Once Shane joins the Centaurs, the team expects to be subjected to quite a lot of PDA. Yes Shane has a reputation of being all business when it comes to hockey, but still, they’re newlyweds, finally playing for the same team ! And were all over each other at their wedding reception. So the guys are ready to witness some light groping and semi-deep kisses on a daily basis.
Shane starts on the team, and once or twice a week he’ll kiss his husband’s cheek or Ilya will kiss his. Some days they arrive at practice holding hands, but it’s not a daily occurrence either. They call each other by their first names. That’s the extent of their extra-professional interactions. The team is at a loss.
They know the Metros treated Shane like crap, so maybe he’s scared the same thing will happen with the Centaurs ? They call Harris for help and have a full brainstorming session on how to address the issue, how to tell Shane he’s oh-so welcome here and they want to know him for real, not just as Hollander, jersey 24.
They come up with a plan for the next practice. But that following morning, Ilya takes his shirt off in the locker room and they realize they have not planned for what they’re seeing right now. Eight long, red, scratch marks run along his back. Four and four, symmetrical, very obviously left there by a husband’s fingernails. Shane notices his handiwork as he’s walking past Ilya, smiles approvingly, kisses Ilya’s cheek, grabs his tape that was on the bench nearby, and goes back to his stall. No embarrassment, no attempts to hide it. So the team concludes that Shane is comfortable around them, in his own way ?
In the following weeks the Centaurs witness various hickeys and bite marks on Shane’s neck and torso, more scratches, this time on Ilya’s arms. They both seem totally at ease with the visible marks, so the team pretends everything is fine and there’s nothing remarkable there. Let them do their thing, none of our business, etc…
This lasts until they all come back from a four days weekend and Shane is absolutely covered in love marks. The hickeys bloom across his chest, biceps, stomach, thighs. There’s a very very red bite mark over his heart. Wyatt can’t help but gasp. He regrets it immediately, but Shane’s attention is already on him.
“Are you okay, Holly ?” Shane seems confused for a moment, then looks at himself and laughs. “I’m fine, someone was just too happy to have some time off.” He stares at Ilya, who rolls his eyes, then lifts up the bottom of one of his boxer’s legs. “I wasn’t the only one.”
The nails scratches on Ilya’s ass are way deeper than the ones that usually cover his back. The Centaurs know they’re all staring at the couple but how could they not ? And yet, Shane and Ilya seem as unbothered as they always are. Shane simply shrugs, and tells his husband “Remind me to trim my nails tonight.
- Will do.” Ilya smiles, before going back to changing into his gear.
And in that moment, a collective thought hits all of the Centaurs at once. NONE OF THEM wants to room next to these two once they hit the road.
Going shopping in Victoria's Secret with your boyfriend.
You’re out shopping with your boyfriend when you suddenly decide you need to stop by Victoria’s Secret. No warning. No hesitation. You grab his hand and drag him in. Now he’s surrounded by lace, bras, and mannequins in underwear and he’s just trying to keep it together.
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Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Follows you without question, even if he’s definitely overthinking every step. He glances at the store sign, then back at you.
“We're going here?"
You say yes. He nods. Quiet. Blushing already.
What he does while you shop:
Sticks close but doesn’t hover. He’s trying to act normal, fidgeting slightly with his hands behind his back, eyes on anything but the lace and satin surrounding him. Looks down. Looks at you. Looks away.
You catch him fidgeting with his sleeve while he waits for you to browse. He’s definitely trying.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. “Thoughts?”
His face goes red.
“I—um—if you like it, then yeah.”
He gives a fast nod and looks away, covering his mouth with one hand like he’s trying not to stare. But later, when you're holding two options and trying to decide, he surprises you. Leans in just a little, voice low.
“…Whichever one you wear first,” he says, still red but smiling now, “just don’t expect me to focus on anything else.”
Then he looks away again, all innocent, like he didn’t just say that.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Doesn’t even blink. Just follows you in with that usual soft look on his face, hands in his pockets, voice easy.
“Need a new one? Alright, darlin’. Let’s go.”
He’s not making a scene. Not acting awkward. But the second he realizes where he is, like really thinks about it. The music, the lace, the pink lighting, the thongs with gemstones on them. He clears his throat and stays real close to you.
What he does while you shop:
Stays quiet. Patient. Watches you browse while pretending he’s not surrounded by mannequins in lingerie.
If you glance back at him, he gives you a half smile and says, “Take your time.” But he’s blushing. You can see it. Just a little.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold up a soft blue set. “What do you think?”
He blinks once. Then again.
“Uhh… yeah. That’s real pretty.”
You tilt your head. “On me, or in general?”
He laughs under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.
“On you. No question.”
You grab a second option. Lace, low cut.
He swallows. Looks. Looks again. And says
“Get that one and I’m gonna need a minute." He says playfully.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Grins. Immediately.
“Hell yeah,” He says, already walking faster than you. “Bout damn time."
He’s looking around like hes in a candy store, except it’s satin, lace, and dim lighting. Zero shame.
What he does while you shop:
Follows you like it’s a game. Touches hangers. Picks up random pieces and holds them up to you without even checking the size.
“This one’s cute. This one’s fun. Though look at this one~" He says with a light whistle. He says all of that out loud by the way. Doesn’t whisper. Doesn’t care.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. “Do you like this one?”
He shrugs, eyes low, grinning like the devil.
“I don’t care what you get, babe.”
Steps closer. Voice low.
“As long as I’m the one takin’ it off.”
You give him a look. He winks. And you already know he’s dead serious. He tries to follow you into the fitting room. He doesn’t carry the bag on the way out. He just keeps saying,
“You gonna show me later, right?”
Loud enough for everyone in a 10 foot radius to hear.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Groans the second he sees the sign.
“Seriously?”
Rolls his eyes. Follows you in anyway. Loud sigh. Hands shoved in his coat pockets. He doesn’t like the lighting. Doesn’t like the music. Doesn’t like that you’re making him stand next to mannequins in thongs. But he’s here. And now that he’s here, he’s involved.
What he does while you shop:
Leans against a display, acting like he doesn’t care but watching everything.
You pick something up? He’s already shaking his head.
“That color’s boring. Try this one.”
Points to something completely different. Way bolder. Way him.
Doesn’t touch anything. Just stands there giving commentary like a high end fashion judge.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You: “I really like this one.”
Him: “It’s fine.”
You: “You don’t like it?”
Him: shrugs “You’re hot. You’ll look good in anything. But this—”
He holds up something he picked, black, strappy, probably lacy.
“—looks better.”
You try to push back. He just gives you that look. You end up buying both. Maybe three. He doesn’t blink when the total shows up. Just pays. All of it. Doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t say you’re welcome. Just hands you the bag and whispers,
“You’re wearing my pick first.”
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Tense. Shoulders up. Jaw set. He walks in behind you like he’s entering somewhere he shouldn't be. Doesn’t say much. Just mutters, “Alright…” under his breath and stays close. He looks like he's almost bored. Like this isn’t that serious. But watching everything.
What he does while you shop:
Keeps his distance at first. Hangs back. Stares at his shoes. But every time you glance at him, he looks up. You hold something up? His eyes twitch like he’s trying not to react.
You ask, “Do you like this one?” He shrugs.
But then—
You say, “I really want your opinion.”
And his eyes widen.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
He blinks. Freezes. Realizes you’re serious. And then he actually pays attention instead of looking away in embarrassment. Still flustered. Still blushing. But now he’s studying the material like it’s game footage.
“This one… uhm…”
He clears his throat. Rubs his neck. Avoids your eyes.
“I-I mean, the cut’s good. That strap thing matches the other—like it—uh—flows.”
He’s explaining in full detail now. Trying his best to sound confident while stuttering through every word.
“You should get that one. And the other one. T-They go together.”
You smile. He looks away. Red all the way to his ears.
He walks out with your bag in one hand and his sanity barely there anymore.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Unbothered. Completely. He doesn’t blink at the sign, doesn’t question where you’re going, just follows you in with a blank expression and zero urgency. You’re the one shopping. He’s just… here.
What he does while you shop:
Leans against the nearest wall. Scrolls through his phone once. Doesn’t look up much. You’d think he’s not paying attention until someone walks too close to you and he lifts his eyes fast enough to make them back off. He’s calm. Quiet. Watching without looking like he is.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. Light. Lacy.
He looks for about 2 seconds. Not that he didn't care. he just analyzed it that quick.
“Get that one.”
You raise a brow. “You sure?”
His eyes don’t move.
“You asked. That one’s good.”
Plain. Simple. Final. You try on a second one, just to tease. He glances. Then back at his phone.
“The first one.”
No blushing. No stuttering. But he’s paying attention.
Pays for it without a word. Carries the bag without being asked. On the way out, he leans in and says,
“If you’re wearing that later, don’t bother making plans.”
As the saying goes, "Everyone ran, and I ran too"😄
In fact, the document with the lore of my characters was created a long time ago, and I published it only recently on my other social media. And coincidentally, right now, people are posting fancharacters based on Japanese Puss in Boots more actively.
Anyway: the lore of Julie, Antos, and Tina!
WARNING: Use a translator, as the text is written in my native language.
It's possible that the name Pero is written incorrectly in English, because in Russian it is written as the name of the author of the fairy tale... Translation difficulties, in short.
the broom closet - 456 words - jegulus - warnings: na - author's note: was this based on a post I made? yes.
Regulus got on the tips of his toes, trying to grab a library book from the top shelf. His fingers had just brushed the spine when it was rudely snatched away from him. He huffed and turned to face the book thief, only to be face to..well, face to neck with James Potter.
"Potter," he said sharply. "Give me the book. Now."
James just laughed and handed the book to him. "That's what I was going to do anyway, Reg."
Regulus just rolled his eyes and took the book back from James. James smiled and wrapped an arm around Regulus's shoulders. "Now, what is my beautiful boyfriend doing in the library when he could be spending his time with me?"
Regulus scoffed, but he leaned into James. "Stupid Potions essay. I needed to do some extra research for this one. But that can wait, if you have other plans."
James grinned and took the book from Regulus (again). He placed it back onto the shelf and dragged Regulus out of the library, to the nearest broom closet. Regulus stifled a laugh as they stumbled inside. Their hands were on each other immediately, James's finding their way to Regulus's hips, while Regulus's were wrapped around James's neck.
"You are so very distracting. And a bad influence, dragging me away from my homework like that," Regulus murmured as James kissed up his neck. He could feel James smile against his neck as nipped lightly at it.
"Oh don't act like you aren't enjoying this."
Regulus huffed (again) and placed his hands in James's curls, bringing him up to face level. "I would enjoy it more if you would stop teasing me."
James's grin softened and he leaned in, their lips brushing each other's. Regulus sighed in relief, just as their lips-
"Merlin's balls!" A voice exclaimed. Regulus went white. James went bright red. For in the doorway of the broom closet (that they had forgotten to lock), was Sirius and Remus, who looked like they had come for the exact same reason that Regulus and James had. But this was bad. Very bad. Sirius was standing there. Sirius, who had no clue about the secret relationship his best friend and his little brother had been having.
Regulus gently pushed James away. "I think this is the part where you run," he said. James nearly left a human sized hole in the wall as he sped out of there as fast as he could, Sirius hot on his tail.
Regulus came to stand next to Remus as they both watched their respective boyfriends run around like children.
"James? Really?" Asked Remus in a bemused manner.
Regulus just raised an eyebrow. "My brother?" he said doubtfully.
a/n- this was based off that one @spellboundstarlet post about morning sex w/ Kate so hope y'all can bear with me here.
Warnings: smut (oral- Kate r), fluff scattered around the fic.
Not proofread and I can't spell for shit so have fun
Mornings with Kate we're your favorite, they never lasted long though, she usually got up super early for practice, but today it was pushed back a bit due to the cheerleaders needing the court.
You woke up to the sun beaming through the windows, squinting your eyes, you look to your right to see a six foot blonde asleep next to you. Her mouth slightly open and her hair disheveled, god she's beautiful.
You press a gentle kiss to her nose and her eyes flutter.
"morning, sunshine"
She wraps her arms around you sleepily and pulls you closer, snuggling her face into your neck and taking in your scent.
"I love you" her raspy morning voice always gets you. Making you incredibly horny all the time.
"I love you too baby."
"what time is it?" Again with the voice, the deep tone, the rasp, the tiredness lingering. It's perfect
"it's only nine"
"really?"
"mhm"
She cuddles into you, now wanting to be little spoon as you trace random shapes along her toned stomach.
You slowly make your way down her torso. Under her sweatpants and at the hem of her boxers. She squirms into your touch and lets out a soft whimper.
You move your hand lower, pressing small circles on her bud, making her moan slightly and attempt to hold back the buck in her hips.
"doin so good baby." You praise as you stop circling her.
"take these off for me?" You tug at her sweatpants as she lifts her hips, you take the boxers with you and set them off to the side.
You move down to her clit, kissing around the area as you push open her legs and massage her thighs gently.
She whines and attempts to hold back another fatigued buck but failing.
You finally find her entrance and lick a slow stripe up to her bud. She grabs ahold of your hair and moans breathlessly.
You eat her out slowly. Taking your time and savoring her. Her sweet taste, the soft whimpers, the need for you.
Your tongue finds her entrance and slowly pushes in and out of her, collecting her taste.
Neither of you are very vocal during sex, just being close band knowing each others body so well keeps you content.
Her hands clech on you hair, gently pulling you closer as her climax builds.
Her whimpers get more frequent and her hips buck more and you know she's almost there.
You pace stays the same, slow and calming taking in all of her.
She gasps and the seal broke letting the wave of pleasure take her as she whines.
You don't stop until the final wave has washed over her and she's all cleaned up, lapping up every bit of her before coming back up and kissing her lips.
She groans slightly at the taste of her and wraps her arms around you.
"you did so good for me Kate" you mumble into her neck, moving up to attach your lips to her lazily.
The kiss is slow and sleepy. Just enjoying each other's presence.
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After a while of just laying in bed tangled in eachother, you eventually realize Kate has to go to practice.
"Kate c'mon let's get you rinsed off, hm? Get ready for practice."
"nooooo" she whines and pulls her face into the crook of your neck.
"c'mon get up D1 athlete"
"ughhhmmmm" she dramatically groans finally letting go of you and flopping back on the bed
You get up and pull her with you.
"come on I'll take a shower with you." You say pulling her dramatically limp body from the bed.
She perks up, "okay"
She complys and walks to the bathroom with you, taking off the rest of her clothes and putting her hair up, you did the same.
As soon as you get in the shower, shes hugging your from the back with her chin on your shoulder, eyes heavy and relaxed.
"Kate"
"yea?"
"you need to wash off"
"I'm comfy" she nuzzles into your neck and pulls your waist backwards.
"kate-"
"nooo"
You pry her off you and wash her off with a loofa quickly before she can attach herself onto you again, but of course as soon as her whole body is lathered up she's clinging onto you again.
"Kate come on"
"but your comfy"
"Kate"
"no"
"Kate Martin, rinse off the damn soap and get dressed." You say firm, it's the only way she'll listen
"yes ma'am."
I literally can't end a fic good for the life of me so whatever
As the two of you finally reach your destination, Felix can't help but notice the excitement written all over your face. "I'm glad you agreed to come with me," he says in a softer tone than before.
You smile at his words and nod your head, feeling grateful for the unexpected adventure. As you both enter through the gates of the amusement park, Felix takes your hand once again and leads you towards one of the roller coasters.
"Are you ready for this?" Felix asks as he straps himself into a seat beside yours.
You nod vigorously, feeling adrenaline pumping through your veins. As the ride begins to climb up higher and higher, you can't help but feel like everything is moving in slow motion. But as soon as it starts racing down at high speeds with twists and turns throughout its tracks, screams of joy escape from both of you. By now, everything seems like a blur as swirling wind rushes past your ears at 100 km/hour during this thrilling ride.
After several more rides filled with laughter and screams echoing throughout the park, nightfall arrives quickly, signaling that it's time to leave. You thank him for such an amazing day out together before parting ways - not sure what tomorrow would bring but you had a nagging voice in the back of your mind saying that all this was too good to be true, you ignored it.
Before you could leave, Felix grabs hold of your hand and looks at you with a serious expression. "Listen, I know I may come across as someone who's only interested in hooking up but being with you today was different," he says earnestly.
You look at him quizzically, not sure how to react to his sudden change in demeanor.
"I don't wanna play games anymore. I want to get to know you better and see where this goes," Felix continues, sincerity lacing his voice.
Feeling your heart skip a beat, you smile and nod. "I feel the same way," you reply softly.
With that out in the open now, the two of you say goodbye for now before going home. As soon as you're back at your dorm room, Felic follows up by texting: "Thinking about our day makes me really happy <3 Would love to hang out again soon!"
The sun was shining and everyone was outside. You were sitting in the grass, a child on each side of you, sometimes reading them stories from the book on your lap, sometimes talking with them, sometimes even just listening to their conversation.
He felt Anne sidling next to him but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.
« I like her very much, and so does Uncle Solomon ».
Following his sister’s gaze, Sebastian turned to look at his uncle who was sitting on a bench reading some newspaper. Every so often, he remarked, Uncle Solomon would look up at you and the children sitting in the grass and it seemed like he would sometimes fight a tiny smile from gracing his face, especially when you said something to little Béatrice and she exclaimed « No! » with wide eyes. You nodded, smiling, and he felt his heart leap in his chest. Could he really…?
