

I moved seats to be behind her slipping my hand around the seat to grab her breast through her shirt

"Thomas get off," she says

"No... Come on baby girl don't you like me touching your pretty tittes?" I ask her

"Thomas just bugger off" she says but I grabbed the other side with my other hand and kissing down her neck

"Undo your bra" I whispered

"Why do-" she began but I shut her up but starting to rub where her nipples were poking through her shirt

"Undo your bra baby, now" I growl in her ear she blushes and clamps her thighs together but doesn't move so I slipped my and up the back of her shirt undoing the four little clasps I watched her each one made her tits bounce as it was undone till it was completely lose "off and put it in your bag" I tell her and she blushed slipping it off from under her shirt putting it in her bag "now I don't want to see that thing again? Do you understand me? I don't want to see you with a bra on again unless it's something thin and lacy for me to rip off" I tell her and she nods "hummm good girl" I smirk groping her breasts through her shirt squeezing them and playing with them "ummm what's this I feel? Could that be the hard nipple of my little slut?" I ask rubbing her nipples lightly twisting them making her rub her legs together to get a little friction "awww, is my slut horny? Does she want her master to push her over and fuck her raw?" I ask and she nods "well you wish is my command sugar" I smirk -

"Thomas! Come on its out stop!" Y/n yells dragging me off the bus with her as it was outside our houses

"dinner?" She asks as we walked up the path

"Uhh sure, your place?" I suggest and she nods letting me in we rushed up to her room and I instantly sat in her bed

"You get comfy I'll get dinner started" she smiles going downstairs as soon as she was gone I got up opening her draw and having a rummage I found one... Of her bras ohh my god I think it's bigger then my head it was all purple lace but a couple little flowers embroidered to cover her nipples I hid it back in her draw having a rummage for something else I found a pair of her panties they must have been a set as they matched the bra purple lace with some flowers to hide more sensitive bits if her the panties, however, peaked my interest a little more as the back was just a sting and there was a little round hole for her clit ohhh god I would give my soul to see her in these I hid them away again looking though her other draw hoping to find more goodies but I found something... Little and cold, it felt like plastic?

Ohhh

I took it out a little silver bullet with a button on the bottom I pressed it out of curiosity and it began to vrrrrrrr in my hand so I quickly turned it off the bottom was well worn and the plastic where the silver bad clearly been shinny was slightly matted ummm she must have been using it lately and not cleaned it yet I wanted to steal it just to have in my draw y/n's little vibrator, but she'll get mad when she wants it next so I put it back where I found it.

I spotted her basket of washing and... I couldn't not do it I snuck over finding a pair of panties waiting to be washed they where dark blue with little light blue flowers... Ummm they must be fresh they smelt like her so I hid them in my bag hoping to return my other ones so she could wash them wear them then I could steal them again it's a good pattern I've done for a while know she hasn't notice yet so... I laid in her bed a little while just nuzzling into her pillows and blankets I could feel my erection throbbing and acheing laying in her bed I know I want to but I don't have time she'll find me ummm but it is so soft and snuggly in here maybe just a just a little one

I tucked her duvet and blankets around me nuzzling into her pillow it was like her cuddling every inch of me I quietly undid my zipper and kept an eye on the door as I slipped my hand in grabbing my head and slowly rubbing and gently pumping I bit bottom lip hard stopping all but little grunts from escaping my mouth ohh god! I'm so close! I've been waiting since this morning for my orgasum! But I can't not here! in her bed! She'll kill me if she finds out that I-

Ohhhhhhhhh my god! Please uhh no I can't stop myself now my hands working in there own to make me cum so desperate so needy ohhh y/n my angel! Rolling my head back in her pillow trying my best not to buck my hips onto her duvet to much

No no I can't, I can't cum in her bed she'll kill me she'd me mad I got a bonner in her bed let alone getting a bonner, getting half naked and jerking myself to completion in her bed.

Ohh but who cares I need it! I grabbed my bag grabbing a condom from my wallet slipping it on just so I don't make any mess in her bed getting faster and harder and ...

Uhhhhhh uuuuhhhh yes yes yes! Y/n! My princess! My darling! my angel!

I sighed happily I got my first orgasm of the day given I've been horny since this morning I kept lightly groaning in my pleasant post orgasm mood as y/n popped her head around the door

"Dinners ready" she smiles

"Ohh great" I blush

"Something up? What are you doing snuggling in my bed anyway?" She asks

"Your beds comfy" I shrug

"Whatever, come on before it gets cold," she says leaving going back downstairs so I got up hopping over to her bathroom to slip the condom off wow! That's a lot even for me humm I must have really needed that and flushing it down the toilet so she won't find it I smirked a little looking at my cock just having cum and it's still as hard as before

Maybe y/n is on to something with my overactive libido? but I sorted out and went down having dinner with her "see you in the morning then Thomas" she smiles at her door

"Yeah in the morning, maybe I'll be the one waking you up tomorrow?" I suggest

"Not likely go on get to bed else you'll never get up in the morning" she laughs so I bidded her goodnight and went to my house instantly locking up and going to my room I hid the panties I stole in my draw with the other pair and going to run a bath as soon as it was full I stripped and climbed in relaxing in the warm water I looked down and noticed my cock stood pokeing out the water a little humm well I've already tonight but... Who's counting,

I sat up a bit opening my little cupboard in here and getting a little toy I like my hand aways hurts if I try in the bath as water is a terrible lubricant and being in water I can't use my on my hand so I moved my hips up slipping inside I wanted to scream sitting my head on the bath...

"Humm well that's no way to get clean Thomas" y/n smirked leaning in my bathroom door in just her little silk dressing gown I knew she was naked under it her curves so perfect

"Well... What choice do I have when my baby girl won't touch me" I complain she smirked turning off the light leaving just couple candles to light the room walking in and dropping the gown I tried to examine every part of her naked body but she sat on top of me kissing down my neck and chest "uhhh darling" I groan my cock begging for more

"You did need a bath Thomas" she smirked

"I did?" I smirk and she nods I licked my lip looking at her naked body sat over me grinding on her pussy eBay I could holding her tight "I did" I smirk " I was very dirty" I smirk making her giggle "I was a very dirty boy" I groan as she sat up letting me slip inside her I grabbed her waist close to my orgasm already I smacked her arse as she slowly and gently moved her hips to ride me uhh it felt like heaven to be her little plaything at her mercy

"How dirty were you?" She asks between her gentle kisses

"So so dirty darling" I groan

"Hummm your my little whore now aren't you Thomas?" She asks speeding up

"Uhh! Ummm uhhh! Yes! I am princess, I'm your whore just let me cum" I beg my legs starting to kick and move in the water where I was so close so fast -

"UHHHH UHHH UHHHHHHH! YES YES! Y/N!" I scream cumming inside my little toy hummm I am a little slut sometimes a slut to my own cock when it wants it I do it even if it hurts or if I don't deserve the pleasure I sighed finishing up my bath and getting tucked up in bed I sat for a while in the dark trying to sleep but...

Umm it throbbed begging for attention no no more tonight maybe I'll do it in the morning when I wake up but it just pulsed making me groan I got my magazine from under my bed starting to flick between pages looking for something hot and sexy to look at but I couldn't find any I wanted I need to get rid of these get some new ones there all getting old now, so I got my phone and went online looking through videos and gifs of sexy things till I found one of a girl her figure a lot like y/n touching herself over her panties it was just a gif but it was made so well it was like she never stopped gently playing with herself... Hummm that will work I opened the draw with my other hand as I watched grabbing her panties, oh these are the old ones so I set them in my bed I might need them later I grabbed the other pair the fresh blue ones rubbing my hands around them ummm they feel good even a little warm and wet but that might have been just me having just got out the bath but I can imagine it isn't as I watched...

"Three" I tell her leaning in her bed frame

"I can't thomas" she begs

"You do as your told my little girl else I won't let you have one" I tell her

"But Thomas..." She begged

"No buts or do I have to do it?" I ask and she shakes her head as she laid in her bed in just her little panties

"Can I have my toy?" She asks innocently

"Not yet my angel, hand first over your panties," I tell her and she blushed moving her hand down to rub her clit through her panties even if they where thin it began gentle and Timid as she blushed "why so shy? You do this every day?" I ask

"Not with you watching me" she blushed

"I just want to see how my babygirl pleasures herself when I'm not here, how she lays and begs for my cock" I smirk "now show me" I smirk "or I give you three orgasums non stop" I warn rubbing her clit myself making her scream she pushed my hands away before she lost her mind using one hand to push her pussy lips apart the other to rub in her clit all of this still over her little panties I watched as she touched the little wet patch building the more she touched she kept trying to shut her legs but i force them open sitting on her bed to look at her closer and keep her still "okay you can touch under now" I tell her and her hand insantly went under her panties and her groans and moans for louder she was clearly close so I ripped her panties to sheds watching her touch herself so fast and hard she was so desperate I smirked watching her cum her legs clamping shut her clit quivering in pleasure her screams lusty and loud she even squirted a little onto the bed sheets she calmed down getting her breath looking very happy "good girl" I smirk "now...toy" I tell her grabbing her vibrator and turning it on

"Can't I have-" she began but I pressed it to her clit making her scream she snatched it from my hand her hormones taking over rubbing the tip on her little clit I chuckled watching her pleasure herself again just after cumming it was so hot her hands grabbed at anything she could desperate for her second orgasm I could tell from her moans that she was close already so I turned her vibrator up a little making her squeal my name at the top of her voice melting into her vibrators plastic grip squirting a little more into her bed she turned off her vibe and looked exhausted

"Happy girl?" I ask and she nods "you all pleasured out?" I ask and she nods "well that is cute darling but... I think you would remember, I said three" I tell her

"Thomas I can't" she begs her breath hitching and her breasts bounce with each unsteady breath

"Yes you can, you just normally stop at two well I want to see what happens when you have three, I know you're tired but come on for me" I smirk

"Thomas I can't" she whines

"Well alright, my darling" I smile giving her lips a kiss "but" I smirk pushing her vibe inside her and turning it in as high as it would go "tell me you don't want to cum?" I smirk kissing her neck my other hand rubbing her clit hard she screams whining and groaning desperately "so three?" I ask and she nods "humm good girl" I smirk letting her fuck herself with her vibe and touch her own clit she kept screaming arching her back off her bed and within a couple of little seconds she squealed and threw her head back in pleasure squirting onto her bed and vibe still fucking herself with it as she came and she stopped everything looking exhausted "perfect my angel" I smirked...

Uhh uhh uhhhhh ummmm

I smirked leaning back atlast ready to sleep I yawned a little and tucked myself up for the night.

[startwreck]

WizardWorld Chicago 2018

“I’ll never fly to a con.”

That was my self-imposed rule. See, I live in the Northeast US, so there are lots of major cities within driving/busing distance, and thus lots of cons, and other fandom-adjacent events, happen within a reasonable distance of me. (I realize this is a privilege, and one I’m quite grateful for.) Anyway, when I got into the X-Files fandom a couple of years ago, I was interested in meeting Phile Phriends / Tumblr Pals in real life, and in participating in fandom or fandom-adjacent events, which I have done (and have spent money on), but I told myself that there was no need to ever fly anywhere just for a con: the cost of airfare is too much of an investment, the talent’s schedules can change, and besides, there are a disproportionate amount of options that I don’t have to make the investment to fly to. So I thought.

When DD & GA were announced for WizardWorld Chicago, I had already committed to plans for the con weekend. I was a little bummed, but thought that it was probably for the best that I already had plans, because otherwise, I would have been very tempted to fly to it. Then, just a few weeks prior to the con, after hanging up the phone call in which my last weekend in August plans were postponed, I saw a note from Kristin @kateyes224 alluding to her intention to go to the con. She informed me that @sunflowerseedsandscience, who I had been hoping to meet earlier in the summer, would also be flying in for the occasion. I took this influx of information as a sign that I should get myself to Chicago for that weekend. I justified the cost by using airline and hotel points to subside the expense. I was going to fly to a con. The next few weeks were a whirlwind of madness at work, so I was very grateful to have the aforementioned pals, plus Carrie @carrie11 who would be joining us for her first con, in my pocket to countdown to the weekend with.

I flew to Chicago on the morning Friday, August 24, laughing internally at the absurdity of the situation all the way. I made my way to Rosemont, my eyes going wide when I caught my first glimpse of the convention center, and settled myself into the hotel room before heading downtown on the train to meet Carrie. There was a food truck festival right by the L station that I emerged from, and I realized that all I had consumed only an iced coffee so far in the day, so I remedied that. Carrie was nice enough to indulge in my desire to be a tourist, since I hadn’t been to Chicago proper in years. I had never made it to the Willis Sears Tower, so we did that, and she took some fun pics of Puppet Mulder. I think this is my fav:

We then did a bit of walking -- Grant Park, Lake Shore Drive path, Millenium Park, and the Chicago River, before the rest of the crew arrived and it was finally pizza time! Soon after Carrie and I secured a table at Giordano’s, Kristin, @sunflowerseedsandscience, and Amanda @all-these-ghosts arrived. I greeted them on the patio and had an epic reunion hug with Kristin in which we made a total scene and squeezed each other so tight while squealing that I choked on some of her hair. The five us then had a wonderful dinner that I don’t remember much about except that the pizza was amazing, the company was even better, and I’m pretty sure I was just still in awe that this was all happening. After dinner, we went to grab drinks down the street. There was Shiner Bock on the menu, so Puppet Mulder joined us and confused many of the staff. Amanda especially was tickled by Puppet Mulder, while I was fangirling over her (she wrote Then The Bomb, people!!!) Truly, the con could have been cancelled and the trip still would have been worth it for just hanging out with this crew:

Saturday morning, Kristin procured Starbucks and we all readied ourselves to be presentable for photo ops in the late morning. We met Carrie, Clarice @contrivedcoincidences6, and @albanyparkavenue in the lobby and headed to the convention center. The security line coming from the hotels was long but moved fast. At this point, I had only pre-purchased a dual photo op (and Saturday ticket) but while we were in line I accidentally-but-it-was-bound-to-happen-anyway purchased GA & DD autographs on the ticketing app on my phone. Oops! Once we got in and procured our wristbands, it was already time for those of us with dual photo ops to get in line, so we did. In the midst of a lot of line waiting, Kristin perfected Puppet Mulder’s hair (we decided on Season 4 / Paper Hearts classic floops aka Backstreet Bangs). Puppet Mulder also made friends with a tiny Supergirl, which Carrie captured in a couple pics, and my day was made. Soon, it was go time. I was to go first so that Kristin could do last looks on Puppet Mulder’s hair immediately before the photo. As we approached the final holding area, I situated Puppet Mulder on my right arm and was prepared to pose him in an arms-spread position using the armrods in my left hand (we had been practicing in line.) When it was my turn, I approached, and I was told by those in line behind me that Gillian gave an exasperated “Ohhhhhhhhh boy” while I announced “Puppet Mulder is here!” in an attempt to preemptively stave off any questions about who he was and prevent myself from having to make any awkward hand gestures like I did in Montreal. As we were getting in position I asked, “Can he get in between you? I don’t know that I want to be in it” since I didn’t really care about my face being in it, but also didn’t want to crouch down without warning and confuse everyone. But David insisted, “Ah, no, you gotta be in it!” to which I conceded “I do? Ok.” and stayed put. With that, the photo was taken, I said thanks, and moved out of the way. As the rest of the crew emerged from the Tunnel of Love Anxiety, we went around the corner to retrieve our photos, and I think everyone in the group was pleased with the results! I was pleasantly surprised by mine (even if Gillian is doing her nervous hands.)

I even bought a photo protector sheet after being called out by DD in Montreal for not treating our photo with the utmost respect and bending it a bit. After this ordeal, we realized that we needed drinks and to regroup, so we acquired alcohol (beer is a reasonable lunch, right?) and found a path of floor outside the main hall to make our own. We were joined by some more pals including @dahlia-ships, @observeroftheuniverse, and @perplexistan.

After this recovery period, it was time for Gillian’s autograph session. I had the pleasure of being behind Natalie for this and got to listen to Natalie give the most eloquent, heartfelt litany of thanks to one of her favs. Also, somehow margaritas came up and Natalie and I were like “Yesss we just drank before this!” so clearly my 20 seconds were much less profound, but here’s the rough transcript after that:

Me: Thanks for putting up with us. GA: This was one of my favorite photos of the day. Me: Aww, really?! GA: Yeah, it’s between this one and maybe one other. Me: Oh, what was that? GA: Someone had an alien. Me: Oh yeah, the big blow up thing? [Had spotted this in front of us in the photo op line.] GA: Yeah. Me: *nods* Thanks!

When I emerged from her booth and realized she inscribed “My favorite photo of the day” on the photo, I was both heart-eyed and in awe. See, I am a terrible multi-tasker and thus continually in awe of Gillian’s ability to have a conversation while simultaneously making a non-robotic inscription. Like, yeah, she’s pretty good at acting and contributes to humanitarian causes, but I’d like to give her an award for speaking and writing at the same time. Was this talent born from some crazy avant-garde theatre warm-up? Is this some kind of Mom superpower? Really what I’m asking is: Is there hope for me yet to learn this skill?

Anyway, after the crew got their Gillian autographs, some more drinks were procured, and then we decided to go wait in line for the panel (which was actually a solid 9 minute walk from the main hall.) At this point, I started bothering Kristin to come get a DD autograph with me before the panel, because I’m a bad influence like that. She was unprepared with what she would have him sign though, so we started brainstorming, and landed on possibly The X-Files: Earth Children Are Weird picture book that I had brought a copy of so that Kristin could do a dramatic reading. Since that was back in the hotel room, a few of us darted back to grab it (and to grab our leftover deep dish, which my growling stomach was very grateful for.) We brought the remaining pizza to the line-sitters, and at around 4pm, I successfully convinced Kristin to come grab a DD autograph with me. Shayla @thatredhead00 joined us and her tale of a DD interaction earlier in the day made me howl with laughter. We made friends with a couple of local guys in line, and I connected with a woman I recognized from a previous event, which was funny. Anyway, DD made it back from his afternoon break, the signing session began, and soon enough, Kristin went first with the picture book, and I globbed on to her convo. Here’s the rough transcript:

DD: [signing on the title page] What am I signing? K: The X-Files picture book! DD: [Turns to the front cover] Aww, it’s cute! [Genuinely, high-pitched] DD: What happens in it? K: They go camping in the woods. Me: And Scully’s parents are aliens. Me: Whoops, I gave away the twist ending. DD: Yeah, you ruined it for me. Me: Yeah, it was gonna take you so long to read… Me: Thanks so much!

For those keeping score at home, this brings my record of accidentally-but-lovingly making fun of DD to his face at con autograph sessions to an even 2-0. Interestingly enough, I’ve been to two of his book signings and complimented him (well, his writing) at both of those. Not sure what gives.

Anyway, we decided that we needed more drinks before the panel so grabbed those and then made the journey back to where that was. Our pals were already seated, and the question line had already started forming, so Kristin and Shayla hopped in that while I took a seat with the crew. The panel was perfectly fine in person. Per usual, a few cringey questions (thanks Natalie for letting me squeeze your arm through these), but also a few great questions and responses. Kristin got to ask her question (and, as predicted, Gillian couldn’t remember specifics, and the morgue scene in “Ghouli” was David’s answer, but it was still nice to hear it.) Other highlights included a thoughtful question and response from Gillian on how the show might have been different if written from a more feminist perspective. Also, there was a fleeting moment when I thought the tell-all book was going to be spoiled, plus the infamous “Who tops?” question. All in all, not bad at all, though this was the first panel I’ve attended with just the two of them, so I admittedly don’t have any equal comparison points. Soon enough, it was over, and it was time to drink (more!) with Philes. All of the aforementioned crew from the day joined, plus Amanda, @datanullyx, @redscully, @xfilesgeekery, and @anicepieceofash.  We started in the hotel bar but, in the interest of cost savings, eventually procured liquor and ordered (more) pizza and moved to our hotel room. There were lots of hugs and snuggles, lots of loudly wondering “What is my life?”, platonic handholding, one human/puppet makeout session, an impressive demonstration of Kristin’s ability to sleep through anything, and some amazing cheesecake brownies . As the evening got late, Puppet Mulder even changed into his red Speedo (and put on his to-scale legs.) Needless to say, it was a night both wonderful and strange. Here’s some of the crew at the after-after party:

I feel so lucky to have gotten to spend time with everyone I met or re-met this weekend, and if I start calling out the specifics of why you’re all so great, I’ll make myself cry, so I’m going to stop here. If you’ve read all of this rambling (whether you were present or not), I’m very impressed. Thanks to everyone who shared in this weekend with me from both near and far, and thanks to Gillian and David for giving us an excuse to meetup.

I said I’d never fly to a con, but I’m so glad I did.

Author's note: I always hate writing these because a) it means it’s over, and b) I can never fully capture the awesomeness that is meeting up with fandom friends. Also, I have a shit memory, but jotted down notes about stuff right after it happened on Saturday, so hopefully I’m not misconstruing anything too terribly. If you were present, feel free to correct me!

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 26.09.17 lb

“shaadi na ho gayi mahabharat ho gaya.”

bloody hell, good someone recognizes. this shit’s been going on for like.................. years.

wow anika, utaaavli much? seedha elvis pose! 

waise good to see she’s anxious to get laid as well. 

LMAO EVERYONE’S REACTIONS:

omki as usual, is the bestest. i love him so much. 

lol yeah sure anika. hella poor coverup job. 

ugh these two fuckers. cut out the fucking cute and GIVE ME THARAK.

ok how many things today? ring ceremony, mehendi... matlab, 3 mahino se is bloody shaadi ko kheenche jaa rahe ho and now everything’s going to happen in one fucking day? fuck you ppl. 

OMFG ZAAAAAAAAAKIRR KHAN. I LOVEEEEEEEEEE HIMMMMMMMMM. HE’S ONE OF THE FUCKING BEST STAND UP COMEDIANS INDIA HAS. 

i’ve seen him live as well (his new haq se single tour), and he was absolute fire. he did the entire two hours without even a pause for water! 

some of my favt bits by him (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) it’s a little heavy on indori + delhi hindi slang, but if you’re fluent, you’ll love it. 

haaaaye, mere sakht launde ke kya din aa gaye, ke is chutiya show mein usse cameo karna pad raha hai. laanat ho tumpe star plus. laanat. 

pls, shivaay would never be friends with zakir. ever. zakir’s whole schtick is based on his middle class-ness and self deprecation about the chutiyaapa of life when middle class and average and not model-esque looking. now anika and zakir being friends, i can see. they really should have had him be HER friend. 

ok this shit is hella embarrassing for ZAKIR, so imma fwd. 

anika has fucking loooooooost it. 

invisible gauri is in charge of sangeet. (get well soon shrenu! i miss your face already, my little button!)

ohhhhhhhh boy, pinky. 

her complaints be fully legit though. 

wow, even om is trying to shush shivaay. 

dadi has fully forgiven pinky. even after suspecting her to do khulaasa of the oh so dangerous raaz and what not. idgi. 

anika is freaking out. like why though? they’ve gone through this wedding shit a million times. like... just get it over with, sis. 

the real crisis: “main pehnoongi kya??????????” 

hubs is here to calm her down. 

“AAPKA BREATHING GAYA TEL LENE. DO DIN MEIN SHAADI HAI, PEHENE KE LIYE KAPDE NAHI HAI, BREATHING THODI NA PEHNOONGI!?!?!?”

lolllllllll

khudi ke choice ko beautiful keh raha hai. usse bhi toh dikha. she’s the one who has to wear the damn thing her whole life. 

ouffffffff what is this stupid immature billu and bandariya fight???? 

ok that was a little uncalled for, shivaay. 

but i mean.... ok. i woulda done the same. chick was getting OUTTA CONTROL.

aaaaaaand..... every action has an equal and opposite reaction, so....

“breathe shivaay. JUST BREAAAAAAATHE!” lmaooooo

time for some seski romancinggggggg. 

uh huh honey. get itttttttttt. 

sealed with a kiss! 

that ring is too big and so un-anika-like though. 

whut. where the fuck did she get a ring from tho???? 

and how did she conjure that shit up like a fucking magician? 

billu looks like he might cry. i’m loving the whole reversal of the proposal trope!

yo man my girl got some maaaaaaaaaaaad moves, and some hella alluring “let’s sex” eyes. billu can’t even handle it. he’s a weepy, gooey mess. 

ouff billu why would you ask for one more kiss ON THE HAND? you and your damn hand fetish. 

ok my damn heart is bursting from feelz. *weeping* my babies. my beaaaaauuuutiful babies. so happy and peaceful (in the moment. let’s see how long it lasts.)

ocd perfectionist billu is being a pain in the ass for the vendors. ek toh last se bhi last minute order, upar se nakhre hazaar. in the words of zakir, hatt behenchod... 

lol shivaaaay has a phobia of the words “thank you” now. he hears it and instant pavlovian response; thinks he’s fucked up and needs to start grovelling. 

lmao “(w)ow likhne nahi hote shivaay, wow ko mehsoooos kiya jaata hai!”

uh, you’re hindus. “vows” have been prewritten for you for thousands of years. you really don’t need to khapaaofy your sar over it? awaiiii ke chonchle during last minute wedding. 

HE’S WRITTEN HIS VOWS ALREADY. WHAT A NERD. 

ew what is this excited to share in front of whole family waali feeling tho? who are these ppl who like to exhibit their most private feelings like this? mera bas chale toh there’d be no one at my wedding other than the groom and myself. i don’t need ppl witnessing this nonsense. 

“are you staring at my lips?”

lmaoooooooooo him correcting her from offscreen. 

what the fuck even is this rudra scene???? like.... what even is this fastforwarding of their plot???? just yest they were in the guest house almost making out??? 

LMAO ANIKA ADALAT MEIN OATH LE RAHI HO KYA???

ok the first vow itself is setting her up for failure. girl you know you’re gonna call him baaghad billa before the end of the day even.

dude, just steal his vows. 

EEEEEEEEEEEEE SAHILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL 

lolllll i knewwww it. she’s making sahil steal shivaay’s vows. 

WHAT FUCKING CONNECTION RUDRA

GOD BHAVYA WHY THE FUCK IS HE IN THE HOUSE RUINING YOUR BIG DAY 

there’s not even dosti between you two. he’s a whiny little pissbaby who’s not even worth befriending. coz he doesn’t get how men and women can be friends.

yup. he’s manhandling her. great. 

AND SLUT SHAMING HER. OMFG RUDRAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU’RE THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING WORST

that’s 3 outta 3 oBros slut shaming their future wives. great job, gulneet! keep it up!!!!

BHAVYA FUCKING HELL GET HIM FUCKING ARRESTED. GOD YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER GIRL; PLEASE, LOVE YOURSELF, MANAV IS SUCH A NICE GUY PLEASE JUST MARRY HIM

lol this tiny munchkin thief. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaand shivaay’s here. 

LMAO HE KNEW SHE’D TRY TO STEAL THE VOWS 

omfg the vows are so damn extra, all tied up in ribbon and shit wtf

ok i know this kinda comedy is laaaaaaame, but I FUCKING LOVE IT. also, it was nice to see shivaay in shark singh oberoi mode after a long long time. 

ohhhhhhhhh boy, shivaay gonna fuck her over. 

LMAO HIS LETTER TO HER: 

“wow anika. sorry, nakalchi bandariya. i cannot believe tumne apne chote bhai ko chori karne ke liye bheja, you cheater. apne vows khud likho, and remember it’s VOWS. with a V.” 

sahil sach mein bohut ekta kapoor waale serials dekhne laga hai. 

“aapki help ki chakkar mein meriiii integrityyyyyy pe question mark lag gaya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

lmaooooo his dangal waali impression. 

“behen ki shaadi hai, bhai ko aur bhi bohut kaam hote hai, CHORI KE ALAAWA!!!!” 

lmaooooooooo omg i love sahil so much. petition to have him replace rudra as the youngest oBro, coz honestly i want to strangle rudra with my bare hands rn. 

daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn omki, you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind, OH OMKI!!!!! OH OMKI!!!!!!!!!!!! 

omki be all angsty at wife telling him to gtfo. good. 

god i’m so sad we won’t get angsty rikara romance during shaadi ki rasmein. i was soooo looking fwd to it. 

rudra fuck you to fuckkkkkkkkk. 

yes, for fucks sake make your utara hua thopdas better coz SO HELP ME GOD I WON’T LET YOU FUCKERS AND YOUR INSENSITIVITY RUIN THE BIG DAY OF THE ONE OBRO WHO ISN’T COMPLETELY ABOMINABLE RIGHT NOW. 

this weird angst is soooooooo killing my buzz. could you assholes just gtfo???? i really don’t care about your issues that you’ve brought upon yourself.

holy shit shivKara look so damn hot in black. i wanna spread them on toast and just nommmmmmmm. 

can’t even look at rudra with how much i hate him today. 

pinky looks nice. unhappy af, but nice. 

.... why are shakti and tej so awkwardly seated? 

ok, anika’s outfit... isn’t BAD... but isn’t GREAT either. but my girl so pretty, she looks fire anyway. 

i’m really missing more of a younger female presence in this episode, like gauri and bhavya and sumo.

(lol prinku who???? noone gives a shit. gauri has fully replaced prinku as the baby sister of choice. “sabse choti!!!!!!!!” shivaay yelled yesterday. like literally no one gives one flying fuck about stupid prinku who only added nothing but misery to their lives, as opposed to gauri who adds magic and happiness and sunshine and glitter.)

heart eyes motherfucker. “wow” is right. 

i have the same question as shivaay: tote ki yaadaasht achchi hoti hai???? 

she’s gonna fly by the seat of her lehenga and fuck you upppppp billu. 

waise, why are the vows being read on the mehendi day, instead of the shaadi???? 

is baar mehendi mein kaunsa corrosive liquid hoga? 

aaaaand pinky’s going awff. 

shivaay’s wielding phone of tadi. and is fucking up whoever’s on the other end. 

“sab kuch pefect chahiye toh khud karna chahiyeee” bada dialogue maar raha tha. why didn’t you go out and get the mehendi yourself then????

bike pe kaunnnnn hai? is it that new dude? 

lmao mehendi ka wait being made so overdramatic. sit your ass down and wait, loser.

is new dude bringing the mehendi????? 

THIS FUCKER JUST RODE THE BIKE RIGHT INTO THEIR LIVING ROOM. LIKE.... HE HAS TO BE AN OBEROI FOR SURE. SUCH EXTRA CAN ONLY BE IN THEIR GENES. 

what the fuck were security even doing when someone RODE A BIKE INTO THE HOUSE?????? 

digging his leather jacket/skinny tie combo though. 

whoever he is, he cute af. can we replace rudra with HIM? 

“you’re the most beautiful, kind, wonderfully weird girl i know... tumhare saath bitaaya hua har lamha is like an adventure, and i just wanna be with you forever.” 

well damn. those ARE some perfect vows.