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[darkeralmond]

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5 Minutes - Mackie Samoskevich x Reader *

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Attention - Seamus Casey x Reader*

Good Girl - Brendan Brisson *

New To Anaheim pt 2. - Trevor Zegras x Reader (multipart)

Stay, Stay, Stay - Owen Power x Reader

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4th Of July - Macklin Celebrini x Reader

Forbidden - Macklin Celebrini x OC *

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[linaaawrites]

Hiiii, do you have any authors on here you recommend???

Heyyy, I know this is probably going to sound really weird... but I don't actually read that much on Tumblr myself 💀 So there are probably so many incredibly talented writers that I've just never come across because the algorithm refuses to show them to me 😭 But here are a few people that immediately came to mind:

@velvetlikeburrow (highly recommend if you're looking for NFL fics!)

@hockeyduck (the queen of smutty fics)

@darkeralmond (the queen of aesthetics & such an incredible writer)

@minimouse02 (her NHL SMAUs are so, so good)

@kirasblog01 (she writes AMAZING NHL and Harry Potter fics)

@puckpoet (she just started an amazing WS2 series that I really like)

@puckslut4thehabs (I LOVE her smutty NHL blurbs)

@ruinix-dark (If you're into dark fics... this is the account for you)

@bikinibottombedsy (if you're into NHL texts, she has the best ones)

[darkeralmond]

shout out lina bro her fics are amazing

[linaaawrites]

https://www.tumblr.com/linaaawrites/822279472462069760/hii-my-previous-account-got-removed-and-i-just

Okay no rush at all! I was just scared of the ask got deleted since my account was! Thank you so much, you’re seriously my favourite writer on here!!

Oh my gosh, thank you 😭🤍 But there are so many writers out there who are so much more talented, but thank You for your kind words

Home Advantage

pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader

description: Rick walks in on you riding Macklin.

TW: Smut, MDNI, unprotected sex, subby Mack, praise kink, awkward interruption by his dad, established relationship.

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The air in Macklin's childhood bedroom is thick with nostalgia and the scent of him. Posters of hockey legends line the walls, a stark contrast to the man currently beneath you, his body taut with a need that mirrors your own. His family is supposed to be out for the afternoon, a rare, stolen opportunity to be alone in the house where he grew up, to make new memories among the old ones.

He's inside you, deep and impossibly hard, stretching you in a way that still makes you gasp even after all this time. Every ridge and vein of his cock is a distinct sensation against your slick walls, a perfect, textured friction that has your head spinning. You're riding him slowly, savoring the way he fills you completely, the way his hips twitch up to meet yours, a silent plea for more.

"Fuck," he whimpers, his head thrown back against the pillows, his throat a long, vulnerable column. "You feel so good. So tight."

You lean down, bracing your hands on his chest as you roll your hips, a slow, deliberate grind that has him seeing stars. "You feel so good inside me, Mack," you praise, your voice a low purr. "So deep. No one's ever been this deep."

His response is a choked moan, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you know you'll have bruises tomorrow. He loves when you talk like this, loves when you tell him how good he is, how big he is, how well he takes care of you. It's his ultimate weakness, the one thing that can turn him from a confident hockey star into a whimpering, desperate mess beneath you.

"You're so big, baby," you continue, your nails scraping lightly down his chest, leaving faint red marks in their wake. "You stretch me so perfectly. It's like you were made for me."

"God, yes," he gasps, his hips bucking up, his cock sliding even deeper inside you. "Made for you. Only for you."

You sit up straight, taking him even deeper as you begin to ride him in earnest, your movements faster, more demanding. His hands roam your body, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you arch into his touch. You can feel the tension building in his body, the desperate need for release that he's trying to hold back, trying to make this last.

"Please," he whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut. "I need you so much. Please let me come."

"Not yet," you command, your voice firm but loving. "You're going to be a good boy and wait for me, aren't you?"

He nods frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes. Anything. I'll be so good for you. I'll be your good boy."

You reward his obedience with a particularly deep roll of your hips, your nails digging into his shoulders as you lean down to kiss him, a messy, desperate clash of tongues and teeth. He's completely lost in it, lost in you, his body moving on pure instinct, his whimpers and moans a constant stream of pleasure that fills the room.

"I love being inside you," he pants against your lips, his voice strained with desire. "You're so warm. I could stay like this forever."

"Me too, baby," you whisper, your hand sliding down his arm, your nails tracing the defined muscles of his bicep. "You always take such good care of me. Always know exactly what I need."

"I do," he agrees, his hips starting to move faster, his control slipping. "I'll always take care of you. Just… please… I need to come. Please let me come inside you, baby. I need it so bad."

You're about to give in, to let him fall over the edge with you, when the bedroom door swings open with a soft click.

"Macklin, have you seen the—"

It's his dad. Rick Celebrini is standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock, a pair of sunglasses in his hand. For a moment, no one moves. The only sound is the frantic pounding of your heart in your ears.

Macklin freezes, his body going rigid beneath you. A strangled sound escapes his throat, a mix of horror and embarrassment. You, on the other hand, react on pure instinct, grabbing the blanket and yanking it over both of you, covering your naked bodies in a flurry of movement.

"Dad!" Macklin squeaks, his voice an octave higher than usual. "What the hell? Get out!"

Rick seems to snap out of his stupor, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I… I didn't… I'll just…" He backs out of the room, closing the door with a soft click, leaving you in a state of awkward, horrified silence.

You look down at Macklin, his face buried in his hands, his body trembling with a mixture of residual arousal and pure, unadulterated embarrassment. You can't help it, a small, hysterical giggle escapes your lips.

"This is not funny," he mumbles, his voice muffled by his hands.

"I know," you say, trying to stifle your laughter. "It's just… so awkward. Oh my god."

He peeks out at you from between his fingers, his eyes wide and pleading. "Please tell me this is a nightmare."

"It's not a nightmare," you say, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "It's just a very, very awkward memory we're going to have to live with forever."

He groans, dropping his hands back over his face. "I'm never going to be able to look him in the eye again."

"It'll be fine," you soothe, your hand stroking his hair. "He'll be embarrassed too. He'll probably pretend it never happened."

"But it did happen," he whines, his voice still thick with embarrassment. "He walked in on us. While we were… you know."

"I know," you say, another giggle escaping your lips. "But you know what? It was kind of hot before he walked in. You were being so good for me."

He peeks out at you again, a flicker of his previous desire in his eyes. "Really?"

"Really," you confirm, your hand sliding down his chest to wrap around his still-hard cock. "And I have a feeling we can pick up right where we left off. If you're still my good boy."

He lets out a shaky breath, his hips bucking up into your hand. "Always," he whispers, his voice raw with need. "Always your good boy."

[darkeralmond]

my moot always eats these up

[darkeralmond]

Could you write something for Connor? Maybe something with condescending  praise?

TAKE A BREAK

connor bedard x reader

summary: while doing your school work, connor suggests taking a break to relieve your stress

cw: 18+, oral (fem! recieving), condescending praise, language

wc: 1k

an: hey guys! i got a lil lazy with this one so hopefully it’ll still be good. thank u for the request, this one was a sexc one to write. requests are open if u wanna help a girl out with inspo. love u all!!!

Breaks were the best time of the school year, because they were the only time you could spend the whole week with Connor playing house. Once winter break began, you were already on a plane to go to Chicago to spend it with him. The two of you had plans to go on date nights, go shopping, and to treat this week like married life.

The unfortunate thing, however, was your biology professor gave your whole class an assignment to complete over break due to the poor test results throughout the first semester.

That meant instead of going out on a date with Connor on your first night, you spent it in Connor’s apartment. You sat at the kitchen table with your eyes glued to your laptop screen with open books scattered around. The sun had long set and you were still in the same spot slaving away at the same work.

Connor emerged from the hallway and said, “Y/n, sweetie. You’ve been at it for hours, you should take a beeak.” When you turned to protest, you saw his dripping wet body. His hair was a ruffled mess and his towel hung low, wrapped around his waist.

Fuck, he looked beautiful. He started walking towards you, almost pulling you away from your work. “You can’t come out here looking like that while I'm working,” you said while looking back at the screen. “You’re distracting me.”

This made him laugh as he came up behind you, rubbing your tense shoulders before whispering in your ear. “Oh, really?” He had a low grumble in his voice as he said, “What are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?”

The combination of his massage and his voice made your heart flutter, tempting you to throw the laptop to the side and have him fuck you on the table. Instead of doing that, you replied, “Nothing, Connor, because I'm doing school work.”

You glanced back at him to see him pouting. You looked back at your screen while he rested his chin on your shoulder. “But it’s your first night and I missed you so much. I know you love it when I show you how much I miss you, sweetheart.” His hands slid down your arms, slowly pulling your hands off the keyboard. He placed his lips on your neck, leaving slow, wet kisses on your sweet skin.

Before you could stop it, a desperate whimper escaped from your lips. This just fueled him to continue what he was doing. Your body melted into the chair as you let temptation take over. You shut the laptop, making him chuckle. “That’s my good girl.”

You let him help you out of the chair before the two of you broke the tension and kissed. The kiss was deep and passionate as you clung onto him, his fingers pulling on your hair. In a few short steps, the two of you fell onto the couch with you on top of him. Your hips grinded against his erection, making him moan into your mouth.

He pulled away before saying, "I knew you couldn’t resist, baby.” He reached for your shirt, ripping it off and throwing it to the side like it was nothing. This was the night you chose to wear nothing but one of his baggy shirts and underwear, just in case. “You’re so beautiful. I can't wait to have you screaming my name.” He took his shirt off and flipped the two of you over so now he would be on top of you.

He kissed you again, so rough yet so passionate. His kisses trailed lower and lower til he made it to your panties. Desperate and hungry, he pulled them down and buried his face between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs, causing you to moan as you gripped onto his hair. He teased, “You’re already so wet, sweetheart. What should I do about that?”

Before you could answer, his tongue lapped over your clit, causing a loud moan to erupt out of you. You pushed his head deeper in between your thighs. His tongue made all the stress and tension go away as it moved in a circular motion.

Your hips buck forward as your back arched off the couch. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, using his muscles to hold you down so he could treat you how he wanted to without resistance.

He moved his tongue slowly, taking in your taste. He moaned into your folds, soaking in all of your juices and wearing it on his face with pride. You could feel your orgasm growing, the throbbing in your core thumping harder and harder.

“Connor, a-ah-” It was hard to speak up whenever he kept making you moan. “F-Faster.” He was a starved man, desperate to hear how good you felt under his touch, so he listened. His tongue flicked faster, making you scream and arch. He kept you pinned down to the couch, no matter how much your hips thrashed and thrusted.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tossing your head back and letting the pleasure wash over your body. In an instant, your body convulsed with satisfaction, Connor still licking until you rode your orgasm out. The tension in your body loosened as you melted onto the cushions, no longer fighting Connor’s tongue. He left a kiss before pulling away and looking up at you.

His chin glistened with your fluids mixed with his saliva, smiling pridefully like it was a medal to show off. “Such a good girl,” he said. “I hope you’re not too tired, I have more for you tonight.”

“But what about my work?” You said, looking back at your abandoned work station.

He smirked. “You’re only gonna want to do me once I’m done with you.”

[bnwrittes]

Pretty when you take it

SUMMARY: Macklin has you spread open beneath him, his hands holding you wide while he watches every slow movement and murmurs constant praise about how perfect you look. You talk back, telling him exactly how it feels and how much his words affect you

WC: 2.3k

WARNINGS: smut, mdni, praise kink, dirty talk, slow sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare

Request: Macklin Celebrini + He holds you open with both hands and watches his cock stretch you, murmuring how pretty you look taking him, how wet you get just from the way he talks.

You’re already shaking before he’s even all the way inside.

Macklin has you on your back in the middle of the big bed, your legs draped over his forearms, his body caging you in. The only light is the warm glow from the lamp on the nightstand, and it paints everything in soft gold—his broad shoulders, the flex of muscle in his arms, the dark heat in his eyes as he looks down at you like he wants to devour every reaction.

He’s been working you up for ages with his mouth and his hands and that low, filthy voice. Now the thick head of his cock is pressing against your entrance, and he’s pushing in so slowly you can feel every single inch stretching you open.

Your breath catches. “Fuck, Macklin…”

He groans, sinking deeper until his hips are flush against yours and you’re completely full. The stretch burns in the best way. You’re so wet it’s obscene, but he’s still big enough that your body has to adjust around him.

He doesn’t move right away. His gaze drops between your bodies, and his hands slide down to grip the backs of your thighs. His thumbs press in, firm and deliberate, and then he’s spreading you wider—both hands holding you open so he can see exactly where his cock is buried inside you.

The sound you make is helpless.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, voice rough and low. His thumbs stroke little circles on your skin while he keeps you spread. “Fuck, baby… look how pretty you look taking me. Your pussy’s stretched so tight around my cock. So fucking perfect.”

You can’t look away from his face—how focused he is, how dark his eyes have gone as he watches the way your cunt clings to him. The vulnerability of being held open like this, of him seeing every flutter and clench, makes heat flood through you “Macklin…” Your voice comes out shaky. “It feels… God, it feels so big when you hold me open like that.”

He makes a low, approving sound and draws his hips back slowly, almost pulling all the way out. Both of you watch the way your pussy stretches around the head of his cock, shiny and puffy and reluctant to let him go. Then he pushes back in, smooth and deep, and the wet sound is filthy.

“You’re dripping,” he says, almost reverent. “Look at the mess you’re making already. All because I’m telling you how pretty you look getting stretched open on my cock.”

Your face burns, but your walls clench hard around him in response. You can feel how much wetter you just got, “Yeah,” you breathe, voice trembling but honest. “It’s your voice… the way you talk to me. I can feel myself getting wetter every time you say something filthy. Can you see it?”

His eyes flick up to yours for a second, hot and pleased, then drop right back down to watch as he pulls out again—slow, so you both see every inch “I can see it,” he says. “Your pussy’s getting all creamy for me. Every time I tell you how good you look, you clench and drip even more. Fuck, that’s hot.”

He starts a slow, deep rhythm—thrusting all the way in, then dragging back out until just the head is inside before sinking in again. The whole time his hands stay on you, thumbs hooked to keep your folds spread wide so nothing is hidden from him. Every time he bottoms out you can feel the pressure of his thumbs holding you open, and it makes the stretch feel even more intense, you moan, head tipping back. “Macklin—shit—don’t stop talking. Please. Tell me what you see.”

He lets out a rough laugh, but his voice stays low and steady. “I see my cock splitting this pretty pussy open. I see how tight you are around me, how your walls are gripping every inch. I see how wet you are—fuck, baby, it’s running down my balls. You’re making such a mess and I’ve barely started.”

Your hands fist in the sheets. Your thighs twitch in his grip, but he holds you firm “Tell me how it feels,” he says. “Tell me what it does to you when I hold you open and watch.”

You swallow, voice coming out breathy and wrecked. “It feels… exposed. Like you can see everything. Every time you pull out I can feel how stretched I am, how empty I get until you push back in. And when you talk like that—telling me how pretty I look, how wet I’m getting from your words—it makes me clench so hard around you. I can feel myself dripping more. It’s embarrassing how much I like it.”

Macklin’s hips stutter for a second, like your words hit him hard. He pushes in deep and stays there, grinding slow circles while he watches the way your cunt flutters around the base of his cock.

“Embarrassing?” he echoes, voice darker. “Nah, baby. It’s fucking perfect. Look at you—telling me how much you like being watched while I fuck you open. My good girl.”

He pulls out again, slower this time, and the wet sound is louder. You both watch the way your arousal coats him, strings of it connecting you for a second before he sinks back in “See that?” he murmurs. “That’s how wet you get just from the way I talk. Every filthy thing I say makes this pretty pussy drool for me.”

You’re panting now, hips trying to rock up into him even though he’s holding you steady. “I can’t help it,” you admit, voice cracking. “Your voice… the way you describe it… it goes straight to my clit. I’m throbbing and you’re not even touching it. Just holding me open and telling me how I look stretched around your cock.”

He groans, low and rough, and speeds up just a little—still deep, still controlled, but with more purpose. Every thrust makes your breasts bounce and your breath hitch “Keep talking,” he says. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how it feels when I watch you like this.”

You’re close already—too close from the combination of the slow, relentless stretch and the constant stream of praise and filth. Your voice comes out higher, needier.

“I want you to keep doing exactly this,” you gasp. “Hold me open. Watch your cock go in and out. Tell me how pretty I look while I’m taking you. I—I like hearing how wet I am. I like knowing you can see everything. It’s making me—fuck, Macklin, I’m gonna come if you keep talking like that.”

His eyes are locked on the place where you’re joined, watching every flutter, every fresh spill of slick as your orgasm starts to crest “Yeah?” His voice is strained now, but he doesn’t stop the slow, deep rhythm. “You gonna come just from this? Just from me holding this pretty pussy open and telling you how good you look getting fucked?”

“Yes—God, yes—” Your words dissolve into a moan as it hits you. Your back arches hard, thighs shaking in his grip, and your cunt clamps down around him in tight, rhythmic pulses. You can feel yourself gushing, can hear how much wetter it gets, and Macklin watches every second of it with dark, hungry eyes.

“Fuck, there it is,” he groans. “Look at you—coming so pretty while I’m buried inside you. Your pussy’s milking me so tight… and you’re even wetter now. Made such a mess, baby. All over my cock.”

He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t stop moving. He fucks you through it with those same slow, deep thrusts, holding you spread open the entire time so he can watch the way your orgasm makes everything puffy and shiny and clenching.

You’re babbling now, oversensitive and floating. “Macklin—oh my God—it’s too much—feels so good—don’t stop, please don’t stop talking—”

“I’m not stopping,” he promises, voice rough. “Not until I’ve watched you come at least one more time like this. Not until I’ve seen how messy this pretty cunt can get when I keep telling you how good you look stretched around me.”

He leans down just enough to kiss the inside of your thigh without losing the angle or the grip he has on you. Then he’s back to watching, back to that slow, devastating rhythm.

“Tell me what you’re feeling now,” he says. “After coming on my cock while I held you open. Tell me how it feels.”

You’re trembling, voice wrecked and honest. “It feels… swollen. So sensitive. Every time you push in I can feel how puffy I am around you. And I’m so wet—fuck, I can hear it. It’s dripping down my ass. Your words are still making it worse. Every time you call me pretty or tell me how I’m stretched I clench again and more comes out. I can’t stop it.”

Macklin’s breathing is heavier now, but he keeps his pace steady, eyes fixed on the obscene, beautiful sight of his cock disappearing into your messy, well-fucked pussy.

“Good,” he murmurs. “I want you messy. I want you dripping. I want you to feel how much you like it when I watch you like this—when I hold you open and tell you exactly what I see.”

He shifts his grip slightly, thumbs pressing a little firmer to spread you even wider on the next thrust, and the new angle makes you cry out.

“There,” you gasp. “Right there—fuck, Macklin, that’s so deep. I can feel you in my stomach when you do that. And with your hands holding me open like this… I feel everything. Every inch. Every time you twitch inside me.”

He lets out a low, filthy sound. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep talking like that. Keep telling me how it feels. Keep telling me how pretty you look getting fucked open.”

You’re building again—slower this time, deeper, the kind of orgasm that feels like it’s going to wreck you. Your voice is shaky but you give him what he wants.

“I look… obscene,” you whisper. “All spread out and shiny and stretched around your cock. And you’re watching it like you can’t look away. That makes me feel… powerful. And slutty. And so fucking turned on I can’t think. Every time you tell me I’m pretty like this I want to come again. I want you to see it happen. I want you to watch my pussy spasm and drip while you’re inside me.”

Macklin’s rhythm falters for the first time. His hands tighten on your thighs “Fuck, baby…” His voice cracks a little. “You’re perfect. Keep going. I’m close.”

You keep talking through it, voice breaking as the pleasure coils tighte “I can feel you getting harder,” you tell him. “Every time I say something dirty you twitch inside me. You like hearing me say how much I love being held open and watched. You like knowing your words are making my pussy this wet and messy. I’m gonna come again, Macklin—I’m gonna come while you’re watching your cock stretch me open—”

It hits harder than the first one. Your whole body locks up, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your pussy convulses around him. You can feel it—feel the way you gush around his cock, feel how much wetter and sloppier it gets. Macklin watches every second, eyes glazed with lust, murmuring praise the whole time.

“So fucking pretty—fuck, look at that—coming so hard for me while I hold you open. God, you’re squeezing me so tight. Such a good girl. My pretty, messy girl.”

He lasts only a few more thrusts before he’s coming too—buried deep, hips stuttering, a low groan ripping from his chest. You feel the heat of it, feel him pulse inside you while he keeps you spread wide so he can watch the way your cunt flutters and milks him through it.

For a long moment the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the wet, obscene slick of your bodies.

Then Macklin carefully eases his grip, thumbs stroking soothing circles on your inner thighs as he slowly lets your legs down. He stays inside you for a little longer, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your mouth—soft and sweet even while you’re both still shaking.

When he finally pulls out, you both watch the mess that follows—his come and your slick leaking out of your puffy, well-used pussy. He makes a low, appreciative sound and gently uses his thumbs to spread you one more time, just to see “Still so pretty,” he murmurs, almost to himself. Then he looks up at you, eyes soft now. “You okay?”

You nod, voice hoarse but smiling. “More than okay. That was… intense. In the best way.” He grins, that boyish, devastating smile, and leans in to kiss you again—slow and deep and full of affection.

“Good,” he says against your lips. “Because next time I want you to talk even more. Want to hear every filthy thing that goes through your head while I’m holding you open and watching you take me.”

You laugh breathlessly, already feeling the heat spark again at the promise in his voice “Deal,” you whisper. “But only if you keep telling me how pretty I look the whole time.”

His eyes darken again, playful and hungry all at once “Baby,” he says, voice dropping low, “I’ll never stop.”

[darkeralmond]

ou this is sexc

[linaaawrites]

I know Father’s Day passed but can you write Arber with reader who lost her father at 15-16 unexpectedly. It’s been years since that and she acts like she’s used to it and completely fine but grief never really goes away

The Quiet Weight of Missing

pairing: Arber Xhekaj x female reader

description: You struggle alone through Father's Day years after losing your dad until Arber sees through your carefully constructed facade.

TW: Grief, loss of a parent, emotional vulnerability, mention of death, established relationship.

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The sun streams through your bedroom window on Father's Day morning, but you feel none of its warmth. You've been awake for hours, watching the digital numbers on your alarm clock change while Arber sleeps peacefully beside you, his soft snores the only sound in the early morning quiet.

"Morning," he murmurs, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist as he stirs. "What time is it?"

"Early," you reply, turning to press a kiss against his stubbled jaw. "Go back to sleep."

He blinks his eyes open, studying your face in the dim light. "You okay? You look tired."

"Didn't sleep well," you lie, forcing a smile. "Just one of those nights."

Arber's thumb strokes your side gently. "Bad dreams?"

You shake your head, sitting up before he can see the truth in your eyes. "Just restless. I'm going to make coffee."

In the kitchen, you methodically prepare the coffee maker, your movements precise and practiced. You've had years to perfect this, the art of pretending everything is normal on the one day of the year when it feels anything but.

"Hey," Arber's voice comes from behind you as his arms wrap around your waist. "Talk to me."

You turn in his embrace, forcing another smile. "About what? I'm fine."

"You're not," he says softly, his brown eyes full of concern. "I know what day it is."

Your smile falters. "It's just another day, Arber. It's been years. I'm fine."

"You say that every year," he replies, his thumb stroking your cheek. "And every year, you're not."

Tears prick at your eyes, and you quickly blink them away. "Don't. Please don't make today harder than it already is."

"I'm not trying to," he says gently. "I just want to be here for you. Like you are for me."

You nod, unable to speak past the lump forming in your throat. You turn back to the coffee maker, focusing on the simple task as if your life depends on it.

"Your dad," Arber begins carefully, "he'd be proud of you, you know."

Your shoulders tense at his words. "How would you know? You never met him."

"I know you," he counters. "And I know anyone would be proud to call you their daughter."

Tears escape now, trailing down your cheeks despite your efforts to stop them. "I hate this day," you whisper, your voice cracking. "I hate that everyone posts pictures with their dads and talks about how great they are. I hate that I can't call him. I hate that he'll never see you, never know you, never…"

The words catch in your throat as sobs shake your body. Arber turns you around, pulling you against his chest as you finally let yourself cry after years of holding it in.

"Let it out," he murmurs, holding you tight as your tears soak his t-shirt. "It's okay to miss him. It's okay to be sad."

"I miss him so much," you sob against his chest. "Some days it feels like it just happened. Other days it feels like a lifetime ago. But the missing… that never goes away."

"I know," he says softly, rocking you gently. "I can't imagine what it's like, but I see how strong you are every day. How you carry this with you and still manage to be the most caring person I know."

You pull back slightly, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "I'm not strong. I'm just good at pretending."

"That's not true," he insists, cupping your face in his hands. "Strength isn't about not feeling pain. It's about feeling it and still getting up every day. Still loving, still living. That's you."

A fresh wave of tears falls as you lean into his touch. "I just wish I could talk to him one more time. Tell him about you, about my life. Ask for his advice…"

"What would he say?" Arber asks gently.

You think for a moment, a small smile forming through your tears. "He'd probably tell me I'm being too dramatic, that life goes on. Then he'd ask if you make me happy and if I said yes, he'd approve."

Arber smiles too. "And do I make you happy?"

"So happy," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Sometimes it hurts how happy you make me, because he's not here to see it."

"He sees you," Arber says softly. "I'm sure of it."

You nod, letting yourself believe it. "Can we just stay here today? Forget about the world outside?"

"Whatever you need," he replies, kissing your forehead. "We can do whatever you want."

Later that afternoon, you sit curled up on the couch, your head in Arber's lap as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. You've spent the day talking, sharing memories of your dad, your favorite moments, the things you miss most.

"He taught me how to skate," you say softly. "On that frozen pond behind our house. I was terrible, kept falling, but he never got frustrated. Just kept helping me up until I finally got it."

Arber smiles. "Sounds like a good teacher."

"The best," you agree. "He'd love watching you play. He was a hockey fan too."

"I wish I could've met him," Arber says sincerely.

"I wish you could've too," you sigh, sitting up to face him. "He would've liked you. A lot."

"Yeah?" Arber grins. "Why's that?"

"Because you're good," you say simply. "And he always said that's what matters most, not being the best, but being good. To people, to the world, to yourself."

Arber's expression softens. "That's exactly what my dad taught me too."

"See?" you smile, leaning in to kiss him gently. "You're more alike than you think."

As the day fades into evening, you find yourself feeling lighter than you have in years. The grief is still there, always will be, but it's not quite so heavy today.

"Thank you," you say softly, your head resting on Arber's shoulder as you watch the sunset through the window. "For today. For seeing through my bullshit."

"Always," he replies, kissing the top of your head. "That's what partners do, right? See each other, even when we're trying to hide."

You nod, closing your eyes as you breathe in his comforting scent. "I love you."

"I love you too," he says, his arms tightening around you. "More than you know.

[darkeralmond]

💔💔💔

so heartbreaking but beautiful

[hockeyduck]

i was just thinking about this,,, normally dom!will and sub!mack getting high with their stoner gf for the first time and mack gets more subby and whiny while will is still kinda dom for mack but becomes slightly more subby for you. i don’t know how to explain it but its giving me TINGLES

Haze - WM271

Switch!Will Smith Hockey x sub!Macklin Celebrini x dom!girlfriend!reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, daddy kink, polyamorous relationship, threesome, dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, drug use, weed

Word Count: 2.9k

You were sitting on the floor with your legs crossed, your back against the couch, your hands running through the fluffy rug underneath you. Your boyfriends sat on either side of you, Mack on your right, his body facing you, and Will on your left, his arm stretched out on the couch behind you.

The three of you just finished smoking, something you did often but that the boys hadn't tried before. They had been wanting to do this with you for weeks now and you couldn't wait to see how they would react to the drug.

You looked over at Macklin, who was slumped forward, his head seemingly already feeling heavy. The sight made you smile, you looked back at Will and pointed at Mack. The older boy burst into laughter at the sight of his boyfriend looking like he had no control over his own head.

Mack's head snapped up at the sound of both of you laughing, "what?" He was pouting now, looking between you guys, "what's so funny?"

"You," Will announced, pointing at him.

You noticed the way Mack's red eyes started tearing up, the pout on his lips intensifying.

"Oh, baby," you held your arms open, "come here, sweetie."

He crawled over into your arms, sniffling and tucking himself against you.

"Don't be a baby, Macklin," Will scolded, still laughing.

The words made Mack whimper and hide his face in your neck.

"Hey," you turned to the other boy, your voice firm, "be nice."

Will shrunk under your stern command, an unusually uncertain look on his face, "o-okay. I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes glossy and half lidded now.

"Good boy," you praised, watching his face closely to see his reaction.

You were surprised by the little nod he gave, the way he allowed you to assert that dominance over him. Will was usually the most dominant one in this relationship, he usually took charge over both you and Macklin. So it was new for you to now be in charge of both of the boys, but you could see the way the weed was affecting both of them. Your own head felt a little fuzzy now, but you were used to this feeling, you loved being at this state of your high.

"Mommy," Mack's whisper caught you by surprise, you'd almost forgotten he was even there, and that name was something he'd only called you a select few times in the past.

"Yeah, baby?" you asked.

"'M hungry," he whined, gripping at your shirt.

You smiled, of course he would get the munchies, "what do you wanna eat?" He shrugged, so you looked over to the other boy, "are you hungry?"

Will shrugged too, "Mack, baby, do you want something sweet?" he asked, his voice slower than usual, "I think there's still cookies from when we baked the other day."

You watched him as he spoke, surprised by the way he was still taking on a caring role towards Mack despite not acting that way towards you right now.

Macklin looked at Will with wide eyes, "cookies?"

Will nodded, "I think so."

"Go see if there are some left, baby," at your words, Will stood up and shuffled into the kitchen. 

You spent the next few minutes playing with Mack's hair, listening to his steady breathing. When Will came back, he was holding a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, which he set on the coffee table.

"Here, Mackie," he said softly, then turned to you, "I could only carry one glass of milk, do you want one too, mommy?"

The name made you freeze completely, Will had never called you that. You almost questioned him, asked where this side of him suddenly came from, but you didn't want to upset him or make him feel like he wasn't allowed to call you that. So you kept a soft smile on your face and responded to him.

"Yes please, baby."

He smiled at you then turned back to the kitchen. Mack watched him walk away, then looked back up at you.

"He called you mommy," he whispered like it was a secret. 

"Mhm," you nodded.

"He's allowed to do that?" Mack's voice was so soft and genuinely curious it made you want to melt. 

"Of course he is. You call me that sometimes, why can't Will?"

"I guess it's okay," a smile grew on his face, "it's just a little silly," and suddenly he was in a fit of giggles.

You laughed too, though not quite as hard as Macklin did, "it's not silly, it's just different," you told him through your laughs. You noticed Will coming back into the room, so you pushed Mack to sit up, "don't laugh at him. He brought you cookies, you should be saying thank you."

"Here, mommy," Will set one glass of milk in front of you then sat down and put his own in front of him.

"Thank you, baby," you kissed his forehead, scooting closer to the table. 

"Thank you..." Mack giggled, "daddy."

 "You're welcome."

For the next few minutes, the three of you just sat together and ate your milk and cookies. Both of the boys seemed to lean against you more and more with each passing second until you had a big hockey player completely pressed to each side of you. You loved this, your two strong hockey player boyfriends looking so small and gentle.

When the cookies and milk were gone, you shifted, starting to pick things up off of the table, but Will sat up quickly and took everything from your hands, "I got it."

You let him take it from you, watching as he took it all to the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, you looked back down at Mack who seemed to have been watching Will go too.

"How you feeling, baby?" you asked, pushing his hair back from his forehead so you could get a good look at his heavy lidded eyes that were very pretty when they were so red and glossy. 

"He's so pretty," he whispered to you, a seemingly uncontrollable smile spread on his face.

You laughed softly, "you think Will's pretty?"

He nodded.

"Me too," you whispered back as if it was a secret. 

Macklin giggled, "I wanna kiss him."

You smiled at him, "you can kiss him," you assured him, "I think he'd really like that."

"Really?" Mack's eyes lit up, there seemed to be genuine wonder in them, you would think he didn't get to kiss Will all the time. 

"Yeah, baby," you nodded, "when he comes back."

You watched him as he started giggling and nuzzling into your chest. Your fingers ran through his hair until you heard Will's footsteps approaching. When you looked over at him, you noticed the way he was swaying slightly as he walked.

He sat back down next to you, his head resting on your shoulder and his hands immediately moving to the fluffy rug beneath you, seemingly entranced by it. You smiled, then looked back at the younger boy, only to find him staring at Will with the same look of amazement that Will had while looking at the rug. The sight made you giggle and you poked Mack in the side, trying to quietly remind him of what he said he wanted to do. 

He just looked up at you, his eyes suddenly wide and nervous.

"Go ahead," you encouraged him quietly.

There was a moment of hesitation before he took a deep breath and spoke, "Will?"

His head snapped up to look at him, "yeah, Mackie?"

"Um, can I kiss you?" he asked with a blush.

Will smiled and nodded, "c'mere."

Macklin crawled across you and settled into Will's lap, who wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in to kiss the blushing boy. You watched happily, your head feeling even fuzzier now. Your eyes focused on where their lips connected, then where Will's hands gripped Mack's waist, and where Mack's hips squirmed in Will's lap. You felt a familiar heat spreading through you and you shifted closer to them, reaching out to run your fingers through the older boy's curls. 

He whined into the kiss before pulling back to look at you, "mommy," he whispered, which made Mack's head turn toward you too.

"My good boys," you smiled dreamily. 

They both blushed at the praise, watching your face as if awaiting your next words. Will was leaning into your touch like an animal being pet, but his hands were firm and steadying on Macklin's waist. Mack was just leaning into his chest, letting himself be held, which was a familiar sight. 

"Is he making you feel good, baby?" you asked.

Mack nodded in response, his hand instinctively gripping onto Will's shirt as if he was a toy that he was afraid you were going to take away from him. 

You just sat there, looking between them for a moment, considering the situation. You weren't used to being in charge of both of them. Sure, Macklin was always more submissive, but Will was usually dominant with both of you, allowing you to just follow his instructions most of the time. Now, it seemed that you were expected to be giving the instructions. 

"Do you wanna make him feel good too?"

Mack's response was another nod, this one completely frantic and enthusiastic. 

"C'mon," you stood up, taking the younger boy's hand to help him stand.

He immediately fell into you, wrapping his arms around your waist. With a jerk of your head, you motioned for Will to stand too, letting him follow behind as you guided Macklin to the bedroom. 

In the bedroom, you pointed Will toward the bed, "sit down."  

He did as you said and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Okay, baby," you rubbed Mack's back, "I want you to get on your knees," you nudged him toward where the other boy was sitting. 

Will smiled as Mack approached him and sunk to his knees between his legs. Once Mack was settled, he looked back at you for instruction.

"Pull his pants down, baby, take his dick out."

With just a slight hesitation, he slipped his fingers into Will's waistband and pulled his sweats and boxers down, revealing his already hard dick.

"Now grab it," you instructed him, "hold him at the base and take the tip into your mouth."

Once again, he did exactly as you said, sucking happily on the head of Will's cock. 

"Good," you said after a few seconds, "start moving your head, take more of him," you all knew that Macklin already knew how to suck dick, you didn't need to teach him, but you told him what to do anyway. 

Will groaned, his hand moving to Mack's hair.

"Is he making you feel good?" you asked Will, moving closer to them. 

He nodded in response, another groan falling from his lips.

"Tell him," you ordered, "let him know how good he's doing."

He grunted and gripped Macklin's hair tighter, "good boy," his voice wass strained and breathless, "feels good, baby."

You could see the way Mack reacted to the praise, his glossy eyes staring up at Will as he increased his efforts.

"Yeah, that's it," you sank to the floor behind him, your hands slipping under his shirt to run over his abdomen and chest while you started kissing his neck. You could hear him whining around Will's length, which made the older boy grunt.

"So good, babe," his thumb brushed Mack's cheek.

You watched Will closely, and as soon as it looked like he was getting close to the edge, you tapped Macklin's jaw, "that's enough, baby."

"No," Will whined at the loss, "keep going, baby," he tried to tell Mack, "mommy, please."

You pressed your hand to Mack's chest, pulling him back against you so he knew he didn't need to listen to Will.

"It's okay, baby," you kissed his temple, "you did a good job," you leaned forward, across Mack, so you could reach Will's dick. You pressed a kiss to his tip and looked up at him through heavy eyes, "we're not done." Then you turned your attention back to the boy in your arms, "let's get your clothes off."

He stood up with you and let you strip him until he was naked while Will sat on the bed and watched, his eyes taking in every newly exposed inch of skin on his body.

"Go sit against the headboard," you told the younger boy.

He scrambled onto the bed and settled against the headboard, his hands immediately gripping the sheets under him to stop himself from touching himself without permission. 

You turned your attention to Will, "c'mere."

Once he was in front of you, you took his clothes off too, and just like Will had watched Mack, Mack was now watching Will. You noticed the way Mack's head had slumped back against the headboard, and suddenly he was giggling. Will's head whipped around to look at him.

"What's he laughing at?"

"He's just giggly cause he's high," you assured him.

"Oh," a second passed and then Will was giggling too, his weight now leaning completely against you, your body the only thing keeping him from falling over. 

"Okay, silly boys," you smiled, guiding Will over to the bed where he sat down next to the other boy, "should I take my clothes off or would you two rather watch a funny movie and go to sleep?"

They both stopped giggling then and looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

"Take yours off too, please," Will said.

"Want you, mommy," Mack whined.

You smiled and quickly undressed yourself. The boys watched as you got naked and climbed onto the bed in front of them. You looked between them, considering your options. Finally, you decided on straddling Will's lap.

You sank down onto his dick and Mack watched with admiring, hopeful eyes. Will whined and grabbed onto your waist, his head falling back against the headboard. 

Once you were fully seated, you reached over and took Macklin's dick into your hand, jerking him off at the same pace you used to start bouncing on Will's length. It was music to your ears the way both of your boyfriends were moaning for you.

You kept up with the same rhythm for a while, until Will's moans got higher pitched, his grip on you tightening.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" you asked.

He nodded, "please, mommy."

You let go of your hold on Mack so you could put both your hands on Will's chest and brace yourself as your movements sped up. 

"Go ahead, honey," you encouraged him, "cum for me."

With a loud moan, Will came, pumping his cum inside of you until his body went slack. He laid there panting, a soft whine slipping from his lips when you pulled off of him. 

Mack was still watching you with half lidded eyes, which lit up with excitement as you moved into his lap.

"Hi, baby," you smiled, a little giggle escaping you.  

"Hi, mommy," he responded with a blush.

His cock was hard and leaking against his abs, so without much pretense, you lined him up with your entrance and sank down onto his length. Will turned his body toward the two of you so he was laying on his side right next to Mack. As you set a steady rhythm moving up and down on Macklin's dick, Will kept a hand on your hip, gently caressing your skin. At the same time, he leaned over and started kissing the younger boy's neck, pulling cute little whimpers from him.

"You feeling good, baby?" you asked Mack, who now had one hand fisted in the sheets and one gripping Will's shoulder.

He nodded frantically, and you could tell he was trying to get out a verbal response, but it came out as another high pitched whine.

"Good boy," Will praised him as he kissed along his collarbone, "let mommy make you feel good."

“Y-yes, daddy,” he responded between moans.

It wasn't long before you felt Mack's cock twitching inside you and you knew he would cum soon. Will seemed to notice too, because his hand on your hip moved down until his thumb came in contact with your clit. 

"Oh," you moaned, bracing yourself against Mack's chest. 

"Mommy," Macklin whined, the sight of you feeling so much pleasure only spurring his own pleasure on, "please."

You nodded, unable to form words, trying to focus on keeping your movements steady. Will kept a steady pressure on your clit, rubbing small, firm circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. His other hand laced through Mack's hair as he encouraged the boy.

"You gonna cum for us, baby?" he asked him.

The sound of Will's deep voice seemed to be all Mack needed. He moaned loudly and spilled into you, his cum adding to the mess Will had already made inside you.

The feeling of Mack pulsing inside you combined with Will's persistent touch on your clit pushed you over the edge next. You fell forward onto Mack's chest, completely breathless as the pleasure washed over you in waves. 

It was a long time after that before any of you spoke. But once you did, it didn't take much time at all for the boys to find their places laying on your chest. You pressed kisses to both of their foreheads, praising them quietly until they drifted off to sleep.

A/N - this one’s so long and I feel like it’s kind of all over the place but it took me a long time so I hope you like it lol

[darkeralmond]

and they said the effiel tower was only in paris…

[estellaspearls]

Mack being sus and having an argument w reader ik its supe early bit kinda like angst w reader and will (maybe later) in will smith x fem!celebrini!reader

finding out | w. smith

will smith x fem!celebrini!reader

summary- a pregnancy scare was not how you envisioned telling your twin brother about you and wills secret relationship

warnings- mentions/talks of sex, secret relationship, pregnancy scare, throwing up (once)

request status / open

celebrini!r masterlist

for what felt like the millionth morning, you were leaning over your toilet emptying your already empty stomach out. you groaned, flushing the toilet, and standing to brush your teeth.

mack appeared in the doorway with an eyebrow raise, “again?” you nodded back to your twin brother in response while scrubbing your mouth harder, trying to erase the awful taste in your mouth. “jesus, it’s like the hundredth time.”

you spit your toothpaste out, “yeah no shit mack.”

“maybe you should see a doctor.” he suggested, now leaning on the doorframe.

“really? a doctor?” you questioned, wiping your mouth on a towel.

“yeah, what if you have, like, a stomach ulcer.” you rolled your eyes at mack before he continued, “or worse, what if you’re pregnant.” mack laughed, but you froze.

your stomach dropped. pregnant. holy shit. what if you were pregnant. i mean you and will were careful, but not that careful.

you snapped out of it before mack could notice your pause, “you’re full of shit mack, i’m fine.” you brushed past him, quickly walking to your room and shutting the door.

the minute you were inside of your room was when your breathing quickened, your hands shook while you reached for your phone. you stopped yourself before you could hit the call button on wills contact. you should tell will. no you shouldn’t. you weren’t actually pregnant, you didn’t know for sure.

you decided you’d take a test, alone, then find out what you’d do.

two hours later, you were sitting on the closed toilet lid, leg bouncing up and down while you waited the two minutes. you had about a million thoughts running through your head, you were not ready to be a mom. hell you and will haven’t even told anyone about your relationship. what if you were pregnant and will didn’t want anything to do with it? no. will wouldn’t do that, but what if-

your thoughts were cut off by your timer going off on your phone. you took a breathe before reaching for the test,

negative.

you practically ran a lap around the apartment in excitement, now you didn’t even have to tell will about any of this. you quickly cleaned up the area in the bathroom, not even thinking properly, making the horrible god awful decision to simply throw the test in the trash.

mack returned home from evening skate later on, bringing take out food home with him. you skipped into the kitchen, grabbing impatiently for your food.

“you’re welcome.” mack sarcastically remarked at you digging into your food. you mumbled a thanks through your chews. “hopefully that won’t make you sick, i’m gonna shower real quick.” mack was already halfway inside the bathroom by the time he finished his sentence while you nodded along.

ten minutes later mack came bursting out of the bathroom, already yelling your name. you set your fork down, mid bite of your dinner.

“do you want to tell me what in the hell this is?” mack was already slamming the test down on the table before you could even ask what he was talking about.

your first thought was to maybe cry, or panic, but you composed yourself. “what? you suggested i could be pregnant. i took a test, and obviously it was negative.”

mack’s face twisted into a look you knew he got when he was suspicious of you. “why would you even think you’d be pregnant? last time i checked you weren’t dating anyone.”

you sighed, thinking of an excuse but your ringing phone that sat on the kitchen table interrupted you. wills contact lighting up your screen at his phone call.

“whys will calling you?” mack was now even more confused, his lips twisting to a frown.

you immediately declined the call, “i don’t know, just ignore the test, it was basically a joke.”

mack sat there, looking at you for a minute, like he was trying to read your mind with twin telepathy by staring at you. your phone buzzed again, wills texts now appearing. right as you went to grab your phone, mack grabbed it first.

“mack! what the hell! that’s my phone!” you tried grabbing for it, but mack pulled it away before his face completely changed emotions.

“why is will, my best friend, calling you, my twin sister, baby and asking if you want to come over?” mack’s anger slowly sounded through his words while he held the phone towards you, so you could see the text. “is this why you two have been acting so weird? you two are hooking up? that’s why you took that pregnancy test? because you were actually worried?”

your annoyance softened at mack’s tone, which now sounded upset and confused. “mack listen, it’s not just a hook up. we love each other.”

“he’s my best friend and you’re my twin, why didn’t you two tell me?” mack’s voice still sounded the same, upset and confused.

“i mean we didn’t tell anyone.” you tried reasoning with a slight joke but his lips didn’t even twitch, “we didn’t want you to be mad, or think we were just doing this for sex. we really do love each other mack.”

mack’s face finally softened, understanding seeping into him. “you mean this isn’t some bullshit off and on thing? you two are actually together? and actually love each other?”

you nodded, “it’s a real relationship, and we really do love each other, i promise.”

“how long has this been going on?” mack asked, furrowing his brows. “had to have only been for like a couple weeks, right?”

you sucked in a breath at that, “since sam’s party.”

mack’s jaw fell open, “since sam’s party? like the one that happened almost a year ago?”

you nodded, “but we didn’t tell anyone! which means you can’t tell anyone, because nobody else knows yet.”

“fine, but you should tell mom and dad soon. also maybe the public since everyone’s been going crazy in you and wills comment sections.”

you laughed at that, “maybe soon.”

mack laughed too before turning serious once more, “i want you to know i’m happy for you two, really i am. if he makes you happy and you make him happy, i’m good.”

you couldn’t help it and leaped across the table, giving your twin a strong hug, “thanks mack.”

finally, the awful weight of you and wills secret was off your shoulders. not to mention the story time you had for will tonight.

este speaks / ok so i randomly got the inspiration to write this at two am so i’m sorry if this sucks😬

i wanted to have mack actually find out about their relationship sooner than later so i did tweak this request a little butttt

also i do want to write angst with reader & will but i’m out of ideas ☹️ maybe it’ll come to me in a dream

[darkeralmond]

wait this is tea 😭

i love this premise sm omg

[bambi-onice17]

Hey I think I read the line “you know I’d pick you every time right” in something of yours, if not ignore that I must be thinking of something else sorry, but it got me thinking of something where reader gets jealous and insecure of will’s past very public relationship(s). Especially because ppl still make edits of him with his ex or post comments about missing them together. Maybe will runs into his ex and reader tries hard not to think about it or be upset but it gets to her and he can tell something is off. Once she finally tells him what’s wrong he reminds her that he’d pick her every time :))

Yes, that was in something of mine haha (this). This fic is similar to the previous one, but kind of the reverse. Happy reading <3 2.4k words

It'll Always Be You

You're curled up on the couch after dinner, while Will showers down the hall after practice. Your phone is balanced against your knee while you mindlessly scroll. One hockey edit, you scroll. Another, scroll. A game clip, scroll. Then; an old video. Will laughing, his arm around someone else. His ex, you think. You never met her, they didn’t have a falling out or anything, from what you’d heard it just…didn’t work. 

You make the mistake of opening the comments; 

they should've been endgame :( 

I miss them together ngl

he looked happier then…no hate to his new girl

they were perfectttt together, I miss this era

Your stomach drops before you can stop it, you keep scrolling and scrolling through hundreds of comments before you close the app and turn your phone off. 

You know better, you know that was years ago. He’s with you now, he loves you and you know that, but seeing other people’s opinions of his past relationship that was seemingly better than yours…made you feel awful. 

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It doesn't stop at the one TikTok and the comments. It’s like all of your algorithms are suddenly compiling everything about Will’s ex-girlfriend and shoving it in your face. 

Someone tagging him in an old picture of the two of them during summer break a few years ago. A TikTok edit that pops onto your feed. 

Instagram comments underneath one of his recent posts; 

Wrong girlfriend

Still waiting for him to go back to his ex…

she’ll never compare tbh

You never tell him you’re seeing any of it, you just keep blocking accounts. You keep hitting “not interested” on different posts. And trying to pretend that it doesn’t bother you. 

It isn’t that you don't trust Will, you trust him completely. It’s everyone else you don’t trust, because his past wasn’t private. So much of that relationship happened online, people watched it, and talked about it, picked sides when they broke up. And somehow, even though it’s been years and both parties have moved on, they still haven’t let it go. 

You hate yourself for caring, because you’ve never been the jealous type. Jealousy is a normal emotion to feel, but not to this degree, especially when you know everything is fine between you and Will. 

You’ve never wanted to control who he talks to or where he goes or who he used to date. Everyone has a past, you know that, but sometimes your brain whispers the same awful question. What if I'm only here because she isn't?

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Will notices something's wrong a few days before he knows why. You’re still laughing, you’re still kissing him goodbye before practice, you tell him you love him. Nothing really changes. 

What he notices is different is that you don’t quite look at him the same. You seem quieter like you do when you disappear into your own head. He catches you staring off at nothing more than once, and whenever he asks if you’re okay, you smile too quickly. 

“Mhm,” you’ll hum. Too quickly, in a way that seems rehearsed and not genuine. 

The first time it happens he lets it go, but the second time he knows something is really off. 

The second time happens after a home game at SAP Center. 

You're waiting outside the family entrance, and coming out of the tunnel Will spots you immediately, like he always does. 

He grins and starts making his way towards you. Then you see him turn, like someone else caught his attention. At first you think it might be someone who works for the team needing to tell him something, but then your eyes follow him to see who’s talking to him. 

You don't recognize her at first. She’s pretty. Blonde. You’re fairly sure she isn’t someone who works for the team. 

Then it clicks. She’s the girl in all the videos you keep seeing, all the old pictures. 

She smiles at him, he smiles back. They hug, it’s short, friendly. Maybe three seconds, not that you’re counting. You watch them exchange a few words before they both laugh, and your stomach sinks. 

Will talks to her for another thirty seconds before he says goodbye and immediately walks over to where you’re standing in the corner of the room. 

“There you are,” he says, smiling, reaching for you. He leans down to kiss you. You kiss him back. When you pull away you smile at him, tell him good game. 

Everything is normal. Except he notices your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He isn’t worried about it, he thinks you might just be tired since it was a late game, and he figures you’re just ready to go home. 

On the drive home, he's talking about something Macklin was saying during warmups that made him laugh. You’re just nodding along, listening. Trying to listen, that is. You can’t really focus on what he’s saying because your thoughts keep replaying that hug. The laughing, how comfortable they both looked. They looked like people who’d once really known each other, and you think maybe not all of that has faded away over time. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Will asks, breaking your train of thought. 

“Hm?”

“You’ve been quiet,” he says, concern in his tone. 

You just shrug and use the first excuse that comes to mind, “I’m tired.”

"You haven’t said much the whole time, you sure you’re alright?” 

You sigh, “I’m just listening.”

He studies you for another second, but doesn’t push. He knows something is off but he doesn’t want to push you to talk to him about what’s bothering you. 

Meanwhile you hate that you're acting like this, because he hasn’t done anything. He just hugged someone he used to know, that’s it. That’s completely normal. 

Which makes it even more confusing to you why you’re sitting on the edge of the tub in the bathroom, trying not to cry over something that you know is completely irrational. 

You don’t realize he’s standing in the doorway until he talks. 

“Baby,” he says softly, noticing your unusual behavior. 

You look up too quickly, your eyes are already red, they burn from the tears you refuse to let fall. 

“Oh,” you say. You wipe at your eyes. “I’m fine.”

He sighs softly. “No you’re not,” he says as he walks into the bathroom and stands in front of you. 

He crouches in front of you, bringing his hands to rest carefully on your knees. “What happened?” he asks gently. 

“Nothing,” you say immediately. 

He waits, and you just keep staring at the tile floor. 

Another minute passes, and finally, “It was...seeing her,” you say. 

He doesn’t respond right away, so you keep talking. 

“I know it shouldn’t matter. I know that it doesn’t matter, because I trust you.” 

He reaches for your hand, and you let him take it. 

“But?” he coaxes, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. 

You laugh through another tear. “But…I don’t know. I just—” your voice breaks. “I keep seeing people online talking about how much they miss you together. How perfect she was for you. I see videos of the two of you all the time, I see comments. I block people and I try to get it off my feed but it just keeps coming up.” 

You sniff hard, embarrassed now to be admitting all of this. “And then seeing you hug her today just,” you shake your head, “It made everything worse.” 

Will goes completely still. “What comments?” he asks, his voice firm. Not in anger but protective. 

You hesitate. “You don't read them?” 

He shakes his head, “No. I stopped reading comments years ago.” 

Your brows knit together and you look up at him, still kneeling in front of you. “You did?” you question, your voice becoming more solid now. 

He huffs, a small smile appearing on his face. “Yeah,” he says, “They’re brutal. Didn’t seem worth it to look at all of ‘em.” He squeezes your hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to sound insecure,” you admit. 

“You don’t.” 

You immediately deny him, “I do.”

“You don’t.”

You look away. “I feel ridiculous,” you say quietly. 

He shakes his head immediately. “No, you don’t get to call yourself ridiculous.”

Another tear slips down your face. “I know you had a life before me, I’m not asking for all that to go away. And I’m definitely not upset that you dated other people.” 

He nods, completely understanding your feelings, “I know.” 

Your voice gets smaller when you say, “What if people are right?”

His forehead wrinkles, and he cranes his neck to try and look you in the eye again. “What?”

“What if she was better for you? What if everyone sees something I don’t? What if one day you wake up and realize they were right, and—”

His voice isn’t loud when he cuts you off before you can keep rambling. “Hey,” he says softly, sliding closer until he’s kneeling between your legs, both his hands cupping your face now. “No, we’re not doing that.” 

Your eyes fill again.

“I’m serious,” Will continues, “You don’t get to finish that sentence.” 

Your breath shakes as you try and protest, “But—”

“No,” Will says, wiping your tears. “I don’t care what strangers think online, I don’t care what old photos are reposted—even if it’s rude that they repost them—I don’t care who misses what, because no matter what I chose you.” 

You close your eyes. “But you loved her,” you say, your voice impossibly small. 

He nods slightly, “I did,” he says honestly. 

Your heart hurts when the words come out of his mouth, then he keeps talking. “And then it ended. It ended because it wasn’t right. She and I weren’t right.” 

His thumb strokes your cheek, and now he’s smiling as he says, “And then I met you. You. my favorite person, my best friend, the girl I couldn’t stop thinking about the moment I met her, the one I fell in love with completely and totally like I haven’t with anyone else before.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I just don’t know how to compete with history,” you admit. 

His expression immediately softens. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his heart breaking completely at your words. “You were never supposed to. There isn’t a competition, there never has been.” 

“You know what happened when I saw her today?” Will asks. 

You shake your head. “I thought ‘Huh, hope she’s doing well’ and then I saw you across the room, and I couldn’t wait to get over to you.” 

You search his face. “Really?”

He almost laughs. “Really,” he repeats. “I hugged her because she’s someone I used to know, because it’s polite to do that, I think. I ran over to you and kissed you because you’re the woman I love,” he leans in to kiss your cheek, “They’re not the same thing,” he says as he pulls away to look at you again. 

Your shoulders finally start relaxing. “I hate that this got to me,” you whisper. “I feel awful for thinking all these things. I don’t want to be jealous.” 

“I know, baby,” he says, and he kisses your forehead. “But you weren’t jealous because of her. You were hurt because people made you feel like you had something to prove.”

Your lips part, but no words come out, because that’s exactly it. 

“So listen to me,” he says confidently. “I don’t wake up wishing for my past, I wake up next to you. I don’t think about old relationships, because why would I? I think about you, whether you’ve eaten lunch, if you’re warm enough, what movie we’re watching tonight, if I should pick up more of those sparkling waters you like on my way home.” 

A watery laugh escapes you, and he smiles, but quickly grows serious again. 

“You know what my future looks like?”

You blink, your eyes wide. “What?”

“You,” he says, “Every version of you that I love so much. The tired one, the anxious one, the happy one, every version of you I love. Even if you’ve convinced that strangers on the internet know what’s best for me.” 

That makes you smile sheepishly. 

He kisses your nose.

“I’d pick you.”

Another kiss, this time to the corner of your eye. 

“Every single time.”

A kiss to your cheek. 

“If I lived a hundred lives, I’d still find my way back to you.” 

The tears come harder this time, but now they don’t hurt, they’re just tears of relief. 

“I’m sorry,” you manage. 

He immediately shakes his head. “You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” 

“I didn’t want to seem crazy, I didn’t want you thinking I was comparing myself or trying to make you feel guilty,” you sniffle. 

“You didn’t,” he says. He wraps both arms around you, pulling you completely into his lap in the middle of the cold bathroom floor. Your face disappears against his neck, and his hand rubs circles over your back. 

“You know what?” he asks, holding you against him. 

“Hm?”

“I’m deleting social media for a while.”

You lift your head. “What?”

He shrugs, “I don’t need it.”

Your brows furrow, “You do for hockey.”

“I’ll post when I have to,” he says, dismissing it. 

“The rest?”

He kisses your temple. “Not worth letting strangers make the love of my life cry.”

Fresh tears spill onto your cheeks when he says that. “You keep saying things like that,” your voice shaky. 

“What things?” he asks. 

“That I’m the love of your life,” you say cautiously. 

He smiles down at you, “Because it’s true.”

You study him for a long moment before you sigh and sink into him more, his arms tightening around you. “I still worry,” you say. “And I’ll probably worry again, and you’ll probably have to remind me again.” 

He smiles softly against your hair, “I know, I’ve got time.”

You laugh quietly, your tears allowing now. “I love you,” you whisper. 

He kisses you once, soft, slow. “I love you more,” he whispers against your mouth. 

“You always say that,” you tell him. 

“Because I always mean it, baby,” he says easily. 

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Later that night, you're curled against him in bed. Your thigh between his, your head on his collarbone, his fingers lazily tracing patterns over your back. 

Half asleep, you whisper into the darkness, “You’d really pick me every time?”

He doesn't even hesitate. “In every lifetime.” He presses one last kiss into your hair. “And if I needed to, I’d spend every single one convincing you there was never anyone else I’d rather come home to. It’ll always be you.” 

requests are open 💕 How I'm looking at writing requests now is just whatever inspires me, whereas previously I was trying to do them in the order they were submitted. Now I'm going solely off of vibes :)

[darkeralmond]

this is so cuteeee

[scelebrini]

Jakub dobes perhaps… being all sensitive and needing you to ride him perchance… so lost in the sauce he forgets to pull out please…

JD75.||jakub dobeš.

smut.

needy jakub.

“Mmmm, please,” Jakub whined desperately, his cock standing tall and hard in front of me as he sat propped against the headboard.

“You have hands, baby,” I said, offering a playful smile while watching him struggle to keep his composure.

“But you’re better,” he reached out to me, his voice strained and his thick Czech accent tangling around his words. I crawled over to him on the bed, my eyes locking onto the way his swollen, pink tip glistened, with a slow trail of pre-cum sliding down the length of his shaft. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

“How can we fix this?” I asked, feigning ignorance. He let out another pained whine, his hips jerking up off the mattress in a desperate, involuntary motion. “Wow, baby. Look at you.” I murmured, watching his face scrunch up as he looked at me, his eyes wide and pleading.

I slid off the bed for a moment, kicking my bottoms aside before climbing back up. I hovered over him, planting my hands firmly on his shoulders. “Are you sure you want this?” I whispered. He nodded frantically, his eyes darting between mine, waiting for me to finally make the move.

I slowly lowered myself onto him. His pre-cum acted as the perfect lubricant, making the sensation electric as I began to move, riding him up and down. His eyes clouded over, his breathing hitching, and muffled moans spilled from his lips that he couldn't seem to control. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” I teased, my nails raking gently over the skin of his shoulders to further stimulate him.

“Y-yuh,” he managed to choke out, his voice wrecked with intensity.

Eventually, the rhythm became too much, and I grew tired of bouncing. I shifted my pace, starting to rock back and forth instead. His mouth hung slightly open, his gaze fixed intensely on mine, neither of us looking away as the friction built between us.

“Tell me when you need to cum,” I commanded, my lips trailing down to his neck, nipping softly at his skin. I felt his body begin to stiffen and tremor beneath me, his hands gripping the sheets. I pulled away just enough to press my lips to his, interlocking our fingers as the room filled with his ragged whimpers. Then, I felt it.

The sudden rush of warmth flooded deep inside me, and I gasped, breathless as I took in the reality of the moment. “Jakub... oh my god,” I exhaled, my hand flying to my mouth in shock. His eyes slammed shut as his body went limp, the tension finally leaving his limbs.

“I—I couldn't help it,” he stammered, his eyes watering with a sudden flash of guilt.

I immediately leaned down, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into a tight, comforting embrace. I didn't want him to feel bad or worry about a single thing. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” I whispered, rhythmically scratching his shoulder to soothe him. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

time to go though my requests now!!!

[darkeralmond]

this is my first time hearing abt him and im obsessed

[linaaawrites]

Can we have a game of sex dice with best friend Will?

Rolling the Dice

pairing: Will Smith x bsf!reader

description: You play a game of sex dice with your best friend Will.

TW: Smut, MDNI, oral sex (f receiving), hickeys, friends to lovers.

masterlist

You're sitting cross-legged on Will's bed, watching as he pulls a small box from his nightstand with a mischievous grin. The familiar comfort of being in his room shifts slightly when you see what's inside, a pair of dice with words that make your stomach turn.

"Sex dice," he says casually. "Thought we could make tonight interesting."

Your cheeks immediately flush crimson. "Will, we're just friends," you protest weakly.

"Best friends," he corrects, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And best friends can have fun together, right?"

You nervously twist the hem of your shirt, your heart racing at the suggestion. You've been friends with Will for years, sharing everything except your bed, well, until tonight apparently.

"I don't know," you whisper, avoiding his gaze.

"Hey," he says softly, reaching out to tilt your chin up. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. We can stop whenever you want."

The sincerity in his eyes relaxes you slightly and you find yourself nodding. "Okay," you agree. "But if I say stop, we stop."

"Deal," he promises, leaning back against the headboard. "Ladies first."

With trembling hands, you pick up the dice and roll them across the comforter. They land with a soft clatter and you lean forward to read them.

Your blush deepens when you see the words: "Kiss" and "Lips."

"Well, that's not so bad, right?" Will teases, though his voice has a slight edge to it.

You nod, leaning forward hesitantly. When your lips meet his, it's gentle at first, soft and tentative. But then Will deepens the kiss, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck and you feel a warmth spread through your body that has nothing to do with embarrassment. His tongue traces your bottom lip, seeking permission and you grant it with a soft sigh.

The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate, more urgent. Will's other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer until you're practically in his lap. Your fingers tangle in his hair as the kiss intensifies, years of unspoken desire finally finding release.

When you finally part, you're both breathing heavily. "Your turn," you manage.

Will rolls the dice and they land on "Suck" and "Neck."

You swallow hard as he moves closer, his breath warm against your skin. His lips find the sensitive spot below your ear and you gasp as he begins to suck gently, sending shivers down your spine. His mouth is hot and wet against your skin, his teeth grazing lightly before his tongue soothes the slight sting. You tilt your head to give him better access, your hands gripping his shoulders as he works his way down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"Will," you breathe, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"Still okay?" he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky.

You nod, unable to form words as he continues his ministrations, his hands roaming over your back.

The game continues, each roll pushing you further out of your comfort zone. "Nibble" and "Earlobe" has you squirming beneath him as he takes your earlobe between his teeth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. "Massage" and "Ass" has you blushing furiously as his hands knead your curves, his touch firm yet gentle.

When the dice land on "Lick" and "Inner thigh," you freeze, your breath catching in your throat.

Will notices your hesitation immediately. "We don't have to..." he starts, but you shake your head.

"It's okay," you whisper, though your heart is pounding.

A slow grin spreads across his face as he helps you lie back against the pillows. "Just relax," he murmurs, kissing his way down your body.

You gasp as his lips trail lower, his tongue tracing patterns on your stomach. When he reaches the waistband of your pants, he looks up at you, seeking permission. You nod, your cheeks flushed but your eyes dark with desire.

Slowly, he removes your pants, his eyes never leaving yours. When you're bare before him, he lets out a low whistle. "Fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his hands tracing the curves of your hips.

You watch as he positions himself between your legs, his eyes dark with hunger. When his tongue finally makes contact with your inner thigh, you whimper. His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He takes his time, licking and sucking, his teeth grazing lightly before his tongue soothes the slight sting. Each touch brings you closer to the edge, until you're trembling with need.

"Will," you gasp, your fingers clutching at the sheets. "Please."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Please what?" he asks, his voice husky.

"More," you manage, your voice barely a whisper.

He grins, lowering his head again. "As you wish."

His movements become more deliberate, his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy with renewed purpose. You feel the pressure building, coiling deep within you as Will focuses all his attention on your clit.

"Will," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue finds your most sensitive spot.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Hold still," he commands, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. "I want to make you feel good."

You try to obey, but the pleasure is overwhelming, your body arching off the bed as his tongue works its magic.

"Please," you whimper, trying to shift away from the intense stimulation. "It's too much."

"Not yet," he growls against you, his grip on your hips tightening. "Need to make you come on my tongue."

His tongue becomes more deliberate now, tracing circles around your swollen clit with maddening precision. He alternates between broad, flat strokes that cover your entire folds and pointed, focused movements that zero in on your most sensitive spot. The pressure builds impossibly fast and you arch your back, hands tangling in his hair. He responds by slipping two fingers inside you, curling them upward to find that perfect spot while his tongue works its magic.

Your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as the sensations overwhelm you. The wet sounds of his mouth against you fill the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate cries. He's relentless, sensing how close you are, his tongue flicking rapidly now as his fingers pump in and out.

Your vision blurs as pleasure washes over you in waves, each one stronger than the last. When the orgasm hits, it's explosive, your back arching off the bed as you moan his name. Will holds you through it, his mouth never leaving you, drinking in every drop of your release as you pulse against his tongue.

When he finally lifts his head, his lips glisten with your arousal and the sight sends another jolt of desire through you. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers, leaning up to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

[darkeralmond]

THIS IS GENUIS AND SO HAWT

[puckpoet]

Maybe grumpy versus sunshine from the trope list w/ Beckett sennecke??

1. Beckett was up and has been awake for hours before you woke up. He did two loads of laundry, fed the kitty cat and changed its litter box, mowed the backyard and finally, made you breakfast in bed. “Good morning sunshine!” Beckett’s heavenly voice rang through the bedroom as he walked in carrying a tray of food. “Morning.” You said groaning as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Beckett kissed your head before opening the curtains letting the sunshine lit up every inch of your face and the four walls of your shared bedroom making you huff and pout at your energetic boyfriend.

2. “What do you want to eat?” Beckett asked standing besides you as you two looked at the menu. It’s ice cream day where you and Beckett go to the local ice cream shop every Wednesday when he isn’t away. “I think I’m going to get the monster cookie dough.” He said getting his money out.

“Ew. Why? That looks nasty.” You said making a face and shaking your head.

“You and I both know you’ll have a taste of mine so don’t be so picky love.” He told you kissing your cheek making you roll your eyes.

He was right.

He always is.

3. Beckett smiled at you softly as you two sat next to each other on the couch. “I love you.” He said holding your hand in his.

You couldn’t help but to smile back at him. Your frown disappeared. “I know. I love you too.” You told Beckett kissing him gently.

“My beautiful black cat girlfriend.” He cooed kissing your face all over making you squeal and laugh.

4. One of Beckett’s teammates was throwing a party. You stood in the corner holding your drink as you observed the people around you.

“Hey.” He said kissing your cheek finally finding you after trying to for the last 10 minutes.

“Hi.” You mumbled sipping your drink and sighed.

Your social battery had died an hour ago but you knew he didn’t want to leave this early.

“Do you want to leave? I don’t mind.” He told you with a little grin kissing your forehead.

Beckett chuckled as you didn’t even hesitate to head towards the door waving goodbye to everybody.

5. You try to attend every one of Beckett’s home games as much as you possibly can. After a game, the WAGS wanted to go out to celebrate the win of the game but you weren’t feeling up to it. Normally, you’d swallow your pride to spend time with them but tonight was different. Beckett didn’t need to ask you how you felt. He just knows you all too well. Instead, you two went home, ordered DoorDash and cuddled on the couch as you guys watched a movie.

[darkeralmond]

he is so golden retriever

[minimouse02]

Hard Launch - MC

pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader

desscription: Fans go feral after Macklin finally posts you on his Instagram.

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mackcelebrini big win. now time to celebrate. 🍻

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sanjosesharks our boy and his girl! 🦈❤️

random oh my god he posted her??? I'm in SHOCK

random he's so private about his life this is HUGE

random slide 4... I'm deceased. she's unreal.

youruser stopppp 🫣

mackcelebrini never 😘

random THE CAPTION AND THE REPLY??? he's so whipped

random okay but who is she?? someone find her insta!

random found it! it's youruser! go follow her she's gorgeous!

_willsmith2 took you long enough

mackcelebrini shut up smitty

random WILL SMITH IN THE COMMENTS 😭

random the way he's holding her arm... protective much?

random the way they are laughing together is just so wholesome

random rookie of the year and best boyfriend of the year apparently

random okay but can he fight tho? asking for a friend

mackcelebrini can and will. for her.

random HELLO??? I'M SCREAMING

random HE'S SO DOWN BAD IT'S ACTUALLY SICKENING

random "for her" I'M SOBBING

random this is the most romantic thing I've ever seen

random he's not kidding he will actually fight someone

random I'm scared of him and I love it

catbtoffoli the cutestt!

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_willsmith2 successfully third wheeling 🍕

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random OH MY GOD THIS IS THE VIRAL PIC EVERYONE'S TALKING ABOUT

random THE WAY THIRD PICTURE HELLO?!!!😭

random he has eyes ONLY for her

random I've seen this 50 times today it's going viral

random "she's mine" energy is off the charts

random the way his hand is on her thigh... I'm passing away

youruser 🍕🍻 best pizza in the city!

_willsmith2 your boyfriend ignored me all night.

graceccsmith doesn't surprise me

mackcelebrini I had better things to look at.

random I'M SCREAMING HE'S SO WHIPPED

random Not Will just doing a whole photo dump of them

random third picture should be in the Louvre

random someone check on Will lmao

random MACKLIN CELEBRINI EVERYONE

random he's so down bad it's actually adorable

gabeperreault44 invite me next time

ryan.leno_4 dude you don't even live there

random the hockey bro comments are killing me

random Will is so obsessed with them and I'm living for it

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youruser my favorite person to watch 🥹 so proud of you always, my star ⭐️

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random "my star" I'M SOBBING

random she´s wearing his jersey 🥺

mackcelebrini all for you, always ❤️

random he's so in love it's actually painful

random the way he skates right to her after every game 🥺

random they're so cute it's actually unfair

random he's so lucky to have her

random she's his biggest supporter and I love that for them

random the way he looks for her in the stands after every goal 🥺

random they're relationship goals

charlie_celebrini genuine question how did my brother pull you????

mackcelebrini don’t worry i ask myself the same question everyday

charlie_celebrini at least you’re aware

youruser my charlie babyyy 😣💗

mackcelebrini☹️ what about me

random I've never shipped a couple harder

random need more content of them ASAP!

random they're perfect for each other

graceccsmith angel 😍

random prettiest girl ever! ❣️😻

random favorite wag

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mackcelebrini another night, another win. 🏒

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random HE WON AGAIN!!!

random we need a post-game interview with his girl ASAP

random the way he looked at her after the game 🥺

random I'm so proud of him!

random he's having such an amazing season!

random winning + being in love looks so good on you

sanjosesharks winning on and off the ice 😎

random I just know he loves seeing her in his jersey so much

random he's so obsessed with her and I'm living for it

youruser so proud of you!! 🥹❤️

mackcelebrini couldn't do it without you there, my love.

random I'M SOBBING

random "my love" I'M DEAD

random I've never seen a man so in love

random the way he skates right to her after every game 🥺

random Macklin u lucky man im pissed

random ya’ll literally barbie and ken irl

random MY FAVORITE COUPLEEEE

_willsmith2 mom and dad

mackcelebrini you’re older bro

[darkeralmond]

all these smau’s are so cute i love them

[bambilenny]

bf!minten texts! <3

cw: semi suggestive, lwk boring my bad😭

taglist: @smithlovn @engelsmoment @nuoctis @smittylovr @hermionesimp @banan1ca @mosseetrees @wherethezoes-at @am-271 @destinyg237 @sjujus

[darkeralmond]

THESE ARE SO REALISTIC I LOVE THIS

[darkeralmond]

Imagine Will singing for you when you can’t fall asleep

NIGHT TERRORS

will smith x reader

summary: you have trouble sleeping due to night terrors. when you wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, will wakes up and sings you back to sleep

cw: 765

wc: fluff

an: thank you so much to whoever requested this. i think this idea is so cute, and i didn’t know which will to do so i did will smith since i feel like he matches this scenario the most. requests are open!! sorry this is so short but i hope it’s still good!

Night terrors were the worst part about nighttime. Once the sun goes to bed and the moon awakes, a fear inside your mind awakes with it. You have struggled with them since you were an infant, making sleeping alone a challenge. Once the lights shut off and it was time for you to fall asleep, the horrid faces emerged from the darkness behind your eyes. Sleeping medications became your fourth meal of the night along with a glass of water to wash it down.

You learned to cope with the dreams, reminding yourself that it's all inside of your head. That they cannot hurt you. Tonight, however, the terrors were too much to bear alone. Your dreams were polluted with disturbing images and sounds that made you convulse with fear, thrashing and kicking in a means to escape. “Stop it!” You yelled into the dark abyss. “Stop it!” The echo of your screams mocked you, like it was the only one to hear your desperate cries.

You shot up in the bed, drenched in sweat and gasping. No matter how much air you breathed in, it didn’t calm your nerves. The air around you was stuffy and polluted, just like your mind.

“Y/n?” Will murmured, turning over to face you whilst rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. Once his eyes adjusted, he noticed the horrified look in your eyes. He frowned and sat up with you, inviting you into his arms. “Come here, baby.”

You fell into his arms, clinging to him desperately whilst resting your head against his bare chest.

The steady beating of his heart matched the calmness of his breaths, like a breeze from the saline ocean. “Did you have another nightmare?” he asked, his voice a low whisper.

You nodded while looking down at your fidgeting fingers. He let out a long exhale and reached over to his nightstand, grabbing his water bottle and handing it to you. “Here, drink up.” You glanced up at him, frowning. You didn’t want to make him feel like he had to baby you, you were a grown up after all, it shouldn’t be his responsibility. “Come on, y/n,” Will insisted this time.

Defeated, you took the bottle from his hands and took a sip from the straw. The water was ice cold and fresh, like scooping water from the everglades and drinking it from the palm of your hands.

“Feel better?” He asked, noticing as the tension in your body released. You nod, handing him the water bottle once again. He put it on the stand and turned his attention back to you.

Still with you in his arms, he leaned back onto the mattress, nuzzling closer to his hot, soft skin.

The room was pitch black, but you looked up at him anyway because you memorized every detail of his face. If asked to, you knew you would be able to perfect his face, even if you were asked to draw it blindfolded.

He rubbed circles against your back, calmly humming to himself. It filled your heart with a warm

tingling feeling. “Will you sing for me?” You asked timidly. It was a weird request, especially due to how old you were, but music always soothed you better than anything else. Music reaches the mind and soul the way words cannot.

“Of course, I will,” He answered without a second thought. He started singing, slow and soft. The husk and grumbles in his voice soothed you in a way you could not describe it. Each tensed muscle in your body began to loosen up and fall asleep, like a lightbulb flickering off.

It started at your feet, and as the calmness from his voice rippled up your body, it shut each muscle off and sent them to bed. Your eyes grew heavier as you battled sleep head on. Your blinks grew slower and heavier, as sleep conquered your body. His voice, a soft melodic hum, had such an effect on your body, something like a lullaby.

Being in his arms made you feel safe. You knew he would not let anything harm you, because you were his to protect. The anxiety caused by the terrors melted away with his singing, making you finally surrender as you let yourself fall asleep. You wish you could melt into Will, but you settled on snuggling him as tight as you could. The closest two human souls can be in such an intimate way. Once he finished and you were half asleep, you felt him kiss your forehead and whisper, “Good night, Y/n.”

[linaaawrites]

can u do a will smith x reader w dumbification where reader is still a college student n super stressed abt school/responsibilities to the point its neg affecting her so will decides to help her out by fucking her dumb so she can finally relax and get her mind off things,,, love ur work!!

Fuck You Stupid

pairing: Will Smith x female reader

description: Overwhelmed by college stress Will decides in order to take your mind off thinks he has to fuck you dumb.

TW: Smut, MDNI, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), dumbification, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, hand on neck once, established relationship.

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The textbook blurs in front of your eyes, the words swimming into an incomprehensible jumble of letters. It's 2 AM, your third consecutive all-nighter and your brain feels like it's been stuffed with cotton. Your laptop glows with three unfinished papers, your phone buzzes with unread emails from professors and the weight of your impending graduation presses down on your chest like a physical force.

You jump when the door clicks open, Will walking in, his hair still damp from the shower he just took.

"Still at it?" he asks, his voice soft as he approaches the table where you're buried under a mountain of books.

"I have to," you mumble, not looking up. "I'm so behind. If I don't finish this outline and study for my midterm, I'm going to fail."

Will's hands land on your shoulders, his thumbs working into the tight knots of muscle. You tense at his touch, then immediately relax, a small whimper escaping your lips.

"You're going to burn out," he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "When was the last time you slept? Drank something that wasn't coffee?"

"I'm fine," you lie, even as your body betrays you, leaning into his touch. "I just need to push through."

"No," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "What you need is to stop. You're running yourself into the ground, babe."

"I can't," you whisper, tears welling in your eyes. "There's too much to do."

Will circles the table, crouching down so he's at eye level with you. He takes your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Hey. Listen to me. School will still be there tomorrow. Your papers aren't going anywhere. But you? You're going to break if you keep this up."

"But..."

"No buts," he interrupts, his thumb stroking your cheek. "I'm taking care of you tonight. No more thinking. No more worrying. Just me and you."

You want to argue, to list all the reasons why you can't afford a break, but the exhaustion is too profound. All you can do is nod weakly as he helps you up from the chair, your legs unsteady beneath you.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, leading you toward the bedroom. "Time to turn that busy brain off for a while."

Once in the bedroom, he doesn't waste time. His lips are on yours, demanding and hungry, his hands roaming your body with purpose. You respond automatically, your body remembering what your mind is too tired to process.

"Too many thoughts in that pretty head of yours," he says against your mouth, his hands sliding under your shirt to find bare skin. "We're going to need to empty it out a bit."

You shiver as his thumbs brush against the underside of your breasts. "Will, I..."

"Shh," he interrupts, pulling your shirt over your head. "No talking from you unless it's to beg or moan. The only thing I want coming out of your mouth is my name or praise for how good I'm making you feel."

He guides you to the bed, positioning you on your back before hovering over you. "You think too much, you know that? Always analyzing, always planning. Tonight, you're not going to think at all. You're just going to feel."

His mouth finds your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin that you know will be visible tomorrow. His hands work to rid you of your remaining clothes, his touch both rough and reverent.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in your naked form. "Already so much more relaxed when you're not trying to solve all the world's problems. Just a body for me to play with. That's all you need to be right now."

His words send a jolt of arousal through you, your body responding to his dominant tone even as your mind reels. "But my papers..."

"Fuck your papers," he growls, his hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "The only thing you need to worry about is how many times I'm going to make you come before your brain is completely empty."

He shifts down your body, his mouth finding your nipples, alternating between sucking and biting until you're arching off the bed, pleasure coursing through you.

"That's it," he praises, his hand moving between your legs to find you already wet. "No more thinking about school or responsibilities. Just focus on how good this feels. Focus on me."

His fingers slide inside you, curling to find that spot that makes your toes curl. "You're already so wet for me. So desperate to be told what to do, aren't you? To have someone else make all the decisions for a while."

You can only moan in response, your hips bucking against his hand as he adds another finger, stretching you deliciously.

"Such a good girl when you're not overthinking everything," he continues, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Just a needy little thing who wants to be fucked until she can't remember her own name. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," you gasp, your hands fisting in the sheets.

A smirk plays on his lips. "That's better. See how easy it is when you don't have to think? When you just do what you're told?"

He withdraws his fingers, bringing them to your lips. "Taste yourself. See how ready you are to be fucked dumb."

You obediently open your mouth, sucking your juices from his fingers, your eyes locked with his.

"Please," you whimper when he pulls his fingers away.

"Please what?" he asks, though he knows exactly what you want.

"Please fuck me," you beg, your pride forgotten in the haze of arousal. "I need you."

"Since you asked so nicely," he says, positioning himself between your legs. He frees his cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with your entrance. "Remember, no thinking. Just feeling. Just being my pretty little fuck toy for the night."

He enters you in one smooth thrust, filling you completely. You cry out at the sudden fullness, your body arching to accommodate him.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, beginning to move. "So fucking perfect like this, all spread out and desperate for my cock."

He sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving you further into the mattress, driving all coherent thought from your mind. The only thing that exists is the feeling of him inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin and his filthy words in your ear.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks, his hand wrapping around your throat again. "Like being used like this? No responsibilities, no decisions to make. Just taking my cock like the good little girl you are."

You can only nod, your eyes rolling back as he hits that perfect spot with every thrust.

"Use your words," he demands, his grip tightening slightly. "Tell me how much you love being fucked like this."

"I love it," you gasp.

"Fuck," he growls, his pace becoming erratic. "That's all you are tonight. My perfect little pussy to use however I want."

His free hand moves to your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Show me how good it feels to be empty-headed and full of cock."

Your orgasm crashes over you, intense and overwhelming, leaving you trembling and breathless. Your mind goes completely blank, all thoughts of school and responsibilities washed away in a sea of pleasure.

Will follows soon after, his hips stuttering as he finds his release, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath.

For a long moment, you both stay like that, joined together, your bodies slick with sweat. You feel pliant and relaxed, your mind blissfully empty.

Will pulls out gently, positioning you both so you're lying face to face. He brushes a stray hair from your forehead, his expression soft.

"See?" he murmurs, his voice no longer dominant but tender. "No more thinking. Just feeling."

You snuggle closer to him, your body completely relaxed for the first time in weeks. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice hoarse.

"Always," he promises, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Now sleep. We'll deal with all that other stuff tomorrow."

[darkeralmond]

i am moaning this is so good

[darkeralmond]

YOUR PUNISHMENT, HIS PRIZE

puppy! william eklund x mommy! reader

summary: you and will made a promise for him to end his fighting during games. when he breaks your promise, you knew you had to punish him.

cw: oral (f! receiving), sub will, hand cuffs, will being a puppy boy

wc: 1.7k

an: hey guys. so i started writing this last night, but then i read @hockeyduck‘s fic and it gave me heavy inspiration to get over this writer’s block so thank u angel!! just know requests are open! thank u lovelies

He should have been home by now. The game ended an hour ago.

You’re watching the post game broadcast, displaying the best highlights from the game while commentators leave their thoughts on how impressive the players are. They kept replaying the clip of Will and a Kings player punching each other after the Kings scored. Your blood boiled, watching Will throw the first punch. Your leg impatiently bounced as your eyes flicked from the screen to the door, waiting for him to return. The clip replayed over and over, being a constant reminder of how he broke the promise you two had made just a couple of nights before. Will must have forgotten that his games are broadcasted all over the nation for millions to watch, and that hockey fight clips spread like wildfire online.

The sound of the door unlocking captured your full attention. You grabbed the remote to mute the TV as you watched the handle turn. Once Will stepped into the apartment, he set his hockey bag on the ground next to the door, making sure to avoid eye contact with you as he did so.

You got up from the couch and approached him, shame written all over his face as you stood in front of him. You scowled as you crossed your arms over your chest. You let the silence linger for an awkward amount of time, letting your dissatisfaction sink into him like teeth. It was hard for him to maintain eye contact, but at least he tried to show respect by facing you.

“I told you not to fight from now on,” You said looking at the marks all over his face. “You promised me you wouldn’t fight anymore.”

He looked away from you with a frown. Guilt was written all over his face, but so were his actions. You grabbed a hold of his chin, moving his face around to see exactly what marks his opponent left on him. Plum colored bruises appeared on his cheek right next to his left eye, and his bottom lip was cut and bruised. You let go, your eyebrows lowered in anger. He remained silent, knowing that defending himself would not blow over well with you. “Go.” You shooed him away, backing away from him as an invitation to walk away. Your voice was stern, cutting through the thick silence in the air like a knife.

He was unable to conjure a sentence, stammering over his words as he attempted to calm you down. “Y/N, I-”

You cut him off, raising your voice slightly. “Go wash up, William." He stared at you with his mouth open, ready to talk. He knew he would win this battle, so he sighed before heading towards the bathroom to wash off. Your expression remained the same as you watched him retreat down the hall.

You could hear the door shut and the water begin to run from the bathroom, so you made your way to the bedroom and laid on the bed. You pulled out your phone and got on Twitter to rewatch the fight clips, watching how he initiated the fight with the other player on the ice.

If he continued to rack up more minutes in the box then on the ice, he would soon become a liability. Liabilities are typically traded, especially on a team like the Sharks who is always looking for ways to rebuild their team. That is why you made him promise not to fight, but he broke it. That’s what upset you the most. Watching him fight was like grabbing a prized possession of yours and smashing it on the ground right in front of you. It made your heart ache.

The water cut off and he came out shortly after with his towel around his waist and his hair messy from drying it with that same towel. You sat up on the bed crossing your arms over your chest again, facing the bathroom with that scowl on your face. It was silent again, he was trained to not talk during situations where he was in the wrong. “I am beyond upset. You disobeyed me.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry. He kept chirping and getting in my way.” The look in his eyes was apologetic, you had to admit that part, but that doesn’t excuse his actions. All actions have consequences after all, and some apologies require more than just words.

“I don't want to hear any excuses, Will. You explicitly promised me you would not lay your hands on other players.” He looked down in shame as you lectured him. “You know it’s not worth it.”

“I know, mommy. I-” The stuttering after he had said that meant that ‘mommy’ had slipped out, making your heart jump in exhilaration. “Please, I’m sorry.” He made his way over to you with his arms out for a hug, but you wanted more than a hug.

You wanted him.

“Stop.” He listened, stopping dead in his tracks. Your eyes wandered to his visible v-line, making you think about how excited he will be in the next few minutes. “Down.” You commanded, pointing at the spot in front of your feet. He got down on his knees, looking up at you with his puppy eyes. Your fingers loomed beneath his chin, grazing your thumb down his busted bottom lip. “I am very disappointed in you, puppy. You've been a bad boy.”

“Y-Yes, mommy,” He whimpered. “I know I’ve been a bad boy.” He loved this game, you knew he loved his game. You felt bigger in moments like these when he was down on his knees, looking up at you in desperation.

It gave you power.

It asserted your dominance.

You leaned in closer to his face and whispered, “You know you’re going to have to make it up to me. Right, Will?” He was growing antsy, waiting for permission to touch your skin. He nodded, desperation oozed out of him.

“I will, mommy. I promise, I will make you feel good.” He pleaded through whines, granting him the nickname ‘puppy.’ His hands twitched eagerly as he begged, “I’m hungry, mommy. Will you please let me eat?”

You stared into his glimmering eyes, he was impatiently waiting for your answer. He loved putting his hands all over you, treating you like you were some sort of unattainable prize. The Stanley Cup trophy didn’t compare to the curves and dips of your soft body.

“You may, puppy.” His eyes lit up with excitement, raising his hands to open your legs. “Under one condition.” He stopped, looking back up into your eyes. “You aren’t allowed to touch me. Hands behind your back.” He whined in disappointment, bringing his hands behind his back. This was his punishment because you knew that your body was his biggest weakness.

You got up from the bed and opened your bedside drawer, pulling out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. You kept the key for them on a necklace, that way you could wear it around your neck while you ordered him around. It made it more torturous for Will, watching the key to his restraint dangle and glimmer in the light.

You put the handcuffs on him before stripping out of your clothes, slowly. He whined loudly, ready to jump your bones like a depraved animal. You sat down in front of him on the bed, watching his eyes glimmer as he stared at your body.

He could hardly contain himself as he stared at your glistening pussy, ready to eat once given permission. He glanced up at you again with the hope you would let him. “Not yet, puppy.” You wrapped your fingers in his blonde curls, forcing his head up.

He inhaled deeply, taking in your divine scent. The smell made him even more desperate to taste you. He lets out a loud whimper and frowns in his bratty way. This did not sway your decision, though, so you gave him a warning look before slowly closing your thighs. “No, mommy!” He pleaded. This turned you on even more. Having this power over him made you throb, making him more wet in the process.

You made him wait a little longer, listening to his desperate whimpers and heavy breaths. He was intoxicated by your smell. You smirked then let go of his hair. “Go, puppy.”

Now that he had your permission, the sparks came back in his eyes and he immediately dug his head deep between your thighs. He lapped his tongue up and down your clit, his motions fast due to the desperation from the build up. You let out a loud moan in response to the flicking of his tongue.

The loud sound of his slurping built up your arousal even more, making your moans grow louder like the noises coming from both of your mouths were battling against each other. He drank your juices like his life centered around your pussy. Your breaths were hitched as you felt your climax building up. You clung onto his curls, pushing him deeper into your thighs until his nose was pressed against your skin.

He knew how to please you, and he knew how to treat you like a prize with only his tongue. You hit your climax, making your body jolt as a loud cry erupted from you. Though you had already finished, he continued lapping his tongue around your clit like he was in his own world. Your body became overstimulated with the overwhelming pleasure, causing you to pull his head away.

He gasped desperately, looking up at you with disappointment. His face glistened with the mixture of your juices and his saliva that ran down his chin. His face was flushed red as he stared into your eyes with an intense desire. The sound of your heavy breathing harmonized with Will’s as you both attempted to catch your breaths. “You did such a good job, puppy. Mommy’s so proud of you.” His eyes lit up at the sound of your praise. As a reward, you got up and unlocked his hand cuffs, throwing them to the side before saying, “You’re allowed to touch me now.”

His smile grew wide as he pounced on you, tackling you into the bed all for himself.

You are his prize after all.

He was going to treat you like one.