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After a disappointing end to their season, Will suggests they go off the grid, rent a camper, and disappear for two weeks to go on vacation.
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- Part 9 of rpf hockey
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01 Jun 2026
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Mack’s eyes were wide as he looked at Will.
“I don’t know.” He bit out finally. “I…”
“That’s not good enough, man. Tell me, what would you have done if she was here?”
Mack’s jaw clenched hard. “I don’t know.” He repeated.
“And what if I was actually fucking someone? Here, maybe on the couch? What would you have done?”
“Shut up!” Mack shouted, running his fingers through his hair. “Just shut the fuck up and let me think.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
“Dick.”
“Brat.”
They stared at each other for a moment, and Will knew they felt the same thing. Neither of them could put it into words though.
“Fuck you,” Mack bit out through his tight mouth.
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Or: WillMack feel jealousy for the first time, and they do not like it one bit. So, they deal with their feelings in a totally healthy way.
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31 May 2026
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Can’t a grown hockey dude just want to be a little baby sometimes?
(Or: Mack wants to be Will’s baby. Desperately.)
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- Part 1 of Baby!Mack Verse
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28 May 2026
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Inspired by Will's adorably diva Bronco commercial and the realization that the Bronco hoodie was his. Will is down as catastrophic as ever, daydreams about Mack while filming, has thoughts about the term boyfriend, then they fuck about it.
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27 May 2026
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“when you say problem,” dr. smith makes another note, “how do you mean, exactly? do you find it difficult to reach orgasm outside of heat?”
“i find it difficult to reach orgasm at all.”
dr. smith’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead before he manages to school his expression back into polite, professional curiosity. “when was your last heat, macklin?”
“three months ago.”
“and when was your last orgasm?”
macklin frowns. he wracks his brain, trying to remember. he has a vague memory of being in a hotel room somewhere in new jersey, face down on the bed, screaming into a pillow as he jammed three fingers into his cunt and shook through the first orgasm he’d had in nearly a year.
“um, six or seven?”
“…days?”
“no,” macklin says, “months.”
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27 May 2026