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[northernsharkteeth]

thinkin bout r63 girls will and mack (and also leno is there being a douchebag and kinda getting lesbian cucked on snapchat)

so like yeah yeah women in the nhl, the sharks for whatever reason happen to have had a very dude-heavy roster for the last little while, which is why front office goes so hard on mack as the future face of the franchise. she gives them local credibility (much to her chagrin), the intensity rick hammered into her (perhaps even more strongly than he did her brothers, saying that she needed to work twice as hard to get half as far as the boys would), and hashtag girlboss points (look at that lovely young lady! isn’t it so awesome that girls can play hockey here in san jose california! she’s so cool and tough and young and gorgeous!!)

because of the lack of women on the sharks bench in recent memory, some of the fellas have forgotten (perhaps never really knew) how women interact with each other. to them it makes perfect sense that these two rookie girls would glom onto each other in a sea of men, they obviously have more in common. like, uhhh, periods and stuff. they probably synched up or something.

they are kinda intense on the girly cliquey stuff they have going on, though. like, is it normal for them to go out for lunch (and breakfast and dinner and coffee and dessert) just the two of them, even when there’s a loosely-planned team meal on the books? is it normal for them to have scheduled “girls nights” multiple times a week where patty and jumbo (depending on who’s hosting) aren’t allowed to interrupt them? is it normal for them to brush off every guy who tries to pick them up while on the road, making the briefest eye contact over the poor bastard’s shoulder and cackling to each other at some joke they only communicated telepathically, grabbing each other’s arms and thighs and leaning in to catch their breath until the guy gives up?

the hookup thing especially confuses the boys. even though they’ve never seen will or mack pick up while on long roadies, they never seem stressed or frustrated in the same way some of their dude teammates do if they go too long without something. maybe girls just dont need it the same way?

leno is also kinda baffled by it. the will he played with didn’t really have girl friends, she always stuck with him and gabe and their other dude buddies wherever they were playing. it’s not until will starts hanging out with mack 24/7 that he realizes that will was telling the truth when she told him she was bi the first time they got drunk together. in the back of his head he always assumed she was exaggerating her attraction to girls when she wolf-whistled at something foul that was said in the locker room about someone’s sister in the bleachers, or that her making out with chicks at frat parties was largely for him. she usually ended up in his dorm bed after those escapades anyway, leno just thought that was a thing that straight girls do to rile up guys.

but, like, will and mack are fucking. leno could tell from their first facetime call while will was on the road, rooming with mack. when she picked up the call her hair was all mussed, her cheeks all pink. she was slumped against the pillows on her hotel bed, one strap of her tank top slipped off her shoulder. for a moment, there was a sliver of someone else’s bare shoulder off the edge of the screen with just a hint of what leno thought was sideboob before the bed dipped it was gone, and will was looking to that side and past the phone to relay leno asking mack if she’d learned “how terrible of a roommate smitty is?” mack has the gall to say “well, she’s pretty fucking loud,” before falling into a contagious giggle. leno watches will’s face heat up, mouth falling open, mock-scandalized, before cracking into a smile as she whips a pair of plaid pj pants in what appears to be mack’s direction.

and it’s obviously really hot; leno’s not above admitting that he’s gotten a lot of mileage out of the thought of will fucking another girl, but he knows she’s not doing this for him. at least, not entirely. it’s just that will keeps calling him with mack right beside her, holding the camera just low enough to show off the massive hickey on mack’s collarbone. she’ll snap him pictures of mack playing chel in her room, the light from the tv shining off mack’s slick, bruised lips. the last time they chatted on the phone, will apologized for her slightly scratchy voice, at which point mack called across the hotel room “my bad!” before laughing and walking into the bathroom to shower. will lets leno see the aftermath of whatever it is they have going on but won’t give him specifics—won’t give him anything to flesh out the, admittedly, tried and true “girls kissing and one of them is will” method of getting himself off. every time leno tries to make a joke about it (“has mack seen what you let me do to you?”) she just laughs and calls him a freak.

leno’s only hope to really see what it is will does with girls (girl singular, more like, it’s not as if she has much time to be seeing anyone else besides mack) is to, perhaps, bypass her. and mack’s cool: the right kind of intense that leno really appreciates, quite funny, definitely really hot and a welcome addition to certain fantasies—plus she’s got this very obvious possessive streak leno can make use of. by the time will makes them exchange snaps so she can stop playing intermediary for shit they want to pick each other’s brains on, half the messages mack is sending leno are pictures of will: will reaching up to the top cabinet in mack’s kitchenette in jumbo’s garage, her shorts riding all the way up her ass; will laying on her stomach on mack’s bed scrolling tiktok in her underwear and a hoodie with “celebrini” plastered across the back. that kind of thing.

one night shortly after the hoodie photo, leno gets a video of will on her back, camera held right above her face, thrashing weakly against the thighs bracketing her hips as she tries to slow her breath. and mack keeps sending shit like that. sometimes will’ll be on her stomach, face buried in a pillow and knees half collapsed into the bed, shifting to roll over and reach for where mack is standing with her phone out. in those ones, her eyes are always screwed tight, lips parted, and sometimes leno will get the front half of a breathy “fuuuuck” before the clip cuts off.

it gets a little weird. leno and will still keep up like normal—as normal as possible when will is still picking up the phone with crazy sex hair and a smirking mack half in the frame, or is letting leno stare at a massive bruise on her inner thigh on their calls when she’s alone. leno doesn’t know if will even knows that mack’s videos are being taken, but it’s not like he can be that mad at mack. he’s the weirdo tugging one out in the shower thinking of his old fuck buddy’s current… girlfriend? (no, but maybe? he doesn’t know if will’s that kind of bi, whatever) secretly filming her immediately post-orgasm and sending them to him across the country. he’d like to think its just like when he and will jack off on facetime, only he doesn’t have to rely on will’s shaky camera skills while she’s coming.

with the time difference, leno usually gets his fill of mack’s camerawork in the morning, waking up to a couple snaps taken on pacific time the night before long after he’d gone to bed back east. one weekend, though, while will and mack are on an east coast roadie, leno’s wide awake to open them. it’s a little after midnight, but he’s got coursework to get over with the next day before an evening practice, so he’s just stumbled into his dorm. he’s tipsy from the party he just left, and a little overexcited by the prospect of seeing whatever mack’s blessed him with in close to real time, so he trips a bit getting onto his bed. thank god he doesn’t have a roommate this year.

the video starts pretty normally, with will on her back, topless. she’s got her forearms thrown over her face, and the first difference from previous videos that leno notices is that she’s talking. nothing exceptionally coherent, but when the baseline is just heavy breathing and the occasional whine when mack touches her briefly, it’s a bit jarring to hear something close to a sentence like “fuck, please, right there. mack, fuck, more!” being panted out of will’s swollen lips on leno’s tinny phone speaker. working his pants open, leno next notices that will is moving—being moved, pulled up and down the sheets, her tits bouncing a beat behind as she’s shoved around.

and leno knows she’s being shoved because the camera angles down more, cutting off will’s twitching hands grasping onto her elbows as she tries to hide her face to show what must be mack’s hand on will’s hip. mack is knelt between will’s thighs, wearing some kind of weird underwear? no, leno thinks as he gets a hand around himself, no that’s a harness. the black band spanning mack’s hips is a harness attached to a purple strap-on that she’s fucking will with.

because as she’s holding the camera, mack is fucking will. she’s got her phone positioned to get both the bottom half of will’s face that isn’t covered by her arms and where the purple silicone is being driven into her in the shot. the hand on will’s hip lets go and latches onto one of will’s tits, kneading it, and without the anchor at her hip, pulling her where mack wants her, will has to throw her arms open and grab onto the sheet to stay put. she sounds different, leno thinks, hysterical, speeding up his hand. when leno would fuck her—in his dorm last year, in the freshman residence building a block away from where he’s now laying—she would sound similar, but this was more desperate. whinier in a way that leno could make her sometimes, but not for long as it was usually right as he was about to finish too. maybe there’s something to be said for the consistency of plastic dick. maybe will’s getting something now that leno can’t give her.

because leno feels like he’s going to die, staring at an image of will he knows so well that is now, on his screen, completely unfamiliar. will’s eyes have shot open, and leno feels like he’s been caught, but then mack’s saying “you like being pretty for the camera?” and will lets out what sounds like a choked off sob, though leno couldn’t tell with his eyes screwed shut for a moment trying to calm himself down. the clip ends like that, the next one booting up right away. the hand that was on will’s tit—mack’s hand, leno reminds himself—has moved up to cup her neck, tucked in where it meets her shoulder, helping will drive herself down on the plastic cock mack is thrusting up into her as mack continues holding the camera. leno thinks he sees a splotch of spit on will’s turned cheek, but he can’t be sure with how his own hand is shaking holding his phone.

and then will’s hand is latching onto mack’s wrist, shooting in from the side of the frame to pull mack’s hand up and off her neck. she drags mack’s hand towards her face and leno groans into his empty bedroom right as mack clocks it too, laughing a bit to herself, saying “yeah? you need something in your mouth, kibble?” and will whines, like really whines, as she shoves mack’s fingers in her mouth. they hook behind her molars, and leno can just barely see will’s teeth clamp down on the fingertips before she closes her lips around them too.

mack does her best to lean back while leaving one hand in will’s mouth, the other still clutching her phone. she lifts the phone up, getting a wider view of how will is shaking on the bed, legs boneless as they bounce against mack’s thighs every time she thrusts up. with the phone closer to mack’s face, leno hears her let out these breathy little noises, rutting against the base of the strap with each push into will. she sounds nice, leno thinks, maybe when they meet up in person he’ll get to hear more.

mack hums deep in her chest, shark-toothed smile obvious in her voice when she says “is it like this with leonard?” and will’s eyes open, staring right at the camera again, her lips parting around mack’s fingers like she wants to respond. mack doesn’t let her, saying “i know you like when i send him videos afterwards, do you like showing him how good i make you feel?”

will whines around mack’s fingers at that, shutting her eyes tight against the camera lens—against the apparently ever-present knowledge of leno watching her through it, against leno’s newfound knowledge that she knew the whole time—and in his dark and empty bedroom, face lit with nothing but his phone screen, leno thinks that maybe he has died. that maybe the eternal afterlife god decided he has earned with his entire existence is getting to watch will writhe around on someone else’s cock while thinking about his. leno has no time to even consider where that’s landed him judgement-wise, because mack is wrenching her hand out of will’s mouth and grasping her by the jaw. “you gonna tell him how good it feels?” mack purrs.

will tries to answer when mack’s hand leaves her face and slips down out of frame, but then she twitches and settles back, jaw slack. “god, smitty, if leno makes you act like this i’m going to have to try him, right?” mack laughs, and will huffs out an “oh my fucking god, please, mack, fuck,” as the camera pans from her face and chest down to where mack is rubbing at her clit, hand framing the purple silicone still being pushed into her. “you gonna show me how you treat a lady, leonard?” mack says quietly into the phone, zooming the camera slightly as she presses the purple silicone into will until their hips are perfectly flush. will makes this little noise high in her throat and the video ends.

leno almost doesn’t realize the video has ended because he’s already running that last sound will made under mack talking to him all low on a loop in his head. he frantically loads up the first clip to watch again and comes about halfway through, collapsing back into his pillows, the phone in his hand crashing into the blankets beside him. when he’s able to move again, he opens his phone back up to see mack’s stupid bitmoji peeking up from the corner and a chat message. “u enjoyed? 👀👀”

a notification from will pops down and leno clicks it. it’s a chat message saying “also we’re in boston this weekend. when are you free?”