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heademptysimirror · 7 days
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I DIDN'T FORGET IDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGETIDIDN'TFORGET
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO KIRBY'S DREAMLAND 2 AND KIRBY SUPERSTAR!!
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bowletta · 8 months
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walkie 🚶‍♂️
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Superstar Faux Leather Jacket from Fashion Nova ($34.99 - on sale)
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kochalka · 6 months
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So happy that three songs from my new album Pop Popular have entered the top 10 Kochalka songs on Spotify. Especially kinda excited to see Call the Beatles on there, as it's from deeper into the album. Wrote that one while camping at Kettle Pond in Vermont.  (Album cover is the Bay of Fundy in Nova Scotia)
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dragonsmooch · 5 months
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for the DCA! has your s/o gotten into mischief before? did you help them? Did you have to help her out of trouble?
🌙 "Nova usually tries to stay out of trouble when the kids are around."
☀ "Oh yes! She's very careful not to be a poor role model! ...but he does get a little quirky at night, hoohoo!"
🌙 "Their mischief is harmless, of course. Most of the time, they don't mean to sneak up on others... but sometimes they have a little fun."
☀ "One time, we played a very serious game of hide-and-seek, and they hid in one of DJ Music Man's cleaning tunnels. Scared the daylights out of him!"
🌙 "Heheh, DJ was a good sport about it. Nova gifted him some royalty free 'Halloween spooky noises' as an apology gift anyway."
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liztoady · 2 years
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Did some Kirby sketches again and the beginnings of an oc???? Like idfk what the hell they do or what they’re even supposed to be but I based them (VERY LOOSELY) offa Nova, so take that as you want lol
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creativemeth · 1 year
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so i got clipnote a few days ago and i've been playing around with it; have this nova i drew :> ( i might animate it later,, we'll see)
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askthedaycareshow · 1 year
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wow, thanks :D-nova
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510hz · 1 year
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the most annoying thing is when you're the friend that always says what everyone else is thinking but then you called mean + never get backed up
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that’s so real. but what did you say now? 💀
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timmy-changas · 1 year
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Kirby's Return to Dreamland Deluxe Hype Art #5
The Best Buddies Magolor and Marx, as well as the Lor Starcutter, Landia, and Nova!! Hope you all enjoy!!!
♥️ &♻️are nice
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fandom-phyco-art · 2 years
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Nova ref I didnt want to keep un posted.
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taintandviolent · 11 months
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In the end of the night, I can feel your warmth. (Kyle Spencer x Reader)
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summary: zombies eat brains... not pussies. WRONG. they actually eat them really well. 2.9K words!
warnings: 18+ below the cut!! smut (female receiveing), heavy heavy cunnilingus, s*xual guiding/coaching, praise (male receiving), carnal instincts, unga bunga brain Frankenkyle because it’s a serious problem I have, uhhhhhhh.
tags: @darlingjimmy @petersevans @kaiju-superstar @redwoodghost @kaismanwich @elsamars @thewolveswithin @marylovesevanpeters @80strashbag @iluwmycats @kai-slut @kaissweetlamb @twinkiemaximoff @evanpetersfansblog @spill-the-t @eventually27 @stucktothetwo @kai-andersons-blog @kai-anderson-whore @evansb1tch @viharmonscorner @yesdevineruler @anonymous0316 @enchanting-evan @fuckedbykai @nova-kayne67
ao3 link here! Full link below the cut!! Thank you to @redwoodghost​ and @kaiju-superstar​ for yet AGAIN beta-reading and sending me to the clouds.
“Mmmph….”
Three days earlier.
After a series of life altering events, you’d finally thrown your hands up and run away from home. The destination? Miss Robichaux’s School for Gifted Young Women, located in the mysterious city of New Orleans. As you rode the bus, one backpack stuffed with clothes and jewellery clutched tightly to your chest like a child, vibrant images of vampires, witches and voodoo danced in your dreams.
You saw yourself as a plain Jane who had been a little too influenced by the occult at a young age. A typical girl who had grown up on Stevie Nicks and tarot cards, you had never considered yourself particularly remarkable, though you’d always had a knack for making things happen a little too easily. Teachers and parents had always described you as an influential young woman — a deceptive umbrella term that hardly scratched the surface. You weren’t writing persuasive essays or excelling in Speech and Debate, you were sticking your fingers into someone’s mind like playdoh and rewiring it to do exactly what you wanted.
It was that deceptive umbrella term that brought you to Louisiana to begin with; you’d felt unheard, unseen, and misunderstood. You were struggling and nobody had the capacity to unravel your problems.
Cordelia, who was easily one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, welcomed you into her office. The interview was brief but compassionate. She’d asked you to explain what brought you to her home, what you felt your “powers” were, and reached to touch the top of your hand when you struggled with that word. She lingered, staring deeply at your fingers. After a moment, she inhaled and spoke again.
“Nothing is silly here. You’re safe. Everything you’ve thought was make-believe or… or childish isn’t. The world runs on magic.”
Cordelia had called one of the other girls into her office and given you an encouraging nod. The girl, who couldn’t have been more than sixteen, had jet black hair, and large glasses. She looked deeply frightened and you almost felt bad when you made her crawl on the floor like a crab before standing up and clapping excitedly. It took very little effort for you, Cordelia noted and wrote something on a piece of paper in your file.
Whatever you’d done, you’d done it correctly. Shortly after that, a girl named Zoe showed you to your new room. She was sweet, kind — the sort of woman that you thought would listen to every side of every story before making any judgements. She used to be a student witch here, she explained as you two walked, but she'd risen in the ranks and become so busy with being the Council — something very important, a hierarchy of witches — that she didn’t have time for the things she used to focus on.  
Zoe opened the tall door, letting you step in first. Well-lit by the large and ornately trimmed windows, the room was white, matching the scheme of the rest of the mansion. Sparsely decorated, there were the necessities in terms of furniture and nothing else. There were two beds at opposite sides of the room… and a blonde boy sat cross-legged on the one closest to the door. His expression was blank, but his brows were laced together, conveying some sort of unknown sadness.
“This is Kyle. He…” she trailed off, her voice sounding unsteady. “He died. Madison and I, we… we put him back together and brought him back.”
You snapped your head to face her, jaw hanging slack in disbelief. “Put him back together? Like Frankenstein?”
Zoe nodded, and reached out to stroke his fluffy blonde curls. While he remained stoic, you noticed the tiniest flinch in his cheek muscles. The way she looked at him… you crossed your arms over your chest uncomfortably. There was history here. “He’s not the same. He tries though.”
She straightened out her frown, visibly trying to move on from the memories.
“This used to be my room. But…” She dropped her hand to her side. He flinched more visibly. “It’s yours now.”
Zoe had told you that all Kyle needed was macaroni, kid’s shows on YouTube, and he wouldn’t bother you. For the first night, you conceded with those recommendations because his outbursts overwhelmed you.
On the second night, you woke up to the sound of rustling. Kyle sat upright in his bed, sheets draped over his lap, staring towards the window. You sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up to your chest. He turned to look at you and shrunk away from your gaze, ashamed. He quickly returned to a lying position, like a child who had gotten yelled at. The apprehension you possessed on the first night had morphed into wonderment. A reanimated boy, who despite being pieced together still had some semblance of sentience and emotion. It may have been cliche to analyze it through a Shelley-esque eye… but with sentience, came love. And with love, agony was sure to follow. You’d always been particularly enraptured with the idea of a monster needing love, trying desperately to understand it.
A line from Frankenstein came to mind as you watched him staring straight up at the ceiling, hoping you wouldn’t notice he wasn’t asleep. “I have a love in me the likes of which can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
So… what if you satisfied the first? Perhaps all he needed was some tenderness, some attentiveness.  
“Kyle?”
No response. You swung your legs out from underneath the covers, planting your bare feet on the wooden floors. In only your nightgown, the chill of the air bit at your exposed limbs, prompting you to slip your arms into the lacy, green sleeves of your robe.
“Kyle? You wanna look at the moon?”
This time, he turned his head on the pillow to look at you. You began moving carefully towards him.
“You want to? The moon?” You asked again, making a circle shape with your hands and then unrolling them to point towards the window. He nodded, showing understanding. Clumsily, he threw the covers off him and got to his feet.
You took one step. He followed, ambling heavily behind you until you both stood close enough to the window to feel the chill that permeated the glass. He sighed heavily, the sound resonating in his broad chest. It was the first time you’d heard any sort of happy sound from him. His knuckles brushed against yours, but despite the quivering in your abdomen, you didn’t reach out to hold his hand. You wanted to, though. Very, very much.
On the third night, you woke up to the sounds.
“Mmmmmph! Mmm…arrr…. Mmmm…. ow.”
You rubbed your eyes, rousing yourself. Instead of being in his own bed, like he usually was, Kyle sat at the foot of yours, his legs pulled to his chest. “What? What’s wrong?”
He grunted again, scooting closer to you on the bed. Although the room was dark, the small night light in the corner illuminated just enough of his face to show the pained expression, the stress in his dark eyes.
“Kyle? What’s the matter? Try…” You whispered. “Are you hurt?”
He nodded. Then shook his head. “Hmmmph… I’m……”
“You’re what? What is it?”
He struggled to speak, but what did come out sounded distinctly like your own name.
Kyle’s head dropped heavily to his chest, shamefully looking down at his erection as it tented his boxers. He lifted his eyes, staring at you from underneath his heavy brow and fluffy locks. Both hands clenched into fists, he pressed down into his groin, moaning.
Oh…. Oh fuck, you thought. Oh my fucking god, he’s got a boner.
“It’s okay,” you reassured. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of… it’s normal. O-kay.”
Poor thing. He doesn’t know what to do…. He’s asking for help. He looked into your eyes with the most soulful, desperate pleading you’d ever seen. No man, even more together than him, had ever asked you for help like this. There was something underneath, another stain on his heart. You could feel it when your eyes locked for a second too long — but that wasn’t important. It didn’t change what you were about to do.
You fingered the ruched elastic of his boxers, scooping it towards you. The taut skin of his stomach was warm, and the heat increased as you neared the bush of hair. Kyle groaned and cloddishly bucked his hips to force your hand farther down. The searing hot tip slipped against the back of your hand, leaving a streak of precum on your skin.
“P……l…eaaasse…..” His chest was heaving up and down, forcing excited little breaths out of his open mouth.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and gripped his cock gently. It twitched against your hand and you felt another hot, viscid ribbon coat your knuckles. Oh fuck. He jerked his hips again as you began stroking, smearing his wetness along the shaft. He slackened the muscles in his neck, letting his head fall onto your shoulder.
“Good? Does that feel better?”
His head moved on you, up and down, so you assumed it did. You decided to test it by going a little faster, and squeezing his cock a little harder. Instead of the guttural, almost pained groans  he’d given you before, the most pathetic little whimper left his throat. You lifted your gaze to the ceiling, rolling your eyes back. He was putty in your grip, begging for you with every muscle in his body. And that… drove you insane.
Carefully, quietly… you reached to your legs, gathering the edge of your nightgown into your palm, pulling it up your thigh until you had enough room to reach your own arousal. Wasting no time, you circled your clit slowly, slipping a finger inside between rotations.
“AAAAAGUHHH!”
You clapped your hand over Kyle’s mouth, eyes widening like saucers in the dark. You whispered louder than you ever had in your entire life. “Shhh! Kyle! Shhh!” He breathed hard out his nose. “I can’t help you if you’re loud… they’ll hear you.”
Underneath your fingers, Kyle’s plush lips parted just enough for you to notice. You froze. He looked down as far as his ocular anatomy allowed and his pupils dilated, the blackness consuming the already deep brown. His tongue swept across the underside of your fingers before forcing itself between them. He gripped your hand tightly at the wrist and yanked it down in a startling display of his inhuman strength.
“Wuh…. Want.”
You jerked your head back, confused. “What?”
He brought your hand back up, and like a child claiming that a toy was his, Kyle licked your pointer and index finger from the base to the tip of them. He swallowed.
“Waant….”
Holy shit. You realised. You realised what it was he wanted…. The hand you’d used to cover his mouth was that hand that you’d previously been fingering yourself with, the fingers that were coated in your own wetness. He wanted… that.
Nervously, you pulled your hand from his boxers, the elastic snapping against his tummy. You nodded once and inhaled a deep breath through your nose, a feeble attempt at pacifying the bundle of live wires you called your nerves. Kyle’s eyes never left yours, watching you intently as you planted your hands on either side of your body as leverage to push yourself back towards the head of the bed. You laid back on the pillow, knees touching and obscuring Kyle.
When you opened them, your breath rushed out from your lungs. He was so pretty, the way the moonlight illuminated his curls like an angel’s halo, outlining his broad form. His plaid shirt hung open, teasing at the body beneath. And then, of course, there was the erection. The fabric of his boxers were pulled tight.
You tilted your head down, pressing your chin against your chest. Your eyes were misty, doe-like, and you almost stuck your fingers in his mind to tell him to come to you. But he did it on his own accord and your heart gave an adoring flutter. Coming forward onto his hands, Kyle crawled on the bed to you, and you welcomed him in between your thighs. He lowered himself down onto his stomach.
“Good boy,” you whispered. “You’re so good, Kyle…”
Kyle opened his mouth on your pussy, lapping at it hungrily. The smoothness of his teeth grazed your clit, and the heat of your arousal was unimaginable, burning deep within your core. You’d been eaten out, but not eaten out. Not like this. Zombies ate brains, not pussies.
And yet… you were being devoured within an inch of your life. Every clench brought out more cum, and Kyle was there to drink it up, flicking his tongue from your entrance to your clit repeatedly, until your vision went blurry with twinkling stars. Every time his tongue returned to its starting position, he always lingered and sometimes slipped in, delving into something he wanted more of. He was tasting you over and over again. Your mouth opened, at first giving nothing but the sound of your breath. His lips closed around your clit, his tongue driving up into your entrance, and a high pitched whine clawed its way out of your throat.
And just like that, the pleasure was gone. Kyle pulled away, panicked.
“Bad?!”  
You shook your head quickly, panting. “No, no…. Good. Very good, Kyle.”
His worried expression softened slightly, but he still looked unsure and scared to keep going. The sound you’d made… all he knew told him it was that he’d done something wrong and he’d hurt you.
“B….buh….. bad…… sssssound…..”
“Nonononono. Very… very good. I made that sound because it feels good. You’re doing a good job.”
He huffed out a breath, the warmth of it washing over you. You writhed, the backs of your thighs rubbing against his bare shoulders. Bent at the elbows, Kyle wrapped his forearms around your legs, wide hands twitching ever so slightly as they caressed you. There was something overwhelmingly erotic in the way he fearfully looked up at you from between your legs. You drew your bottom lip in, biting down as hard as you could to stifle the moan that threatened.
“Please,” you whined. “You’re doing so good, Kyle. It feels so good. You like it, right?”
He nodded, dropping his gaze to look at your cunt, a puddle forming on sheets below. His jaw hung slack as he went back in, his lips enveloping you fully. His tongue was hot and you were sensitive, writhing in his grip. You weren’t aware that you were writhing away from him until his fingers came to life, digging deep into the soft flesh of your thighs.
You arched your back as you came on his tongue, taking fistfuls of the sheets and tightening until you felt the fibres squeak against each other. Kyle growled into your cunt, pulling you closer into him. His tongue flattening against you, feeling the pulsating clenches as they happened.
Kyle straightened up to his knees, stiffly pulling his boxers down over the curve of his ass. His stiff cock sprung free, the swollen head, red and leaking. He seemed to know what he wanted to do, but didn’t know where to start. You scooted down, pressing your legs further open. Kyle shuffled forward on the bed, the springs creaking underneath you.
“It’s okay, Kyle… it’s okay.” Keeping your eyes on him, you took hold of his cock again and gently guided it towards your wet slit. “I’ll make you feel better.”
He allowed himself to be guided, following your direction. His squishy tip slipped in, compressed by your tight walls. The sound that Kyle made — something between a choking breath and a groan — was the only warning you got that a switch had flipped. He knew exactly what to do.
Kyle sunk his length into you, taking only a moment to revel in the feeling of your warm, wet insides. He quickly found his rhythm, bucking in and out with steady intention as he watched you with half-lidded eyes, mouth hanging slack. His pelvis slapped against yours, knocking against your clit each time your bodies met. The visual drove you insane, sending streaks of hot arousal right to your core.
“Gggoooooodddd….” He groaned. “G-good.”
He picked up speed, and you desperately tried to maintain coherency, nodding. Your nails dug into his back, holding on as tight as you could. “Guh-HOHm- my god. Good, yes. G-good, baby.”
Kyle’s large hands snaked their way to your shoulders, encasing them in a steely grip. He pulled himself into you, harder and harder until you felt an unfamiliar ache in your insides, where he could go no farther. You came for a second time with a high-pitched whimper and Kyle kept his pace, grunting. Your wetness splashed against your thighs as he thrust into you, and when you lifted your hips up slightly, Kyle’s fingers curled in, clamping down on your shoulders with a crushing strength. You held back your cries of pain, grinding your hips against his as he pumped into you. Just hold on… let him finish….  
Finally, he released his hold on you, collapsing onto your chest with a heavy breath. Once the vigorous movement had subsided, your sweat-soaked bodies were no longer immune to the lithe, chilly fingers of temperature. Still, you were warm underneath him.
So, so warm.
Kyle fell asleep with his cock inside you. And for the first time in three nights, he didn’t wake up once.
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pixiefeatherkw3 · 14 days
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So... I have this crazy future/fankid/adult characters au(?) and I might as well share it here.
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It starts mainly with Metamy, Amy is a baker with tattoos that sometimes goes into Muder She Wrote-type stories with her redeemed cyborg husband as they both learn how to be parents of their accidentally-created cyborg daughter M.I.A. MIA was created by an even older Eggman after a mix-up of Amy's ADN with the formula he had to create an organic Metal so it ended up as a mess that have not use to him, he proceeded to give the cyborg child to Metal and Amy and so they are parents now! *they grow naturately with time as a sentient learning cyborg.
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Then we have the sonadilver golden boy: NOVA!
Nova is a mobian that was born out of a massive space phenomenom that Sonic, Shadow and Silver restrained in their super forms (he is basically a compressed star.)
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He has aerokinesis: He can float, get aceleration and bend air at will.
Nova is also a MASSIVE TROUBLEMAKER, he is a dj (like arts and music) and is kind of an extremist performer with too much power and confidence for his own good, seeking trouble and causing problems for the fun of it because he is certain he can fix things (he abuses of the chaos emeralds a LOT)
But he is kind of a superstar because of it and the way he goes against the current Eggman Empire. wich lead us to...
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SAGE is the new princess in charge of the Eggman Empire and the whole Eggnet.
She is following the steps of her elderly father and fulfilling his job and evil vision updating and "growing" over the years. By proxy, she is MIA's aunt and also NOVA'S #1 nemesis.
Nova wrecks stuff to the core and let's the chaos emeralds have nature take over it because she is even more poisonous than Eggman and grows all the time as a dangerous virus. *They respect eachother above anything else tho.
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!! THAT IS THE START OF THE MASTER THREAT FOR NOW !!
I have other fankids and more lore to make, but that also means more characters to design and more stuff to draw so have patience with me. You are free to ask away anything you want about this tho, that would be fun <3
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venomous-qwille · 8 months
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Hey so uh here's THE BOY. This is Nova, a Sun variant from Ghost in the Machine. Nova was stolen from the Florida plex along with a number of other Fazco animatronics, modded to hell and used as a pit-fighter in an underground violent 'bot-brawling' ring. In the current day, Nova was acquired at a police auction, and finds himself in dire need of rehabilitation. Ghost in the Machine AU is a DCAverse style AU set in the future, where an eccentric collector of Superstar Daycare memorabilia hoards the rarest and most elusive of treasures from the (long defunct) Fazbear Entertainment Company: the Daycare Attendant animatronic line. The story of the AU follows this motley group of DCA animatronics brought together from all over the world, as they try and figure out what living looks like. [ID: a digital paint of Nova sun from GITM AU. He sits reclining , wearing a baggy denim jacket and leather pants, both are raggedy and duct taped down to fit him. He is missing his left arm from the elbow down and leans on the stump casually. His rays are serrated blades and his face is rusty/oily. The moon half of his crescent is missing. /End ID ]
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joliebean · 2 years
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Novalicious Set by Joliebean x Another Plumbob
Get fun summer festival looks for your sims with my and @anotherplumbob‘s new cc collection full of bright colours and shiny rhinestones. Heavily inspired by Nova Lacey, a co-heir and a global superstar from Another Plumbob’s legacy, the set features 12 items which you can mix and match to your liking.
For you with love from Joliebean, Another Plumbob and one and only Nova Lacey xoxo
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standalones
12 items
not allowed for random
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PSDs can be found HERE
my TOU
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behoright · 11 months
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ultraviolet disguise l s. crosby
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don’t be so naive / you know that you are all I see
summary: Sid makes you apologize after you give him attitude all night.
wordcount: i literally don’t know how to word count on my iPad please someone tell me I swear it’s not too long maybe 4k
song: tonight you are mine - the technicolors
warnings: minors dni! Contains a whole lot of cursing and smut. Quite degrading and rough as well, so please read at your own discretion.
a/n: plotless, plotless smut. poor proofreading lol. When I say I would let this man do anything to me, I mean it. Feel free to fill my inbox with your thots. Love you always.
(>。☆) ✒️ ˚‧ ⌗ ⌗ ⌗ ⺌
“Where is she?”
“Can someone go find her?”
Your group of friends was currently shivering on the sidewalk, in the Nova Scotia winter, as they drunkenly waited for their rides to take them home. All necessary interactions exchanged, and many waiting to happen behind closed doors, only a couple of people were sober enough to round up everyone and finally call it a night.
Sidney being one of them, noticed instantly they had left you behind.
In all honesty, he was cranky and tired, the frustration having built up from babysitting a bunch of wasted people.
“Isn’t she a grown ass woman or whatever. She can figure it out on her own.” someone slurred.
“Alright, I’m not missing our Uber because of this.” Sidney said, making his way back inside the bar with a huff. No one was coherent enough to go back in there anyways.
The place was packed, people happily mingling at every corner; thankfully, Sid had a great height advantage to almost everyone, so was able to spot you effortlessly through the chattering crowd.
As he walked over to you, thoughts and memories of the messiness that constituted your friendship plagued him, his heart quickening pace inside him.
“Are you done or what?” he spoke loudly above the music and chaos.
“Almost.” you said as you barely turned around to acknowledge him.
“Everyone’s waiting for you, let’s go.” He replied impatiently.
“I’m waiting for this guy to gi-”
“I really don’t care. We’re leaving.” he said, strictly, inching his body towards you and the exit.
Sidney used his physical edge to push you through the crowd, hurrying you with his haste steps right behind you.
“I don’t need you to do this, you know? I’m an adult.” you hissed as you kept walking.
“Well, then maybe start acting like one.”
“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” you exclaimed, turning around and bumping into his chest. Despite your size difference, Sidney felt like he ran into a brick wall.
He sighed, grabbing your arm harshly and pulling you into the nearby bathroom.
“What is your problem?” he said, raising his voice while locking the door behind him.
No one was going to use the bathroom until he figured out where your attitude was coming from.
“I haven’t done anything to you, Sidney.” you muttered.
“Oh yeah? You’ve been acting like a bitch the whole night.”
“Woah. What would the press say about hometown superstar Sidney Crosby using this kinda language?” you snickered, crossing your arms.
“Why are you being so… mean?” Sidney’s eyes narrowed at you.
“What are you talking about?”
“Just, fucking, pushing me away all night, like I don’t even exist.”
“Well, I’m sorry I don’t kiss your ass like everyone around here does.” you said, rolling your eyes.
“That’s NOT what it is and you know it.” he yapped.
“I thought you said I needed to stay away from you. I’m too young or whatever.”
Sidney hadn’t rejected you per se, but at that moment, you both recalled the conversation from a while ago.
The conversation that was supposed to put all flirting to a half.
From both of you.
Supposed to.
“It’s not only that, Y/N. You’re Mike’s niece, it’s not right.” he replied, running his hands through his dark hair.
“Fine! Then why are you so mad when I ignore you?” you prompted, throwing your hands up.
“Not only did you mostly ignore me, you, were fucking rude the rest of the time, and I mean, you’re obviously so fucking desperate too.” Sidney almost word vomited, clearly ignoring most of what you said.
“How, Sidney? Literally, how?”
“I mean, look at what you’re wearing!”
“I meant how was I rude.” you said, making him blush at the miscommunication, too embarrassed to even respond. “Why are you worried about my dress so much?” you teased.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking annoying.”
You knew what this was.
Like a child, throwing a tantrum to get their mother’s attention, basically.
It was obvious to you that bowing down to his ridiculous comments wasn’t an option.
Not yet.
“You like it?” you said, running your hands down the cheap fabric that sat tightly against your body.
“No, I did not say that. I don’t like it.” he muttered, slightly looking away from you.
There was something quite entertaining about rendering a huge, masculine man down to this blubbering of a mess.
“Why not? Is it too slutty for you?” you laughed.
Sidney’s eyes were burning into you, now quite differently than before, as he turned his attention back to you fully.
Nevertheless, he remained silent.
“You holding back, Sid? Why? You don’t want to call me a slut to my face?”
“I would never do that.” he hit back, his low voice echoing in the tiled bathroom.
Looking out of the small window for a second, you sighed. It was too late, and everyone was waiting anyways.
Perhaps tonight you’d throw in the towel. He obviously already had.
“Whatever. We need to go anyways.” you said, walking towards the door.
“No, we’re not leaving until I get an apology from you.” he hit back, positioning himself between you and the exit.
Or… maybe he hadn’t, you thought, seeing that spark still in his voice.
“Good fucking luck with that.” you laughed.
“Just say you’re sorry.”
“I should be asking for the same thing, I mean, you’ve been pretty rude.”
“Because you were rude first!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up.
“Do you hear yourself? I thought you were the “real” adult here.” you snickered.
He took a step closer just to have you take a step back.
There was no conceding tonight, actually.
He wasn’t getting any apology out of you anytime soon, and the more you stood your ground, the heavier his chest began to heave.
Unbeknownst to him, you knew Sidney perhaps too well.
He was simply too easy to read, always hiding under the hockey personality facade.
It might have fooled anyone else, especially, any other girl, but not you.
Throughout the months you had spent together, it had been incredibly simple to get to know him.
It was only after he distanced himself away from you that you decided to press his buttons.
He fell for it each time, his impulsiveness and real, undercover feelings exposing him and failing your tests constantly.
“You’re really, really pushing it tonight, Y/N.” he muttered.
“Fuck if I care.” you said, raising your shoulders.
Poor Sid, you thought, such masochistic tendencies he had.
If he could only burst his media trained bubble for a second, you could’ve had fun with that together.
“Fucking say sorry.” he repeated, once again.
He was slowly beginning to unravel, his feelings showing clearly through the tense muscles of his body language.
“Or what, Sidney?”
“God, you’re such a fucking brat.” he said, raising his voice, louder than ever before.
“Oh, there he is. Finally, you’re saying what you really think.” you smiled sweetly at him.
“You’re so fucking spoiled, it’s driving me insane.” he said, keeping the slow walk going towards you.
“Keep going, Sid, you’re just making this more enjoyable for me.”
“Yeah, of course this kinda of shit turns you on.”
“You’re one to talk.” you say, flicking your eyes down at the noticeable bulge in Sidney’s pants.
“We’re at a club, Y/N. Not everything is about you.” he said, rolling his eyes and yet attempting to close the space between you two.
“Then why are you here with me?”
“Because you won’t listen to me!” he exclaimed, his legs still moving towards you. “Is this what i have to do to get you to listen?”
“…Yes.” you whispered, and Sidney felt like he finally was starting to break you down.
“Drop the act, Y/N. Tell me what’s going on.” he sighed.
By now, Sidney had covered all the space in the bathroom, and found himself face to face with you against the wall, your fiery eyes looking up at him.
You had walked around in circles enough with him, literally and figuratively.
“If I could spit in your face I fucking would.” you said roughly, your eyes stuck inside his chocolate eyes.
“Do it, then.” he said, his face tilted down towards yours.
“Enough, Sidney.”
The smirk that you had so proudly sported all this time was long gone, Sid building up enough courage to now talk back to you.
“I thought you wanted to? Do it, then. Spit in my face.” he encouraged, smugly.
“You fucking wish.” you said, pushing against him with your chest.
“Woah, woah, calm down, now.” he chuckled, his fingers wrapping around your arms to keep you against the cold tiles of the bathroom.
You couldn’t hide the way his touch made you feel - you had dreamed to be in his hands for a while, and feeling him now just made you wetter.
Unfortunately for you, he noticed right away, his expression morphing into puzzlement as he took you in.
“Look at you. You like this, don’t you?” he asked, incredulous.
“Never in a million years.”
“Then what is this?”
Sidney’s eyes flickered down to your breasts, the hard nipples poking through your dress instantly giving you away.
“It’s cold, Sid.”
“I don’t know, your skin feels pretty warm under my hands.” he raised him eyebrows, moving his hands slightly up and down.
Plan foiled.
“Is this what this is all about?” he questioned, but you kept your lips zipped in frustration.
Sidney took an impossible step forward, your chests coming in contact.
“If I touch you down here, Y/N, what will I find?” he asked, trailing his fingers down your left arm gently.
“I don’t know, maybe if you ever fucked a girl before you’d know.”
“That’s a good one, baby.” he laughed. He couldn’t help it, seeing you so feisty just… for him.
That was all you wanted, apparently.
He kept his eyes locked onto yours, looking for approval as he lingered his fingers in front of your sex. As he got what he needed, he wasted no time in moving your underwear to the side.
“That’s what it is. You’re just dying to get fucked right.”
Sidney whispered a heavenly oh my god as his calloused, thick fingers rubbed your folds.
“Did raising my voice make you feel all hot inside?” he asked.
“No.”
“You’re fucking soaking my fingers, Y/N. Quit lying.”
He knew he could stretch you out immensely just by using a couple of his digits; but he decided not to, taking his touch just to your entrance and circling your clit, with no added pressure, making your head painfully fall back.
“I’m barely touching you and you’re already moaning. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he coaxed.
No witty come back spewed out of your mouth, the slight relief and building anticipation of indulgence growing deeper within you.
“You really want to be put in your place, huh? That’s all you want?”
His touch had you at a loss for words; you could barely nod in between needy whines.
“Stroke my cock, c’mon.” he said, his voice husky as ever, as he placed your hand on top of the swollen erection that was poking through his dress pants.
It was becoming hard to focus, hard to touch him right, Sidney refusing to dip his fingers at any point inside you, instead just painfully teasing you.
“Oh, you just think I’m going to fuck you like that?” he asked, dropping his hands away from you.
“Fuck no. Work for it.” he said aggressively. “Get on your knees.”
Your knees found the floor promptly, betraying your will but getting a satisfied smirk out of him.
“Look how obedient you’re being now, huh?” Sidney said, his fingers fastly undoing his pants in front of you. “Open up, baby. Let me see your tongue.”
Sidney slapped his cock on your tongue a couple of times before thrusting inside your mouth, not giving you a chance at any action but to wrap your lips around his girthy cock instantaneously, moaning in satisfaction.
“Holy fuck.” he moaned, letting his head lull forward with his bottom lip secured under his teeth. “This is what I have to do, isn’t it? I have to treat you like this, for you to-, to-, fuck, oh my god.”
You pulled Sidney’s length into your throat, your muscles tightening in a gag around his thick head, mostly in order to break him further and to stop his gloating.
“God, where did you learn how to do that, fuck.” he groaned deeply, lacing his fingers in your hair, instinctively massaging your scalp sweetly.
“You’re so much nicer when you’re choking on my dick like this.” he continued, his thighs tightening and clenching under your hands as you bobbed your head on him, thick saliva building at the back of your throat as you somehow devoured him more and more.
If he was holding back any moaning, it was hard to tell, his abs visibly clenching whenever you took him deeper and he, consequently, moaned louder.
“This is a good, good way to say sorry, baby.” he growled, his head thrown back, but stopping your motions right away.
“I’m not saying sorry, Sidney.” you said, pulling away from his cock so quickly that you were left with a trail of spit connecting you back to his glistening head.
He felt his chest fill with anger and lust, desire.
All he wanted to do was take you home and fuck you until you couldn’t talk back to him any longer. He instinctively wrapped his fist tightly around your hair, pulling you up by your locks.
“Look how messy you are.” he muttered as you came to your feet, his big eyes trailing over your shimmering chin, dripping in spit and precum. “Come here.”
Sidney shoved his tongue inside you, placing his other hand around your throat gently. He loved to keep your head steady as he overwhelmed your mouth, running his tongue over yours with no rhythm or caution, simply taking whatever he wanted.
“I guess I just have to fuck this attitude out of you.” he said against your lips as he pulled away breathless. “Face the fucking wall.”
As he turned you around, you did your best to hide the huge smirk on your face. He was finally going to give you what you both so desperately wanted; despite what he said, Sidney’s actions had always proved different than his words.
He hated that he had such a hard time resisting you, that he spent his night thinking about you with his cock throbbing in his hand, but he couldn’t wait anymore.
The rubber band had finally snapped.
Sidney squeezed your ass, your silky flesh crinkling in exquisite pain through your thin dress. He kept marking you with his fingertips as his other hand roughly pulled down your minuscule underwear, letting it trickle down your legs as he directed your ass towards him.
He tried to keep his composure as he pulled your dress up, the traces of his fingernails on your skin illuminated by the small ray of the street lamp that came through the high bathroom window.
It was hitting you perfectly, actually, so much so that he could see the glob of your wetness leaking out of your entrance, your pussy angled perfectly towards him.
“I would tell you how pretty you look like this but you don’t deserve it.” he spit out, beginning to stroke his member up and down your slit.
“You’re so fucking needy for me. I can’t believe how wet you are, God.”
Without warning, Sidney filled you up completely, ripping a gasp out of you as he gave you no time to adjust. His size made it hard to breathe or even keep your legs from wobbling already.
“Yeah, you’re not used to taking big cocks like this, aren’t you.” he questioned, readjusting the grip in your hair once again. “Well, you’re going to tonight.”
He began to fuck you, almost savagely, every mouthwatering plunge hitting your cervix and stretching you to your max. Sidney grunted deeply every time he moved. He knew that as much as he tried to keep it together, you could see the cracks within him, giving into you. But he knew he couldn’t back down without teaching you a lesson.
“Say sorry.” he groaned in your ear, but all he got in response were sweet moans.
Frustrated, Sidney picked up the pace, slamming himself harder against you and inside you. Your body rebounded against the wall harder every time, an aching starting to cover every inch of your skin, seeping within you and mixing with the unrelenting desire that he was sending through your being.
Whenever he wanted, Sid would move his right hand, squeezing and grabbing any bit of you that pleased him.
He was big enough to have access to your every part.
The back of your thigh, or the side of your tummy were covered in his fingertips, flecks of his rough handling beginning to dot all over you.
Your nipples oversensitized, having been rubbed against the freezing tiles through the fabric of your dress were the only sensation cooling you down as he kept increasing his rhythm, his heart pounding heavily against your back.
“Yeah, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, tilting your head so he could see you. “Look at those pretty eyes rolling back. Fuck.”
The sounds that filled up the room were filthy, he thought.
Sidney felt primal, taking you in the bathroom of a sleazy bar, not because he had let himself go, but because it pleased him to put you in your place.
The buckle of his bell dinging against his pants as he sped up.
His heavy breathing fusing with your candied moans, reverberating against the empty stalls.
The squelching of your bodies united, drops of want and longing and frustration running down both of your legs, splattering against the ground or soaking his pubic hair - it was so dirty and out of character for him.
Only you drove him to this.
Knowing that he was the only one that could hear this, all of it being covered by the muffled sounds of the raging bar outside, made him grip your hair a little tighter each time he focused on it.
This was the closest he had ever been to your face. Underneath the light sheen of makeup, he could see your skin turning a deeper shade of red; those big and thick lashes he loved so much batting irregularly. He noticed you wanted to regulate your response to him, attempting stupidly to keep your pupils focused on him instead of oscillating to the back of your head once again.
But he could see right through you.
He could see you struggle, with your telling high pitched moans, trembling underneath his touch.
It exasperated him. Delightfully.
“You want to cum so badly, don’t you? Yeah?” he asked, almost mockingly.
You nodded, the pull from his hand making the roots of your hair sting more and more, pulling your face in such a pathetic way that kept Sid’s cock covered in wetness.
“Too fucking bad. You don’t get to until you apologize.” he barked, pressing your heating cheek against the wall.
Your defiance was obvious; you decided to keep this little game going a while longer, considering it made him so mad and delirious, pushing his pelvis so forcibly against you that your ass bounced audibly on him.
“Apologize. Be good, c’mon.” he uttered in your ear, doing his best at holding back his groans as he slowed his thrusts down.
Playing was for two people, after all, and he knew the change of pace would be what you despised the most. It was immediately evident, groans of desperation pouring out of you.
Still, you could see stars of pleasure as you squeezed your eyes tightly in anguish.
“Now, Y/N.” he demanded, a hand coming down to spank you harshly.
If it was up to him, he would have kept this going forever.
He had thought about a million ways to punish you throughout the whole night.
You were lucky he only had a public bathroom available at the moment.
He could feel you on the verge of breaking, both in the cracks of your voice, the fact that you were pushing back at him slightly, your body looking for more, and of course, your cunt clamping firmly on his cock through the wetness. He made the decision to keep the thought to himself as an attempt to keep you as tamed as he had you at the moment.
All he needed was to slow down even more.
As adorable as your squeals were, and as much as they made his dick twitch noticeably inside you, he wasn’t going to let up.
“I’m sorry, Sid.”
Eureka.
For once, Sidney had the upper hand. He made you putty in his hands and you equally knew it.
“Good job.” he said, fucking you roughly again.
He went back up to max, tightening his jaw as your pussy sent waves of toe curling pleasure down his cock. He was leaking inside you, precum spilling all over and painting your insides.
“I’m so sorry, Sidney, I’m sorry.” you repeated, his eyes on your face.
“That’s okay, baby. Just once was good, love. You’re so good. So good.” he said placing his lips against your cheek.
The act of tenderness made you quiver.
If you had let up once, you could finally fully let go.
You could feel his pupils dilating in lust as your mouth was stuck open, blaring your sobs and cries as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.
Ceaseless in his fucking, he seemed to thrust harder as he got closer too.
Sidney refrained from rubbing your clit. He wanted to, yet this was still a punishment.
“Atta girl.” he coaxed. “Keep coming for me, baby. Can you do that?”
You nodded dumbstruck, your eyes crossing deplorably as you kept shaking in bliss.
Sidney was focused on you; he noticed a silver thread of spit leave your bottom lip, your face still roughly pushed against the wall with his force, and he lost it.
“I need to cum, baby, I’m going to cum inside you, fuck.” he hastily groaned.
He growled deeply, thrusting all the way inside you and grinding into his orgasm as his cock let out hot cum within you.
“Fuck, baby, fuck.” his growls were deafening, numbing you and traveling throughout the stuffy air.
As you came down, you could feel him spasming yet inside you, his face still furrowed in a heated sweat - he had bottomed out inside ou, his strong pelvis lifting you a couple of inches off the ground, levitating under his gratification.
Soreness began to overtake you as the pleasure let down, all of Sidney’s muscles relaxing into you with a sigh; your heels clicked as he let you back off the wall slightly, pulling his cock out of you as he was still huffing.
The pain hurt so good for you both, breathing against each other as you tried to catch your breath at the same time.
“Look at me.” he said, turning you around so quickly you could have lost your balance, especially after he fucked you like that. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Seeing his usual sweetness come back made your heart swell, a smile growing on your face.
“I’m okay, Sid.” you said, biting your lip shyly.
“Now, what we’re going to do is…” he began after kissing your forehead, bending down to pull your underwear up, “put these on, keep my cum inside you, okay? Like a good girl, yeah, while we go out and grab a ride to my place. Yeah?”
You nodded, aroused that he wanted to keep this going.
“Good job.” Sidney placed his hand on your lower back, walking you to the door. “I’m not done with you yet.”
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