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will who keeps insisting for a while, not understanding why mack is being so weird over something so trivial, but who ends up relenting nonetheless once he understands that mack is serious.

mack who thinks he’s finally done with the whole ordeal until he walks into the alpha’s apartment one night and finds will playing his guitar on the couch, eyes closed in concentration and nimble fingers dancing so easily and so tauntingly over the cords, slight veins along the back of his hands. mack immediately slicking up, so much that he feels it gushing out of him, scent going impossibly sweet in arousal as he stands transfixed by the sight, imagining those skilled fingers dancing over his skin and inside of him, playing him like will’s very own instrument.

will’s nostrils flaring, his head snapping towards the entryway as he opens his eyes to meet the omega’s. watching mack calculatingly for what feels like an eternity, silence stretching between them, before a smirk slowly starts creeping on his lips.

“that’s why you didn’t want to watch me play, huh?” he taunts, placing the instrument down before lounging back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest and legs spread wide, looking so alpha that mack feels saliva pool in his mouth. “you just get so wet imagining it’s your pussy instead my guitar, dontcha, sweetheart?” he purrs, eyes burning into mack where the omega is still standing, frozen in place.

mack feels himself nod along mindlessly to the alpha’s words, too consumed by the heat coursing through him to be able to think straight. a quiet whimper slips past his lips, traitorous and so ultimately needy.

“c’mere, angel.” will croons, waving him over with a quirk of his fingers, those same ones mack has imagined inside of himself more times than he’d ever dare to count, all the while his own were buried deep in his cunt and leaving him unsatisfied.

and like a puppet on a string, mack goes. he’s standing in front of the alpha before he even realises he’s taken a step, blood thrumming in anticipation and waiting for guidance. a surprised squeak leaves his mouth when will grabs his hips and pulls him onto his lap, so strong and so so close and smelling so good that mack feels dizzy with it.

“hi” mack whispers in quiet disbelief, the proximity to will making his blood thrum in anticipation. he swallows down a whimper when he rests his hands on the alpha’s shoulders, because will is just so broad and so strong, and despite being on top of him, mack feels undeniably small. the mere thought has him slicking up even more than he thought was possible, probably soaking through his pants and onto the alpha’s lap.

will’s grin softens, his hands tracing slow patterns against mack’s hips. “hi, sweetheart.” he greets just as quietly, voice impossibly fond, before ever so gently pressing their lips together.

it doesn’t stay gentle for long. the second will nips at mack’s bottom lip, the omega’s mouth parts around a keen, granting the alpha entrance. suddenly, they’re kissing like they’re trying to consume each other, slick lips and tongues sliding fervently against each other’s, and mack simply can’t help the way his hips keep making those aborted little thrusts, grinding down onto the alpha’s clothed cock, so fucking big and warm and twitching against mack’s cunt, aided by will’s guiding hands.

a displeased whine leaves his lips when the alpha separates their mouths, but will is quick to shush him, chuffing quietly. “why don’t i show you what my fingers can do, huh? play with your pussy like i do my guitar.” he purrs against mack’s ear.

“fuck- yeah, please. want it.” mack begs, nodding vigorously into the crook of will’s neck, rubbing his face against the alpha’s scent gland as he feels his cunt clench around nothing, so empty and so desperately aching to be filled.

if you were to decide what animals ur ships(willmack, bedmint, etc) would be in a hybrid au, what animals would they be?

i love hearing what animals other people think of these aus so i’m curious:)

i think mack would make a wonderful bunny, despite will being the one that has the teeth for it. he would have pretty floppy ears and a bushy tail that will would absolutely love to tug on. his foot would thump whenever he’s happy or excited, which would be an almost constant around will. will himself would be a dog or even a wolf, his attentive ears twitching at the slightest sound and his tail wagging wildly whenever he’s excited, his sharp canines glinting between his lips when he’d smirk, growling whenever another predator hybrid gets close to mack.

fraser would be a bear, no questions asked, big and warm and gentle until probed, then he’d turn deadly. he would have pretty round ears poking out of his curls and giant paw-like hands that he’d steer connor around with. connor would be a cat, the standoffish kind that glares at you silently when they want you to pet them but don’t know how to ask for it. he would have pretty pointy ears and a tail that would almost always be either wrapped around his own leg or in his hands as he fidgets with it, unless he’s with someone he trusts, like fraser or mack (not frank, because frank the dog would just make fun of him for it) then it would be swinging swiftly behind him or wrapped around some part of them. he would purr whenever he’s curled up with fraser, a little awkward and staticky, and silently headbutt him for pets.

samisa would both undoubtedly be dogs. misa with his sharp little puppy teeth that would gnaw on anything they could possibly latch onto. (ie: any part of sam’s body they can reach) his ears would be floppy and he would get embarrassed about how much his tail wags when he’s around sam. sam would be less puppy-like, but he would still be a giant oaf. the kind of big dog that still thinks they’re a lap-dog, just big and clumsy with pointish ears and a tail that’s constantly wagging no matter what he does, and giant paw-like hands.

we’ve already talked about that one together, but gabe would most definitely be a fawn, some kind of male doe. with his big beautiful doe eyes that would make it so that no one could ever refuse him anything. his bushy tail and pretty ears would be very twitchy and he would get embarrassed about it, and they would be a light shade of brown with white spots. matt could be be a giant dog, very similar to sam, clumsy and still thinking they’re a lap-dog, but the difference is that he would be more mindful of his size and try to be as gentle as he could with gabe. but the other option i’m very fond of is a stag. imposing and with gorgeous antlers that would bump into everything and that gabe would help him shed the velvet off of, but he would ultimately be the gentlest and clumsiest of stags, still incredibly fawn-like and playful, and quite honestly a little ridiculous, but incredibly protective!

will coming back to the frat house and opening the door to his room to find mack sitting on his desk, legs crossed over each other and looking up at will through the lens of his glasses, lips stretched into an innocent smile and looking like the epitome of heaven and debauchery all at once. pure sin and divinity in human form as he bats his eyelashes, taunting sweetly and so filthily, “i’ve been naughty, professor.”

and will simply losing it, the sight that’s been plaguing him for months, if not years, too much for him to even bear looking at, feeling every single ounce of the blood in his body rushing south and leaving him panting and dizzy. he’s moving before he even realises, eyes wide in wonder as he comes to stand in front of mack, hands grabbing his plush hips tightly and tugging him into him, the movement forcing mack’s legs open.

“fuck, baby, look at you.” he whispers reverently, too overwhelmed by the sight of his boyfriend to pretend otherwise, letting his gaze and hands run over every inch of mack they can reach. “dressed up so pretty for me, huh?”

he watches as a beautiful shade of pink rises along mack’s cheeks, the boy blinking owlishly up at will, nodding his ascent. “s’for your birthday. wanted to be pretty for you.”

and will simply has to kiss him stupid for that, attacking mack’s mouth with his own with a force that surprises even himself, his hands sliding over the soft surface of mack’s thighs until they reach his hips. a groan slips from his mouth when he feels delicate lace beneath his fingertips. “you’re killing me, baby.” he separates himself from mack’s body, ignoring the boy’s displeased whine and patting his hip with a firm hand, feeling on the verge of insanity with the need coursing through him. “c’mon, angel. turn over, wanna look at you.”

mack nods immediately, dazed and kissed pliant as he lets will take off his glasses for him, then leans into will’s guiding hands until he’s bent over the desk, chest down and ass up. the skirt barely covers anything, his godsent thighs and lace covered cheeks fully on display for will’s eyes to rove over.

“will, c’mon” mack whines, tilting his hips back in an attempt to get will to touch him.

“shh, sweetheart. just let me appreciate by birthday gift. you look so pretty like this.” will shushes mack quietly, his voice almost a coo. he can’t help the smirk that grows on his lips when his eyes catch onto the place where the lace panties seem distorted, the material stretching over a shape that will recognises all too well. “oh baby, you really weren’t lying when you said you’ve been naughty, huh?” he steps closer to mack, bringing a hand to brush his fingers over the base of mack’s favourite plug.

mack gasps at the sensation, tucking in face into the crook of his arms and making his spine arch sinfully. “m’sorry” he wimpers. “just wanted to be ready for you.”

“it’s okay, angel. you’ll make it up to me by being good, right?” will purrs as his hands grab ahold of mack’s plush hips, his grip firm and holding him in place to keep him from squirming. a chuckle slips past his lips when mack starts nodding vigorously. “i know you will, baby. gonna be my good girl?”

he watches as the words register in mack’s brain, his muscles tensing before instantly falling pliant under will’s hands, a whimper falling past his lips, so high and needy and ultimately girlish. “y-yeah, please, wanna be your good girl.” he whines against the skin of his arm, sheepish and visibly a little embarrassed by how much he wants it, wants to be will’s girl.

and god, does mack stay true to his word, being so unbelievably good as he lets will atone him of his wrongdoings, pliant and boneless and drooling into the crook of his arms as will holds him down by a head on the back of his neck and fucks into him relentlessly, being so warm and so good and so divinely tight around will’s cock, lace panties pushed to the side and pretty pink skirt fluttering around his hips with each of will’s thrusts, crying out so loudly that will’s knows with certainty that the entire house can hear them, as will continuously praises him for being so good, the best fucking girl for me, and “so beautiful like this, angel, the prettiest girl” “taking me so well, baby, so fucking tight ‘round my cock, god” “such a perfect cunt, could spend the rest of my life inside of you” “my good girl, s’like god made you just for this, just for me”

i am very obviously a sucker for omegaverse aus!!

bio!sub is also a huge one for me, especially when the dynamics are actually representative of real life bdsm. (minus the biological aspect of it, obviously!)

in terms of tropes, friends to lovers will forever be my favourite, especially when they’re yearningggg. non-actually unrequited love is just so buzzy.

i would absolutely love to see more hybrid aus, everything about it just hits the spot sooooo so well. i need to write one actually.

mhm… alpha will who simply can’t keep his eyes off of mack, watching his omega patter around their house in nothing but one of will’s shirts and cotton panties, holding his stomach and almost waddling from how round and heavy he is. a delicious flush to his full cheeks, because will provides for his omega, feeds him wonderfully well and succumbs to mack’s every craving. his godgiven childbearing hips that seem to get fuller with each day, that the alpha loves to grab onto as he holds mack in his lap, fucking into him so deeply and reverently while mack lays back against his chest and lets will take care of him, keening quietly and purring. his stomach that just keeps growing because will’s pup is in there, will’s the one who’s pumped mack full of him again and again and again until it had no choice but to take. will made mack his, claimed him in a way no one else ever could, bite mark on his delicate neck and stomach heavy with the proof of will’s own doing. and everyone knows, everyone can see how well will takes care of his omega, how well he’s pumped him full and how mack belongs to him only.

Soooo fuckin' good though, oh my god 🫣

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i don’t know what’s happening with tumblr at the moment but my notifications are doing god knows what. half of the time i either don’t receive them at all, or i do but tumblr somehow won’t show them to me.

(Cooked this one up just for you 😉)

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mack had never put much thought into the whole ‘people calling their partners daddy’ thing. or at least, the times he had thought about it, he’d simply brushed if off and put it into the box of things he’d heard about and found too gross to even consider. he’d never seen the appeal, and honestly found it a bit disturbing, morbid even, because the people that did call their partners daddy definitely had to have at least a few issues.

he wasn’t prepared to start actively thinking about it, because of none other than sam dickinson.

it all starts in the locker room, of all places, when him and will walk in on a random tuesday morning for practice, only to find most of the team that’s already arrived circled around dickie, who’s showing them something on his phone, -a tiktok, if the loud indiscernible music coming from it means anything- and laughing like it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever seen. dickie’s the first the notice them, and his eyes glint with malice as he starts shouting, waving them over exaggeratedly. “you gotta see this, guys.”

will and mack exchange a look as they walk over to gather around sam’s phone with the rest of the team, mack barely suppressing an eye roll because it’s seven in the morning and he’s tired, and dickie’s stupid tiktoks are never funny.

his stomach does a funny thing, when he finally, and a little belatedly, registers what’s on the screen pressed way too close to his and will’s faces. the tiktoks, -because there are multiple- that were apparently funny enough to make the team laugh way too loudly this early in the morning, seem to just be an endless aray of edits of none other than will, to the soundtrack of that stupid “daddy’s home” song that’s been going viral on social media lately.

and it’s not even the edits themselves, because he’s seen so many edits of will that he’s lost count, and he doesn’t need a stupid video to show him his boyfriend is hot, thank you very much. but it’s the song, that has his stomach doing that weird thing it always does whenever will wears backward caps and most of the sweatpants in his closet. it’s the song, and that stupid, stupid word that’s always weirded out mack so much that he usually prefers to forget it’s even a thing.

“that’s like, kinda weird.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes halfheartedly, averting them from the offending tiktoks still playing from dickie’s phone. he doesn’t get a chance to see will’s reaction, because warso bursts through the door and starts urging them to get on the ice.

fortunately, being on the ice makes him forget about what happened in the locker room. unfortunately, the second they’re back in the locker room, sweaty and still panting and muscles screaming, he remembers the entire ordeal.

and it’s like he just can’t stop thinking about it, after that. his eyes catch onto will’s form from where his boyfriend is changing out of his sweaty undershirt two stalls down, muscles in his back bulging with the movement and skin shining with sweat, and that stupid stupid song runs on a loop in mack’s head. it’s there when will opens the passenger door of his bronco for mack, when he fiddles with the ac and the aux until they’re exactly the way mack likes them, when he drives them home, one hand steady on the steering wheel and the other resting on mack’s thigh, looking so fucking in charge, eyes fixed on the road and taking care of mack in so many small ways but that mean so much.

so, no matter what will does, that stupid song is playing in mack’s head. and he can’t pinpoint exactly when the song turns into the word alone, maybe it’s when they get home and will kneels down to take mack’s shoes off for him, pressing a reverent kiss to his hip before getting back up, or maybe when will gets out of the shower and walks around the apartment shirtless for just a few minutes, but long enough for mack to admire the way his boyfriend’s recent bulk makes the muscles in his upper body stretch and expand and makes him just look so big, so strong, reminding him of how easily will’s able crush mack with his body weight and hold him down.

either way, the constant and shameful loop of “daddy daddy daddy” running through his mind and making heat pool low in his stomach is undoing everything he’s ever thought to be true about his feelings when it came to it. or maybe he’s just the one with issues, now, dreaming of will taking care of him, calling him baby and cooing at him softly, or picking him up and throwing him around like a ragdoll, unraveling him piece by piece, doing whatever he wants to mack because will’s his d-

will’s voice shakes him out of his thoughts so suddenly that it almost leaves him gasping. “mack, sweetheart. can you come here a sec?” he hears will call, coming from the bedroom and all the way to where mack is sitting on the couch.

it takes mack a second to regain control of his traitorous mind, but once he does, he can’t help but be annoyed. they’re supposed to watch a movie, and will is making him move from where he’s already settled and comfortable on the couch.

“why?” he whines petulantly. “can’t you come here instead? i’m comfortable.”

“mack.”

and sue him, but mack immediately gets up and practically skips to their bedroom when he registers the commanding tone in will’s voice. when he arrives, he sees will in their bed, lounging back against the headboard with an arm behind his head, still fucking shirtless, looking so big and so good that it makes mack’s breath itch despite his previous annoyance. he’s looking at mack like he’s ready to fucking devour him, and mack immediately understands the turn their night has just taken.

“c’mere, angel.” will waves him over with a singular motion of his fingers, a predatory smirk on his lips.

like a puppet on strings, mack goes, practically rushing over to will, all previous thoughts forgotten as he feels a rush of pure heat course through him.

“that’s right, baby. come to daddy.” will purrs, his eyes molten and his smirk turning smug, like he’s so fucking pleased with himself, and mack justs. completely freezes, one knee on the bed from where he was about to straddle his boyfriend, breath caught in his throat and his mouth gaping open, his eyes fluttering shut despite himself and nothing but heat heat heat in his belly.

he can’t even begin to try to understand what’s just happened, why that goddamn stupid word that’s been haunting him the entire day has just felt will’s mouth, or why it makes him feel like he’s burning alive, molten lava coursing through his veins and cock twitching desperately in his underwear.

will’s smirk widens impossibly further, tongue poking between his teeth and looking at mack like he knows, like he did it on purpose.

“will- what-“ mack croaks out, the words barely audible.

will cuts him off by grabbing his still hovering hips, pulling mack onto his lap. mack goes willingly, falling pliant and completely boneless in his boyfriend’s firm hold despite the lingering mix of embarrassment and confusion and heat heat heat swirling through him. will tucks his face into mack’s neck, nosing at the skin and making him shiver.

his lips brush mack’s ear as he purrs, “you really think i hadn’t noticed, sweetheart? you’ve been staring at me all day, looking at me the way you do when you want me to hold you down and fuck the thoughts out your pretty head. ever since dickie showed us those videos.”

and mack wants to deny it, to say anything that would somehow tell will that he’s wrong, that mack isn’t into something so depraved and weird, but all that comes out is a pitifully loud whimper, so desperate and pathetic, because will knows, and he’s hard underneath mack, and mack needs him so much it hurts, needs to hear that word come out of will’s mouth, and even his own.

“i know, my poor angel. you’ve been waiting all day, huh?” will cooes at him, his hands tightening around mack’s hips, guiding him to grind against will’s own cock, making him cry out into will’s neck. “but don’t worry, baby. daddy’s here, and he’s gonna take care of you.”

leno who gets closer and closer to aiden, still running his mouth, smirk on his face and so fucking smug, until aiden’s finally had enough and somehow ends up pining leno against the wall, hand around his throat and telling him to keep his goddamn mouth shut.

leno falling completely pliant against the wall, a quiet whine slipping past his parted lips, eyes wide open and looking up at aiden through his eyelashes like he’s waiting to see what he’ll do next, so alike a prey that knows they’ve just been caught and is now willingly surrendering.

lane’s reasoning being that he’s heard one too many spiels of mack complaining about the fact that none of the alphas he goes on dates with ever want to eat him out, and that the shirt might help and make an alpha want to prove him wrong. which, fucking weird, but he can’t back out now.

mack still grumbles about it the entire night, because knotheads with egos the size of a building keep coming to bother him about it, and it’s even worse because the second aiden caught sight of him from across the room earlier, he immediately turned the other way, horrified and seemingly ashamed of mack. mack might have laughed if he was in a better mood.

they’ve migrated to a quieter part of the house and mack is sipping on a disgustingly warm high noon, considering going back to his dorm after yet another alpha gave him a distasteful look, when lane, who’s absolutely hammered at this point, disappears for a brief second only to come back dragging an alpha by the arm and depositing him in front of mack like a cat would a dead bird, and excitedly shouting over the music, “look, mack, i found the perfect alpha for you”

it turns out that the alpha is none other than will smith, president of aiden’s frat and the one mack’s had a crush on since the beginning of the year, who’s wearing a shirt that says “sit on my face, if i die i die” and staring holes into mack’s own shirt, looking personally offended by the words.

mack’s brain shortcircuits. he thinks he might have entered his wildest dream and worst nightmare all in one. the mere implications of the writing on the alpha’s shirt are enough to make heat pool in his stomach, that he desperately tries to shove down.

“what kind of knothead alphas have you encountered, dude? they should be lining up to worship you” will’s affronted voice shakes him out of his train of thoughts.

a silence passes, mack staring back at will in pure disbelief, wondering if he’s just heard what he’s heard, before the alpha suddenly speaks again, giving mack fucking whiplash as he grins, tongue laving over his teeth. “i could, if you wanted to.” and-

what the fuck.

mack feels himself immediately and so fucking embarrassedly slicking up once the words register, his scent sweetening in the air around them as his face heats up. what the actual fuck is going on, he thinks, a little insanely.

when he tries to respond, nothing comes out. he feels at a loss for words, brain going syrupy as a wave of need courses through him. thankfully, will saves him the trouble, taking a step closer to mack, eyes darkening and nostrils flaring as he tracks the omega’s obvious reaction, his lips inching into a predatory smirk.

“yeah? you gonna let me worship you, sweetheart?” he purrs, canines glinting in the strobing coloured lights, and he’s so close, and he smells so fucking good, and mack is nodding before he’s even realising it, desperate and so pathetically wanton.

will takes mack by the hand and leads him upstairs to a room absolutely saturated in the alpha’s scent, pressing mack against the door and kissing him until the omega’s boneless and whining and desperately trying to pull at their clothes, before he lays back against the pillows and pats his chest. mack hesitates for a fraction of a second, before remembering the words written on will’s shirt, and undressing faster than he probably ever has, immediately situating himself over the alpha’s chest.

“c’mon, baby. get up here.” will urges him, strong hands bracketing mack’s hips, his tongue laving over his lips, looking at mack like he wants to fucking devour him.

mack has no other choice but to listen, then, knees inching higher until his cunt is right over the alpha’s face, and letting his weight drop.

and fuck, does will make good of his word, kissing and licking over the omega’s dripping folds, tongue lapping at his hole and sucking on his throbbing clit, moaning against him like he’s fucking enjoying himself, the vibrations making mack whimper and cry out littles “fuck fuck fuck, alpha, please-“ at how fucking unbelievably good it feels, thighs trembling around the alpha’s head and hips shifting uncontrollably, riding will’s face until he finally comes with a scream, gushing into will’s mouth and keening loudly through it, hands gripping the headboard and his head thrown back, the alpha’s guiding hands around his hips holding him so tightly that mack’s sure there’ll be bruises left behind.

he comes back to himself slowly, still trembling whining quietly in his throat, head cottony and listening through the blood rushing through his ears as the alpha babbles nonsensically in between reverent kisses pressed into the skin of his thighs, praising him for doing so good, the most perfect omega, and “best pussy i’ve never had, taste so fucking sweet” “could worship you every day if you’d let me” “s’like you were fucking made for me, baby” voice soft and delirious and most definitely slick-drunk.

Do with this WHATEVER you please 😋

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mhm…. omega connor who decides to buy a skirt just to see his alpha’s reaction… parading around their apartment with nothing underneath, letting the fabric flutter around his hips and getting increasingly wet from the friction of his thighs rubbing against his folds and the way he can feel fraser’s eyes burning through him from the other side of the room.

his alpha fraser who’s trying so hard to stay unaffected because he knows connor’s just doing this to tempt him, and he wants to let his omega squirm a little, anticipate the moment fraser’ll finally break, even if he can feel himself losing his control with every glimpse of connor’s inner thighs, still laden with marks left by his own teeth the night before.

fraser watching connor purposely bend down over the couch to grab the remote and looking over his shoulder with a smirk, bratty glint in his eyes daring fraser to do something, legs spread just enough to give the alpha a glimpse of his dripping pussy, lips pink and swollen with arousal and looking like the best meal fraser’s ever had.

fraser has no other choice, then. he’s across the room in less time than it takes to say it, knees hitting the carpet with a loud thud as he grips connor’s hips tight enough to bruise, lifting his skirt and exposing his twitching cunt to the room. the sight is so beautiful and so his that he simply has to take a moment to just stare.

“frase, c’mon” the omega whines, pushing his hips back into the alpha’s hands, so shamelessly needy.

“c’mon what, connie? is there something you want?” fraser can’t help but tease as he so lightly brushes connor’s lips with his thumb, the sight of his omega getting impatiently desperate so pleasing to him, even if he’s just as desperate to bury his face into connor’s dripping cunt.

“your mouth, idiot-“ connor snarls, before his words turn into a keen when fraser licks up a stripe over his twitching hole.

“don’t worry, baby. i’ll give you what you need.” he purrs, before diverting his mouth back to his omega’s cunt.

“mack, honey, what- what’s going on? what are you doing?” will asks gravelly, desperately trying to ignore the way his new fangs are aching, his instincts urging him to do something, to bite and claim and take take take. he doesn’t understand what’s happening, what’s coming over him, but all he knows is that he needs to take care of mack.

he forces himself to breathe through his nose, his mind going hazy with a need so deep it consumes his every thought. mack is still squirming around in will’s sheets, drenching them with his sweet sweet scent that will wants to lap from the source.

“alpha, i need you.” the omega whines, his scent starting to sour because will’s not doing anything, and he probably doesn’t even want mack, and-

will’s own scent automatically sweetens in response, ebbing away from him in waves and permeating the air between them in a desperate attempt to comfort the omega in distress in front of him. “what do you need, mack? tell me, i’ll do anything.” the alpha croons, voice trembling as he takes a tentative step closer to the bed, where mack is looking up at him, eyes wide and on the verge of tears, panting quietly.

“spend my heat with me, alpha” mack purrs, batting his eyelashes in will’s direction and smiling so sweetly, smelling so fucking good, like the most beautiful fountain the garden of eden could ever offer.

the word heat pulls at something deeply ingrained in will’s instincts, making his skin thrum, and through the blood pumping in his ears, he desperately tries to remember what little he might have learned about it since he was turned. a mantra of heat, need, breed, loops in his head as he instinctively moves closer, his hindbrain completely taking over as he covers the omega’s body with his own and claims his mouth, a growl slipping past his lips when mack keens against them.

“i’ll take care of you, omega. i’ll give you everything you need.” he growls, mouth diving into the omega’s neck and laving his tongue over his gland, nipping at the skin before he even knows he’s doing it, a silent promise.

and taking care of mack, will does, letting his instincts take over him and guide him into covering the omega’s body with his own as he fuck and fucks and fucks into his sopping cunt, claiming him as slick drips down their thighs and soaks into the sheets beneath them, covering every inch of skin he can can reach with indents of his teeth and laves of his tongue as mack keens into the sheets, babbling and pleading for his alpha to knot him, while will croons into mack’s ear about how he’s such a good omega, so fucking perfect under him and making the prettiest noises, “you only belong to me, no one else’ll ever get you like this” “godgiven fucking pussy, so fucking good and tight around m’cock, swallowing me in, feels like heaven, baby” and “that’s it, omega, taking my cock so well, you’ll look so beautiful when i pump you full of my seed, the prettiest mama for our pups” as he forces his first ever knot into mack’s pussy and fills him up with so much cum that the omega’s stomach bulges with it, before sinking his teeth into the mack’s neck and claiming him as his his his.

mack stays extremely quiet and tries to brush off his teammates’ goading, keeping his head down to hide the blush rising along the apples if his cheeks. there’s no way in hell he’s ever mentioning any of his kinks out loud, and especially when will, the star of every single one of his fantasies, is sitting right there.

will is obviously doing the same, trying to stay under the radar until reevo makes a comment about how he’s “sure that will’s secretly into some hardcore shit, because it’s always the ones who look like angels”

a slow smirk grows on will’s face, a beat of silence passing as everyone waits. from the way will’s eyes are gleaming mischievously, they know something’s coming.

“shibari” will simply says, making mack’s heart immediately drop to his stomach, and his mind running on an increasingly heated loop of “oh my god oh my god oh my god” as his brain instantly conjures images of himself tied up in intricate patterns, completely and utterly at his best friend’s mercy. he knows it’s wrong, but he just can’t help it. the thought of will being into the same thing as him has his head reeling, heat pooling low in his stomach.

the team has a vastly different reaction, no one even understanding what will is talking about.

“man, what the hell is that, is it even a real thing or are you making shit up?” toff pipes in, his eyebrows twisting in a frown. a few of them nod along, thinking that will’s having their head.

mack doesn’t even realise he’s opened his mouth before the words come tumbling out. “japanese rope art. like, tying up people and stuff.” he blurts out, feeling his face heating up even more as everyone’s heads snap towards him.

he desperately avoids looking forward, berating himself for choosing tonight out of all nights to have sat across from will as he feels his best friend’s gaze burning through him.

reevo’s incredulous laugh pulls the team out of their stupeur. “how do you even know that, kid? like tying up people in your spare time, do you?”

mack averts his eyes down to the table in front of him, swallowing nervously as he opens his mouth to say something, anything that would get the attention off of him and the fact that his reaction is so obviously betraying the truth.

“nah, that’s mack we’re talking about guys.” delly pipes in, smirk audible in his voice. “he’s definitely the one getting tied up.”

mack resists the urge to hide his burning face in his hands, never been more thankful for toff when the man cuts the conversation short, saving him from embarrassing himself any further. “alright, that’s it, stop right there. i know way too much about those kids already and i don’t need anymore nightmare fuel.” he makes a disgusted face.

mack sends a thank you to whatever diety might be up there when the team lets the conversation ebb away after a round of good-natured laughter. he doesn’t miss the way will stays silent for the rest of the night, eyes burning through mack like he’s trying to crack his brain open with the force of his gaze.

the team decides to call it a night not long after, and mack pretends he doesn’t notice the unsubtle way a few of their teammates’ eyes jump between him and will as they get into will’s car. the drive back to their apartment is spent in charged silence, will’s hands tight around the steering wheel and mack’s brain coming up with scenario after scenario of his best friend binding him in all sorts of increasingly intricate ways. it doesn’t seem like will is going to bring up what happened at the bar, and mack hopes to fucking god that he’ll just let it go.

the second the door of their apartment closes behind them, mack is attempting to make a run for his bedroom without will saying anything, skin thrumming with the need for relief. he’s been half hard since will’s confession at the bar, and he might lose his mind if he doesn’t get a hand around himself now, and maybe a few fingers inside of himself too.

he’s stopped in his tracks by will speaking up, leaning back against the front door with his arms crossed in front of himself and a dangerous smirk dancing on his lips. “so, shibari, huh?”

mack averts his eyes toward his feet, swallowing nervously. “i could say the same to you.” he tries to retort, but it comes out in a mumble, too flustered to keep up appearances.

will hums, slowly stepping closer, like a predator circling their prey. “i’ve had an inkling for a while, you know.”

mack splutters, his face heating up. “what-“

“you always want to wrestle with me, and you always get so flustered whenever i end up pinning you down even though you could overpower me if you really tried.” he starts, voice gravely as he comes to a stop in front of him. mack can’t make himself meet will’s eyes, lest will sees how true his statement is, how badly mack is itching to just be held in place and taken.

“but you don’t even try to fight me off,” will continues, “you go boneless the second i have you under me, looking up at me like you’re just waiting for me to take care of you and give you what you need. isn’t that right, baby?” he purrs as he grips mack’s chin in between his fingers, tithing his head up and forcing mack to meet his eyes.

mack feels the fight drain out of him, lilting towards will as he nods frantically, itching with a need so deep it burns through his veins.

will’s smirk turns predatory, his tongue running over his teeth. “yeah, i thought so. just need someone to tie you up all pretty and have their way with you, huh?” he coees. “but don’t worry, angel, i’ll give you what you’re aching for.”

omega mack getting all confused and asking, “what? alphas really do that? i thought it was like a myth or something”

the room going completely silent, everyone’s mouth dropping open in shock because of mack’s comment.

“are you saying me you’ve never been eaten out before?” leno screeches, eyes immediately meeting will’s, who’s frozen in place, downright horrified by the fact that no one’s ever worshipped mack the way the omega deserves.

gabe, the only other omega present, immediately sympathising with mack. “that’s like, a crime. i’m sorry for you dude”

“no one’s ever offered before, so i didn’t think it was a real thing.” mack frowns, crossing his arms in front of himself defensively, not understanding why they’re all making such a big deal out of it.

“well, smitty, you know what you gotta do, dude” zeev smirks, eyes glinting mischievously and pulling will out of his stupeur.

will immediately getting up, taking a shocked mack’s hand and pulling him into another room.

the harem staying silent, gabe and leno avoiding each other’s eyes as they listen to mack’s noises slowly growing in intensity through the wall.

zeev lounging back on the couch with his arms crossed, smug grin on his lips because his plan to get them together finally worked.

his smile immediately dropping when will’s voice starts permeating through the walls, the alpha praising mack for doing so good, such a good omega for his alpha, and “you just needed someone to give it t’you good, huh, sweetheart?” “your pussy’s fucking divine, baby, so fucking sweet and tight ‘round my tongue” in between slick sounds of will working the omega through it until mack is screaming himself hoarse and crying out so loudly that the boys swear the walls shake.

will and mack coming back disheveled and absolutely reeking of slick, will’s hair a wild mess and his lips still glistening as he pants quietly, smiling dopily while mack stands next to him with a satisfied grin on his face, not an ounce of shame on his features.

the boys barely being able to look at them, still reeling over what they’ve just heard.

gabe clearing his throat and hesitantly asking, “well, huh, how was it?”

mack’s grin immediately widening, his eyes gleaming with self-satisfaction as he responds, “10/10. such a shame no one else’ll ever get to experience will’s mouth ever again.” he pouts sarcastically.

will’s eyes widening, taken aback by the comment, before he starts nodding frantically. “okay, yeah, whatever you want” he agrees, so completely whipped for the omega who’s just claimed him as his in front of his guys.

mack laying quietly in bed, thrumming with need as he listens for will’s breathing to make sure the alpha’s asleep before slipping his fingers into his underwear and sliding them into his sopping cunt as he bites his lip to hold back all his noises. whining quietly in his throat as he rubs circles over his clit, the room quiet unless for the slick sounds of him working his fingers inside himself until he comes around them, cunt gushing all over the hotel sheets as he imagines will in between his thighs, whispering filth against his dripping folds.

it all comes to a head after a glorious away win that led the team to going out. mack has barely had anything to drink, too pent up to even think about relaxing, and as he and will stumble back to their hotel room, mack tucked under will’s arm, he’s already slicking up from the way the alpha’s scent envelopes him. they take turns getting ready for bed in the bathroom, foregoing their usual ritual of watching a movie when will claims he’s too tired. mack is secretly incredibly thankful, his fingers twitching to relieve the throbbing in his cunt.

when they settle down into bed, mack tries to wait as long as possible, to listen to the alpha’s breathing to make sure he’s asleep, but he’s too fucking desperate. it’s as if his fingers have a mind of their own, already slipping into his panties before he’s had the chance to realise it, a breathy whine slipping past his lips before he can contain it. will’s scent permeates the room, bergamot and pine, a sweet hint of caramel that mack wants to feel melting on his tongue.

mack chokes on a lungful as he slides two fingers inside of himself, too far gone to even realise how much noise he’s making, whining and whimpering as he pumps them in and out, his other hand coming to rub circles over his aching clit.

he doesn’t hear will’s bed creaking through the blood pumping in his ears, and he doesn’t realise the alpha is very much awake, and very much standing at the edge of mack’s bed, arms crossed and his lips pulled into a smirk.

what makes him stop is the sudden uptick in his best friend’s scent, suddenly so rich and so close. he opens his eyes, freezing in place when he finds will a mere few inches away, looking at mack like he wants to devour him.

when he catches mack looking back at him, will’s smirk widens, so alike a predator that’s just pinned their prey to the ground, no chance of them escaping. “look at you” the alpha croons, his heated gaze raving over mack’s body, stopping at his hips. “so fucking desperate that you’ll get off even when i’m right there.”

mack whimpers, looking away, making the alpha’s eyes turn sharper, his canines glinting in the faint moonlight seeping through gaps in the blinds.

will slowly climbs onto the bed, pinning mack in place with his gaze as he towers over him, making the omega feel impossibly small. “you think i don’t hear you everytime we share a room? fucking your fingers inside your dripping cunt and trying to hide your sweet little noises because you think i’m asleep and don’t wanna wake me up?” the alpha purrs as he bends over mack’s body, caging him in.

mack whines, feeling another wave of slick drip out of him from the alpha’s words, from the knowledge that will’s been listening to him get off all this time, pretending to be asleep just a few feet away.

the alpha’s nostrils flare, his eyes tracking the flush rising along mack’s cheeks almost predatorily as a low growl sounds deep from his chest. “and you didn’t even wait until you thought i was asleep tonight, didn’t even try to hide your sweet little noises. bet you were wishing i’d hear how fucking desperate you were and come take care of you, huh, sweetheart?” will cooes, condescendingly, lifting one of his hands from the mattress to place it on mack’s hip, the touch firm and possessive and so good, that mack can’t help but cry out, clenching around the fingers still buried inside his throbbing cunt.

the omega wants to speak, to tell will that he didn’t do it on purpose, that he was just too needy to think about anything but the ache for relief, but all that comes out is a pitiful keen, high in his throat and wanting.

the alpha’s grip on his hip tightens immediately, probably leaving bruises, as he bends down to press his lips against mack’s ear, voice a deep purr. “but don’t worry, baby, i’ll take care of you. i’ll get you creaming on my tongue and my cock over and over until i’m sure you’ll never even think about touching yourself again. i’ll ruin you for everyone and everything else, fuck you so good you’ll never be satisfied unless i’m the one between your thighs.”

he lets himself wonder about the intricacies of loving someone in such a profound way, that you know, with terrifying certainty, that you would give up your own life for them. that you would do everything that is in your power just to be graced with the weight of their eyes meeting yours, to be the receiver of their attention, to be worthy of their love.

there is something so uniquely devotional in the act of letting someone see you, for all that you are. of baring yourself for their eyes to scrutinise, to break apart and decide whether or not you are worthy of them. of wether they will let their gaze flutter away from everything that makes you what you are, from all the broken parts that never truly fit right and that you try in vain to hide, or if they will keep looking at you, their eyes softening in recognition, in the kind of quiet acceptance that feels strangely like belonging. there is something so deeply pious in the act of letting someone witness all your jagged edges and watching them hold them close to their heart, as if they’re something precious, to be protected. so alike stumbling to your knees in front of god when your time has come and asking, “did i do everything you asked of me? was i enough to be warranted your grace, your kindness and your forgiveness? was i the man you guided me to become?”

mack has never once looked away from will, has never once faltered in the face of the parts of will he’s always meticulously hidden away, of the weight of his own shame. mack has always welcomed each and every part of will with open arms, has, for some reason unbeknownst to will, always graced him with unwavering understanding and stood unmoving in the face of will’s every wrongdoing. like a god looking down upon one of his children and accepting their desperate attempt at atonement.

love is an act of faith in its own way, and as will lets his gaze run over mack’s sleeping form, illuminated by the faint moonlight seeping through the cracks in the blinds, feels the grounding way mack’s chest expands with each breath that fans out of his rosy lips into the crook of will’s neck, will knows, with terrifying clarity, that god fabricated mack just for him.

sometimes, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, arms unconsciously tightening around mack’s body just to make sure that he’s still there, that he hasn’t slipped away from will’s grasp, he even lets himself think that mack is the personification of his own guardian angel. a sacred and godgiven being made specifically for will to devote himself to, his to cherish and worship the way god intended.

mack is altar of will’s salvation and the epitome of his faith all at once. the one he prays to for forgiveness, his only surefire way to god’s grace.

will doesn’t think mack could ever truly understand the extent of will’s devotion to him, how much of will’s he holds in the palm of his hands.

he doesn’t think mack needs to understand to love him back just as fiercely, in his very own way, so dissimilar to will’s but so close all the same.

mack once told him that he wanted to crawl inside of will’s skin and burrow into his ribcage, make himself a home alongside his heart and stay there forever.

will had laughed, then, disbelieving in the face of so much love directed at him.

he didn’t tell mack that he was already living there, in between cells and running through his bloodstream like the world’s most powerful drug. that he had wormed his way into will’s being the very first time their eyes had met across the eyes all those years ago, before he could even understand what any of it meant. that mack had belonged there all along, simply waiting for will to realise it and recognise god’s gift for what it was.