willmack secretary (2002) au where mack becomes will’s secretary and develops an obsession with his volatile and closed-off boss.
will who develops an equal obsession with mack and who wants to do terrible things to him, but who doesn’t know how to deal with the things he feels, the things he wants from mack.
them developing an ambiguous relationship where will orders mack around, sometimes just because he wants to see if mack will comply, if he’ll satisfy that shameful and creeping ache within will that desperately strives for control. mack striving for the lack of control in return, for the crumbs of praises that he sometimes receive from his boss, even as small as an almost imperceptible nod, doing anything he can to be good, to please, even at the price of his own dignity.
will’s orders starting with simple tasks around the office, slowly growing into him controlling certain aspects of mack’s life. it eventually ebbing into will ordering more deranged and nonsensical things from him with time, like making mack wear a ballbag when he works because will can’t stand the sound of mack tearing his own lips to shreds with his teeth, that will can somehow hear all the way from his own office.
will finding ways to push mack into making mistakes, solely so he can punish him, making mack bend over his desk and correcting his behaviour with a firm hand and harsh words. mack starting to purposely make mistakes in the hopes that he’ll get to feel will’s hands on him, feel the weight of his boss’s unwavering attention, even for just a moment, the weight of will’s control over him.
until mack has handed himself over to will completely, letting his boss decide what mack wears, what he eats, what he does at every hour of the day, every futile little thing that could require mack to make a decision.
thinking about mack always trying to rush will through prep, urging will forward with a heel on his lower back and a "smittt c'mon. in me." in that whiny bratty tone of his and will refusing every time. mack wants it fast and rough, uncaring if it's painful or not but will is so thorough and patient, unwilling to cause mack any discomfort no matter how many times mack uses the tone that would make will fold in any other instance. UGHHHHH canon #tome.
At the time, this had been exciting. All summer plans were exciting in April.
Or: Mack takes Will on a digital detox trip to the Sunshine Coast.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!! to @irradience for beta-ing, to @mack-will for brainstorming some of my favorite moments in this fic and the beautiful graphic, to @maripuntnl for playlisting genius, to @secondhand-hockey for all of the cheerleading, and to @two-seventyone for the sunshine coast expertise (i'm buying you a mexspresso martini spiritually)
https://www.tumblr.com/fishboxing/824862794379870208/will-starts-daydreaming-about-it-the-moment-he-saw?source=share pls im on my knees....tell me more
milk leaking out of mack’s tits in small drops sliding down his chest to his bump while riding wi[GUNSHOTS]
Honestly you guys I’ve been meaning to speak on this for a while but the way Will treats Mack makes me really uncomfortable…like he acts like a possessive mafia freak around him and it’s got to be talked about
1. He posts a ship edit of him and Mack right after Mack had female fans going crazy for him after the Olympics. Brodie even confirmed that he edited and posted it. This is clearly trying to isolate him from his female fan base so he can have him all to himself
2. He tries to isolate Mack from his childhood friends- when Mack just innocently hugged wetsch will stormed up like a horny deviant. When asked about Connor, he said “Mack doesn’t think about him much”. This is clearly an attempt to create conflict with his childhood friends, which is a defining trait narcissists use on their victim
3. He forcibly posts Mack all the time when he clearly doesn’t want it. Mack has never posted about Will, but he keeps trying to show Mack off as “his”. First it was him adding Mack to the account, then posting the TikToks (both of which Mack confirmed was his idea), and then the couple edit, the story post etc
4. WMacck271 is CLEARLY a ship name. Once again, naming it this right after Mack was named highest paid player and probably had girls in his DMs is possessive and isolating behavior. He keeps laying sexual claim on Mack in a way that makes me and many, many of my anons (1000+) uncomfortable
Mack needs to be saved from that lustful mouth breathing fake blonde (It is clearly a bleach job to make himself Mack’s type)
"Is it bottom mack?" A frequently asked question when it comes to willmack porn fics even if there is no penetration. even in non porn fics too ngl, cuz idk how else to say “is mack written as some violent dudebro asshole or is he written the way we actually see him acting”
Will starts daydreaming about it the moment he sees Mack cradling one of their teammates' babies on his chest, cooing softly at the small pup swaddled with blankets. The omega’s soft scent fills the room as he plays with the pup, his forefinger booping her nose and cooing at the tiny giggles the pup lets out when her small hands start wandering, making grabby motions at Mack’s cheek, down to his neck, then to his shirt.
A tiny hand grabs the cloth, pulling as she presses her face onto his chest, mouthing at the spot right where the omega’s milky scent is the strongest. Her babbles turned to small whines that suspiciously sound like she’s gonna bawl any time soon, her face slowly scrunching in frustration as she pulls even harder on the shirt.
The sight was endearing to Will, even as his omega panicked the moment the pup let out her first cry, still tugging at Mack’s shirt as if telling him to take the offending cloth off.
Then it clicks. The pup rubbing her face against his chest, mouthing at the exact place where Mack’s nipple is. The baby wanted milk from the omega. His omega, who’s not producing milk because he’s definitely not pregnant.
Will buries the thought in his hindbrain, refusing to acknowledge the concept of Mack producing milk, Mack lactating, Mack's chest growing into soft mounds, waddling around while round with Will’s pups, Mack—
Burying it was a mistake, as it only ends up growing. It planted itself, took root, and now every time Mack is shirtless, or even just the sight of his pink nipples, drives him up the wall.
He ends up developing a fixation on Mack’s chest, groping the tiniest amount of flesh, squeezing it on his palms as he latches on a nipple, alternating between sucking and lapping at the bud. He’s slobbered enough times on Mack’s chest that his brain starts thinking that Mack is actually producing milk, making up the taste gracing his tongue, and it only spurs him on, his whole mouth latching on the bud and sucking, like he’s pulling actual milk out from Mack’s tits.
He would suck on his nipples for hours, even after Mack had already come. His cock—now lying soft—still buried in Mack’s pussy, the soft walls lightly bearing down on his length every time he bites down, or when his teeth accidentally scrape on a bud. he falls asleep multiple times with Mack lightly running his nails on his scalp, letting out soft purrs, and with his mouth still latched on Mack’s chest.
Mack points it out one day, when he catches Will staring at his chest out in the open. He knows well enough that his nipples are probably poking through his shirt. Days and days of Will endlessly stimulating them have made it puffy and irritated and sore that even the lightest graze of his shirt would make him wince in discomfort
“My eyes are up here.”
“Huh?” Will answers unintelligently, still staring at Mack’s chest.
“You’re not making an effort to make it less obvious, are you?”
Will only nod dazedly, closing his mouth and gulping down the saliva pooling in it.
“You know, my heat is coming up,” Mack says with a suggestive voice. “My pills ran out a week ago. I was thinking maybe I should stop taking—“
The alpha didn’t even let him finish the sentence. He dragged Mack to their car, almost (most likely) went over the speed limit, and locked themselves in their home, like a man on a mission.
And, well, Will’s dreams slowly come into fruition when Mack starts complaining about breast tenderness, when the then tiny amount of flesh grows into small mounds, enough to fill Will’s palms every time he gropes them.
And it all comes true when Mack—unaware—starts leaking through his shirt. The small, wet patch right where his nipple is situated keeps on growing with every small movement, until Will points it out by bunching his shirt up to his pits, rubbing his baby bump as Will puts his mouth on Mack’s nipple, desperately sucking on the small amount of milk his omega is producing.
And if he comes on the spot the moment he tastes milky sweetness on his tongue, that’s a story for Mack to hang above his head and use as blackmail in the future.
