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tkpuke · 2 months

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Sweet Tranquility

Pairing -Lee!Lucifer x Gender Neutral Reader

Word count - 1,293

In which Lucifer seems to be falling back into the unhealthy obsession of creating rubber ducks, which takes a toll on his sleep schedule and your relationship. You’re the only one who knows him best, so you pull out a trick that gets him to calm down and feel loved all at the same time.

This is a tickle fic. Do not read if that’s not your thing.

The clock was nearing 2 AM, rain being heard pitter-pattering on the window. It was another restless night for you, tossing and turning in your sleep to find that perfect comfy position that’ll knock you out. In the middle of your tossing and turning, you mindlessly search for Lucifer, something to hold and cuddle into since you begin to shiver a bit.

A few seconds go by, and you open your eyes to see he was yet again, not in bed. You sigh, but more in annoyance, knowing this is the third night in a row where he hasn’t been in bed, leaving you all alone. In the morning you’ve tried asking him what he’s been doing awake so late, and he eases your worries by saying he had only gone to use the bathroom. You never went out to go see for yourself, wanting to believe him. However, this night you had a gut feeling you should go search for him. Because unless he has a weird bathroom schedule he didn’t tell you about, you’re starting to call bullshit on him going off to use it every night around 2 AM, and he doesn’t even come back until an hour or two go by.

You treaded quietly down the hall, seeing if you could hear where exactly he was at. Your ears picked up on slight noise coming from the living room, and when you got a little closer you saw light shining from there. As you peeked your head in, that’s when you saw Lucifer sitting down near the coffee table, focusing on painting a rubber duck. Beside him seemed to be twenty more jumbled together, all in different colorful outfits and top hats.

“Lucy?” You called out, causing him to jump slightly from not expecting you to be awake. He immediately starts stuttering, searching for an explanation. “Oh! Y/N- I uhh- haha was just uhm..” His eyes dart around the room, fixing onto the huge grandfather clock that touches up the living room just perfectly, cluttering all the ducks under the rug as if you haven’t spotted them already.

“..I was on my way to the bathroom, per usual! As I noticed this beautiful babe of a clock we have here.” He rubs his chin in thought, looking over his shoulder at you. “Did you know we always had this?” Lucifer nervously laughs, the stutter making its appearance again when you gave him eyes of worry. “In the- er uh- house we’ve been practically living in for many years…”

All you did in response was take his hand into yours, the other finding its way to caress his cheek and then he broke.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Y/N. I promised it wouldn’t get this bad again, and I… well- I’m just so-“ you bring him into a hug to shush him, rubbing his back comfortingly. “Hey, we don’t have to talk about this right now. Let’s just go back to bed, okay?”

Lucifer nodded as you two walked back, hands interlocked. Getting into bed at the same time, moving around into a comfy position and settling with facing each other as your heads slightly bump together. Silence fills the room, almost passing out right then and there until you hear some shuffling.

You try to ignore it, assuming Lucifer wasn’t comfortable enough and was moving a little bit. Although the shuffling continued, making you sit up and look down at him. “Is everything alright?”

“I can’t sleep.” He says with a huff, staring up at the ceiling defeatedly.

This wasn’t your first rodeo where Lucifer couldn’t have sleep fall upon him. He always struggled becoming tired at the appropriate time, so it led you to come up with some ideas to help him.

“Do you want me to make you a hot drink?” You first suggested, something that always helps you knockout yourself. Lucifer shook his head, letting out a sigh. “No, that won’t do.”

“A massage, maybe?”

“Those never work.”

“How about watching a little bit of Tv?”

“We’ll accidentally stay up all night if we do that.”

You sit back on the bed headrest, forgetting how difficult he could be. It was like taking care of a child rather than your significant other.

That was until a lightbulb suddenly shined in your mind, a smile slowly forming, one he couldn’t see from how dark the room is, the city lights barely shining through the curtains to make some sort of visibility.

“Actually, I think I know what might do the trick.” The sound of your voice sounded more mischievous than comforting, which caused Lucifer to look over but let out a yelp of surprise from you straddling his waist in a quick second.

“What are you doing— H-HEHEY!” His question got cut off with a strangled giggle, your hands finding their way up to his underarms, going straight for the kill so soon.

As funny as it sounds, tickling was one of what seems like the only methods that helped tired out Lucifer. You can’t remember how exactly you stumbled upon this discovery, but what you do know is how he never complains because he secretly enjoys the thrill of it all. You tried getting him to admit it at one point, but you didn’t get far.

“Nohoho, wait! Wait!” Lucifer snapped his arms down but at the same time trying to grab at your wrists, but he didn’t pull them away. You both knew he had the strength to do so, but you’ll never comment on why he never does. The reason was clear as day.

No matter how many ‘please!’s or ‘stop!’s he throws at you, it all meant the opposite. “Y’know, times like these it makes it hard to believe you’re the ruler of Hell.” You teased, digging in his underarms a little deeper to pull out that snort he does. You weren’t left disappointed, him snorting as his hair becomes more unraveled with each shake of his head.

“I’ll shohow you once I’m FREHEHEE!” A squeal escapes him the minute you latch onto his thighs, the spot you go to when he gets snippy. Fingers find their way to his inner thighs, squeezing in a fast pace. “Lets see if you have enough energy once we’re finished, yeah?” You scoffed, almost nearly getting bucked off but you still had a firm grip on his thighs.

Thighs would be rank one for one of his most ticklish spots, his underarms being a close second. It takes only a few seconds for his laughter to become hoarse and silent, which has already happened, causing you to go slow and skitter your nails around his neck. You smiled at the sight of his cheeks becoming a more vibrant shade of red than it usually is, being a giggly mess and trying to trap your fingers under his chin.

“Ohohokay, I’ll sleheheep! I’m tired! I swehear!” He desperately pleas. His breathless state was convincing enough, but if there’s one thing you learned from all the times Lucifer tickled you, it was to be a little shit.

“Hmm, are you sure?” You left pokes all around his stomach, watching each poke earning you quiet giggles. He moves his hands away from your wrists up to your hands, and you let him. “Yehes, now leave me alohone.” You planted a kiss on his cheek, finally moving off of him. “Never.”

You tucked yourself back in bed, looking over to realize he is still giggling. “You do know I stopped, right?”

“Shut the hell up.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “It worked though. You can barely keep your eyes open now.”

Lucifer moved to lay on his side, a hand caressing your cheek. “It did, thank you.”

“I love you.”

#hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle fics #tickle fic #tickle community #lee!lucifer #ler!reader #lee!lucificer x ler!reader #lucificer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer tickle #I WRITE SO SLOWWWW IM SORRY #but I hope you guys like it teehee I luv that little man

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theunderestimator-2 · 3 months

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Sally Norvell singing "Oh Bondage Up Yours!" on her punk stage debut as captured by Will Van Overbook back in 1978 in Austin, Texas, with Cold Sweat, a band that led to the Norvells.

Sally Norvell is an actor, director, writer and producer and most Wim Wenders fans may remember her appearance in "Paris, Texas" (1984) as 'Nurse Bibs' on a rubber horse behind the mirror of the peep show but her curriculum vitae also lists her as a frontwoaman who was central to Austin's punk history right from its inception. Having been one of the early punk rebels that attended the San Antonio show of the Sex Pistols (a game-changing moment for Austin's scene which basically sparked out of conversations between future pioneers in cars heading back to Austin from Randy's Rodeo in the wee hours of Jan. 9, 1978) and also having one of the best female punk voices according to the revered historian of Austin's music scene Margaret Moser, she fronted various bands who all shared members and gigs as an entwined entity, starting with Cold Sweat -who actually opened for The Huns during the notorious Raul's gig that turned into a riot after their singer Phil Tolstead kissed a cop on the lips-as well as The Violators, if I'm not mistaken, and followed by Motor Men, The Gator Family and The Norvells.

An important musical figure in her own right by this point, she spent the '80s leading the revisionist-swing combo Prohibition (also featuring members of Scratch Acid, Poison 13, and Glass Eye) and the '90s in the Congo Norvell, a long-lived partnership with Kid Congo Powers.

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#sally norvell #the norvells #austin #early punk scene #punk #punk rock #1978 #cosld sweat #the gator family #motor men #prohibition #congo norvell #kid congo powers #paris teas #wim wenders

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paddockbunny · 2 years

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Chapter Two

Summary: After the events in your fathers car during the summer BBQ with his golden boy and you accepted his invitation to attend a race as his guest, what happens when you eventually go? Especially when you're still so hot and bothered by him? Pairing : Max Verstappen x Reader Rating :18+. Word Count: 2, 320 Trigger Warnings : NSFW, 18+, adult content, adult language, Christian Horner, Oral - male receiving, sneaking about 💞READ PART 1 HERE💞 <<<< I’m thinking of making this a fic series 🙏🏼

As the smell of burning rubber, oil and fuel fumes assaulted your nose, the sound of roaring engines, fans and wheel guns assaulted your ears. This wasn’t your first rodeo. You had been to races before but for some reason this one felt different. As you made your way through the paddock towards the familiar navy blue with red and yellow insignia you couldn’t help but feel a little buzz of excitement. However, you registered it wasn’t because you were here in Budapest at the Hungarian Grand Prix that gave you the buzz. It was because you were here for Max. You were here to repeat what happened a few weeks ago at the Horner Summer BBQ. The day you fucked Max Verstappen in the passenger seat of your fathers Aston Martin. The sheer memory of how his mouth felt on yours, how he touched you, how he moaned your name, how his cock felt as you rode him and how his cum felt as it slowly seeped out of you flooded back to your mind at the click of your fingers. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him during sleepless nights when the only way you could finally drop off to sleep was by having an orgasm. Max had truly become your orgasm inspiration and now as you walked through the crowds towards the area he had told you you would find him in, your pussy throbbed a little.

You got through clean. No one seemed to question you, stop you or bother you. But most of all no one asked you about your father and if he knew you were here. To which, you were both thankful and grateful because the thing was, the only person who knew you were here was Max and you weren’t ready to lie yet. You sent him a text when you were close by and you had to show your VIP card to some guy to let you in. Max replied almost instantly that he was coming to get you – being in his company wouldn’t raise as many eyebrows in comparison to if you had been caught here by yourself with his name on your pass - and you were thankful when a door suddenly opened, a hand went around your upper arm and yanked you into a room before you could even take a breath. You came face to face with Max just in time because you could swear you had just heard your fathers voice close by and him catching you would be the absolute worst possible outcome. That being said, this was not the entrance you had been hoping to make. You wanted to stroll in, have a little bit of a Marilyn Monroe “Happy Birthday Mr President” moment and then cross the room, shove Max on to the nearest seat and go to town on him. Instead, he was very much in charge and you were on his turf now.

You were practically toe-to-toe. Max’s body inches from yours. Your mouth went dry and the cockiness you had felt strolling through the paddock left you. His eyes looked at you hungrily and you swore he could read your mind. “Did you get in ok?” He asked and your eyes flickered from his eyes to the mouth you had spent weeks fantasising about. You could only nod and he smirked at the very obvious effect he was having on you. Then that throbbing in-between your thighs came back as if your little lady knew you were in his presence and was desperate for him. He took a step back with a slight clear of his throat and asked if you wanted something to drink.

“Sure, what do you have?” You tried hard not to pay attention to the way the top of his race suit was around his waist and how figure hugging those navy blue fireproofs were. His back was so broad and shoulders so wide it made you wonder how he actually fit comfortably inside a race car. But again, the thought left you and was replaced by the dirty thoughts of your fingernails making marks on his pale skin. “Uh, Red Bull or uh…. Red Bull.” He joked upon opening the Red Bull branded fridge and you couldn’t help but laugh. You told him you’d take a Red Bull and he pulled one out for you and looked around for a glass, clearly wanting to display his hospitality skills. No glass was to be found but there was a straw and he stared at you while he opened the can, slid in the straw and held it out for you to take.

“Cheers.” He said with enthusiasm and clinked the two Red Bull cans together. You sipped but the fizz came bubbling up and out of the straw first and it dripped down across your hand. He laughed and you did too after a second or so and then without a single word being uttered by either of you the Red Bull cans were practically flung (still full and ready to spill) on to the floor and you rushed into each others hungry, needy arms.

It was like a scene from an old fashion movie. To some people it would have been seen as predictable or cringey. And even you would have been inclined to have thought as much. However, the magnetism and raw, unbridled lust that powered both of you was too much to bear. You hadn’t planned to be on him so quickly. You wanted to at least find out what was going on between the both of you before you decided if you should fuck him again but now standing here in his drivers’ room your hormones took over and you no longer cared. All you could focus on was how desperately you wanted his girthy cock and the sound of your name spilling from his lips as you gave him equal pleasure. Drifting back to the moment you couldn’t help but observe how Max’s lips were unlike anyone else’s. They were practically made for kissing and it should have been utterly illegal at how good he was at it. As his hand tenderly slipped from your back and up into your hair as you allowed his tongue to gently caress your own. His fingers tugged playfully on your tresses. The pace was slower than it was in your father’s car. It felt like he was savouring the moment and – although he was presumably on the clock – he wanted to act as if he had all the time in the world to take care of you properly.

You were the first to moan. You thought a few times it may have been him but nope. It was you. The explicit sounding moan came when Max tugged on your hair to expose your neck to him. Other guys had done this before but none of them gave you such an overwhelming feeling as Max had done and you knew it pleased him to hear it from you as he smiled against your flesh. It clearly filled him with confidence as his hand finally left your hair, re-joined the other one on your back and then travelled south to rest momentarily on your butt. And then when you thought he forgot to do it, Max squeezed your ass roughly in his palms and it was his turn to moan this time.

“I’ve been waiting for this since the second we left that car.” It was exactly what you wanted to hear but you hadn’t expected too. Had he just made a declaration that he had been longing for you too? That he wanted a repeat, a round two, just as badly as you did?

“Fuck…” You moaned as he kneaded your ass again “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.” You were exposing your most inner thoughts now. Something you rarely ever did. You were uninhibited with your feelings but you trusted Max (for as little as you knew him) implicitly. He made you feel unexplainably safe. He paused and pulled back slightly as if he was going to ask you to say it again. Almost as if he didn’t believe you felt it and wanted it too. So you quickly put your hands on his cheeks fleetingly before they fell to his neck. Staring into his beautiful blue eyes the whole time. What you didn’t expect was Max to gently remove your hand and swiftly take it down to his crotch. He was completely fully erect for you and your mouth salivated at the thought of it.

Just before he spoke and interrupted the thought running through your head, you pushed him over to the sofa and made him sit. It passed through your mind to get on top of him and get your own pleasure at the same time but you wanted to draw this out for as long as possible. You didn’t want a quick fuck in his drivers’ room. You wanted him several times. You wanted him to come back to your hotel later after the race. You wanted him to crave you so you could have multiple filthy memories to recall when you were alone at night and touching yourself. So you finally lowered down to your knees. The rough, short pile carpet scrubbed against your bare flesh but you didn’t care. Carpet burns were surely imminent but again, you couldn’t give a damn. Max’s unsteady breath ricocheted around the room as if it was silently encouraging your movements. You pulled at his race suit and the fireproof leggings till he was almost free. Max’s heart thundered away in his chest, as finally, with a lift of his hips aiding you, his impressive member was free. Anticipation clung thick in the air. He was desperate for you. It was so obvious how badly he needed you to touch him so when you finally ghosted your hand down over his length, he sighed deeply.

Max’s hand pushed back your hair so he had a perfect view as inch by inch you took him in your mouth. He practically hissed as your tongue swirled around his reddening tip before your lips closed around it and you sucked. “Fuck...” He groaned and it only made you go harder. It wasn’t long before you set an unrelenting rhythm. Bobbing up and down on him. Max’s thighs clenched and it felt exactly how you felt between your thighs. Your panties drenching from your own arousal. You knew you shouldn’t have bothered wearing underwear today. As his began hitting the back of your throat you let out pleasurable groans so he knew you enjoyed it.

“Good girl…” Max praised you and you didn’t even realise the effect of him saying such simple words would have on you. It was enough to bring you closer to climaxing, without even being touched. You kept going, sensing he was close. When your hands finally delicately caressed his balls and that was enough to tip him over. His hands gripped the back of your head and you glanced up to watch as his eyes squeezed shut and moans spluttered from his agape mouth. You let him cum in your mouth. Tasting all of his salty seed as he spilled it on to your tongue. Small tremors wracked his thighs as his body rode out the orgasm you had willingly given him. Smugness cascaded across your body. And when his breathing finally started to calm, he finally looked down at you and a breathy cachinnation left him, which pleased you immensely.

“You’re so good at that.” Praise, again. You licked your lips and Max leaned forward. You weren’t sure exactly what he was going to do – after all, most guys didn’t like being kissed after you went to town on their dicks – but his hand went to your cheek so tenderly it mimicked the way you did it to him before you went down on him. His thumb brushed across the corner of your lip and wiped away the little bit of his cum mixed with your drool that had dribbled down. It was an incredibly intimate moment that you weren’t even sure if you had the capacity to register. The way he was looking at you was unlike anyone had ever looked at you before and you knew in that second that you were done for.

“…so get out of it.” You winked and went for the handle of the door back out to the Red Bull area and paddock but Max was quicker and grabbed on top of your hand, keeping the door closed. He had just informed you that usually he would go to dinner with the bosses – that included you father – after a race and especially before summer break when you placed your hotel room key card on the table for him as a silent signal this wasn’t done yet – and you hadn’t yet had your fill of him. Slowly his blue orbs cast over you as if he was trying to make sure you were real and without a second thought his lips were on yours and kissing you like you were giving him life. It was all too easy to fall for Max Verstappen. But as much as you wanted to be consumed by the moment, he had somewhere vastly more important to be and you needed to get out of his drivers room before anyone knew you were there. But you weren’t finished quite yet. As he let go of your hand you slightly opened the door and smirked.

“I can’t wait for you to be inside me tonight.” You let it linger till you were sure it landed. His laugh was so sanguine that you finally left his drivers room confident knowing he would absolutely be getting out of dinner with your father and the team bosses.

*as always the gif’s credits go to their original creators.

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precious-little-scoundrel · 1 month

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Thrilled to hear there will be more naughty sleepovers! Might there be an entry forthcoming about dear Dougie aka James Douglass? Inquiring minds want to know!

Oooh Dougie my man, yes, yes thank you, I adore this fella! Come on in, bring in the beer and snacks, can’t have a dry slumber party in honor of this fella, that’s for certain. Special thanks to my contributors: @suraemoon @faegoddessog

Cock-versations || James Douglass Edition

nsfw (AF!) below the cut:

Sordid details: Gosh, how many ways can I describe cocks? The thing is that my vocabulary will run out long before the sheer and varied abundance of cock types has been exhausted. So, while fearing becoming a little repetitive here -I must direct you to the fingers and proclaim: girth. A good average in length but he’s got such a lovely stretch to give and the capable tool is set in a bevy of black curls. Which makes it look pale in comparison, with a little pink tinge and a few startlingly blue veins winding around the pillar. He’s got a seemingly small tip again, by comparison. He likes to get his in some kind of kinky manner but frequency, that’s his highest priority. Pretty substantial balls but they're very tight and round.

A note on the wielder of the weapon: here we’ve got another man who will stand alongside Rosie in his ability and need to make you laugh during. “More rubbers than he can count??” Oh this ain’t his first rodeo and his enthusiasm for the sport exceeds his condom count -and sometimes his talent but eh, whatever. An unapologetic little shit, when y’all have time you’d best prepare to get the living daylights edged outta ya, he’s a terrible tease and now he’s become aware of the galgasm he’s all about going after it in typical bombardier style: accuracy and precision but a deep seated capability to adjust as needed and still be accurate -dynamite combo after some initial bumbling.

Ad libbing the pussy: King of the Quickie, he’s a very eager fella and he’s into some kinky shit, into impossible positions for the hilarity of it and happy to contort himself impossibly too. Quickies are a way of life for this guy, not that he doesn’t like to have long excursions into romance and intimacy but he needs his fill on the hour, so to speak, so he’s gotta sneak it in regularly in between. He’s so smooth about it too, can slip you away so quick, slip into you before you can say “Flynn!”. Now, now, it must be said that he asks so sweetly, he’s a real gem, but then when he’s at it it’s like a Labrador puppy humping a leg. His voice so soft and sweet just to ask to fuck you, because you’re so pretty and distracting and it does things to him, he never forgets how lucky he is to have you despite how frequently he makes use of your allowance.

1940’s Fucbois -they don’t make ‘em like they used to.

A Jabberer: he’s such a chatty bastard when he’s inside you too, chatting between grunts and moans. Some of it's downright looney but it’s all very grateful and very flattering. I mean come on Dougie, lemme hear about how you love how this pussy feels and now onto the score and then yes ask me if I’m down to go boating next week like -yes I can handle that, keep talking to me baby boy. Ain’t stingy with his compliments either so, that’s nice, loves to spin a yarn about how fabulous you are -sometimes that brand of fabulousness should not be shared at a funeral with all your aunts around.

A comment on finesse: He lets out a whole lotta “ya like that? ya like that?” and then he’s one of those unicorn men who actually keeps doing the motion you asked him to keep doing. You ask him to do something and immediately you got it just how you want it, he had to be shown a helluva lot initially but hey, we all start somewhere. We love a fast learner. He’s so down to try new things too, never be nervous or embarrassed to ask for something, you could ask if y’all can do it dressed in tiger onesies and he’s gonna be so stoked. It’ll be funny, you’ll probably get some bruises from falling around- what’s not to love?!

Oral: yeah, he’s a snacker- he’ll go down for sure, he’s also a story teller so best believe he’ll be talking to your pussy, anecdotes, mission funnies, all about the latest canned joke he heard -not saying that it’s the best pussy eating you’ve ever had but it certainly has a vibrating mouth action quality to it, lol. Sometimes you might need to tell him to hush and finish the job. Ya know what happens then? “Right right, sorry babe, gotcha,” -and if you forcefully bring his head back down? well, y’all may later need to discuss why that fed-up action made him blow his load untouched.

I’m not saying he wants you to sometimes act unimpressed so he has to work ten times harder and you still tell him he doesn’t deserve to cum but…he does like it, take it up with him I’m just the oracle

End notes: Just don’t bore this man, whatever you do, and you’ll be the one for him -he hopes. And then you can look forward to a life of ad lib pussy skills, impromptu fucking and improv switching.

-Will likely ask you to make him a sandwich after and will pester you to let him watch you and Dorace down the street have a uh…pool fight.

#masters of the air #mota #james douglass #cock-versations #elliot warren #naughty sleepover

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heropaws · 8 months

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A little something I made for myself! Rubber Ducky is my campto in Path of Titans in the TOJ server (if you know, you know) and he gets to have his first Rodeo !!!! Wish him luck 🍀

#camptosaurus #campto #path of titans #path of titans oc #pot oc #dinosaur #dinosaur oc #dinosaur art #paleo #paleo oc #paleo art #my oc #heropaws #my art #furry #feral furry

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Cowboys have invaded my mind. How we rockin with rodeo clown darling and yan cowboy. Or maybe even yan!bandit and barkeep darling.

(Why not all of the above? Yandere Cowboy/Bandit X Odd jobs Reader. Reader is G.N, but there's a use of missus as a joke)

Sweat pours down your face as the stadium doors close behind you; every atom within crying for rest. The large animal behind the gates rams into them a few times, before its handlers drag it away. You wipe your brows; white makeup smearing across your hand. The crowd still laughs at your performance, but it's the last thing you think about. No matter how many times you did that, it never got easier.

All on your own in a town in the middle of nowhere; you had to work countless jobs to get buy. Shop keep; house help, and many others. It was a place that turned a blind eye to legal certificates, so as long as you did your job well you'd get to stay. Rodeo clown was one of the longest running; started all way back when you were first strapped for cash.

With some basic training from the other clowns, you were ushered out the door and into the face of the crowd. You had your beginner's scrapes and bruises, but became not too bad overtime.

"You a little winded there, stripes?"

A horse trots up beside you. It's owner tips his hat as you with a little grin. The cowboy untied the bandana from his neck and passes it off to you, sweeping the specks of dirt off before he hands it over. You take it and dab at your forehead.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, sugar."

He joined the show just a little while after you. An out of towner who popped in and out of the rodeo's tent whenever he pleased. You'd seen him about town right before he'd leave again; joking that he couldn't leave without seeing your pretty face or stocking up at the store when you were on your shift. Whenever he was around, he was good so no one complained besides when he was coming back.

Knox was the name he went by. Nobody knew if that was his real name, and nobody asked. All the boss carried about was that he was good with a lasso.

Speaking of that man, you both hear shouting from the other side of the barn.

"Why on God's green earth I know of any suspects? I wouldn't have called you if I knew who this son of a bitch was."

You both head over. Your boss was "chatting" with the local sheriff; his face inches away from the others as he shouted. Knox has to turn away to stop himself from laughing at the annoyance in the poor man's eye. Noticing you, the sheriff looks your way.

"Evening, folks? You seen anything strange around here lately?

"No, sir."Knox chuckles, throwing an arm over your shoulder." Me and the Missus here were just heading to have some alone time in the boss' office."

You playful shove him off. "Cut it out."

Your boss' face turns best red. "This ain't the time to be joking. I ain't letting any of you thieves in my office again."

"Theives?" You repeat.

The sheriff speaks up. "Your boss here says his safe had been broken in to. Fortunately it seems all that was in it was his personal errandings and all the important papers are at home, but it was a lot of bills."

"When I get my hands on that bastard... Where were you two early this morning?"

You quickly vouch for yourself. "I was at the convenience store until noon."

"They were. I hung around outside for a little while. Fallin asleep on the job like the angel they are."

Knox pokes your rubber nose. It was true. You saw him lingering on the porch of the store, pacing around or kicking empty cans. He did that quite often when he didn't come in. Just standing there; looking at you when he thought you wouldn't notice. Come to think of it, you saw him at a lot of your jobs. With the thought of work on your mind, you panic.

"Oh shoot, what time is it? I'll be late for my shift at the bar."

"About six thirty. Gone on ahead." The sheriff says.

"Now hold on a minute."Your boss cuts in. "Nobody is leaving until we get this solved."

He steps toward you both, but Knox blocks him; towering over the older man. His grin never leaves his face, but it quirks ever so slightly.

"Y/n is going to head out. They've got business to take care of, and you aren't getting in their way."

Your boss huffy, but keeps his mouth shut. Knox signals for you to leave.

"Go. I'll see you later."

A shower and change later, you head over to the bar; your final job of the day. It was one of the best for tips, if some didn't make you feel dirty when taking them. For the most part it was a decent place to relax amongst the mellow chatter between customers and the noise from whatever act was going on that night.

As you clean a glass and chat up a regular, a familiar face pops through the door. Knox removes his coat as he saunters over the counter, dropping it over the back of the seat the customer was in.

"You're in my spot."

The man shoots daggers, but slides over into the neighborhood seat. He tries to continue talking with you, but Knox taps on the table to get your attention; ordering his preferred drink as he smirks at you.

"I always forget how cute you are without that makeup, stripes."

"We were talking, pal." The man slurs.

"And now your conversation is over. Y/n can I get rid of this clown?"

"You aren't security, plus we'll lose all our customers if you make everyone leave." You say this as the customer gets up and leaves. Knox chuckles.

"Aw come, Y/n. You know you're the only clown anyone needs!" He stares at the glass you place in front of him; voice lowering. "Which is why I've come to ask you that question again."

You stop pouring liquor in the glass, placing the bottle on the table. Every once in a while, Knox would ask you to leave town with him; like a reaper knocking on a stubborn old man's door. You barely knew the man's name the first time he asked; promising you the life of your dreams.

Whenever he was in town, he'd sleep at an inn; telling you all about the nice place he had miles away. He wanted to take you there, were you could live comfortably and away from the stress of it all. He was normally flat out drunk when he said this, but tonight he hadn't taken a single sip.

"Knox.. You know my answer." You had responsibilities; friends. You couldn't just up and abandon all that for a man with with past you didn’t know. Knox sighs; bouncing his leg on the ground to calm his nerves. This place wasn't good enough for you, and he was going to make you see that someday.

"You say that now, Y/n, but one day your gonna be mine. This little town will be the last thing on your mind." He grabs a bill from his pocket, slamming it on the table.

You... recognized this bill. A scribbled on twenty you got as a tip after after show at the rodeo before your boss stole it out of your hands. "Too much for a show monkey." As he joked.

"Knox... Where did you?"

Knox already at the door with his coat over his shoulder and hat tilted in hand. He winks at you.

"See you around, Y/n."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere imagines #Yandere Bandit #Yandere cowboy #yandere fic #yandere writing #yandere oneshot

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If more than one option applies to you, feel free to specify.

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pumpkinsy0 · 3 months

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dallas winston early 2000’s hc’s? tysm if u do them 🙏🏼!

of course!!! im gonna break em down into sections tho so here we go!!

fashion

•fashion wise, hes that guy wearing those runner shoes youd see dads wearing today, and its so OLD n beaten down its a shocker how it the sole of the shoe hasnt separated yet

•hes those early 2000s kids who has that spikey hair style idc idc, its not even like a mullet or anything, its just spikey and going everywhere

•hes always wearing jerseys, literally of any and every basket ball team, and he doesnt even like basketball he just b wearin em (mostly bc most of his clothes r hand me downs or thrifted)

•always has a beanie or baseball cap and sunglasses on him, not matter where he goes

•also as im saying all this it is COMPLETELY IN THE REALM IF POSSIBILITY that hes also just a fuck boy who wears baseball caps, jeans, and a tank top, hes insufferable in every decade hes in lets get that clear

•”where my hug at” ass bitch

•always has a few rubber bracelets on his arm

general hcs

•hes a skateboarder, argue w ya mama ik he is

•instead of rodeos, in this decade, he loves bmx biking or just anything bmx related

•loves wwe, if u told him it was scripted hes going on a rant for the next 10 mins

•does NOT understand scene culture he just laughs at it</33

•eyebrow piercing helllooooo

•hes literally always at a party on friday night, always carrying those red cups

•hes a graffiti artist, pretty known in town, and everyone KNOWS its him they just dont wanna say anything, w his street art he “claims curtis territory” even though darrys told him to stop MULTIPLE times bc they r NAWT that kind of gang

•forces pony and johnny to explore abandoned places w him, if its a weekend, he makes one of them carry around a camera and the other a flashlight to go late at night

•he loves baja blasts and burritos from taco bell its like all he eats lol

#dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #darry curtis #darrel curtis

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guerrilla-operator · 2 years

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Rubber Rodeo // Anywhere With You

I will go anywhere with you

Call my name

And I'll be there

Say the word

And I'll pack my bags tonight

I'll go anywhere

If you are there

#rubber rodeo #anywhere with you #scenic views #new wave #country rock #country pop #alternative country #rock #pop #country #tunes #audio #favorite songs ever #Spotify

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Burning Rubber

Chapter Eleven

F1 Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1,575

Summary: It's the New Year! Lando and Azha experience a person from Lando's "past". What does she want?

Warnings: Angst

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Azha’s POV

It was finally February of the new year. Lando had spent New Years Eve and New Years in Dubai with some friends. I went to Louisiana to visit family with my siblings and see my parents to pay our respects. Their headstones were still as beautiful as I remembered. We still kept in contact despite the major time difference between him and I. I decided to stay for the month of January down here while my siblings went back home to California. Seeing all my cousins that were babies mere years ago now all grown up, other cousins married and having their own babies. It felt good to be surrounded by so much love and warmth. I caught them up on everything that has happened since the last time I had seen them. I even told them about Lando, my female cousins and my aunties all gushing over the details.

Today is Rodeo day! I missed these kinds of days as a kid getting up early and traveling with them. I was shocked seeing they had kept all my trophies and other awards from when I was younger. We are in Humble, TX for their annual Livestock show and Rodeo. Sitting in the bleachers I was next to my cousin Alexis, we were talking about the events. “Girl, how many more guys are going to come over here trying to get with you? Why don’t you and Lando go public yet, I know you’re tired of repeating yourself to them.” She asked.

I shrugged, “We plan to around summer break so that way the first part of his season isn’t bombarded by questions about us and that way people won’t sit here downgrading my skills thinking I used him to get into Formula D. Not that I care what they think, my work speaks for itself.” I answered watch below us as the next cow was being shown, a Hungarian Grey. What a beauty. “I get that but I know how you are, how many girls will continue to throw themselves at him thinking he’s still single? I don’t want you going to jail for beating some Mississippi river cricket’s ass.” She spoke while placing a hand on my arm pulling my attention back to her. “I trust him to turn them down. He trusts me to honor our relationship like I have been doing. It’ll be fine. I’m going to start pointing them to you.” I said. She smiled, “My mom would freak if I ever ended up dating a guy from a rodeo. Besides, if they don’t look like Duke Dennis, I’m not interested.” I laughed at her answer and we continued talking.

Walking back from the bathroom I noticed Alexis wasn’t at our spot, I shook my head. She’s probably with my aunt Nichelle, her mom or one of our other family members. I sat down as the next event was getting ready to start. “We have a familiar face in the crowd tonight.” The announcer spoke. I groaned, I had enough attention from the cowboys please don’t put me on the spotlight. “She’s the former Miss Louisiana Teen Rodeo now turned Drift Racer. Let’s give a warm welcome back to Azha Skye!” Soon enough the arena erupted in cheers and applause. I put on my PR smile and stood waving. Then the attention of the arena was taken off of me as the Men’s barrel racing began. I sighed, it was going to be a long day.

Lando had asked if I could see him in Sakhir before my preseason started. So now here I am sitting in the airport after my aunt had dropped me off before they headed back to Louisiana. My phone began to ring, it was Key. “Hey what’s up?” I answered. “Have you checked Twitter or anything lately?” She asked. “No, why do you ask?” I replied feeling nervous. “I’ll send you a screenshot right now.” She said and a few seconds later my phone vibrated. Opening the message I felt sick. Who the fuck is this and why is she on his side of the garage? I thought. I just sat there staring at the tweet. “Key who the fuck is she?” I whispered.

“Well apparently her and Lando have supposedly hooked up and supposedly she cheated on her ex with Lando at the beginning of last year, They’ve been rumored to be hooking up all year. Azha he seen her while he was back home in Monaco, granted you both weren’t together then, this is still a slap to the face of your relationship with him.” I sat there silently. He wouldn’t cheat on me would he? I felt secure in our relationship but now seeing this girl in his garage made me feel a certain type of way. “Key, I’m literally about to get on a plane to meet him there before I go off for my own preseason stuff. What the fuck do I do?” I questioned. “Don’t beat her ass unless she really tries to pull something. Talk to him.” She said, I sighed, “Okay I’ll text you when I get to the hotel.” We said our goodbyes and hung up. Lord give me strength to not go crazy please.

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“Lando I’m just trying to understand why she was here in the first place let alone your side of the garage.” I said as him and I sat in his hotel room. “You’re overthinking the situation here. I didn’t invite her. She has kept my name up around her to gain followers. I haven’t been with her in months.” He spoke. I shook my head, “Well clearly she thinks differently. She thinks she still has that chance.” I countered looking at him. He sighed, “She won’t get that chance. You’re the one I want to be with until my heart stops beating.” I leaned forward in my seat biting my lip, “Then prove it. I think we should go public. Fuck the PR, fuck the questions, fuck it all.” I said. He shook his head, “I get you feel uncomfortable about Helena being in the garage but I can assure you that there is nothing there, hasn’t been for awhile. I want to enjoy our relationship in private for a while longer before people feel the need to try to insert themselves in it or have an opinion on it.” I groaned and crossed my arms, “Lando someone has already inserted themself now. She has the blogs and everyone thinking something is happening. Thinking you two are dating or at least fucking when it’s not her, I am that person. I am your girlfriend, not her” He then crossed his arms as well, “Azha I’m not going to argue about this. I don’t feel comfortable sharing with the world yet. Do you not trust me? She is nothing to me, you’re the one I’m with.”

I rolled my eyes, “Or you just don’t want the shitstorm that will happen once people know we’re together. Let alone the fact you’re dating a black woman. I’m not stupid Lando. I know how most Formula fans are, I’ve seen the way Lewis still gets treated. But it’s fine if you don’t want to be seen with me. I don't even know why I’m here then.” I argued before standing and leaving the hotel room.

I could feel a headache coming on as I sat in my room watching a random show. My phone dinged for what felt like the millionth time, I rolled my eyes knowing it was more then likely Lando with some bullshit apology. Who cares what people think about our relationship and what they will say? All that should matter is our feelings. I’m not dating the world and neither is he. I get we’re both public figures but we can go public to have it known but it can be private as well.

The public can know about us being together but they won’t get jackshit about it. Charles and Alex are somewhat private and it clearly works for them, why couldn’t Lando think the same. Was he embarrassed of me? Embarrassed to be with me? Or was he protecting someone else’s feelings? My phone dinged again but this time it was Instagram. Sighing I reach over and unlock my phone to see several follower notifications. Of course she began to follow my public profile and now some other girl named Liliana as well, I did my deep dive earlier finding the two girls were both connected to Lando. Rolling my eyes I continued scrolling and stopped seeing a familiar name. Luisinha. Lando’s ex now began following me.

I tossed my phone and grabbed a pillow shoving it against my face and screamed into it. Once I calmed down I texted Kiara to book me a flight. I couldn’t stay here without freaking out. I would either A) beat this little blonde bimbo’s face in and claim my man or B) fight with Lando and say some things I wouldn’t mean. I then went to Instagram and just scrolled until I noticed that several bands I liked and were friendly with were touring in Europe separately. Going to each of their websites I bought tickets. Fuck it I might as well have some sort of fun before I head off to training since that wouldn’t be happening here in Sakhir with my so called "boyfriend".

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AvPhysics - An Analysis [Part 2]

Part 1 - [Part 2] - Part 3 - Part 4

Because post limit.

Movie reference.

From Google: In the 1964 film Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, Major Kong (Slim Pickens) rides a bomb to his death. Kong orders the bomb to be dropped, but it doesn't release. He then hotwires the drop system while sitting on the bomb, and rides it like a bull. As the bomb plummets, Kong waves his Stetson like a rodeo rider.

So, the flashlight's purpose is so that he can see inside of the black hole. Hmm...

A gravitational pulse keeps rubber banding the apple from inside the black hole to TSC_0.

And because he caught the apple, it started pulling him too.

He drops the flashlight around here. Because he no longer needs it.

Not sure why the apple got caught up in the Inner Horizon.

He starts to get smaller and smaller.

More science-y stuff.

This is trippy as heck.

Eventually, he got small enough to get past the Worldsheets.

Worldlines start to converge.

UFT demonstrates that in this place, not only is there at least one other parallel universe from where TSC_0 originally came from...

but in the middle of the singularity, the past and the future also happen at the same time. Woahh...

Turns out in the middle is a wormhole. Also, another TSC? But this one is a different one. This one came before TSC_0. So, let's call this one TSC_-1.

TSC_-1 drops the first ball from the start of the video. It's the one that made TSC_0 realize that someone was calling for him.

I've always thought that TSC walks kind of funny.

"Care for an apple?"

Are we in 6D? What?

"Look here. To what's beyond the floor."

They see past version of TSC_0.

"See what happens to this pasta."

1-dimensional strings

become 3d objects - string theory.

You may notice that they're dropping items within seconds after the other. But in the past, it was minutes between intervals. This is because of the Time Dilation I mentioned from earlier.

"There's more."

Not sure if this is a rewind or not. Because the other TSC's are moving forward. Probably both. And this one is either waving at TSC_0 or waving at the one with the flashlight.