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and when another alpha shows the omega interest suddenly its a problem for the alpha and they go on and on abt how the omega shouldn’t be getting with just anyone because its just different

Sweet like Marabou by strawberrylemonadeoverice

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith

Summary: All the way down. Long, luscious hair. Perky little noses. Soft jawlines. Thin bodies, ones that were lovingly sculpted rather than bitterly chipped away at. Manicured hands gleaming with jewelry. A different outfit in every photo, depending on which clothing company sponsored the post. Crop tops and short shorts. Tiny leather skirts and heeled boots.

He knows that it’s all for appearances, to keep people from prying too deeply into their lives. His own following on his main account basically looks the same. Models and influencers, the kinds whose DMs guys their age try to slide into.

It doesn’t stop the bitter flare of envy that creeps up his throat, sitting heavy in his stomach.

The luminous, lovely, insanely talented @bluishfrog drew this for me as a birthday gift and I can’t stop looking at it and beaming. BEAMING. The softness! Mack falling asleep on his guy as Will reads to him! The tangle of limbs! My favourite book club 🦈📚🩵

will would hurl some insults and mack would hurl some right back unaffected

they start a strange sort of “competition” of trying to get the other to move out but neither are backing down

from mack leaving his knotting dildos out in the open (do they really fit inside of macks pussy??) to will walking around the dorm with his gray sweats hung low so his happy trail and v line were showing to make the omega uncomfortable (why the hell was his dick that big theres just no way)

until one day mack brought an alpha home and will was awoken by macks bed frame slamming against their shared wall and mack.

macks high pitched moans and whines and begging were all will could hear that night his voice as he begged that fuck ass alpha to fuck him harder or thats it alpha right there fuck im close! rang through his mind as he tried and failed to fall back asleep

the next morning mack was glowing with a satisfied smile and a bit of a limp he greeted will good morning with a giggle and a sly smile as he asked will how he slept

it was so on

and so ensued the sex competition between the alpha and the omega to disrupt the others sleep as much as they could by bringing an omega or alpha home to fuck and be as obnoxiously loud about it as possible

when will brought an omega home he made sure to spend most of his time between her legs and make her scream telling her to let him hear her and teasing her about how he could hear how much her pussy wanted it every time he pushed his fingers in and out and a nasty wet sound echoed through his room he made sure to grab her wrists and hold them against her belly to prevent her from muffling her moans

he wanted mack to hear

and the next day he walked out (shirtless with his gray sweats cause he liked how flushed mack always got) and saw mack at their kitchen counter glowering at his coffee

but will didnt know when he started to look forward to hearing mack scream and cry and beg the alpha fucking him to fuck him ever harder or when he started to imagine that the pussy that he was fucking was macks and that it was macks bright and pretty green eyes that were the ones shedding tears into his pillows as he plowed into them or when he started to whip his dick out every time mack got fucked and stroke his dick to the rhythm of the bed frame pounding against the wall leaning his head against it to hear mack better shirt in between his teeth as he huffed and groaned lowly as he finished at the same time as mack

will smith/macklin celebrini. explicit. 11.9k words.

tags: light dom/sub, dom will, sub mack, subspace, under-negotiated kink, kneeling, nonverbal communication, hand feeding, finger sucking, praise kink, oral sex, face-fucking, cockwarming, coming in pants, kink negotiation, frottage, love confessions

“Macklin. Sit the fuck down.” The floor rattled beneath the force of Macklin’s knees slamming against it, and the two of them were left to stare wide-eyed at each other. One too many moments passed, and tears began to collect along the edges of Macklin’s frightened gaze, nails digging into the skin stretched over his kneecaps. Startled by his own instincts, a bit like a cat afraid of its own tail.

Robyn always says the drive was already there. Mack was the kid begging to be driven to the rink before sunrise, the one who couldn’t stop thinking about hockey. Rick didn’t put that fire in him. But he did everything he could to make sure it never went out.

Every practice mattered. Every rep mattered. Every mistake became a lesson. Rick raised him to believe that discipline would carry him farther than talent ever could. Little by little, hockey stopped being something Mack simply loved. It became who he is.

Rick looks at his son sometimes and sees a machine. Relentless, disciplined, unbelievably good. The kind of player everyone dreams of coaching. He was always preparing for the next skate, the next game, the next season. Always chasing something. But he also wonders if he taught Mack to be an athlete first before he ever learned how to simply be a boy.

Then Will came along.

And for the first time in years, Rick noticed something changing.

Mack laughed more. He lingered after practice with Will instead of rushing to the next workout. He started to talk about movies and cafes and stupid inside jokes instead of faceoff percentages and edge work. Sometimes when the Celebrinis are together, he can hear Mack in his room at night talking to somebody, laughing so hard he snorts. He looked lighter.

Maybe because Will reminded Mack that there is always supposed to be a life outside of hockey. That he can watch rom-coms, drink espresso martinis, wander around cities with no plans, go to cafes and people-watch, make dumb jokes, be imperfect, be twenty, and none of it makes him any less of a hockey player… that hockey didn’t have to be the only thing worth living for.

his alpha, will, tries to cuddle up with macklin in his nest and accidentally knocks a pillow carefully placed by mack's head out of place which sends macklin into a frenzy.

macklin does not talk to him for a hot minute because he messed up his nest and now will is evil because now mack's nest will never be the same again.

will offers a well worn hoodie as a peace offering, which macklin stuffs in place of the pillow.