warnings: sub!macklin, dom reader, whiney mack, jerking off, toys, pet names, crying, praise.
“Help me please.” Macklin pleaded, with those green glassy eyes filled with tears. His cheeks were a shade of pink, with tear stains leaving their mark-down his chin. The poor angel hated taking a punishment from you, but it had to be done. Most of the time, Macklin was a well-behaved angel, but not today. Spoiling you with dirty messages and pictures when he knows he shouldn’t have. And now he has to pay the price for it…
Macklin is a spoilt Prince, and he knows it, always getting everything he asks for. Just one flash of those doll-like eyes and he has you wrapped around his finger. Those pink cheeks blooming with every touch of your sweet, soft hands. You couldn’t help but lean into this as his whines were too pure to ignore.
But now here he was, lying naked in between your legs pleading for mercy as you continued to tease him. Macklin’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, his fluffy hair tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as he squirmed underneath your teasing touch. A pool of drool started to gather in the small of your shoulder but you couldn’t care less. By now, Macklin’s plush lips were swollen and bruised, but there was still a hint of your glittery lip gloss shining in the light with every breath he took. Silently reminding him who he belongs to.
“Awe, my baby.” You whine as he chokes on a muffled moan, pathetically thrusting his hips into the rubber toy. Macklin has grown to have a love-hate relationship with this toy, as you like to take your time playing with him, but the rubber feels so good wrapped around every inch of his thick cock. Again, nothing compares to the sweet feeling of your dripping pussy. Macklin only got to be deep inside of you when he has been a good boy, getting lost in the way your juices drip around his length.
Macklin’s jaw hung open at the sudden change in pace of the toy. A smile creeped onto your face as you watched him enjoy every second. The room was filled with the sounds of the once pristine sheets rustling underneath him and the disgusting sound of his cock leaking into the rubber toy.
Sweet whimpers fell from his lips as pleasure ran through his body, squirming and nuzzling into your body more as the feeling deep in his stomach intensified. On the ice, Mack was intense, a young guy that even the veteran players feared, but once he was home and in your arms, that mask slipped instantly. His free hand was frantically looking for something to grab onto, the cotton of the sheets was not enough to help him through the pleasure. He politely asked to hold your hand.
Nothing feels the same as the gentle embrace of your hand in his, no matter how far gone he is in subspace. The gentle smell of your perfume was like home to him. Deep down, he is your boy, no matter how much of a brat he is. Taking his hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles as you twist the toy up and down…
“Are you going to make a mess for me, Angel?” you asked, as a broken moan fell from his sweet, plush lips. His body was flushed warm, beads of sweat running down his defined chest as his lower stomach convulsed, trying to thrust up into your hands, but it was almost impossible. Macklin was trying his best, using every last ounce of energy in his body, but he just melted against you.
There were no words needed, you knew he was close. Macklin was holding onto your free hand until his knuckles were white. A mixture of lube and pre-cum sat on his lower stomach, creating such disgusting noises for such a pretty scene. Just being this close to you was enough, inhaling your scent as he sat there still covered in your lip-gloss from earlier.
“Let it happen, Baby. Come for me,” you whispered, not wanting to overwhelm him even more. You could feel as his poor cock twitched in your hand, almost begging for more, but between your words and the silicone of the toy, it wasn’t long until he was soon over the edge. His cheeks now red-hot as he silently shakes, riding out the high of his orgasm. The thick ribbons of cum started to drip down his length, squelching with every flick of your wrist.
The room was silent, Macklin just sat there in your arms quietly as he blinked through wet lashes. As you pulled the toy off, he let out a small hiccup at the loss of stimulation. The mess is something that can be dealt with later. But, now it is important to embrace Macklin, letting him come down from an intense high.
“You did so well for me, Mack.” You praised him, brushing his hair from his eyes. He was a sucker for praise. Those big green eyes glowing at your words as a smile crept onto his face, cheeks still beat red. A confirmation that he was still your good boy, even after putting him through a punishment. He tried to hide himself in your chest, but you forced him to lock eyes with you.
“Macklin, you will always be my good boy no matter what. You never have to worry about that, Angel”
will: has hit every pole in the bay area, gets lost even in his own hometown, no sense of direction whatsoever, doesn't understand how merging works, frequently forgets to check his mirrors before turning, car insurance through the roof
I’m manifesting a Connor Bedard comeback to such extent that he scores the golden goal in 2030 Olympics. please join me in this four year long manifestation
﹙ ⓘ ﹚extremely sheltered will getting his world view shaken by a sexual experience .
fic , drabble , blurb .
!͟! : sexual content ( MDNI ), religion/religious talk, will seeing reader as a godess, oral ( m receiving ), will worshiping the reader, kinda poorly written Blehhh, not at all edited nor beta read :p lowk could be seen as gn reader but i used goddess once or twice i think ,, idek
req ? no
— got really insane with oomf and need to Spill .
breaking a virgin will ,,, he’s insanely sheltered and religious, knows basically nothing of sex besides that it’s a requirement to have kids.
every touch you give him would send shocks through him, he’s basically shaking before you even really touch him anywhere meaningful. a hand on his thigh has him all tense and panting.
he strikes me as the type to cum just from you palming or grinding on him a bit but for the sake of substance we’ll say he makes it past that LMAO.
he’s secure in his religion, god is undoubtedly real and waiting for him up in heaven. his faith unshakeable, or so he thinks.
the moment you get your mouth on him is the moment something shifts in him. he’s seeing jesus then and there and it’s you.
he cannot fathom how one single person is giving him such incredible pleasure, before this his greatest feelings have come from listening to choirs sing, watching priests lament about how jesus is the one true savior, ect.
but this? this is a whole new world, this is thousands of gospel songs being sung in his ears, he’s going dizzy in what he can only describe as pure glory.
every swipe of your tongue, every small suckle from your mouth that pulls him impossibly deeper, it all has him seeing stars.
his brain is going numb and he starts to think he’s been praising the wrong god all his life. he should’ve been devoting all his time to worshiping you and finding this pleasure, this is heaven.
the coil in his stomach is an entirely new feeling to him, and the way it’s curling oh so insanely fast almost scares him. a pressure building, pleasure heightening impossibly more. his legs are shaking and his hands are curling into the sheets, knuckles turning white as he tries to keep himself on this earth, with you, with this feeling.
moans are flying pathetically from his lips, whines and whimpers, he doesn’t even register he’s making them but you’re drinking them up oh so greedily.
the look of his face contorting in pleasure, the way tears are starting to form and fall down his face, it’s your definition of holy perfection.
you nearly lose it when he lets out a strangled “i’m sorry,” you’re not even sure what he’s apologizing for but the purely pathetic way of it has your brain reeling, egging you on to continue yourself work on him.
he on the other hand knows what he’s apologizing for exactly. he’s so entirely apologetic that he hasn’t been worshipping you all this time, jesus is a false prophet in his eyes compared to the utter heaven you’re giving him. you’re tangible, he can feel you, he can smell you, hear you. you’re the true goddess he’s been missing, and he’s so very sorry he’s never seen it sooner.
when you sink farther on him, letting him hit the back of your throat, his eyes roll back and he’s sure then that his fate is sealed.
hes seeing stars, searing heat washing over him in the most pleasurable ways, his hands finally letting go of the sheets to reach for you, feeling for you and making sure you’re still there even with his eyes closed. hes only satiated when you interlock your fingers with his, securing you to him, he can’t lose you, not now, not ever.
he nearly faints when he cums, the pleasure being far too much for him.
guttural groans fall from his lips, his hands tighten around yours so hard you think your fingers might break but you do your best to squeeze his back, assuring him that you’re just as much there as he is.
he’s a panting and blabbering mess when you finally pull off him, eyes slowly batting open just in time to watch you swallow his seed. his mind is utterly blank, the feeling of overwhelming adoration and love being the only thing pumping through his body.
he’s utterly spent when you slowly move to lay beside him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him close. he musters up the energy to curl himself into you, eyes slowly fluttering closed as he murmurs about loving you oh so much, how he’s never letting you go, he’s practically worshipping you by the time he finally drifts to sleep in your arms.
basically all this to say i want to give wsh the most mind numbing, toe curling, brain shattering head of his life !!!!
— it’s like 5am im not reading this back you guys get whatever this is .
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