willmack. small dick love bc anons have been weird as fuck on the dash today. 987 words. nsfw.
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Mack didn’t think much about his body unless it was for ways he could manipulate it, fuel it, build it to serve him in his hockey.
His dick was not involved in any of that so he’s never much bothered with considering parts of himself he couldn’t change.
He couldn’t change that he was six feet tall, or that he had green eyes, or that his smile was too big and teethy.
Or that he had a smaller than average dick.
What he could do was focus on hockey, his diet, his work outs. On being the best hockey player he could. Out working his competitors. Putting his head down and grinding hard to get to where he wanted to be professionally.
He’d been in enough locker rooms in his life to catch a peek at what other guys were working with and it just never occurred to Mack to care. Was anyone else faster than him? Did they anticipate plays quicker than him? Did they visualize the ice better than him?
No.
Mack hadn’t spent much time thinking about his dick and sex until.
Until Will did.
They’d been weird about each other from the start, Mack knew. Too close. Too physical. Too immeshed.
Will taking too-long glances at Mack in the showers and finally looking away when Mack really caught him.
Mack wasn’t self conscious, but curious.
Not curious enough to say anything. Mack had heard it before. Chirps about what he was, or wasn’t, packing. It didn’t phase him.
Mack wasn’t interested in sex all that much anyway and certainly not the kind of sex guys in locker rooms loved to talk about, so what did it matter? He wasn’t going to have stories about chicks in different cities, to share with the room.
He was, in theory he supposed, interested in other guys but he didn’t give much time to that either. He had hockey to obsess over and that was more than enough.
Until Will and Will’s lingering eyes and hurried looks away when he got caught.
Until Will kissed him after slipping into MackMs bed on a roadie one night, like usual. The kiss was new.
Until they’d started having sex quickly after all that and now Mack was thinking about his body in new ways.
Good ways.
Like how good he felt when Will went down between his legs to suck Mack off, using his big shoulders to push Mack’s legs apart and getting his mouth in Mack’s dick. All of it. Will didn’t struggle at all to take all of Mack into his mouth, not like Mack imagined Will did with other guys back in college.
“You fit so perfect,” Will told him when he pulled off, licking a little stripe from base to tip of Mack’s dick. “Love having all of you in my mouth,” he said, smirking up at Mack while he lazily stroked him. He only needed to use his thumb and first two fingers. Will’s hand was way too big to curl around Mack’s dick.
“Come on,” Mack whined, watched Will kiss the tip and tongue at Mack’s pre cum leaking out. He was so hard, so close, and Will was teasing.
“Perfect fucking body,” Will said through a moan, rubbing Mack’s dick over his mouth and cheeks, getting so messy with saliva and pre cum.
Mack could see the wet on Will’s face.
“Perfect body. Perfect dick,” Will said, taking Mack back into his mouth. Will had never gagged on him. Mack wasn’t big enough to hit the back of Will’s throat. But he was the perfect size to fit comfortably, entirely, in Will’s mouth and the hot, wet, suck of Will’s tongue and lips had Mack coming hard.
Will swallowed.
Always.
And made a show of wiping his mouth before pressing little kisses to Mack’s softening dick - smaller still, once he was no longer hard.
“Perfect mouthful,” Will had said, the first time he’d sucked Mack off.
Mack had been prepared for the sex he had with Will to be much different than this. He thought mostly he’d get fucked or he’d suck Will’s dick while stroking himself off because, like. Mack didn’t have much experience sexually but he’d done hand stuff in juniors with other guys and it hadn’t been that great. Mostly people didn’t know what to do with smaller dicks.
But Will had been more than vocal about being into all that Mack had going on and Mack wasn’t sure if he was crazy or not but he felt like what they did in bed had an impact on what he did in the ice.
He’d never been bothered about dating or sex or if someone was into him but, it turned out, the guy he was into wanting him back just as much, maybe more… did wonders for his confidence. Not that he was ever lacking there when it came to hockey.
But he wasn’t worried. Wasn’t stressed. Wasn’t trying to think about how to make up for sex stuff where he was lacking.
No. Will never hesitated to touch him, or suck him, or tell him how hot he thought Mack was.
Turned out that one of the things he could never change about his body was something Will loved about him. Was something Will wouldn’t want to be different.
“You’re so sexy,” Will practically purred as he climbed back up the bed to kiss Mack, to grind his own dick against Mack’s hip, to rock into him to get himself off.
Mack loved that. Loved all the ways his body could be put to use to make Will feel good. Whether his dick was in Will’s mouth, or Will rubbed off on him, or fucked him, all of it felt so fucking good and Mack couldn’t believe he had all this.
Hockey, Will, great sex. He was spoiled but greedy for more.
really living up to my username with this one but i cant stop thinking about mack calling will daddy
like will going over to mack’s while he’s in the shower and he doesn’t think anything of it until he starts hearing mack making bitten off little noises
mack in the shower fucking his fist and biting his arm to keep his noises in because even when he’s alone he’s embarrassed of his desires and what comes out of his mouth… whining quietly and crying out for will… coming with a chocked off little “please, daddy” while he has no idea that will is a few feet away and can hear everything
cut to their first time together.. mack biting his tongue to keep himself from uttering that one specific word out.. forcing himself to only say will’s name while will holds his hips down and pounds into him…
will suddenly slowing down until he’s barely moving, ignoring mack’s displeased whine and whispering in his ear “c’mon baby, i know that’s not what you want to call me. lemme hear how good you sound when you ask for what you want” and mack doesn’t understand until he catches the sight of will’s grin and the teasing glint in his eyes… he tries to act like he doesn’t know what will’s talking about but will sees right through him and says “c’mon, angel, don’t you want to be good for me?”
“will-“ mack tries but will cuts him off immediately
“that’s not my name, baby. go on, say it, i know you want to. who takes care of you like no one else ever could?” will taunts while he starts pounding into him again, restlessly, even harder than before until mack finally gives in and starts bubbling little “please’s, thank you’s” and chanting “daddy, daddy” over and over while wills praises him and tells him how good he’s doing for his daddy, how well he’s taking his daddy’s cock, how beautiful he looks when he finally asks for what he wants and lets will take care of him the way he needs
reluctant omega mack, who's on suppressants for 10 months out of the year and mostly lives like a beta with a good nose, but for those 2 months he has to reduce or stop his suppressants to "let nature take its course"
he dreads his yearly heat and complains about it constantly ("it's so annoying, it's such a waste of time") until he's in full heat, sweating and panting and gagging for cock and loving every second of it
wait so can i ask you all an insane question. in an omegaverse world where our religions still exist... would mary be an omega? like presumably God is both... but mary... would the hail mary prayer be "blessed art thou amongst women and omegas" or....
mack with a dick so small will can jerk him off with thumb and pointer finger… and yes he calls it a clit…
YEEEEEES getting jerked off with 2 fingers is so 😵💫🤤
poor mack would be so embarrassed, trying to hide his beet red face in a pillow or behind his hands, but will wants to see his blushy face while he strokes him...
will trying to pray the rosary with the ring on his chain while mack gets on his knees in front of him and starts mouthing at his cock through his clothes... listening to will's breath hitch as he gets through a hail mary
hot-headed. omegas can be scrappy!! all of mack's emotions run on high. he feels things intensely, burning hot then quickly fizzling out. he's scrappy, and snippy, and a brat. omegas are fiercely protective of their pack, mate, and pups. and mack is no different. he tries to control his emotions more with strangers and his team. he’s kind and polite. but with will, he can really let go. will can take it, and he’ll like him anyway.
stuck in the puppy phase. he's still held on to some puppy traits, things he never grew out of. teething, for one. constantly chews on his mouthguard, his hoodie strings, his own fingers. just needs something to bite, to suck on. he's possessive, and defensive of what's his, in the same way a puppy lacks object permanence; he worries it'll be taken away and gone forever. people sometimes mistake him as an alpha for these things, but he's really just an overgrown pup.
doesn't know how to nest. between an adolescence toning down his instincts to seem tough in an alpha dominated sport and traveling constantly for hockey, he's never had a real nest. (maybe rick thought a nest wouldn't be sustainable with the traveling demands of professional hockey and taught mack not to be reliant on a nest). it's not until will that his instincts scream for him to surround himself in will's hoodies and shirts. he has this undercurrent of anxiety, and someone recommends nesting more often (oblivious to the fact he doesn't at all). but he doesn't know how. people online just say to do what feels good, but he can't figure it out. each time he tries ends in tears, and makes him feel like a broken omega. will notices mack's tired eyes. the way he curls in on himself. his uncharacteristic quietness. he asks what's wrong, and mack explains, reluctantly. will had noticed mack doesn't really nest, and was confused by it, but let him do his thing. now he understands why. so he calls his sister and his mom and at least three other omegas for advice and recommendations. books mack a private consultation appointment at a luxury nesting store. they build it together, and mack is glowing. he nests all the time now. he gets the best sleep of his life, cuddled up in his nest with his alpha.
his purr. similar to the nesting thing. he's never really stopped for an extended period of time. always go, go, go. inadvertently, and beyond his knowledge, his body has been in a perpetual state of stress since he was thirteen and first left home. omegs purr when they feel completely safe, entirely relaxed, and content. the first time he purrs, it's in his sleep, burrowed under blankets and propped up on will's chest. it's broken and weak, but the very first beginnings of it are there. as he settles into his new life, new relationship, he learns how to slow down. that there's more to life than hockey. learns how to nest, how to nurture his own instincts, and it grows, gets fuller and stronger every day. (the cartilage necessary to produce a purr will likely always be damaged, causing the vibrations to falter and crack occasionally, but it's unique and something distinctly mack)
his scent. his base scent is milk chocolate and freshly brewed coffee. extreme emotions build on top of his base scent: when he's really happy, it goes even sweeter, with whipped cream and marshmallow. goes bitter, when he's angry or upset, like burnt espresso. cinnamon and warmth, when he's in heat. mack never cared to learn how to control his scent. if he doesn't want people to smell him, he'll wear blockers, as simple as that. everyone knows he's an omega, it was a whole thing when he was drafted and continues to be a thing as he excels, so who cares who can smell him?
he's unregulated. this doesn't help his emotional control at all. his hormones are all out of whack thanks to years of suppressant use (so he doesn't have to go on heat leave and miss games). doesn't scent, doesn't nest. his body is in a constant state of red alert. he's on the verge of going feral. once he does start doing omega things, it's a world of a difference. he feels so much more calm. he's still himself, of course, still independent and headstrong and stubborn, but has ways to cope with his big emotions, his instincts have somewhere soft to land.
baby fever. mack would insist he's not particularly maternal (he's wrong). he loves kids. loves chasing patty's kids in the backyard, helping jumbo's kids with their math homework. his face lights up when he gets to hold woody's baby for the first time, and he coos at her with starry-eyed wonder. he adopts the rookies, checks in on all his teammates, no matter how much older they are than him. is constantly cheering everyone on with targeted, specific compliments. reassurance, when a puck bounces out. he's definitely planned out the next fifteen years. how to alternate cup runs and olympics teams with baby bottles and nurseries. when to get pregnant, so pregnancy and recovery are strategically in line with the hockey season. he's used to having his life planned out years in advance and it works. he's being sensible and mature. but when he sees will with a baby, it's over. watches him push a stroller for his agent and play barbies with ned's toddler and just thinks fuck the plan. he jumps him, when they get home. will has to be the sensible one, and it takes every ounce of his willpower (ha) to do so.
afraid of being weak. he doesn't hate being an omega per se. there's some things he views as negative, of course. painful heats, for one. he mostly hates the way other people view him. the way his dynamic is this big thing in the media, but status is never mentioned when it's an alpha or beta. doesn't like how people assume he's weak or delicate. that he can't take a hit. that he's slept his way to the top (like that's even possible, his stats speak for themselves). so he hides away his omega traits, sometimes without even meaning to. is private about heats and relationships. pushes himself harder and harder and harder so no one can question why he went first overall. first one on the ice, last one off, always. it takes him a while to learn that he's good, the way he is. that it's admirable to work hard, but he shouldn't destroy himself in the process. that everyone knows he's good. and if they have to resort to his dynamic to debate that, it just means they have no other argument to make.
will trying to pray the rosary with the ring on his chain while mack gets on his knees in front of him and starts mouthing at his cock through his clothes... listening to will's breath hitch as he gets through a hail mary
to me, will's most defining alpha-coded traits are his self-control, his confidence, and his desire to provide.
purebred. he has a strong pedigree, a solid lineage of alphas going back for centuries. he always knew he would be an alpha, so his education started early. he has traditionalist views about courting rituals. courtship has fallen back in modern times, and will is far from celibate, but when it comes time to date someone seriously, he will court them. despite this, i love him being raised in a matriarchal household. his omega mother calls the shots, and taught him the right way to treat an omega. he and his sister are close, so he's heard all about the asshole alphas she's dealt with and swears to never make an omega feel like that.
secure in his alpha-ness. he's perfectly comfortable doing stereotypical omega activities. baking, cooking, cleaning. he sees it as another way to provide for his omega, for his pack. he doesn't really care for traditional alpha posturing, either. he's very confident, self-assured. he doesn't need to prove anything to anyone. a dominance fight is a waste of time and is such an ick.
will wear a mating mark. most alphas, especially purebred or traditionalist ones, do not wear an omega's mark. firstly, they aren't really built for it, physiologically. omega's teeth are dull, lacking fangs sharp enough to pierce the skin. and once they do break skin, there's no chemical reaction tying the alpha to the omega. it's purely symbolic. most alphas don't want to be owned by an omega. but will knows when the time comes, he will do it. his mate is his one love, for life. why would he not? (and his possessive little omega will be very pleased about this)
level-headed. he's not one of those alphas who only thinks with their knot. who are blinded by hormones. he was taught how to take in his instincts, but not let them decide for him. he's in control, always. he's not dropping gloves, he's better than that. it does make it more interesting, in those rare times he does lose control.
his scent. will smells like the ocean breeze. like sea salt caramel, when he's happy, or aroused. mulled wine, spicy and warm, when he's in rut. like ice, when he's angry. he has expert control over his scent. knows when to push it out and when to hold it back. understands not only broad scent cues but subtle ones, too.
gentle. alpha's are genetically predisposed to higher levels of muscle mass, theoretically making them the "stronger" sex (according to conservative thinking, of course). most alphas are proud of their strength. they never learn how to control it, never want to. will is different. he has expert self control, always, in everything. never pushes harder than he means to. has a featherlight touch, soft hands, quiet footsteps.
his provider instinct. like many of will's traits, this is more abstract than the typical house-omega and breadwinner-alpha ideology. it's smaller things. acts of service. planning dates, driving, doing the wash, and finding the best restaurants. aftercare, ordering takeout, and researching nesting materials. hair washing, massages, and moving the overstock gatorade to the fridge before they run out.
As much as I enjoy the concept of Bratlin Celebrini and Will Smith Brat Tamer, I (through my rpf goggles) don't see Mack as a brat outside of his relationship with Will. Everything I know about him makes me think that he's incredibly polite and humble, that he prefers working hard for the things he wants over being handed anything. He'd rather bite his own tongue off than say anything that might come across as rude or asking too much. Plus, the 20 years of his life have been full of sacrifice - Mack is not a guy that expects or is used to always getting what he wants. He's incredibly driven and takes hockey so seriously that it may seem obsessive to outsiders, but he's not a brat.
Except, then he gets to know Will, and Will is confident and unapologetic about wanting things in a way Mack hasn't known. Will knows how to make jokes that could be understood as mean if Will wasn't so damn charming. Will was supposed to harbor some remnant of hate for Mack after their BU/BC days but instead, he took one look at Mack and decided that they were partners now, and he never cared about any of the things that make Mack feel like an alien among human people sometimes.
Will tells Mack to dream big and be proud and speak things into existence. He laughs when Mack is intense and ridiculous. He listens to Mack's yapping, throws in a 'yes, and...' every once in a while. He made Mack his partner in crime for pranking teammates. When Mack says or does stuff that warrants getting mad, Will asks what's wrong, and when Mack doesn't want to talk about it, he finds a way to distract him instead.
Will and Mack have confirmed that Mack punched Will's windshield when he got impatient and annoyed because Will didn't take him home fast enough at the end of a long day, and that Mack refused to apologize for it. Will told this story with a big fat smile on his face and Mack blamed the softness of Will's windshield. Can you imagine Canada's prince of hockey accidentally breaking anyone else's windshield? He'd be mortified and apologizing a million times.
Anyway, Will Smith Hockey made his boybestfriend into a brat because he likes it. He walks his good little brat like a dog and he could tame him, thank you very much, but most days he enjoys the growling and biting. Every so often Will tells people the story of his windshield and people are like, What's wrong with that guy? Will looks over to his favorite person and thinks, Nothing you'd understand.
mack is devastated after the loss at world's. he gets off a plane in boston after some truly awful connecting flights. he had to fight back tears the whole way. worlds was so much fun until it wasn't, and then all he wanted was to be at home in his own nest with the smell of his alpha around him and not the stink of all the new alphas on his team.
he takes an uber to will's house, and while that's not technically his home it sure feels like it. as soon as will opens the door, bewildered that mack is in front of him, he rips off the patches covering mack's neck and buries his nose in him.
"I thought you were going back to vancouver. I was going to meet you there," will murmurs.
mack just pours all of his feelings into the way he grips onto will, the whole miserable competition and the desperation for his alpha, his parter, his mate, and the bone-deep weariness from not sleeping in a comfortable nest.
and will chirps at him, and picks him up (when did he get so strong? he feels so steady now) and carries him right into bed
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