#macklin and will

[lizgraciee]

Happy smiley selfie Will !!!!!

[pucking-rowdy]

morning bj with will? 😁

i'm assuming this is will smith hockey (i think he's the only will i write for)

smut below the cut (minors dni)

unedited

will was a mess. blonde curls pushed up wildly on one side, cheeks flushed from sleep, jaw sharp in that way that always made you want to run your fingers across it. his lips were parted, soft and pink, the faintest mark of a bruise still visible on his shoulder from the game, or maybe from last night. hard to tell.

his chest was bare, rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. one arm tucked under the pillow, the other sprawled toward your side of the bed. the sheets crumbled around his bare hips.

you stayed still, memorizing each detail along his sleeping form. the barely-there freckles that decorated his cheeks. the perfect slope of his nose, his long eyelashes that fluttered against his cheeks as he dreamt.

your eyes drifted lower, admiring the marks that littered his neck and collarbone. the bruises and scratches serving as a faint remnant of the night before. he looked magical, unreal as the light danced along his sleeping form, casting him in a soft, morning glow.

carefully, you pushed the blankets lower. his boxers clung to his hips enticingly, almost begging you to do something about the morning tent.

you're slow as you move, settling comfortably between his thighs. he welcomed you, subconsciously spreading his legs to accommodate your form. he barely stirs as you mouth at the bulge in his boxers, letting out a sleepy exhale. you breathe him in, your mouth watering at the feel of his clothed bulge against your lips.

slowly, you slip your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. you free his warm cock from the constraint of the cotton material, wrapping your hand around the length of him to give him a few slow strokes. he twitches in your palm.

he's not awake, not yet.

you slide your tongue along the underside of his cock, humming softly at the taste of him. he lets out a sleepy whine, finally coming to as you take him into your mouth.

"oh god," he groans, hands tangling in your hair. "you're really starting somethin' before breakfast?"

his voice is full of sleep, hoarse and deep. you feel a familiar throb between your thighs as he glances down at you with half-open eyes.

you pull off with a giggle. "you looked too good for me to just admire the view this morning. had to do something about it."

you take him back in your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip. the salty taste of precum and sweat floods your senses. will's stomach clenches, his hands tightening in your hair. a sound comes from the back of his throat, a mix of a groan and whimper.

"god, i love you."

you hollow your cheeks, swallowing him down. his body shudders, every muscle coiled tight and ready to snap. you glance up at him. his brows are furrowed tight above his closed eyes; bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

his cock twitches against your tongue. his hips buck up, filling your mouth with him. he chokes out a moan as you hum around his length. you let him fill your mouth and your senses as he chases the knot that's coiling in his tummy. his noises get whinier, his pitch increasing as he twitches.

"fuck, baby- baby, i'm-" he whines, and you don't stop, swallowing around him as he spills warm, thick spurts down your throat. his fingers tighten in your hair. his hips stutter, head falling back against the pillows as he releases.

his chest heaves, fingers loosening their grip on you as he comes down from the high.

"holy shit," he pants, letting his eyes flutter shut as he catches his breath. "well, good morning."

[swirlinmyhead]

willmack to somebody else by the 1975... im so normal about them.

"i hate to think about you with somebody else" - will or mack probably

[2katsinatrenchcoat]

[tysonhos]

mama's giggly today

[macktism]

will kicks a ball right into sharkie's "beak" and flees the scene

[gerbilgames]

cradled that old man in his arms

[katsperi]

mack already getting some one on one lessons with sid

[klimkostin]

you can actually physically watch him blush as he is confronted with the fact that people can hear him and will during specialboy exclusive soccer

[tomasxhertl]

A story in two parts (second picture from this video x)

[moncuries]

ive really enjoyed all the baby shark content :]

[lizgraciee]

I want what they have ❤︎︎

[pucking-rowdy]

celebrating with macklin celebrini after a win? love your writing!!

the city lights blur behind the cab window as laughter fills the backseat. macklin fumbles with the zipper on his coat, the team’s logo half-covered in beer. his hair's a mess, his grin lopsided. you're not much better, almost dropping your phone as you replay his game highlights.

“i can’t believe you scored that goal,” you slur, nudging him a bit too hard in the ribs. “bar down like it was nothing.”

macklin snorts, head lolling toward you. “i was aiming five-hole,” he admits, and you both crack up like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

the driver gives you both a look in the rearview mirror, but neither of you notice.

by the time you've made it out of the cab and to the front steps of his apartment, macklin's dropped his keys. twice.

finally, you burst through the door in a wave of victorious cheers and giggles. macklin kicks his sneakers off as if they'd personally offended him, flopping down onto the couch.

“god, i love hockey,” he mutters into a throw pillow.

you collapse beside him, handing him a water bottle. “you love winning.”

"same thing."

you move to lay on him, your cheek smushed into his shoulder. his fingers lazily card through your hair.

“you were unbelievable tonight,” you murmur against his shoulder.

he huffs out a laugh. “you say that every game.”

“because it’s always true.”

he leans back to look at you, his hands resting warm and heavy on your hips. “you’re biased.”

“obviously,” you say, rising up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

he grins, cheeks going red. but he kisses you anyway, slow and familiar, like he knows exactly what you taste like after a night out, like he’s been waiting for this part all evening.

his fingers slide into your hair, tangling in the strands as he deepens the kiss, and the world outside fades completely. there’s no cheering, no game-winning goal, no celebration. there’s just the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body, and the quiet certainty of this moment.

when you break apart, your foreheads press together.

"i love you," he murmurs, tucking your head under his chin. he smells like a mix of beer and his warm cologne.

"i love you, too."

the silence feels sacred as you bask in his post-win glow. the only sound is the soft rhythm of your breathing and the distant city noise fading into the background.

[swirlinmyhead]

willmack to partner in crime by Lucy Dacus because the lyrics haunt me but mostly them.

currently plotting a fic inspired by this song!!

[hischierschain]

toffoli has never fathered so hard in his life

[intheupside]

the nhl needs these ref cams 😂