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Frat president Will Smith has been struggling to suppress his alpha aggression lately, so his rich socialite mother rents an omega to help him out.
Will doesn’t expect that omega to be perfect.
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- Part 3 of willmack fics
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18 Apr 2026
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Ilya smells like chamomile with something spicy underlying it, sweet and earthy and a little like some kind of home. Not overpowering and unbearable, like a lot of other Alphas. He hasn't heard anyone online talking about this, which makes something irrationally possessive inside him feel very sated. Mine.
There’s a hand grabbing at his collar and pulling him back. “Who fucking taught you how to do that?”
“Googled it,” Shane hears himself say smugly.
In fear of his Beta status being a source of dissatisfaction in their not-quite-relationship, Shane is determined to find and execute the strategy of how to best keep an Alpha entertained.
Ilya is beyond confused.
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- Part 1 of ceramics
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29 Mar 2026
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“So,” Luke said, leaning back again, his eyes on Mack. “Will. He’s kind of insane about you, huh?”
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24 Mar 2026
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Shane experiences a time loop. Ilya experiences that same time loop. Ilya then, months later, goes through his own loop.
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22 Mar 2026
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Ilya has some fun ideas about how to show Shane exactly how good he looks getting fucked.
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“Is Polaroid,” Ilya clarifies. “No files, no sharing… very private.”
Hollander swallows, stares a beat longer, and then aggressively doesn’t look anywhere near the camera or Ilya. “Okay. So?”
Ilya thinks, it’s always this. Hollander feints towards something he wants, and Ilya gets it for him, and he offers it up like a toy for a cat. Not too needy, not too blasé, he must twitch it at just the right pace. Here, kitty kitty.
“I would like to take some, see how you look,” Ilya offers oh so casually. “It’s just for fun. You can keep all of them, after. Put them through the shredder. I don’t care.” He cares. The things he’d do to keep one of those photos.
Hollander wets his lips, glances back at the camera, flushes. Then the pounce: “You can leave it on the nightstand.”
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18 Mar 2026