Omega4omega Willmack who become best friends because they’re the two rookie omegas on the team (it’s rare to have that many omegas, most teams only have one or two total, but the Sharks have several, however, the older ones are already mated.) So they spend all their time together. They room together on the road because it’s safe. They’re literally attached at the hip and it’s like they don’t need anyone else. Mack’s never been with an alpha (never been with anyone actually), but Will has, and he hated it. He hated the way the alpha felt entitled to him. Hated the way he felt trapped. Hated how desperate his heats made him, and the alphas that would just laugh and call him pathetic, but he needed it so bad that he had to just suck it up and let them have their way.
Meanwhile Mack has just been suffering through his heats alone, because his father made him feel like being an omega was something shameful that he had to overcome in order to be successful rather than something he could embrace.
So the first time Mack goes into heat while they’re together, they’re in a hotel in some bland city that doesn’t matter, and Mack hesitantly approaches Will after dinner and says, “I’m going to ask for my own room.” And Will’s eyes narrow in confusion. Has he done something wrong? He wracks his brain but can’t think of anything, and then Mack just shakes his head. “I just don’t want to, um, bother you,” he says. And Will can smell it, the shame and fear coming off him in waves, but also, underneath it, the smell of slick, of need. Will immediately understands, and his chest instantly clenches, upset that Mack thinks this would ever be a bother to him.
“Mack, it’s okay. You don’t have to be alone. I can…” he trails off, not sure if what he wants to offer is okay. But Mack blinks at him, waiting for him to continue, and it’s soft and sweet enough to make him take the leap. “I can try to help,” he says.
Mack’s so shy about it, so in his head about this making him weak, that it’s not something anyone should see, but Will promises it’s okay. Tells him he gets it. Like, if anyone is going to understand, it’s him. And so he lets Mack crawl under his covers, and holds him close as his body heats up and trembles, and when Mack’s finally so gone in it that he can’t control himself anymore, Will lets him rut up against his thigh, feeling his slick leaking through both their pajama pants. And Mack is clinging to him, his face buried in his neck, and they’re both inhaling each others scent glands, and Will is petting Mack’s back and murmuring over and over, “It’s okay, you’re okay, I’m here.”
And Mack’s crying softly by the time he comes, and he’s shaking violently in Will’s arms, and Will kisses the top of his head. “Feeling better?” he asks softly, and Mack nods slowly, but then mutters, “Still hurts. Still feels like… I need more.” And Will knows what he means. Knows that only an alpha can really fix that. And it squeezes his chest painfully that there’s nothing he can do.
Things go on like this for a while. Will tries to encourage Mack to find an alpha, because Mack’s heats are so painful, infinitely worse than Will’s, and maybe that’s because Will’s been with alphas and Mack never has. But Mack just glares at him when he suggests it. So Will does his best to help Mack, and their relationship is genuinely so good. They’re so close. They trust each other like no one else. They share a bed now. They cuddle. They’re calmed by each other’s scents. Will sleeps with his face buried in Mack’s neck, his soft sweet scent the only thing that can instantly put him to sleep. And for Mack, it’s Will’s arms around his waist, Will’s chest pressed firmly against his back.
Mack goes into a particularly bad heat once when they’re back in San Jose. And he’s home alone in Jumbo’s guest house, and Will isn’t there for him to crawl into bed with and silently ask for help. And it’s so much harder to actually ask for help, to call Will and ask him to come over, so Mack tries to tough it out, but it’s so bad. He’s shaking violently in his bed, burning hot, covered in sweat, pain radiating through his body from the need, the desperation. He tries using his fingers but it’s not enough. He takes every bit of strength he has to reach for his phone and text Will, “Please, I need you.”
And Will is there as fast as he could physically make it, and he scoops Mack up into his arms and runs his fingers through his hair and down his back and murmurs, “Oh Mackie, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” And Mack whimpers and sobs into his chest and says, “It hurts so much. Will. I need you, please.”
And Will doesn’t know what he can do. He wants so badly to be enough for Mack, but he knows he can’t be. Still, he lets Mack guide his hand towards his cunt, drags his fingers through his slick, slowly pushes them inside his warmth. Mack’s grip on his forearm tightens as Will thrusts his fingers into him, and he whimpers, “More, more Will, I need—” And Will gives him more, gives him as much as he can, but it’s not enough. It’s never going to be enough. And Will squeezes his eyes shut and begs and pleads that he could be enough for Mack, that he could give Mack what he needs, take care of him in the way that he so craves to.
And as he feels Mack clench around his fingers, feels his body start to tremble in the way he no intimately knows means he’s close, something in Will’s biology awakens. His face is already pressed into Mack’s neck, but he shifts just a little further back, mouthing at the hot skin of his nape, and then he pulls his lips back, his teeth scraping against Mack’s skin and Mack shivers violently, clinging to him.
“Mack,” he breathes out in a choked whisper. “Mack, can I?” And Mack nods, knowing exactly what he’s asking, and gasps, “P-please.”
And Will sinks his teeth into Mack’s neck, biting down hard on the skin, and Mack cries out in his arms but it’s not in pain. Will feels slick gushing over his hand as Mack shakes and moans, and then slowly both of them still, freezing as they become aware of the shift, of Will’s scent changing. Will pulls away from where his teeth have left a wound on Mack’s neck, and both their eyes are wide as they stare at each other.
Mack’s eyes are wild, pupils fully blown black, staring at Will with such an intensity that it scares him a little. And Will feels like he’s moving in slow motion, everything is fuzzy and feels very far away, like when you’re drunk and you feel like you’re watching your body from ten feet in the air. And then Mack’s diving in, pressing his face to Will’s scent gland and inhaling, and Will comes crashing back into his consciousness, and he digs his fingers into Mack’s shoulders, and Mack whines the most delightful sound Will’s ever heard. “Alpha?” Mack gasps out against Will’s neck, and Will nods, and pulls Mack closer to him, and Mack wraps his legs around Will’s waist and rolls his hips into him, and Will can smell his need in an entirely new way, and it ignites a fire behind his eyes. He suddenly knows exactly what to do. His biology finally aligns with his desire. He can finally give Mack what he needs. He can give his omega what he needs.
but also ur last post made me think of milf mack needing a plumber to fix his shower or sink and in comes college aged will who pops a boner at the sight of a sexy older omega in his cute fluffy cardigan and lacy satin cami set
I'm so glad that you asked aphy!!! because I do infact have an omegaverse pool boy au where macklin is a milf omega and will is the cute eye candy who comes to clean the pool.
one time will gets so turned on by seeing mack in this skimpy little bathing suits, dark spot blooming on the bikini because milf omega mack has an infant that's still nursing and he just has such an oversupply of milk, gosh mack is so embarrassed. poor will, he can't focus and has to abruptly leave early.
except he actually ends up sitting in his car, in the driveway jerking off in his bronco with it's tinted windows.
of course mack gets concerned, because what's up with will? will who is always so calm. goes to check on him once he notices that will's car is still in the driveway. wrapped up in the practically transparent pool cover up, knocking on the window.
will who rolls the window down slowly, cheeks flushed with a towel over his lap. what he doesn't know is macklin's sense of smell is even better after having three pumps and he can smell the sticky scent of arousal. "Oh. Oh my god. You could've just asked me Will. I'd help." Macklin leaning further into the window, tits practically falling out of his bikini top.
macklin reaching his hand in and jerking will off, pretty manicured soft hand stroking against him and cupping his balls and of course will is only staring at mack and his tits, mouth open and desperate.
"You can touch—" and it's mack's turn to be breathless, because will goes to massage and knead at mack's tits, greedy fingers going to tug the rest of the bikini cup down. exposes macklin's tits and immediately latches on greedily and hungrily.
with the sweet taste of milk and chlorine all over his taste buds, it doesn't take long for will to cum all over mack's hand. panting and flushed in his front seat. will goes to fix mack's top, and watches with rapt attention as Macklin brings his hand covered in will's cum to his mouth.
watches eagerly as Mack suckles and licks it off his digits, practically deep throating his fingers before releasing them with a pop. gasping when mack reaches forward to swipe a dribble of milk from the corner of will's mouth. "You good?" Is all Macklin hums out and will is nodding humbly.
i know there’s a lot of like willmack a/b/o aus where mack is like kind of ashamed to be an omega bc of rick. however personally big fan of rick and mack being the only two omegas in the celebrini family and rick totally teaching mack how to use it to his advantage and get what he wants out of others.
then there’s will who’s either like a traditional alpha who’s just so floored by mack. like he just always is in awe of how mack has people wrapped around his little finger and jumps at any chance he can to be useful for mack. service topping if u will
alpha will and omega mack finally moving in together this offseason, after two straight years of being practically glued together and swapping sleepovers at jumbo's or patty's. it had taken a lot of back and forth with both rick and colleen — ("you're going to get distracted, mack")("living with an unmated omega isn't something we do, william") — but it ultimately boiled down to this: they're both adults, with adult money, who spend all of their time together anyway. so. that had been the end of that.
and mack is so excited. there's no one in the world he'd rather spend his time with than will. except, he's starting to realize that maybe he didn't really think the whole thing through. maybe dada was right about getting distracted, though he'd never admit it to his face. see, the thing is, mack has spent hours upon hours with will. but there is something to be said about the sudden and complete lack of proximity between the two that feels a little all-consuming. he feels it in the rough scrape of will's voice in the morning before he's had a cup of coffee. he feels it in the way his eyes linger on the smooth muscles of will's back as he cooks them breakfast, shirtless of course, his skin still tanned from a summer in the cape. in the living room, in the car, at the grocery store for their weekly haul; he feels it everywhere, all the time.
the only time he gets any reprieve from the incessant tingling under his skin is when he finally retires to his bedroom each night, when the slow blinks and easy smiles start to feel stifling. it wasn't like this last season, this little crush of his. or maybe it was, and what little separation they had was all that was keeping the dam from breaking. because now, with his fingers slipping below the waistband of his cotton panties and nothing but white-hot shame and arousal coursing through his veins — yeah, the dam is fucking irreparable.
it's become a nightly routine of sorts. he endures as many fleeting touches and lingering glances as he can, until the heat in his belly reaches a fever pitch and he's certain that will can smell the syrupy scent of arousal on him, before he heads upstairs and hides away in the privacy of his nest. he goes under the guise of exhaustion, sore muscles, a headache — anything that would keep will from noticing the truth. from there, it only takes a few minutes before his slick-soaked underwear is pushed to the side and he's two fingers deep in his cunt.
and the thing about it is, mack's never been the quiet type. he purrs when he's happy, growls when he's upset, and when he's feeling good, well. you'll know. he tries his best to muffle his sounds, face pressed into his pillows, but there's not much to be done about the obscene squelch of slick as he fucks his fingers into himself. tonight is no different. sharp omegan teeth pierce his pillow as he curls his fingers upward, searching for that spot inside himself that'll have him seeing stars. despite his best efforts, a high, needy whine slips past his lips when he finally finds it. he gasps, trying to imagine it's will's fingers, his tongue, his cock instead, when he hears it.
a low groan from the other side of the wall. followed by a thud that mack can, in this state, only imagine is will's head falling back against his headboard. he stills. for a moment, all he can hear is his own panting. then:
"fuuuck."
mack whimpers, his pussy clenching around his fingers. the fire in his stomach burns impossibly brighter. will is right there, so close yet so far away, getting himself off to the sound of mack doing the same.
well. if will wants a show, that's exactly what he's going to get.
mack rolls onto his back, spreading his thighs wide. with renewed fervor, he plunges three fingers deep inside himself. like this, there's nothing dampening his drawn-out whines and moans. a near-constant stream of "ah, ah, ah" leaves his glossy lips as he targets his sweet spot with each curl of his fingers. it's hard for him to reach like this, and he knows that will's cock could reach it so much easier. he'd grind into him with unrelenting precision, stretching mack's pussy until it was filled with his knot and his cum. the image has mack whining, "fuck, please, alpha."
another low moan behind the plaster.
mack can feel himself hurtling towards the edge. his other hand starts to rub tight little circles on his swollen clit, drawing high, breathy moans from his mouth. pleasure coils tight in his belly, like a rubber band that's being pulled too tight until it snaps. mack comes so hard he thinks he blacks out for a minute, slick gushing around his fingers, back arching off the bed, and will's name on his lips.
somewhere, far above the surface where mack is swimming, he hears when will finishes with an almost-pained groan. his chest is full with pride, knowing that he helped the alpha feel good. he's warm and fuzzy all over — sort of like when you've spent all day on the water, and you can still feel the boat swaying with the waves as you try to fall asleep.
when he finally comes back to, he has one unread notification on his phone.
wait thinking of mack need to make an emergency nest in their hotel room and will doesn’t know how to react
he’s like wait i’m allowed in your nest at home but your freaking out meanwhile mack is raiding his suitcase and is like why are you just standing there 😖😫
potential fic idea in my nesting series for my anon
pairing: vet!alpha will smith x rookie!omega macklin celebrini
genre: omegaverse, found family, angst, fluff, smut
word count: 33.9k (chapter 3/3, finished)
Skating over, Will skids to a stop and leans over the boards as Warso flips the clipboard around.
“I’m thinking of moving Celly to first C.”
First C was Will’s position. He’s played center his entire life. He played it in juniors, at Worlds, in college, and he’d been first line center for the San Jose Sharks the past 10 years of his life.
“It’s not a dig at you, Will,” Warso says, stupid smile on his face like he truly thinks he's concocted magic from his shiny fucking chrome dome. “In fact, look at it like a compliment! I think you’re the only one who can play off of him.”
A compliment. To lose his position to the rookie. Will grinds his teeth.
pairing: vet!alpha will smith x rookie!omega macklin celebrini
genre: omegaverse, found family, angst, fluff, smut
word count: 23.3k (chapter 2/3, in progress)
“No, Mack, I’m not upset with you,”
Will explains, twisting in his seat to fully face the omega. “I’m… frustrated with your dad, and I’m not—” Will sighs, running a hand through his hair “—trying to say he’s bad! I just think he should’ve explained to you better. I think that’s the kind thing to do, the right thing to do.”
Macklin bristles, arms wrapping around himself protectively as he practically turns his nose up in the air and looks away from him.
“You’re such an alpha,” is all Macklin responds with, tongue poking into the side of his cheek. It’s juvenile, petulant, harsh and so riddled with hurt that it stings Will so much worse than antiseptic on an open wound.
He’d been building rapport with Mack. They were becoming… friends. Teammates. Now it feels like all of that is backsliding in an instant.
pairing: vet!alpha will smith x rookie!omega macklin celebrini
genre: omegaverse, found family, angst, fluff, smut
word count: 13k (chapter 1/?, in progress)
“I’ve never… had a nest,” is all Macklin mumbles out, and Will suddenly can’t hear anything outside of the buzzing in his ears and the rushing of blood in his veins.
Never had a nest. Never. Never. Never. He feels like he’s gonna puke.
“Not even as a kid?” Will sounds breathless to his own ears, voice lilting into a desperation he didn’t think he was capable of.
Mack shakes his head no, jerking like a life-sized bobblehead. There’s a look of fear pinched into his brows, like he knows he’s done something wrong but he can’t pinpoint exactly what.
