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Since we know that Mack is most likely going to get the C next season do we think that’s gonna mess with the WM relationship? like i have a feeling we won’t see them be AS lovey dovey with each other during games bc he wants to be respected and can’t be respected when ur sniffing ur boy(best)friends fingers on the bench or skating dick to ass with said boy(best)friend
I kinda have a feeling it might settle down a tinsy bit especially during the beginning of the season but it’ll slowly go back because let’s be real neither of them can stand being around each other and not making eyes at the other and touching in some way
I completely get where you’re coming from!! I do feel like their relationship might shift a little to begin with as Mack adjusts to being captain and like you said, builds respect. BUT, at the same time, I feel like Will is going to be vital for Mack because I can imagine being captain will only increase the pressure he already has on him. RPF aside, Will is genuinely Mack’s comfort person - that much is so so clear. And I can just imagine that Macklin is probably going to rely on his relationship with Will a lot as an outlet from that stress.
That being said, I obviously do think Macklin will be an amazing captain (that’s already proven from the Worlds). But it’ll just be a huge change for him, and therefore he’ll need his boybestfriend <3
lwk obsessed with the fact that mack had no idea he was taking selfies and talking to wm shippers all day who are on tumblr making rpf posts about him daily. genuinely love it
Will had never been able to knot anything. Not his hand, not a toy, not even another person. At first, he’d put it down to inexperience. Perhaps alphas had to properly come into themselves before that happened.
But then he went to Boston College and dated a few omegas and betas alike, alas, nothing. It was embarrassing, hearing Leno jeering on about the amount of omegas he’d fucked and knotted. So Will then put it down to a medical problem because surely a young and healthy alpha like himself should be able to knot without any problem. Having accepted that conclusion, Will pushed the entire issue down, focusing entirely on hockey and the NHL draft.
Fast forward to being in the Sharks, and the issue was too hard to ignore. It wasn’t only the embarrassment of his problem that was weighing down on Will, but also the pain. The base of his cock throbbed, a dull yet prominent pain. It was a constant: at practice, during games, and even worse, hanging out with Mack.
He’d tried over-the-counter medication to numb the pain. Completely useless. And Will had even tried massaging the base, tentative fingers, all soft and careful. It just made it worse.
And at first, he could ignore the agony. Will knew it was there, was too aware to forget, but once on the ice, it was easy to brush off. But as the months went by and the regular season progressed, it worsened. Significantly so that Will couldn’t even walk without a sharp shooting of pain encasing his dick.
Macklin had always been far too aware in terms of Will. It’s not like he knew of Will’s problem - Will had never told Mack, or anyone, for that matter. But Mack was always able to pick up on any little shift in Will’s behaviour. It was like an intuition of some sort, programmed solely to Will. And so when Will was hunched in on himself, writhing softly in pain, in a hotel room in the middle of fucking Florida of all places, it was no surprise when Mack soon padded over. Buttery-soft scent all burnt with worry.
Will hadn’t wanted to tell Mack. Really, he hadn’t. What sort of an alpha would admit to the prettiest omega that he was unable to knot? But well, the truth tumbled out, all slurred and shaky, eyes a little wet, “Icantknot.”
“What was that?” Mack breathed out in response, pretty face twisted in worry. His hand carded through Will’s sweaty hair, body perched at the side of where Will lay.
Will shook his head in response, too humiliated to repeat the truth that had haunted him since he’d first presented. So all he could say in response was, “Hurts so bad.” Which was the complete, and utter truth, if the continuous ache was anything to go by.
And Mack. Oh, sweet and loving Mack could only coo at that.
It took a while that night for Macklin to finally draw out a coherent sentence from Will, in which he managed to explain the whole knotting situation. But when he had, Mack didn’t even really speak. Didn’t tell Will how it wasn’t normal, or how he was lesser-than, like Will had expected.
No. Instead, Mack’s eyes were all tormented with worry as he shoved his shorts and panties off, steady hands pulling Will’s own pants down, too. Momentarily, Will was stunned, having never thought that Mack would even consider him as more than a friend. But once the shock wore off, Will wanted to tell him that it was no use. No matter what, he wouldn’t be able to knot. And hell, the thought of not being able to knot Macklin made the whole situation seem far worse.
But Mack just pressed a little plush peck to his lips, the first kiss they’d shared. “ ‘M gonna make the pain go away, Willy,” Mack whispered before his sopping cunt encased itself around Will’s cock in a single, fluid movement.
The raw sensation was like no other. Mack’s pussy was just all wet and soft, the insides silky. It felt like he was made especially for Will. Just as Mack was propping himself up on Will’s lap, readying himself to start riding, Will’s knot grew. It was so sudden, and it caught both Mack and Will off-guard. He’d never knotted, and yet, just being inside of Mack, no movement or nothing, was enough.
Will groaned, in relief and in pleasure, head thrown back. His cock spurted, ribbons of come painting the inside of Mack, sort of like a branding. Macklin smiled, a satisfied little thing before he cantered his hips, his pussy grinding itself around Will’s knot. It wasn’t long before Mack, too, was coming. His hole twitching around Will’s knot as he moaned, all high and needy.
It was safe to say that Will could knot. He wasn’t medically troubled, or shy, or anything. It was Mack. The entire time, his body had been saving itself for Macklin.
(We’re going to ignore how I haven’t even gotten 1000 words into my current a03 WIP, yet I’m writing this.. Anyway. Lavender’s going to pretend this did not come to her as she was eating ice cream.
P. S. This is now an added fic on a03! I extended it, so if you want to see it fully, here’s the link <3)
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can we go back to the forbidden( balcony) video and talk abt how casual it looked? like they both looked so comfortable and absolutely NONE of the other guys around them even reacted and then even if they weren’t like trying to stand like that why did they just breath into each others mouths for a good 20 secs and then just go back to normal
can’t stand these two fr
I genuinely think about the balcony video at least once a day.. seriously. I have never seen boy(best)friends acting like that, and like you mentioned, the fact that the other guys don’t even react just makes it even more crazier😭 Flirting right in front of everyone’s faces with no fucks given
i love thinking about mack nesting :( potentially overdone but idc
he's scared to go into a nesting store alone, is unsure what he'd even want to buy. he finds himself so, so happy with just one of will's hoodies and a soft blanket he bought online (not even a nesting-specific one, just a regular throw). he puts one regular pillow behind his back, protection, and one in front, to hug tightly to his chest. will's hoodie crushed right under his head and nose, blanket tucked around him securely, safe under his comforter. it's perfect, as far as he's concerned, if a little sparse. it's his.
omega nests are sacred and private. people occassionally share images of them online, omega influencers and educational channels, but mack feels those are probably exaggerated. he wishes it were better, but it works for him. he's not embarrassed, exactly, but he's protective. no one is allowed in his bedroom, not to see or touch his nest.
on roadies, he doesn't nest at all. the few other omegas in the league tend to pack an extra luggage with nesting materials: a portable nest. mack does not do this. for one, he doesn't like reminding people he's an omega if he can help it. he especially never wants to be extra or bothersome. besides, he doesn't need it. his instincts are satisfied having will so close.
the first road trip after will's injury hits mack hard.
having will gone and hurt is already trying. for once in his life, mack wishes he weren't on the ice. that he could skip roadies and games and practice altogether and just curl up with will until he's fully restored to health. their relationship is so fresh and new, the loss of will a constant ache.
& everyone thinks he's just upset about will and he is but it's so much worse than that. without his alpha, without a nest, his body is shutting down. meanwhile, will hasn't even seen his nest yet.
so, mack decides the only way to settle his rattled nerves, to promise his hindbrain will really is safe & healing, is to bundle him up in mack's nest. warm and drenched in mack's pheromones.
when macklin opens his bedroom door for will, and he sees mack's nest for the first time...his heart clenches. it's so barren. absolutely nothing like his mother's or sister's nests. their nests have padded perimeters, plush blankets, a million pillows. mack's just looks like a regular bed, mostly. just one teal hoodie, a #2 emblazoned on the chest. will looks around the room, half wondering if his nest is actually tucked away in some corner, and his bed is just a bed. it's not.
he schools his expression and his scent, not that mack is particularly apt in decoding either. mack's face is wide open, shyly tinged with treacherous hope.
"you wanna come in? is it okay?"
"yeah, of course, baby. your nest is perfect. i'd love to come in."
mack glows at the praise and tugs will over, gently manhandling him where he wants him. he winds up on his back, on his usual side of the bed. mack pulling at his sheets and blanket, arranging everything exactly how he wants. he tucks the extra blanket half over will and half over himself. will feels at it. it's soft, but thin. definitely not nesting grade. nothing in his nest is. just standard bed linens haphazardly thrown together into some approximation of a nest. they don't retain scenting as well. he can see worn, frayed edges where mack must've rubbed the fabric raw, where he might've chewed on the corners during his heat.
mack's purr fills the room as he settles against will's good shoulder (only after reassurances from will that he isn't bothering the bad one at all, that it's not bothering him that much anyway with his pain killers and the massage the trainers gave him earlier).
will slowly starts gifting mack new things for his nest. another blanket, which he washed and scented. a plush shark, which made mack grin widely and his fingers toy with the fin happily. a new pillow. more of will's hoodies & t-shirts.
with will temporarily off the roster, he manages to convince mack to pack a portable nest. some new items, his tried & true blanket. he's too stubborn to admit it, but it certainly helps. he facetimes will and falls asleep to the sound of his voice, wrapped up in his scent. it's almost like he's there.
however, mack's not stupid, so he catches on pretty quickly. he's not mad about the development of his nest, it definitely feels much nicer than mack ever imagined it could. every fiber is soaked with will's scent and it's so comfortable. he's proud to have made something will spends so much time in, that will cares enough to keep building it with him.
but he also feels overwhelmingly seen. like will has pinned him under a microscope for acute observation. that maybe he thinks mack's not very good at this omega thing at all, and he has to take over. that mack is too sensitive to take the criticism, so he has to be discreet about it.
it comes out at a bad time. he's frustrated with the team's performance, with his performance. they're on a losing streak and it's up to mack to dig them out of this hole. but he keeps stumbling.
he's tired and will is late to pick him up from the airport. will's being so fucking nice, too. he quietly fumes in the passenger seat, lets will carry his suitcase inside, and tries to keep his cool.
his mood flares when he sees a brand-new nesting mattress pad, still in it's box, on the kitchen counter. he can reads the words across the side, takes in the elegant script & premium packaging. its one of those ready made nest perimeters, stuffed edges piled high for protection. a ready made nest. a store bought nest. because obviously mack can't manage it on his own.
everything else will has gifted him has had an air of plausible deniability. this has none.
"if you hate my nest so much you can just say so. you don't have to be a fucking dick about it."
will goes stock-still. "what?"
mack moves towards his bedroom swiftly. will follows, frantic.
"mack?"
he starts roughly tearing at the bedding, tossing anything will gave him to the floor. he ignores the ache in his chest, the nausea roiling in his stomach, the burning behind his eyes. his throat feels tight.
"if i'm not a good enough omega for you, you can say it, will. or just fucking leave. no one's keeping you here."
"mack, what the fuck? stop doing that." he wraps his hand around mack's wrist, ignoring his efforts to shake it off.
"let go of me, will." he snaps, practically growling.
"no, mack, what the fuck is going on?" he relinquishes his grip, fingers still loosely clasped. he's surprised mack doesn't throw him off.
mack refuses to meet his eye, silent for a long moment. his chest rises and falls with labored breath. "you hate my nest." he mutters.
will can feel the distress pouring off of mack. at will's 'disapproval', at the destruction of his nest.
"i don't hate your nest, sweetheart. i love your nest."
"you bought a nest-in-a-box, will." the anger has dissipated into dejection, into sadness. will thinks this is somehow infinitely worse.
"mack, i don't-" he hears a sniffle, and ducks his head to see the glimmer of a tear sliding down mack's cheek. he acts on instinct, gathering mack into his chest. he cradles mack's head against his good shoulder and squeezes.
"mack, baby," he breathes. "i don't hate your nest. i promise, i wouldn't lie to you, mack."
mack shakes his head, so will continues.
"i'm serious. i just-" he tries to figure out how to phrase it, how to avoid hurting mack's feelings any worse. "you just didn't have a lot of things. which is fine! and i should've talked to you. but since we're courting, it's normal to, like, give your omega things to nest with."
"and i should've talked to you. i'm sorry. it's your nest, it's not up to me. and it's not a nest-in-a-box, it's just extra padding. like, extra protection? you don't have to use it, obviously." he rambles on. "or anything i've given you. whatever you want, mack. i like it because it's yours. and you want me there and that's all that matters. i didn't mean to hurt you, or make you feel bad. you're perfect."
mack pulls back from will's arms slowly, and will worries this is it. he offended mack, overstepped a very personal boundary. made him feel like a bad omega, when will thinks that couldn't be further from the truth.
mack rubs his eyes.
"you have to help me rebuild it."
will's heart soars. "done."
a small, closed-mouth smile. a start.
"i'll consider the other thing. maybe."
"don't even worry about it." will grins, pressing a kiss to mack's cheek before gathering discarded blankets in his arms, carefully arranging them exactly how mack had them last. mack clambers onto the mattress and drags him inside.
lets stop for a moment and have a conversation about jealous alpha will.
will who hates to see how the new rookies love mack, even though his heart throbs every time he thinks how loved by the team mack is. because even though it's hard to miss the bite mark on macklin's neck, the rookies don't know boundries yet. they don't know they can't get too close to mack without their heads being bitten off by will and the possesive alpha in his chest.
so when one of these baby alphas touches macklin a little bit too much during one of team bonding parties, will eventually drags mack to one of toff's empty guest rooms and rails him without even locking the door, because, honestly, if any of these baby alphas accidentaly opened the door and saw them - maybe they would finally understand.
he fucks mack from behind, macklin laying flat on his stomach, bitting on the pillow to stop himself from screaming, his legs spread open, will covering mack's whole body with his own, bathing him with his scent, thrusting deep into mack's cunt just to pull out when he knows mack's close.
they disappear for almost a hour and a half, will edging macklin the whole time, because the more of their juices mix together in mack cunt, the more time their sweaty bodies stay pressed together, the more mack will smell like him.
he eventually comes inside mack's pussy, not even cleaning him and mack lets will put his underwear back on, will's cum slowly leaking out of his hole, soaking into the fabric of his boxers.
they literally reek like sex and each other when they finally come back. both with messy hair and red cheeks, macklin purring lazily, relaxed and satisfied.
will just sends the baby alpha a wide smile when he sees the rookie's nostrils widening when mack sits back next to him, sniffing the air, chasing the smell mack carries around. will saves the memory as one of his favorites - the rookie's mouth falling open, completely shocked, when he understand why mack smells so different.
hii omegaverse fic anon here i’m like half ish way through writing it and honestly i don’t think i have ever gotten so into writing a fic like i have this one it’s kinda strange.
Anyway a little sneak peak!
He curls up against the pillows grabbing the hoodie that’s stuffed underneath a pillow at the head of his nest. The hoodie is one of Will’s that’s drenched in his scent.
Macklin holds it up to his face, breathing in deeply through his nose as he closes his eyes.
The scent helps a bit, dulling the ache in his chest and settling his stomach slightly, but not as much as being on the phone with Will.
That’s how Macklin ends up falling asleep, tear tracks on his cheeks, nose stuffed in the fabric of Will’s hoodie.
This is going to be after their rookie season together so they are 18 n 20
I already love this!! Can’t wait to see it fully once you’ve finished it <3
P. S. Mack falling asleep crying has already broken my heart. WILLIAM CHARLES PATRICK SMITH, COME HERE AND CUDDLE YOUR OMEGA RIGHT THIS SECOND!
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Can i also mention omega mack who hasn't purred since he was a pup and he's literally forgotten that's a thing omegas can do so when will makes him purr for the first time mack is fully convinced himself he's dying
alpha will who’s working with mack’s dad. he’s his closest and most trusted guy in the company right now and rick knows he will want to put him in charge one day, so he makes sure will spends enough time with him to learn.
celebrinis go to their summer house and of course, will gets an invitation.
he comes two days after mack and his family came there, looking so perfect and fresh, with his pretty long golden curls and baby blue shorts, and white shirt that gets half unbuttoned just few hours later when they’re all catching some sun at the lake.
and mack can’t stop staring. cant stop staring at will’s handsome veiny hands, his strong shoulders, his tanned chest, that impossibly attractive happy trail that gets lost under the shorts that are hanging too low on his hips. his strong legs, thick muscular thighs. he wants to bury his head between them and suck him for so long they will both forget their own names.
and this scent. this perfect mix of earl grey tea and vanilla. it makes mack’s nose itch and his head buzz, and his heart pound furiously with need.
mack never had such a crush on anyone. and the fact that will’s so nice doesn’t help. he always notices mack, always includes him, always stays close, always so gentle and respectful. he’s older and responsible, and mack’s whole family love him. just such a perfect alpha.
will is a gentleman and it makes mack incredibly horny.
so one night after coming to bed, when the house is already asleep, mack thinks about how perfect will looked few hours ago, shirtless and sweaty, while playing tennis with aiden. how the drops of sweat kept dripping from his forehead and down across his abs, and he imagines how it would feel like, if he was able to lick the sweat from will’s tan skin.
mack squeezes his thighs, fully aware of how wet he is already. his hand sneaks under the fabric of his shorts and he almost moans will’s name when he presses his fingers to his hot, wet pussy.
he comes twice - for so long, slick dripping down his shaking thighs, just so nasty, once from his own fingers and once from humping his pillow, imagining it’s will face he’s riding.
he doesn’t bother with putting an underwear on and he doesn’t pick a fresh pair of shorts neither, his pussy still wet with juices, the shorts also soaked from before he took them off. and he comes downstairs to get a glass of ice cold water.
in the half dark kitchen, will sits by the table with a can of coke in one hand, phone in other. he drops his phone on the table like he was unable to hold it anymore, when mack stops in front of him, with messy hair and red cheeks, smelling purely like a wet slick. like an omega that just railed himself.
will looks down, at mack’s soaked shorts and smiles.
omega mack who works at vineyard vines (yes i think will totally shopped there) and alpha will just moved into town!
one day will comes in to try new clothes and leaves clothes that hes tried on hanging in the fitting room once hes done bc he didnt end up liking any of them
mack comes in to clean up after customers who were too lazy to hang the clothes they tried on at the rack at the entrance of the fitting rooms grumbling with an armful of clothes
he enters the last room and is immediately bombarded with the most heavenly scent ever
sandalwood and bergamot with a hint of cinnamon which reminded mack of the trails back home and the hot chocolate with a dash of cinnamon that would be waiting for them when theyd get back home
he couldnt help himself. his arms fell limp to his sides causing the clothes to fall to the floor in the process but he didnt care. he was drunk on this delicious scent
his hands were alrdy reaching towards the forgotten sweater on the bench, clearly not one of their products on sale, and brought it to his nose taking a deep breath in
his shoulders immediately relaxed and he couldnt help but burrow his nose deeper into the fabric practically drowning himself in this alphas scent
suddenly all of his worries were gone and he was hit with the itch to build a nest with this sweater as the focal point so he could cuddle it before he went to sleep
before he was able to take another breath deep in the sweater, someone was awkwardly coughing behind him
mack whirled around his cheeks already burning and eyes wide because shit that was probably the owner of this sweater and he was so fucked shit shit-
“hi” said the most gorgeous fucking alpha his hand up in an attempt to wave “um i left my sweater here earlier?”
mack realized he was still holding said sweater and in an attempt to get over the embarrassment already coursing through this entire body (he wanted a hole to appear right below his feet so he could disappear RIGHT NOW) he balled it up, threw it at the (very handsome) alpha, grabbed the clothes that he dropped on the floor and shouldered his way past the alpha and ran out of the fitting rooms into the back of the store
god he was absolutely mortified.. he just hoped that if the alpha ever came here again mack would NOT be working
mack shouldve just quit his job because the next day the alpha was there.
he was busy refolding clothes that some customers thoughtlessly tossed back into the stack of neatly folded tops when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder
he placed the shirt he was folding over his arm and turned around with the best customer service smile that he could muster and immediately back tracked because the gorgeous alpha from yesterday was standing in front of him with the cutest most endearing smile and he didn’t notice how blue his eyes were yesterday but now that he’s standing in front of him he can see how deep and crystal clear they are god he could just get lost in them-
“hey” the alpha said breaking mack out of that embarrassing fucking rabbit hole he was taking himself down “im the guy from yesterday? i left my sweater and-“
oh god he was probably here to complain because of how creepy and weird mack was acting like a fucking panty sniffer huffing and puffing into a random alphas sweater and the alpha was definitely going to report him to management which would mean that he was going to get fired and then he’d have to find another fucking job after he just got a (arguably) better one after working at fuck ass in-n-out for 2 years and-
“IM SO SORRY ABOUT YESTERDAY” mack cut the alpha off who looked very taken aback by macks sudden outburst “um i dont know what came over me i wasnt thinking im so sorry please dont report me” he begged trying his best to look as much as a pitiful omega as he could (which didnt take much considering he was making minimum wage and still living with his parents despite being 20 years old)
the alpha furrowed his eyebrows and quickly shook his head “oh no no youre all fine i didnt mind that a very pretty omega like yourself enjoyed my scent that much” he said smiling
and he had the cutest bunny teeth ugh mack wanted to gnaw at his jaw— wait. he just registered what the alpha had said and before he could question him he was already opening his mouth again
“which is why im here actually. i couldnt ask you for your name and number yesterday and i couldnt get you out of my head so i figured id try again the next day. lucky me you were here” the alpha said giggly slightly
holy fuck.
mack stared. he knew he looked dumb as hell with his mouth hanging open and his eyes so wide they were probably bulging out of their sockets but will didnt seem to mind and just kept talking
“oh! i forgot to introduce myself! my name is will. i just moved here with some friends.”
okay gorgeous alphas name is will. noted
“well judging by how you acted yesterday im hoping that youre also interested in me? if you dont want to give me your number that’s totally fine but id love to put a name to such a beautiful face.” will said smiling shyly with a hand scratching the back of his neck
“its mack.” mack responded. he couldnt let this opportune moment to slip out of his hands because an alpha with this otherworldly beauty was asking him for his number AND he smelled absolutely divine the dash of cinnamon was becoming more intense almost like will was getting too excited to control his scent
“mack” will repeated to himself “nice to meet you. and can i ask for your number? id love to get to know you, maybe you could show me around?”
“yes! yes id love to.” mack said, a bit too eagerly “here let me type it in”
will picks him up the next day and makes mack direct him around town claiming that he gets lost all the time even with his car’s gps so trusting someone who has lived here pretty long was more reliable
mack took him to the his favorite lunch spot that he discovered years ago then to the park that his parents would take him and his siblings to every weekend with their dog then to the ice cream spot that everyone in their town loved and ended the day back in wills car just driving around with no real end destination
neither of them wanted the day to end.
but will ends up dropping mack off at his doorstep waiting for mack to fish his keys out of his pockets
and mack. who has never felt this electrified with anyone before was gently grabbing wills face with both hands and planting a sweet kiss on wills lips (which were extremely soft) and he could taste the chocolate from the ice cream they had earlier
“i had a lot of fun” mack said softly after he stepped back “text me?”
and will stood with his mouth open a hand coming up to touch his lips in disbelief “yeah definitely sweetheart ill text you once i figured out what we should do for our next date.”
and with that mack stepped inside his house while will walked back to his car to drive back to his own apartment not before waving mack goodbye again
god mack couldnt wait to see him again
10 mins later his phone was buzzing
will <3: ill come pick you up after your shift tmrw
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So.. i may have started writing a oneshot of accidentally bonded omegaverse wm and i have never written omegaverse before so i was wondering do these scents make sense for wm?
Mack: A sweet vanilla base mixed with crisp and refreshing ocean breeze
Will: Warm dark amber base with sun-bleached driftwood and coastal sage
Hi, first of all, I’m so excited to read your oneshot when it’s posted - I love a good ‘accidentally bonded’ WillMack fic 🤭 And second of all, the scents do make sense, don’t worry!! I love it <3