#CHERRY IS THE ACTUAL WORST
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
i need to write a memoir on my god awful love life truly so many people on this gay ass earth and somehow i meet the most interesting (derogatory) ones
#đď¸#and this ranges from actual dates/hookups to just people i flirted with or met at a club or whatever.#looking thru my blog rn and found a post about a guy that had imagine dragons on his sex playlist. like.#there was so much more wrong with him hes the worst person i know tbh but that. somehow that. is just. the cherry on top
8 notes
¡
View notes
Text
who knew that some agere people would be the worst type of people to exist (talking about you spinny)
#dont get your toddler army to do your anon hate and unblock me on discord if u want to talk#ik you act like a baby and thats fine but if youre bold enough to try to get me paranoid (and fail) then u should be bold enough to dm me#yknow without hiding yourself#either do that or leave us alone girl!! move on#like why do you preach about moving on to a new era and then actively seek out trouble ????#get a job or something#trying to make me think my bf is cheating on me is such a weird thing to do and a big low for you spinny. it's actually sad#the worst part youre not even good at doing it. youre making shit up from what you THINK you know & hiding behind ur friend#its okay to fall out of friendships and im not even trying to meddle with your life but you are literally actively seeking out problems#and thats so pathetic. especially when you paint yourself all high and might over us ??? clearly we tried everything for you#until we got to a point where we were literally drowning because we have other shit in our lives too#you keep losing friends and complain about it. maybe consider why??? because of lack of communication and empathy!! youre just mean!#especially to those who've always tried so hard to have your back and defend you! (buka and me!!!)#yet you didnt care. you dont communicate and expect us to read minds & you demand things#and u say that a real friend should know when to reach out & ya but when it gets to a point where i feel like im drowning? no thanks#im prioritizing myself and my mental health im sorry#not to mention i was ALWAYS IN THE MIDDLE IN YOUR BULLSHIT#so grow up. actually. and if you wanna dm me then unblock me and we can talk#if you want to keep hiding behind your toddler friends acting like youre all small and sweet and babies then go ahead but leave us alone?#at least ill have closure and finally come to terms that you're not rlly a good person and u use your illnesses to excuse ur behavior#because i still think about you and wish you were our friend but after everything thats happened (this being the cherry on top for ME)#then maybe you really just are a shitty person and you do more harm than good#soz to everyone else reading this just continue scrolling LOL#its drama cus an ex friend is sending their toddler militia on me for some reason???#delete later
6 notes
¡
View notes
Note
this is an absolutely bonkers question i get that but did you get tylerpilled from me or were you already a tyler fan before we started following each other. the only reason im asking is like NOBODYYYYYY likes cherry bomb except for me i feel like grhjgbjhrbjgrbgrhj immaculate taste either way :-)
NONO ITS NOT BONKERS AT ALL
ALSO YEAH LMAO I DID GET TYLERPILLED FROM YOU I HAD NO IDEA WHO HE WAS BEFORE I STARTED FOLLOWING YOU AND THEN I SAW YOUR PINNED POST AND I WAS LIKE "OH WHO IS THIS" AND HERE WE ARE
#thank you for infecting me and letting me know who he is btw#i woild not be the man i am today otherwise#i was obsessed with IGOR for like three months (and actually i still am) and then i was like âwell yk i love this album i should probably#branch out and hear some of his other stuffâ#and so i started bottom to top#I SHOULD MENTION THAT IT DIDNT TAKE ME THREE MONTHS TO FINALLY LISTEN TO HIS OTHER STUFF THAT WOULD BE CRAZY#ALSO YEAH IM OBSESSED WITH CHERRY BOMB#this might be the worst thing ever but the first time i ever listened to the song in your pinned post#i remember thinking âisnt this the guy that sang the grinch songâ bc that was the only thing id ever heard by him before that#âthe song in your pinned postâ ITS IGOR WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT#IGORS THEME I AM SUCH A FAKE FAN#NO THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING#asks
9 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Funny ass terrible week. It was so surreal. I had a high fever while mostly home alone and the power kept going out. I couldnt do much except lay there, my headache was pretty bad and if i moved too much i felt nauseous. I finally got out of bed at one point to try to make food so i went to the kitchen w my flashlight and. You know in silent hill when the worlds getting all fucked up when the sirens start? So thats basically what it looked like as ants were pouring out of the electrical outlets. It was distressing. If i were in silent hill there would defintely be ants. Representing how much i hate ants.
#ivr only had v8 and saltines for like 5 days my brain feels like its been replaced by a single cherry tomato đ¤#we finally got rid of thr ants to oh ym god that was actually the worst part of all this#if there were no ants i probably wpuldnt even talk about this#but that set it over the edge ok#ants are just.......................like they should have a warrant to come into my home or something like this isnt ok
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
If there comes a time where you are falling down-I'll be your Savior
Cherrypit looked down at his current project and then up at the Crystal Exarch. âHmmâŚI think the hood needs workâŚâ He mumbled to himself. All it would take is a few things to fix. Nothing to worry about. Currently the Crystal Exarch had no idea Cherrypit was in the Ocular. The power to turn invisible came in handy for a lot of things. One of them being sneaking out of the Crystarium and the other was to spy on the guy he was trying to make a doll out of. Despite how Cherrypit behaved he really did appreciate everything the Crystal Exarch had done for him. He was like some sort of weird pseudo-dad and annoying big brother who thinks he knows everything at the same time. Of course that also included knowing Cherrypit was in the room. Cherrypit turned behind him, looking at his supplies and dolls. âLulu can you hand me that thread? And Verty? Can you hand me that snack I packed?â Both dolls happily attended to their tasks.
ffxiv write day 25: perpetuity
cherrypit loves babycorn!! cherrypit loves cake!! cherrypit loves...
There were a lot of reasons that Cherrypit liked dolls.Â
Dolls are fun to play with and fun to hug too! Thatâs what Cherrypit thought. Everytime he and Babycorn would come across a place that sold toys he would go through all of them and if he happened to make a connection to one he really liked then there was nothing Babycorn could do to keep him from taking it home.
No way in all of the seven hells she could ever resist Cherrypitâs pleading look.Â
His giant eyes staring right at her, the way he would wiggle his big ears, the big smile on his face that told Babycorn that he believed with all of his heart she was going to buy it for him because she loved and cherished him.
Babycorn would always fold immediately.Â
When Cherrypit wasnât buying his dolls, he was making them.Â
He learned how to make them when he was the tender age of two-years old. The same age he had been for the past twelve years or so. The dolls Cherrypit made werenât professional by any definition of the word, but it was still pretty impressive.Â
The weaverâs guild had given him all the supplies he needed and in a short time Cherrypit had made a stitched rag doll. Giving it the name âBebe.â The name of the person he loved the most in the entire world! Babycorn was flattered, and a little mad that some doll had stolen her name but if it made Cherrypit happy it was fine.Â
There werenât a lot of places Cherrypit didnât take his dolls to.Â
He would take all his dolls, especially the Calca and Brina dolls, to all sorts of places. Like the kitchen, Bâig Nunhâs room, the very top of a tree and to the doctorâs office. The last one in particular was very important. Cherrypit needed all the support he could get to stay brave in there.Â
Another scary place Cherrypit would take his toys was into battle.Â
They wouldnât fight but they would be there when the battle was over, ready to play a fun game with him. Then when night would fall he would sleep in a big pile of his dolls. Then they would have a nice rest and sweet dreams together.Â
Playing with his dolls was so much fun!
The truth was that Cherrypit has a special secret talent! That you canât tell anyone about!Â
Cherrypit can bring dolls to life! So they can talk and walk and do a lot of things on their own. All Cherrypit needs to do is think it, and the dolls do it. So many of his dolls would clean up around the mansion. His dolls would also make sure that all his friends were safe and sound.Â
Ready to let Cherrypit know if something was wrong.Â
Of course Cherrypit didnât just bring his own dolls to life. He would bring life to any toys that his friends had. Like Linnet and Pancakeâs stuffed toys. They would mostly run around when both girls werenât looking, cleaning up the messes they left behind and helping with their homework.Â
There was something else Cherrypit loved about all his dolls.
Unlike so many things whenever dolls broke or got ripped apartâCherrypit could fix them easily!Â
All it would take was a few stitches here and there, maybe some replacement stuffing and they would be as good as new! Different dolls could also be fixed in all sorts of different ways. He could use glue for porcelain dolls, tape for paper dolls and a thread and needle for the rest.Â
That way Cherrypitâs dolls would last forever.
His friends would last forever.Â
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Bebe would
Cherrypit looked up, he had been resting his head on his knees for who knows how long.Â
His room was a mess. Torn up drawings and pieces of broken furniture were littered everywhere. There was a sign that something had been on fire recently. It still smelled a little like smoke.Â
Cherrypit wiggled his feet around, they had fallen asleep. He had fallen asleep too. How long had he been asleep for? There was no one in his room anymore except for him.Â
There was a mirror leaning up against the wall next to Cherrypit. He ended up startling himself when he looked at his own reflection.Â
Different colored eyes were staring back at him. A blank white and and a piercing blue one.Â
Cherrypitâs eyes were stinging. Maybe it was from the crying or from how long he was exposed to black rose. His eyes were red and puffy. He had been crying for a really long time. It was dark when he got back to his room and now there was light outside. A beam of light was softly shining its way inside.Â
As it turned outâCherrypit wasnât as alone as he thought.Â
The sound of rustling papers caught his attention. It was coming from the other side of the room. Cherrypit stood up and slowly walked towards the noise. He didnât really have a plan of what to do once he found out what had made the noise. It felt like there was just something pulling him towards it. Something familiar.Â
When Cherrypit got there he looked down to see a small doll, sitting where he had left it when he left the day before. There was a teacup in front of it. The last time he was in this room Babycorn had promised him she would play with him when they both got back.Â
Cherrypit picked up the doll in his tiny hands. It was a doll he had once made himself.Â
âBebeâŚâ Cherrypit hiccuped out, his breathing becoming faster. Something in his chest was hurting.Â
The doll wasnât moving anymore. It wasnât looking at him.Â
Just like all the people Cherrypit had seen. Standing and fighting one moment then in a flash they were lying on the ground, unmoving. No matter how hard Cherrypit had yelled at them to wake up nothing would happen. He had run through the battlefield trying to find anyone he recognized. Nobody woke up. Nobody.
No matter how loud he yelled. How much he shook them. How much he used his magic to heal them. How much he wanted them to wake up.Â
Cherrypit gripped the doll in his hands.âBebeâŚâ its old stitches slowly began to tear themselves apart.Â
Babycorn had stayed awake more than the others. Cherrypit could still remember. She had said something to him, he saw her mouth moving but it was so loud around him he hadnât heard a word before she
Cherrypit let out a scream and tore Bebe in half.Â
Stuffing of all different kinds and from different times came spilling out. He kicked the stuffing away and threw the remains of the doll against the wall. Cherrypit let out a sob, crying louder than before. The pain in his chest wouldnât stop, his heart just kept going and going.Â
He cried out for his sister, saying her name over and over again. Hoping that she would be able to hear him and come running back to get him.Â
There were no tears for his broken doll. He didnât care. He barely remembered it had existed. Who had the time to care?
When nothing lasts forever after all.
#ffxivwrite 2024#cherrypit#shb spoilers#sb spoilers#two year old has the worst day of his life#takes place during the 8th umbral calamity timeline :(#cherrypit survived cause he doesnt need to breathe :) but also :(#older cherrypit doesnt get any issues from this hes fine dont worry about him#his family essentially died twice now its rough buddy :(#babycorns words were actually You'll be okay cherry. I love you#but cherrypit doesnt hear until shb babycorn says it to her cherrypit during shadowbringers#then cherrypits like oh.
2 notes
¡
View notes
Text
cringetober day 3 (unnecessarily complex fit). To Be Honest i couldnt quite find the right inspiration for today. i just ended up putting pretty into the most garish-looking magical girl outfit i could </3
#[cherry on top]#eyestrain#Not maintagging this lol#i honestly like the pose here though.#and the makeup i put on pretty too lol#complex clothing is actually my worst enemy. i cant seem to get a very complex outfit naturally </3#[boom! crash! bang!]
16 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Just finished the show a few days ago, so that's why I'm only just posting this now.
#also yes PB is problimatic but so are a lot of the other characters & i don't care#lady reinacorn would probably be higher in her category if i understood what she was saying but unfortunately i don't#tier list#adventure time#adventure time tier list#magic man is where he is because he became normal man otherwise he'd be in the last category#cinnamon bun is only where he is due to his character growth in the flame kingdom before that he would have been in the meh category#lsp is where she is coz i actually find her funny#hope tier 3 lemongrab is meant to be the 3rd version because I like him the best out of all the lemongrabs#sweet pea wasn't on there but i would probably put him before or after fern#root beer guy is only where he is because I like what they did with him when he got resurrected#speaking of which cherry sods should be on here to & if she was I'd probably place her before him#as her reaction to his death & resurrection was super interesting#just realised that starchy isn't on here either i think I'd place him before mr pig#on reflection I'd put the cosmic owl in the 3rd category after prismo#i haven't watched distant lands or fiona & cake yet so please no spoilers#tiffany is where he is because i find him funny even though he is always hating on my boy finn#upon reflection I actually find amo quite interesting (still annoying though)#with his desperate need to be loved without the ability to give it in return#& how no amount of affection would probably ever have been enough#like talk about depressing#on second thought i'd actually put Grob/Gob/Glob Grod in the cool powers but lack of personality category#ash actually belongs in the worst category coz how he gonna do my girl marcy like that#& Jake's alien dad should actually be in the crazy threat category#coz he straight up travels to different dimensions to make kids so he can drain them of their powers & then leave them to die#& wanted to do the same to his grandkids like that's some next level evil#recardio should really have is own category as while he is kind of threat (he did kidnap finn & jake & beat up lady that one time)#his just not scary like people in the crazy threat category are (more just creepy/weird/gross & annoying)
6 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Poor star. I bet that little girl had a nice wet and black pussy waiting to be filled.
I hate to say this, but since youâre a pedophille thatâs trying to use sexualization to traumatize a child that was a csa victim, and you doing this shit- cause she didnât like a cartoon?!
I hope that you drown :)
-as in cops in prison.
Thatâs it, im sick of Tumblr!
It doesnât help much with what I need to do with my channel AT ALL and im sick of being forced to have to say triggers or be harassed by creeps such as you to interact on it!
Goodbye!
#tw pedophillia#tw racism#tw nsfl#the fact that this was sent#right after I mentioned Cherry#RIGHT after.#WHAT THE FUCK?!#nigga thatâs it imma just#ignore these asks now#the standom of the Helluva Boss fandom-#is actually the WORST fandom I have EVER seen.#same for the Hazbin one#actually no-#better#iâll just STOP INTERACTING ON TUMBLR!#and go back to focusing on my channel#and my LIFE!#Done with this shit! Years of trauma that will continue no more!#Im going to go enjoy my summer! Goodbye you miserable pile of weaboo child fetishizing shits!#Bye! â¤ď¸
5 notes
¡
View notes
Text
hello, im cherry, and i need someone to put my stem in their mouth and tie with their tongue
#my posts#entirely motivated by the cherry post that pez made and tagged me at lmao#also this may be one of the worst things ive said in like an actual post and not moving it to tags i think lmao hi hello!!!
2 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Just because You see them as someone pathetic and needing of love doesn't mean that character isn't also toxic as shit because of their apathetic low self-esteem bullshit
#this is about cherry magic#lmao ha I love adachi it's looking into a mirror#this is about how people write him#like an anxious little scaredy cat#when really the whole point of the show is to get the low self esteem having#apathetic man who'd rather coast by in life monotonously because it's easier#than participate in life and try to make connections#his belief that his worthy will all together lead to nothing#caused him to fuck with his relationship with Kurosawa many times#yes he's an anxious sad boy#but he also channels that by being apathetic#bitter#passive aggressive#and by self isolating#and I like that about him! because he doesn't realize he's doing this#but actually caring about others and wanting to be in their lives showed him that he has to allow the same thing#or else he'll be alone and it'll be his fault even if it wasn't his intention#the boy isn't perfect he's learning that caring and trying can lead to good outcomes#and even if it doesn't the worst ones aren't even all that bad to not do it again and learn from it#cherry magic
5 notes
¡
View notes
Text
i literally cant stop thinkinâ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die âtil he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who itâs from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, youâve slipped between the otherâs fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.
soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it heâs gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but youâre minding your own business, âcause youâre mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you mightâve been and you think itâs unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you donât know him, but youâve heard enough to realize itâs his girlfriend satoruâs flirting with while his âgangâ kick at the kid. and itâs sickening, but you donât say anything when you walk by.
and when you donât ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriendâs eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isnât the boy whoâd bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because heâs noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you donât have any money left on you.
itâs a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you donât have him anymore. on the other hand, you donât have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but youâve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you donât know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless itâs to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.
but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.
he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.
and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.
that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.
but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready untilâ he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whisperingâ but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.
so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost becauseâ didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.
and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to youâ guilt.
he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him somethingâ nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.
he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.
and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?
but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.
pt.2
#idk where this came from#this has probably been done before so i hope this take is original enough đ¨âđł#new drabble style cus i got lazy ajgfbdshjg#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x you#jjk x you#satoru gojo x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo x y/n#technically#jjk angst#gojo angst#billet-doux#satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#satoru gojo#gojo#jjk satoru#gojo jjk
11K notes
¡
View notes
Text
wtf is wrong with teenage boys. people shouldn't eat this much. is your stomach a black hole? what the fuck? how are you not shitting yourself in front of me rn? what the fuck?
#i just drunk a cherry cola and ate ramen and drunk a silly mango drink and i feel like im about to explode. they eat this. AND MORE#having brothers is like living with actual food monsters#two pizzas. two litre bottles of sodas. ramen. soup. an actual meal. all gone . all gone.#not to mention the staggering amount left of snacks. zero. they ate all that shit up. in a signle fucking week.#the cost of living is no joke rn#and YOU are joking rn#insanity. what the fuck is wrong with them#me soup#this isnt just a me problem#worst part is they dont care either#theyll eat anything they can get their hands on if they feel like it#worst part? they copy me#cherry cola lowkey tasted disgusting#like why are you ruining all my favorite foods. stop#like just now#same with my mogu mogu. i cant take this anymore. let me out.
1 note
¡
View note
Text
cherry cola â op81
genre: smut, humor, yearning, tiny bit of fluff, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, experienced!oscar, sub!reader (for a while!), dom!oscar (for a while!)
word count: 8.5k
After a painful break up, Oscar finds himself head-to-head with an enticing girl, filled with pure innocence. Also known as, his parents secret weapon, and his worst temptation.
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...f!receiving, fingering, brief mentions of masturbation, face riding, missionary sex, doggy style
inspired by this !
cherry here!... hellooo anons, long time, no see haha sorry for the lack of posts, but hopefully this makes up for it, somehow? formal apology for my last post too while we're at it. though this fic is inspired by cola by lana del rey, it will not have a sour ending like past fics (iykyk). missed u all, so here ya go! enjoy :)
There is an apprehensive sensation that towers over him as soon as she walks in; shy mannered, tall, and firm with a hint of hesitationâitâs something he adores about her, but also something that has him feeling jittery. Oftentimes, her lips are his most prized possession, enjoying the way they move. All except at this very moment.Â
Everyone notices his bitter, broken, and quiet mood despite always laying low. Heâs never been one to share his problems with others, and he most definitely was not going to start now. It should be the best moment of the seasonâhis first winâbut he doesnât have the joy to celebrate it with anyone.Â
Oscarâs brown eyes are low and dull; empty. Heâd be a damn liar if he said he didnât see any of this coming. If he didnât feel an ounce of guilt and misery. Should he have been more attentive, a better boyfriend, then he wouldnât be regretting his life choices. Dramatic, but true.Â
âHow are you spending your summer break? Are you and Lily traveling?â
The Australian tries to scoff at the innocent inquiry beaming from his teammate, but he settles with a wince, not being able to hide it. âShe, umâŚwe broke up, actually.â Heâs never been a religious individualâhas never even set foot inside a churchâbut for the first time in his life, he prayed no more questions would be asked.
Lando raises his thick brows, clearly surprised by the sudden confession. Sure, they were a private coupleâlikely the most in the entire paddockâbut he never saw this coming from Oscar and Lily. Though he only met her a couple of times, simply exchanging a kind greeting, he wouldâve bet his entire Rolex collection that the couple were smitten with one another. âAh, Iâm sorry, mate.â
The rude sound of his race suit being zipped up harshly makes the Brit flinch in the slightest. âDonât worry about it. Thatâs life, no?â
Costa Ricaâthey were supposed to go to Costa Rica. Instead, now, he sits alone on a flight back to his home country. Heâs ecstatic to be sleeping in his childhood room with outdated posters hung of all his favorite drivers, but the feeling lingers.Â
Sprawled like a koala, humid t-shirt pressed against his skin, he tosses and turns for an estimate of five whole minutes. He should be enjoying the beach, sipping on highly sweetened margaritas, getting the worst tan of his life, but heâs here. The hot summer air in Melbourne makes him spit out a string of dirty curses that would send his mum into a coma.Â
The brunette might as well be an only child since not a single one of his three sisters were here to keep him company, ditching him with his parents. He loved them, of course he did, but a full house was his ideal way to spend his break. His home gym isnât even enough to help him forget, even for a second.Â
âDinner is ready, honey,â Nicole announces, peeking carefully through the crack of the door. She grins widely. âThereâs even pavlovaâyour favorite.â
He forces a polite nod, shaggy hair dangling just above his eyes. âThank you. Iâll be out in a bit.â It actually takes a sum of thirty-minutes for him to jog down the stairs, a strong scent of apple expanding from his now washed hair. His dad hums as soon as he spots the McLaren driver.Â
âItâs rude to leave guests waiting, Oscar,â he warns with a deep voice.Â
The twenty-three year old assumes itâs a lame dad joke, perhaps, so runs along with it, taking a good look around the dining room. âWonât happen again. I showeredââ
âWhere would you like to place the dessert, Mrs. Piastri?â a soft voice echoes down the hallway as he turns at the unfamiliar tone. You halt, caught off guard by the new presence. âIâm sorry, I didnât know you would be here.âÂ
âIn my own home?â he finds himself squeaking involuntarily. The stern look that dances across his parents faces is enough for him to bite down on his tongue. He doesnât even know why he said any of thatâespecially to a stranger.Â
They introduce you two quickly, though youâre just as fast as to say that you obviously knew about his existence. Do you follow my races? You shake your head, glossy hair shining. âI work for your parents, soâŚI sort of know. Plus, your sisters always talk highly about you when youâre gone.â
He blinks. âYou work here?â Brown eyes flicker to his parents, confusion written all over. âWhat could she possibly do?â
âOscar,â Nicole scolds. âI thought you left all the unnecessary questions back in junior high.â
Chris slides a large hand over her smaller one, calming her down just a tad bit. The older man sighs. âYou know your mum, always looking for something new to doââ
âI wanted to grow a garden!â she squeals, delighted. âLike in all those magazines you get me for my birthdayâoh, so lovely, honey. Only I realized, I donât know anything about gardening.â
âAnd this lovely girl standing right here is a total natural. Her hands must be magic.â Oscar blushes hard at his dads choice of words. âSheâs helping us out for the time being. Until we get back.â
The Australian's mouth opens, then snaps back shut, swallowing. âGet back from where?â
âCosta Rica!â
He gapes. âYouâre using my tickets?â
Nicole winces. âCanât let them go to waste, honeyâŚâ
His father butts in. âHow is Lily by the way?â
The brunette groans, running his hands through his waves. âHow should I know? Come on, you guys canât be serious.â The tickets werenât the problem; the fact that they were leaving was. He spots you awkwardly placing the pastry down onto the table. âCan you give us a minute?âÂ
âYes, of course,â you quip, glad to have a reason to flee far enough away from the premises. You turn to the Piastriâs who smile fondly at your understanding. âIâll be out in the garden.â
As soon as you rush out, the twenty-three year old turns swiftly. âI guess Iâm leaving too.â
âDonât you dare, Oscar Jack Piastriââ He fumes. âWhy not? Youâre all going to be gone!â
âShe wonâtâyou are keeping her company.â Sheâs not asking; sheâs demanding. Staring back in shock, the McLaren driver avoids eye contact, fidgeting like a kid at their first day of school. His mum stands up, makes her way over, and pecks his soft cheek. âSheâs a sweet girl. She wonât be a botherâsheâs just down the hallway.â
Thatâs where Lily would always stay back when they first started their relationship; too afraid of making a bad impression on his parents. He found it adorable. He rolls his eyes and releases a heavy breath. âFine.â He stares out the glass window, focusing on where you patiently sit on the wooden bench, delicate hands pressing your dress down against your thighs. âFine...â
-
The following morning, his parents wake him up at the crack of dawn, bidding goodbye. It comes as a total surprise, thinking he had a few more days left with them, but no. Heâs barely registering any of it before they whisper inaudible nonsense and scurry out of his bedroom.Â
After some debating, he changes and decides to go on a quick run. The sight of Ms. Alleck watering her burnt grass makes him smile as he sets off. It would have been easier to not get as tired if it were a slight bit chilly, but itâs blazing hot. He cuts it short, dashing back home and immediately serving himself a glass of cold water.Â
âYouâre up early.â
The brown eyed boy jumps in sudden surprise. Standing in a pastel yellow sleeping gown, you grin brightly. Long lashes lay flat, nose pinching rosy pink, and breath minty. âYeah, my folks sort of woke me up. Couldnât fall back asleep.â
âOh.â You pout. âThey left already?â
âYou knew?â
âYup. They mentioned it last night before bed.â A beat. âI hope me staying here isnât making you uncomfortableâŚitâs just that they offered, andââ
âItâs not.â Lie. âMake yourself at home.â
Not much is seen or heard from him for the majority of the day; occasional glaces coming here and there. They put you in an uncomfortable spot yesterdayâyou had been working on the garden for a year now, damn itâbut their son's demeanor took you by surprise. The pictures and stories were something you relied on as the only source of getting to know him: polite, tall, and swankyâboyish.
That was so far from the truth. Oscar Piastri has grown into his body; almost appearing to be a handsome giant. Despite his warm face, his attitude is a bit snarky. He has no problem in saying whatâs on his mind. And he is most definitely not a boy.Â
Heâs a man.
âWhat do you say?âÂ
âSorry?âÂ
He chuckles, Adam's Apple dancing up and down. âWould you like to join me for dinner?â
It wasn't his intention to try and get close to youânot purposefully, at leastâbut he thought; why not? Who knows when his parents are coming back, when his sisters would, and he wanted to prove to you that he wasnât some snotty guy. Summer is summer, after all. A friend to spend it with sounds quite nice.
Pursing your red lips, you nod, setting your book aside. The dinner table is already set up. Chicken and rice. Thatâs it. Given, it looks and smells amazing, but plain. You quirk a brow. âArenât you supposed to eat your greens? To drive quicker?â He burns up at you teasing tone.
âI didnât want to risk burning the house down. Weâre lucky I was able to get even this done.â
âVery well.â The refrigerator opens, colorful veggies staring back at him. You grin, slow and easy. âIâll take care of it. Itâs only fair, roomie.â
-
Oscar left home a few years ago, migrating to the United Kingdom for work, so it had been a while since he had stepped foot in his backyard. He faintly remembers his pirate treehouse, his sistersâ Barbieâs cluttered inside. It was a bone-chilling sight for baby Oscar back then, but now, the paint is chipping off, the wood looks a lot weaker. Itâs a nostalgic feeling.
The new additions are stunning. A bunch of healthy flowers beam back at him and he swallows when he realizes he canât name a single one. Waxflowers, Calamint, Dahlias, Peonies, Carnations, California Poppies. One by one, he admires with an open mouth. âTheyâre beautiful.â He turns to you with a proud smile. âYouâve done an excellent job.â
Pink feathers onto your already blushed cheeks, biting back a cheesy grin. You had decided to eat out on the bench, choosing to enjoy the now fresh air. Still humid, but less than before. The scent of coconut sunscreen makes his whiff constantly. âSoâŚCosta Rica?â
He winces. It was too soon to talk about the situation, but something in your calm voice makes it easier to spit it out even though you probably already heard from his parents. All of a sudden, your savory carrots taste like complete shit. âTâwas supposed to go with my girlfâmy ex. My ex-girlfriend.âÂ
You pout, sorrowfully. âOh, Iâm sorry, Oscar. I didnât mean toâŚI had no clue.â And itâs genuine. Guess his parents werenât complete traitors.Â
âTell meâhow long have you been working on fixing the garden?â
âSince last summer,â you hum, chewing down on a piece of grilled chicken. âThis is the first time I have actually stayed here, though. Your parents are sweet. As soon as they heard that you were coming back home, they insisted I kept you company.â
Sharp jaw clenches and he scoffs. You simply blink back innocently. Then, he notices it. The way it reflects against the yellow ray of the now setting sun. He knows what it is, so he doesnât ask. Too busy staring off into the distance, you place your plate down. âLet me show you a few other things Iâve been working on.â
Thereâs row and row, further into the open area; every twist and turn makes his brows raise up higher, impressed by the noticeable updates. Coming to a halt, he spins his head around, brown locks hitting his temples. âSince when do we have a cherry tree?â
You beam, orbs shining with excitement. âSince last summer!â you repeat, cheerfully. You pick one, handing it for him to try. An embarrassing moan erupts once the sweet nectar slides down his throat. âGood?â
âBloody amazing.â Every compliment makes you squeal with delight. âMy mum is actually allergic to cherries, so howâŚâ
âShe was actually the one who brought it up. Said she knew how much I loved them, and that I deserved a little something for flourishing her garden. I couldnât deny the chance to do so.â You bite down on your lip, sheepishly. âThey are my favorite.â
Reaching for one makes him look away as soon as your dress rises up, soft legs poking through. Bare feet press against the wet grass as you tippy toe. He mustered a fake cough, but as soon as you bite down onto the bloody fruit, he clicks into a trance.Â
Plump lips; thick and juicy. Long lashes fluttering shut against your glossy cheeks. That could have been because of the summer heat, but it affected him just the same. The familiar sensation of attraction rushes to his cock as he stands stifflyâbut also loosely. He was loose. So fucking loose.
Something hits his cheekbones and it rips him away from his drooling. A singular seed now lays by his feet; indicating what you had done. A crinkled, wobbly smile shines back at him, hands nervously flattening your dress back down. The Australian jokingly lunges towards you as you squeal, backing away.Â
âYou were disintegrating! I had to get your attention one way or another!â
Oh, you definitely got his attention. Giving you one final scowl, he stops his steps. âEverythingâall of itâitâs great. Thank you.â The wind picks up and you shiver. â...for doing this for my parents.â
Neat hair flies against the breeze, covering your eyes for a minute. Pushing it aside, you scrunch your nose faintly. âAnytime.â
-
Technically, what youâre getting paid for was to watch over the beloved yard; thatâs all. But you offer to do more. Mow the lawn? Paint the chipped wall? Wash the windows?
âGod no, darling,â Oscarâs mum laughs through the end of the line. âYou are doing enough already. Please. Relax.â
But you canât. Nibbling on your thumb, you brush the counter, strolling past countless family portraits. A smile slips when you spot a toothless Oscar. âI insist.â
So, here you are; decluttering the attic. After a bit of bickering with Nicole, she eventually gives in and asks for a favor. Clean and tidy the small room. Easy peasy.Â
âOuch,â you hiss when a nail digs through your skin, gore immediately pouring out of you like a waterfall; you squeak. Just then, a certain brunette peeks their head through the entrance.
âOh good, itâs you. I thought we had an intruder.â
Raising a skeptical brow at him and the thin duvet, you quickly take it from him, pressing it down to ease the bleeding. âHoly crap, are you okay?â In one motion, he steps closer to you, analyzing the injury with worried eyes. You groan.
âItâs only a little cut. No biggie.â But the way your face is slowly losing color lets him know that your words aren't true. Brown eyes flicker, searching for a spot to sit, but everything about this is crowded. You were just about to start tidying; the mess was still there. Crouching onto a tiny stool, he takes a seat, somehow still towering over you. Or at least that's what it felt like, because suddenly, you felt suffocated.Â
His long legs are spread as you stand between them, hand out towards him as he winces at the brutal cut. âAhâthatâs pretty deep.â He gags when he notices the underneath flesh. You suppress a giggle. âWe should go to the ER.âÂ
You scoff, ripping away from his grip, tripping over a box. Regaining your balance, you drape the cloth over your hand once again. âThat wonât be necessary. Iâll be right back.â
After rinsing your hand with alcohol, covering the wound with the largest bandaid to ever exist, and balling your eyes out, you make your way back up. The Australian is drenched in sweat, huffing and puffing. âGot it,â he pants. Confused, you tilt your head to the side, but thatâs when you pick out the nail in the palm of his hand. You blink, too bewildered to make sense of how he retrieved it without the help of a hammer. âI also found lots of old trophies. Extremely bittersweet.â
âWhyâs that?â you hum, kneeling down next to him, reading through the labels. Each makes you more and more dazzled.Â
A minute passes by. âBecause I grew up.â
âThatâsâŚsad.â Shrugging, he digs for more. He laughs loudly, throwing his head back. âDear GâI forgot this even existed!â
Oscarâs 81 Things To-Do During the Summer [List]
Learn how to bike.
Learn the Australian National Anthem (Sophie will be beautifully impressed)
Get better at being more outgoing (Mum is worried)
So on and so forth. âYou were an extremely creative lad. Eighty-one things to doâŚeh.â A tongue click. âPossibly buy a pet dragon?â
He cringes. âNot all were realistic. I actually never really got around to it. Mainly added, if anything.âÂ
Crimson red flashes. âI, um, I could tell.â
69. Oscar Piastri, you know what I mean.
The brunette chokes on his saliva, yanking it away as fast as he can. Standing up to his full height, he rolls up the piece of paper and points towards the exit. âI think I should, umâŚyeah. See ya.â
âYeah.â He dashes off. âSee youâŚâ
-
Eighteen-year old Oscar was a horny bastard. But every guy that age is, so itâs not really fair to feel bad about his list. The writing is obviously his, but the things jotted down made him almost feel like it wasnât. Blowjobs? Hand jobs? What was he thinking?
And then, there was youâa curious cat. He had to be a virgin; he just had to. Why else would he be embarrassed? You werenât one to judge, though. You knew nothing about the sexual world, having never partaken. The thin band wrapped around your ring finger is enough proof.Â
And noâyou werenât married.
It would have been absolutely diabolical to mention sex in your household growing up. Being Roman Catholics is no joke, believing religiously to wait until marriage. You never had a problem with that; you would wait. Doesnât mean you didnât know what any of the common terms meant. Sort of.Â
Only nowâfor the first time in your lifeâthere it was.
Temptation.
The McLaren driver was no newbie. He has had his fair share of experiences; before Lily, with Lily. He knew just about anything and everything. His good-boy act was no facade. At times he didnât like that about himself, but itâs who he was. Obeyed the rules. Never crossed the line with anyone he wasnât romantically linked to. And yetâŚ
There you were.
The flowers were perfect; only needing to be watered. The cherry tree was much moreâŚcomplicated. The chances of animals recklessly hunting for the sweet fruit was high, the chances of the red drupes rotting also was. Therefore, you spent most of your time there.Â
Maybe you were avoiding him; you told yourself you were already horrified at the dirty thoughts taking over like the plague. And perhaps he was doing the same; he had only been locked in his room for the past three hours.Â
Golden hour. With your hands on your hips, you squint, admire the polished drupes, tickling with water. Walking back to the bench, you lay down, picking up on your reading, occasionally taking sips from your Cherry Cola.Â
Pacing the small bedroom, Oscar mutters to himself. Maybe she didnât read all of it. Maybe she doesn't know what it means. Yeahâhe was exaggerating. Clicking his window open, he gasped for needed air. As soon as he spots you reading, he grunts.Â
White skirt brushes down your smooth legs, challenging the sun to see who shines the brightest. Lips wrap around the glass bottle, puckering in the slightest. And he wonders; would you taste as sweet as the cool beverage?
Heâs a grown man; an adult. Thereâs no need to be uncomfortable. Sex was a part of everyone's day to day life. He was the one making it a bigger deal than it actually was. Still, he slips on a pair of sunglasses, perched perfectly onto the bridge of his nose.Â
âIs it any good?â
His voice makes you flinch, dropping the book flat on your face. A tiny groan rings through the air. Flashing him a weak smile, you sit up straight, fixing your clothes. âWant one? Thereâs plenty in the fridge.â
He had noticed, of course he had. Never in a million years did he think he'd see his refrigerator stocked up with the sweet drink. He never cared enough to ask who they belonged to; figured they would just expire.
Wavy hair swings back and forth when he shakes his head. âGotta keep in shape.â I see, you murmur, loopy eyes peeking over at him, taking another gulp. The sizzling feeling is utterly childish compared to what heâs making you feel. The burning sensation between your legs is annoying and painful, you almost want to plead for help. âI meant the book, by the way.â
âNo!â You laugh, nervously. âI meanâŚitâs alright?â
After he stormed off and left you a breathless puddle, you biked and bikedâuntil you hit the local bookstore. You werenât looking for anything in particular, simply browsing, but as soon as you reached the section of Erotic Literature, you stopped.Â
So manyâmanyâwrong choices. Still, humiliated, you paid and fiercely ran out. Maybe this was some sort of punishment for reading what youâre reading; had to be. And Oscar asking questions wasnât helping. Licking your berry lips, you swallow a thick layer. âWhat have you been up to?â
Fuck, he moans, large hand sliding up and down his cock; more and more pleasure intensifying. Your tiny dresses. Your short skirts. Your angelic face. The way your lips would separate before every sentence. Your sweet scent that would have normally given him a headache, but instead made him chase after you like a dog.Â
Finishing all over his thighs, he shudders. White liquid never looked more sinister than at this very moment. After changing, he paces the room with regret.Â
Pushing the frames further into his face, he hums. âOh, you know. Just⌠cleaning up my room.â
-
Itâs been a week in a half now and youâre happy to announce that you have fallen into a routine. While Oscar did his daily workout, you would make breakfast. While you worked on the garden, he cooked dinner. Though, he was unbeknownst over the way you would drool over him when he would walk out the door; a compressed shirt hugging his built body tightly, arms begging to be kissed. You were unaware of the way he would rub his face in desperation when you walked out, banging his head purposefully against the cabinet; the way you would skip out with your book and infamous drink, or how you would prettily tie up your hair before you even got started.
It was a mess.
A mocking mess.
This afternoon though, you arenât flying out the door to the yard, but rather frolicking over to Ms. Alleck, ready to assist. I try my best, but they always wilt! Could it be the humidity? Laughing, you toss your hair up into a bun, messy strands poking out as you cock your head to the side. âCould be, but donât you worry. Weâll find a way to make it work. Promise.â
He had always known you were kind, gentle, soft spokenâŚpure. And you doing this only added to his attraction. Itâs salad, spaghetti, and salmon that afternoon. Sweaty, you pant. Iâm going to squeeze in a shower real quick. But you werenât sweaty, like you believe; you were glistening.Â
âThis is so cute,â you chirp, sitting cross cross in the old treehouse. A few spider webs make your blood run cold, but he quickly took care of it, apologizing. The brunette blushes.Â
âI wanted to use it one last time. Before we get rid of it.â Neat brows furrow. âItâs just that itâs oldâonly a matter of time before it plunges down.â âWhat?âÂ
âO-obviously not now!â
After a bit more convincing, you finally relax and enjoy the way the crickets sing against the night. Small feet press against the wall, white tube socks turning slightly brown from the lack of sweeping. For a moment, he shuts his lids, breaths shallow, body loose. The high temperature almost made him feel as if he was cuddling into the warmest blanket; it felt nice.Â
Whoops, you mumble when hollow glass pounds against the wooden floor. He perks up at the sound, brown eyes burning with high alert. âYou do shit on purpose?â he screeches when he detects scarlet blood. Wincing in pain, you curl your hand towards the hem of your dress.Â
âHelp me,â you plead, slight annoyance written all over your face. He mustâve broken the world record of running into the house to retreat the first aid kit, and running right back to you. The way he sanitizes the skin, to the way he wraps your hand with a gauze pad, is honestly hilarious.
âWhat so funny?â he murmurs, attention never leaving the wound.Â
âMmm. Nothing.â He snickers and you giggle harder. âIt just seems as if Iâm making you a professional. You ought to be ready if anyone else needs your help to treat injuries.â
âOh, of course. Iâll tell them a certain klutz made me learn from day to night with all her clumsiness.â His voice drops, laced with concern. âSeriously thoughâyou were just healing. You have to be careful.â
Plump lips part with the sound of his delicate voice, accent almost disappearing. Wandering eyes admire the way his brows are knitted together and orbs soften. Swallowing, you nod. âI will.â
âGood.â
The once vibrant room is now hazy and suffocating. Does he not know what kind of effect he has on you? The type of power he holds? Oscar doesnât seem to, though, with the way he chugs down his entire glass of water. Stuck in a trance, your hand briskly reaches out for your own drink. He roars with laughter, clutching his stomach. âYou just broke your bottle, you donât have a drink anymore.â He picked up the Cherry Cola you had offered, but he had declined. âTake mine.â
You donât put up a fight, simply allow him to open and give it to you. The sweet drink doesnât do a great job at hydrating your foaming mouth, but it helps as a distraction. On the other hand, the brunette canât seem to not watch the ways your lips suck in and out, eagerly. As if this were the only source of air. He shudders.Â
âWe should probably head downâŚâ
Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you comply, already standing up. From the floor, he has a good view of your legs; long, soft, sweetly scented. He wonders if you use honey as lotion because that would explain his urge to nuzzle his face against them. Picking up the broken glass and plates, you turn back. âComing?â
A sigh rings through the air once, and suddenlyâheâs cradling your face with high intensity and lust, molding his lips against yours. Tomato sauce stains his shirt and your dress from the plates that still remain between you two. One second, you're wide eyed, and then the next, you're allowing yourself to kiss him back.Â
You want to cry with how pleasant the feeling feels and he wants to scream with how much he wants to fuck you. But alas, one of you pulls away firstâyou canât really tell whoâ and youâre both left gasping for air. Completely winded and fucked.
You both are fucked.
-
The treehouse comes crashing down the day after your first kiss. Yes, first kiss. You would like to blame him and say that he stole it from you, but the arousal that was dripping between your thighs last night was a clear indication that you could never actually say so because you liked it so much.Â
The wooden house tearing down is something you take as a sign; youâve sinned. Okay, maybe that was a bit too dramatic, but you were honestly thinking about it. That night you dreamt of the wildest things imaginable; his pretty face in between your legs, large hands squeezing your perky breasts, fingers swirling inside your velvety walls, cock tearing you in half.
It was unacceptable.Â
So, while Oscar worked on picking up the tiles with a hometown buddy, you marched right over to beg for forgiveness. Kneeling down against the cushion, you say a silent prayer.Â
I donât want to think like thisânot when I know I can help it, but God this is getting way too out of hand. And you know Iâm not like this, you know that! But he justâAGH. Maybe itâs his personality that makes him so attractive, or maybe itâs his sudden growth spurt, but please let me get a hold of myself. Heâs just a friend, heâs just a friendâHEâS JUST A FRIEND.Â
âWould you mind keeping your words to yourself, sweetheart?â an older lady whispers, two rows ahead of you.Â
Pink feathers onto your cheeks. âOh, yes, of course! Iâm so sorryâŚâ
I donât ever ask for much, no, thatâs never been necessary, but I am now. So please. Hear me when I say: Push this desire I have, far, far, far away.
-
If you were to say, there was a ninety percent chance that you would walk away. Not even spare him a passing glance. He would call you out on it later, but whateverâtoo late. Ignored you, you say? No, really I did? I had no idea, Iâll make sure to not let it happen again!
If Oscar were to say, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he would let you walk away. He didnât need your company; he was doing just fine. But then again, that one percent tugs at him like the devil on his shoulder.
âHey. Youâre back.â Cool. Calm. Collected.
âOh! I suppose I am.â Cool. Utter. Mess.
He grins, eyes crinkling like the leaves that hang upon the crimson tree. Signaling up, he cocks his head in deep thought. âJust finished. Cole said his uncle could shredâŚâ A pause. âHe owns a massive wood chipper.âÂ
Blinking like a deer in headlights, you chew on your bottom lip, simply nodding along. âSounds good? I think. No. Yes. Very good.â You wince at all the uncontrolled mumbo-jumbo. âIâm sorry I was no help, too. I had toâŚtalk to the man up above.â
âEh, donât worry about it. That must be why your pretty little knees are bruised.âÂ
Your breath comes to a harsh halt, ears burning like a wildfire. The Australian just keeps his brown eyes set on the tree for a second longer before turning to face you. Quickly, you relax your muscles. âYou could make up for it by helping me with something else.â
You gulp. Suddenly, your mouth is overflowing with hot saliva. âWith what?â
Dark orbs glue onto your delicate figure, a slight smirk playing out. And it looks so unfamiliar, not his own, that you create a distance. And just like that, itâs gone. Vanished just as fast as it slipped onto his pink lips. âGet on.â He crouches down and your jaw drops.
âWhaâlike onto your shoulders?â Rolling his eyes in a goofy manner, he nods, picks you up safely, and places you on top. You screech, dizzy by the sudden altitude. âPut me down!â
âYouâre fine. Just help me reach those. Been craving them all day,â he murmurs, voice raspy. The twenty-three year old is still slightly sweaty from his hard labor, and thatâs clear when you cling onto his brown locks. Other than that, youâre as high as a kite; both figuratively and literally.Â
Youâve knownâseenâhow tall and broad the Australian was, but being perched onto his wide shoulders was a sweet confirmation you couldnât help but enjoy. âMove a bit forward.â He follows instructions, wide hands gripping onto your thighs to keep you steady. You giggle when a few fruits hit your face. âWatch itâand donât you dare drop me.â
âGet,â he commands.
About three minutes pass by. You rip the cherries carefully, candy aroma filling the air, and plop them onto the basket. By all accounts, youâre well aware of your actions. The basket was full, now overflowing, really, and you could plant your ballet flats back onto the tall grassâbut you donât.
Thereâs something about feeling his touch; high electricity, shock waves nipping at your skin, soft pants. Itâs pathetic how much you crave any ounce of physical touch heâs willing to give you, unknowingly.
âThat should be good,â you whisper, meekly. He doesnât respond, just swings you down as you let out a yelp. All of a sudden, youâre magically magnetic. And he wonders; if only. You hand the basket over, waiting nervously for him to thank you, at least.Â
âThank you,â he feels himself saying. âWhat do you say we play a little game? No prize. Only bragging rights.â
âO-okay.â
A singular cherry is handed over. He grins. Can you tie a knot using your tongue? âWaitâare you being serious?â
The red fruit dissolves inside his mouth, spitting the seed somewhere far enough away. Then, the stem flips into his mouth. âCome on. Iâll give you a head start.â
With wary hands, you rip the stem away from your own drupe, fitting the thin stick into your suddenly dry mouth. He stares intently, clenching his jaw, âGo on. Ten seconds.â Quickly, your lips start to move, twisting and turning. Pouting, then sucking back in. Your low breaths become heavy after a few tries. You think youâre getting it done right, the sudden ball forming is enough for you to guess that you must be doing something correct.Â
The sound of his low mewls is what ends you. Doe eyes flicker up to face him, paying close attention to how his brown eyes wander up at the sky in concentration, occasionally squinting due to the bright sun. You can feel a thin layer of sweat hug you like a blanket as your movements slow down; a snail's pace compared to before.
For good measure, you fake your twists as you continue to simply admire. Too far gone, you blink hastily when he sticks his pink tongue out towards you, a stinking knot sitting nicely atop.
âI won.â
Gulp. âYou sure did. Good job, Oscar.â
Long lashes flutter shut momentarily, head tossed back, sighing. âIt wasnât a fair fight. You werenât doing anything. Other than staring at my lips.â
Flustered, you dig your hand into the bucket. âThatâs not true! At all. At all, at all.â You munch harder, splitting a seed in half. You spit it out sourly. âYou're just better at using your mouth than I am.â
It goes straight to his cock, your words. Opening his eyes, the brunette scrunches his nose. Youâre avoiding his gaze. Youâre good at doing that. A pro. But it leaves him to wonder some more. And that itself was dangerous when it dawned on him.Â
He doesnât like daydreaming anymore.
âFuck it,â he grunts, kissing you harshly, like the night before. And you thought that blew your mind, but this? This left you gasping and reaching out for him even though he was pressed right against you. You could feel him buzzing, pinching your hips against his large hands. Itâs perfect.
You donât really understand how you end up straddling him on the grass, green straining your knees as you grind harder onto him, forcing your skin to burn with each stroke. Thisâthisâmust be as good as it gets. There canât be more, but you werenât complaining. It was enough.Â
When his fingers dance underneath your dress, you halt, and everything comes crashing down. âNo,â you pant. âI canât. Iâm sorry. I really am.â
âWhy is that, baby?â he mumbles, lost on sucking the side of your neck. Looking up, his straight brows drew in together with concern. âWhat is it?â
âItâs just thatâŚIâmââ Why is it so hard to admit? Brushing a strand of hair away, you purse your lips. âIâm a virgin, Oscar. Itâs odd, I know, but I canât sleep with you.â
âYou think I didnât know that?â
You freeze. âWhat?â
His thumbs circle your thighs, gently, swooning with how soft you feel. âI figured you were. Your purity ring sort of gave it away.â You blush hard, rolling off of him, playing with the thin band.Â
âI wish I could do thisâGod, I really want toâbut I canât.â
Respecting your decision, he pats your hand with reassurance. The hot feeling remained between your legs and the pain between his. This was torture, you both know that, but what was there to do? Itâs awkward for a while, that is, until he starts asking you about things that shouldnât make you glow with happiness.
How was your day? I want to hear all about it. Do you think itâs bad to eat an entire bucket of drupes? Must be, right? In the long run? Hey, would you mind teaching me how to garden? You make it look intriguing.Â
That seems to do it for you. Everything you ever promised flies out the window as you climb back onto his thick lap, and this time, heâs surprised by your actions. Clumsy fingers try their best to unzip his pants, but he only stutters against your kisses. N-no, we donât have to rush anything. I, you, weâ
âShit, o-okay,â he sighs when you finally touch him, even in the slightest. He may be touch deprived, but so were you, so how far would any of this go? Flipping you over to lay against the tall grass, he winks teasingly and that effectively makes your heartbeat quicken. âRelax, sweetheart. Do that for me, yeah? Can you?â
âYes. Yes. Yes.âÂ
The McLaren drivers press a kiss on the inside of your thighs before licking them. You shiver, though try your best to even your breaths. You shut your eyes, maybe if you act hard enough, you could somehow convince yourself that this wasnât a war itself. To see how long youâd last. Noâyou would last. You had to.
âIâve thought about it.â He slips your panties down, inch by inch. âA lot, as of lately. If you would taste just as sweet as I imagined. As sweet as those Cherry Colaâs you're overly obsessed with.â And he dives in, licking your arousal clean as you pant, chest heaving up and down like an erupting volcano.Â
What were you supposed to feelârelaxed? In a frenzy? Most likely the latter because considering the way he was making your head spin said it all. The sounds heâs making forces you to involuntarily shut your legs around his face and his hand that now lies between you two. The stretch is a burning sensation that leaves you both gasping and moaning; itâs too much, but not enough.
More. Grinning up from in between your legs, he shakes his head full of curls, all thanks to the Aussie weather, and your dirty foreplay. âDoes it feel good?â You whimper. âGoodâgood, baby. Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted.â Velvet walls clench around his long digits. âHey, hey, look at me.â
Once your soft orbs connect to his intoxicating ones, his cock grows harder. âOkay, listen, itâs going to hurt a little bit, okay? But thatâs completely normal; itâs like aâŚa stingy feeling. Do you understand?â I do, you pant. He grits his teeth when his calloused fingers brush against your g-spot and your head lolls back, exposing your sharp clavicle. He itches to mark you all over. âDo you want it, then?â
A zing. âFuck, Oscar. I fucking want you.â
The brown eyed boy is all over you, kissing you up and down, gripping you tighter. It was an addiction in its truest form. For a split second, you frown when he slips out of you, but as soon as he starts unzipping his pants, you feverishly lick your lips.Â
It dawns on you that you arenât scared, nervous, or anything; youâre bubbling with excitement. You watch carefully as he jerks himself off a bit, his already large girth growing bigger. How is that possible? âIâll start with the tip.â Leaning down, he pecks your pouty lips and you smile. âLet me know if itâs too much, weâll stop and take a break. Or do anything, really,â he adds, cheekbones flushing red.Â
âIâll be okay,â you whisper. âI swear.â
You were being skinned alive, it was excruciating pain. You know he notices it when he starts brushing your hips, hoping to comfort you in some sort of way. Heavy breaths, numb lips from biting too hard, exposed breasts arching straight for him. He didnât know whether to enjoy this or worry.Â
âBreathe, darling, breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. There you go,â he congratulates, admiring your shaky breath. âYouâre doing so good.â
âOsc, moveâŚplease.â
There was no more confirmation necessary that you were ready to go. His hips find motion, thrusting into you slowly. Nails scratch down his back as you moan loudly, almost yelping. âY-youâre so big.â So, so, so, so big. Â âSo good.â
Nearly animalistic, he releases a grunt, pounding deeper into you, getting lost with the way you hug him tightly. You mewl, pressing your naked chest against his, and he nearly slips from his hands being set on top of the cold grass, but it was beautiful torture, all at once.Â
From the way you tremble, to the way you look up at him, he loves it all. He realized it been too long, heâs missed this, heâs missed having a body undeaneath his, as fucked up as that sounds.Â
And heâhe must be a saint, himself. Thereâs a sort of invisible halo that lightens up around him, nearly blinding you. Thereâs a gut-wrenching stare heâs gifting you, making your stomach churn with pleasure.Â
Wrapping his mouth around your sore buds, you let out a shaky sigh. Skillful tongue swirls the way one would suck on a lollipop; the heat intensifies. âClose?â But youâre not sure, you just know it feels goodâridiculously good. He must have known so, and must want to make your first experience the best youâll ever have, because suddenly, youâre on all fours.Â
As he slips in and out with such ease, you grip harshly at the tall grass. You can hear the sad rips with every thrust and every tug, but how can you feel bad when he feels so good? His cock rapidly brushes the magic spot, and youâre left seeing stars. âOh God. I feel it, Oscar, fuck, fuck, fuckââ
âTell me. Describe it.â
Your jaw locks, and your arms give up, flying down towards the grass, round ass high up in the air as he continues his movements. He groans at the sight, slapping your sweaty skin. Whining, you look back at him, grinning from ear to ear. The Australian looks up at the open sky, trying his best to push back the feeling of his upcoming orgasm, but it's hard to ignore the fact that an absolute angel takes him like no other.
And an Angel you were.
âCan feel your cock, Oscar. The way it pulsesâso thick, so veiny, so sweet.â
An Angel with a vocabulary of Heathen.
âGod, fuck me harder, please, Oscar, please.â Heâs pretty sure youâre half-gone, half-present, but it only adds to the lust he carries for you. Just then, you feel the fresh cherry pressed up against your lips. Open, he demands and you follow straight away, ripping it from its stem. You nearly choke on the seed when he suddenly speeds up, limbs and arms burning from holding upright. For a moment, you stare back with an open mouth, admiring over the way his abs contract with every brutal push.
âNow spit.â Two seeds fly out towards the grass, laying there to taunt you as you pick up on your moans, ringing through the air. If you squint hard enough, you can spot the stars that mock the daylight sky. It doesnât make sense, but then again, none of this does. âSo pretty, sweetheart.â You swoon, feeling his arms hold you down. âAgainâopen.â
Youâre expecting another set of cherries, thinking this might be some sort of prize, but as soon as you feel the familiar stick, you pout. No, you cry out. He chuckles. âYes.â A pause. âYou only get to come until you tie a knot.â
âYouâre not being f-fair, holy shit.â Long fingers rub slowly against your puffy clit, throbbing with pain, begging to come all of his numbing girth. You clench your jaw, eyes screwed shut.
âWe donât have all night, go on. Move that pretty little mouth of yours.â
Itâs a mission, itâs a task, itâs a fucking wreck. Itâs impossible. Youâre not that surprised, though, not when he thrusts into with twice as much force, triple speed; what a man. Loose tongue swirls at a weak attempt, but then he pinches your swollen bud, and youâre back to square one. Youâre nearly there, excited to prove to him how much you wanted this and how you were able to multitask, but then heâs pulling all the way back, only his rosy tip awaiting by your entrance, and heâs coming back down, full-throttle.Â
It was cruel.
But two can play that game, you suppose.
You pull away quickly, he blinks, and then youâre pushing him back, sprawled on the grass. He nearly whines from missing your warm cunt, but as soon as you climb to sit on his face, he grows more and more turned on. âGo on,â you push. âUse that pretty little tongue of yours.â
Dark eyes stare up at you, enjoying the way your body moves, hips rolling, riding his face at an impressive rate. The white nectar you're willing to spill out makes him lap at an embarrassing speed, desperate to taste the sweetness.Â
Meanwhile, youâre gripping his hair, trying to feign indifference with the way his nose rubs against your lips, the way he keeps you in place with his watch covered hand, the other playing with your clit. Itâs even, this is fair, but you still needed to reach your end.Â
âIâm close,â you moan, head rolling back, but jaw continuing to tick. He hums and the vibrations cause you to squeeze your legs around his face. That seems to make him enjoy this far more. Unless you show me youâve done it, then no, youâre not coming anytime soon. Your molars grind harder, white spots forming throughout your vision. âShut up, just��fucking stop talking.â
âWhat do yâknow? Miss Perfection has a potty mouth.â He pokes his tongue against your hole. âDirty girl, eh?â
With one final suck, and one soft moan, you cum all over him. The Australian is quick to lick you clean, groaning pathetically deep. Gasping, you fall from your climax, slightly twitching with sensibility as he hauls you onto his lap. You giggle when he raises a teasing brow.Â
âYou got away with itâthis time.â
âThereâs going to be a second time?â
He stiffens, trying to play it cool. âWell, not anymore, you didnât do what I asked for you to doââ
Opening your mouth, you stick your red tongue out, displaying the most perfect knot. He gapes, sticking his fingers in to retrieve it. âH-how?â A beat, sharp and accusing eyes. âSeriously, how?â
âDoes it matter?â you ask, wide eyes back on for show. âI did it.â
âIâŚyeah, yeah you did,â he repeats in disbelief. He laughs. âYouâre wickedly talented. That's an art.â
âThanks,â you mumble, slowly, mixed with a giggle. âI tried my best for you.â
âI see that.â The brown eyed boy pinches your hip. âHow was it?â
Sighing dreamily, as if napping on a cloud, your eyes twinkle. âI get it now. Why people have casual sex, I mean. It was amazing. Thank you.â
Casual, casual, casual, yes. Of course this was casual, why wouldnât it be casual? Heâs not looking to have anyone new in his life, and youâre barely understanding what any of this is, so yeah. Casual.Â
âWas I bad?â you ponder, chewing on your bottom lip. âI know Iâm no professional, but Iââ
âYou were perfect,â he reassures with a soft smile. âBest thing to come around, solemnly swear.â Swatting his arm, he snickers, catching your hand. You purse your lips. âI was right,â he murmurs when his lips graze over your own. You open your mouth, waiting for more.
âAbout?â
âYou tasting as sweet as a Cherry Cola.â Then he connects your lips, and youâre left utterly smitten. You can hardly feel him slip your ring off, but you know so when your finger feels empty since the moment you first put it on. âGuess you wonât be needing this anymore?â
âGuess not, no. Keep it.â
âCould take it to a Pawn Shop, sell it for a couple dollarsâŚâ
âHey! Be nice, you dimwit,â you warn. âYou should feel special. Stupidly special.â
âIâm kidding. Iâll cherish it.â
âCreep.â
He groans, slapping your ass as you squeal. âThereâs no right or wrong answer, it seems like. Very well, let's just leave it at thanks. SoâŚthank you for trusting me.â You blush, looking away. Awkwardly, you reach for your dress, slipping it over your head. He coughs, dressing himself before choking back a much needed chuckle. âLooks like we got dragged through the mud.â
âAh, ew, I canât. I need to shower.âÂ
Reaching your end of the hallway, you press your back up against the wooden door as you sheepishly giggle when Oscar does the same. âOkay thenâŚsee you around?âÂ
âAround town?â
âAround the house.â
âIn the garden?â
âIn the attic, too, maybe. It still needs a good sweep.â
He rolls his eyes. âDo we still have time?â
âBefore your parents get back from Costa Rica?â
âYes.â
âWhich is inââ
âA week.â
âWhich isââ
âSeven days.â
âAnd roughlyâŚâ
âEnough time.â
âEnough time to do what?â
He laughs, eyes crinkling suggestively, and your heart pounds hard against your ribcage. âCome here and Iâll show you.â
âYeah,â you ponder in deep thought before your lips stretch out into a bright smile of your own. He raises dark brows as you scurry over with bruised knees, a muddy dress, and an exploding heart. âYeah, okay. Just until they get back.â
taglist: @blueflorals @starmanv @coolio2195 @lovrsm @weekendlusting@chanshintien @brune77e @myownwritings @timmychalametsstuff @milasexutoire@alesainz @c-losur3 @darleneslane @togazzo @urfavnoirette @namgification @lpab @d3kstar @anniee-mr @nebarious
#oscar piastri#oscar piastri smut#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri angst#oscar piastri blurb#oscar piastri one shot#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#formula 1#mclaren f1#mclaren#formula one x reader#formula one x you#formula one x y/n#formula one x oc#f1 x female reader#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 x y/n#f1 x oc#f1 smut#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 fic#formula one#op81 x reader#mclaren racing
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 11: It's Coming
Summary: Things have begun to shift in your developing relationship with your pack. Unfortunately, nature has the worst timing in the world.Â
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: Suggestive content, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, language, medical stuff, plenty of fluff.
A/N: I wrote like 90% of this chapter on my phone so please forgive any weird typos. I'm super excited for this one and this whole part really. Lots of good stuff coming up!!
MASTERLIST | <- Previous | Next ->
At first youâre not quite sure what pulled you from sleep. Youâre warm and more comfortable than you have been in a long time, despite the dull throbbing between your thighs. The pillow against your back shifts, a chill settling in as some of the warmth disappears.Â
You blink your eyes open, squinting against the harsh blue light of a phone screen. Price lets out a quiet groan, swiping at something before settling his phone back on the nightstand in front of you. His arms wrap back around your middle, his face pressing into the back of your neck as he settles against you again.Â
It was his phone vibrating that had woken you, pulling you from the gentle arms of sleep. Itâs still dark out, far too early to be up and getting phone calls, especially on a Sunday morning. You wonder how often John actually gets to sleep, between his job and everything he does when heâs not away. Youâre understanding the couch in his office more and more now.Â
âGo back to sleep.â He murmurs, a quiet rumbling vibrating against your back as he purrs.
You donât need to be told twice, snuggling down under the covers again, letting your eyes close.Â
You wake a while later alone. Itâs daylight finally, the sunlight coming through the window lighting the room. You press your face into the pillow, inhaling Priceâs scent. It still smells a bit like arousal and sex in the room, both of your scents heavy in the air. They blend together surprisingly well, Priceâs musky woody scent mixing with the sweetness of your own scent. It makes an intoxicating aroma of alpha and omega.Â
Price comes out of the bathroom, slipping back under the covers. You curl up against his side, laying your head on his chest as he wraps an arm around you.Â
âMorning.â He murmurs, voice heavy with sleep still.Â
You hum in response, resting your head over his heart.Â
âHow do you feel?â He asks, his fingers trailing your bare back.Â
âA bit sore.â You say, acknowledging the throbbing between your legs. âNot as bad as I thought I might.âÂ
Price huffs out a laugh. âIt shouldnât hurt, not if you know what youâre doing.âÂ
You hum again, the knowledge that heâs very experienced coming to the forefront of your mind. Even if it has been two years, you can imagine him when he was younger, the kind of experiences he must have had. Omegas and barrack bunnies and all sorts of women probably fawned over him.Â
âYouâre thinking too much.â He says quietly, eyes closed as he lays there with you.Â
Youâre starting to think he might be able to read your mind.Â
âCan I ask you something? Something...personal?â You ask, tilting your head up to look at him.Â
He cracks an eye open to stare down at you. âDonât think you can get much more personal than we already are.â His lips twitch up in a smile. ââCourse, you can ask me anything.âÂ
âWhen was the last time you helped an omega through a heat?â You ask, listening to the steady thump of his heart under your ear.Â
âYears ago. Well over a decade ago.â He says, voice still thick and raspy with sleep. He clears his throat, a hand settling on your waist. âBack when I was still a Sergeant. I had the idea back then of settling down, finding an omega and having my own pack. Had a few on and off relationships. Then I started getting sent off on more and more dangerous missions. I realized my skill set and my purpose, and gave up the idea of having an omega. I couldnât stand the thought of putting them through that, if something happened to me. Iâve seen what losing an alpha does to an omega firsthand too many times.âÂ
A frown tugs at your brows as you lay there against his chest. You know the risk of them dying is high. The CIA had spent ample time warning you of that risk, telling you about how dangerous their lives are and how every assignment, every deployment, could be their last. They could be gone for weeks at a time, months at a time, and they could go and not come back. They know that every time they leave for an assignment it could be their last, and now youâll be stuck behind knowing they might not be coming back.Â
Youâve heard about omegas that have lost their alphas, how damaging it can be. Itâs not something youâre taught at the institute. Thatâs not something youâre supposed to think about, something you shouldnât have to think about.Â
âWhatâs eating you?â Price asks softly, his finger stroking the pinched skin between your brows.Â
You shift against his side, leaning more on his chest as you look up at him. âWhat if you donât come back?âÂ
His smile is a bit grim as he stares up at you, his fingers trailing across your face. âI wonât lie and say thatâs not a risk. Thereâs always a chance.â His fingers trail down your arm to rest on your hand where itâs pressed flat against his chest. âWeâre here for a reason. We are the best at what we do.âÂ
He pauses as your hand moves, your gaze lowering from his as you trace one of the scars on his clavicle. You can only imagine what caused it. A knife? Shrapnel? Where was he and what was he doing when he got it? You might never be able to know all the details. So many secrets, so much you canât know.Â
John wraps his arms around you, easing you off his chest as he rolls you onto your back. You stare up at him as he hovers over you, his hand brushing stray hairs from your face. âDonât worry too much.â He says, his finger trailing the line of your nose. âWe always try our best to make it home. Now we just have an even greater reason to.âÂ
Your hand cups his cheek as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You hum against his mouth, pressing your body closer against his. You canât help but smile against his lips as his cock hardens against your thigh.Â
âAgain?â You murmur against his lips, making him chuckle.
âCanât blame me when thereâs a beautiful omega naked in my bed.âÂ
Your face burns as he leans back down to kiss you, his hips moving against your thigh. Warmth spreads through your whole body from his scent thickening in the air, his arousal prevalent as he twitches against your leg.Â
âJohn.â You moan softly, hands grasping at his back.Â
You both pause as a door shuts in the hallway, the reminder that the others are just a thin wall away coming back to you. The moment is over as your stomach growls, also reminding you that youâll need to eat eventually.Â
John chuckles quietly, leaning up to press a kiss against your forehead. âCome on, letâs get the day started and get some food into you.âÂ
You frown a bit as he pulls away, cock still hard and angry looking as he stands from the bed. âJohn?â You call out, scrambling off the bed after him. âYouâre just gonna...âÂ
âGive it a minute and Iâll be fine.â He says, moving to his closet. âWouldnât be the first time.âÂ
Your frown only deepens and you step closer to him, catching him as he turns around. You stare up at him through your lashes, wrapping your hand around his cock. He pauses, letting out a little groan as you squeeze him gently.Â
âLet me help you.â You say, dragging your hand along his length.Â
His eyes darken as he stares down at you, the pants in his hand dropping to the floor.Â
Your face is still a bit flushed as you make your way to the mess. Youâre hand in hand with John, dressed comfortably in one of his shirts and a pair of leggings. You canât help but feel a bit bashful, as if theyâre all going to know what you did, as if every soldier in the mess knows you and Price slept together last night.Â
Theyâve probably been thinking that since you arrived.Â
Price leads you through the line, making your tray for you. You nearly beam with pride at him taking care of you, your omega preening with happiness as he carries your tray and his to the table. You take the spot next to Gaz as usual, still practically beaming.Â
âHave a good night, love?â Gaz asks, smirking a bit at your pleased state.Â
âYeah.â You say, your face getting warm again at their stares.Â
âPractically glowing, kitten.â Johnny says, winking at you from across the table.Â
Your face flushes hotter and you quickly bury yourself in your porridge to avoid exploding at the breakfast table.Â
âSounded like ye had a great time.â Johnny continues.Â
Christ, they probably heard the whole thing. You halfway want to sink down beneath the table to hide from their knowing stares. You donât have anything to be embarrassed about, not really. Theyâre your pack, and eventually youâll be in the same position with them too.Â
âDidnae know ye had it in ye, kitten.â Johnny continues. âWe certainly enjoyed the show.â
You do start to sink down in your seat a bit, surprised steam isnât rising off your skin from how warm you feel. Gazâs hand on your leg stops you, his fingers squeezing your thigh gently.Â
âDonât pay too much attention to him, love.â Gaz gives you a reassuring smile. âHeâs just jealous he didnât get to go first.âÂ
âAm not.â Johnny whines, practically pouting.Â
You canât help but smile a bit at his antics. You know from how much he bragged about getting to be your first kiss that he probably was rather put out that John got to be your first. It would have been that way regardless, but you know you asking John before your heat changed things a bit. It would have always been John, though.Â
It would have always been your alpha first.Â
Gazâs hand doesn't move from your thigh, holding its place there as you all eat, Johnny still pouting a bit. You know theyâll want to pursue that sort of relationship with you after your heat, but now that Johnâs removed the barrier of the first time as well, you can only expect them to up the teasing tenfold. A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of Gaz sliding his hand slightly higher, fingers slipping between your legs.Â
Youâre certain there has to be steam coming off of you now.Â
Your thighs squeeze together, trapping Gaz's fingers between them as you continue to try and act normally. Gaz turns his head just slightly, side eyeing you as you continue to try and eat your breakfast as normally as possible. Gaz's grip on your thigh tightens, fingers digging into your skin. You fight the noise threatening to come up as he holds his hand there, continuing to eat his breakfast as if nothing is happening.Â
You hold Gaz's hand as he walks you back towards the barracks, leaning against his side. His grip around your fingers is tight, not even the rain dampening the heaviness of his scent. It's deeper than usual, the musk of arousal tinging the edges.Â
Your back meets your door as soon as you're back in the barracks, Gaz pinning you against the wood. Your own breathing is heavy as you stare up at him, his eyes dark as he meets your gaze.Â
âFuckinâ gorgeous, you know that?â He groans, leaning down to kiss you. It's far more passionate than you've ever kissed him before, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your waist. âMaking all those sweet noises last night.â He breathes against your lips. âHaven't seen Price that relaxed in a long time.âÂ
Your face warms at his words, your hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He presses harder against you, pinning you against the door as his tongue prods at your lips. He tastes like the tea he drank with breakfast, herby and earthy.Â
âHas us all worked up last night.â He groans against your lips. âHearing you, knowing our alpha was treating you nice.â
He presses his forehead against yours, staring down at you. You meet his gaze, shivering under the intensity in his deep brown eyes.Â
âJohnny bout cried he was so worked up.â Gaz's lips twitch in a smile. âSimon left for the gym bout halfway through, had to work out his tension.â
Your brows raise at the news about what Ghost had been up to last night. You figured he might join Johnny in his room, or perhaps head somewhere so he didn't have to hear you. Not that he would leave because he was being affected by you.Â
âJohnny was being such a whiny little bastard. Had no choice but to take pity on him.â Gaz nips at your jawline playfully. âI fear he's going to be unbearable until he gets his chance.âÂ
âWell, he'll just have to wait his turn.â You say.Â
Gaz laughs, kissing you again before he takes half a step back, leaning his arm on the door above you. âAny plans today?â
You shrug, still leaning against your door. âMight read, or nap. Maybe both.â You sink your teeth into your lip, reaching back to put your hand on the door handle. âYou wanna come in?âÂ
Gaz's grin widens into a smile, his eyes practically sparkling. âSure.â
You open the door, stepping into your room. It's a bit of a mess from you preparing for your date last night. You toss the clothes from your bed onto the floor haphazardly before pushing Gaz onto the mattress. He kicks off his shoes before making himself comfortable. You toe off your slippers, grabbing your book before joining him on the bed. He pulls you against his side, pulling his phone out of his pocket as you settle against his chest. A quiet content purr begins rumbling in his chest, easing the tension in your body as you relax against him.Â
You stay like that, reading while cuddling Gaz, for quite a while. Your door is wide open still, the others coming and going as they do on the weekends. Gaz keeps your back to his chest, arm wrapped around his middle as he scrolls on his phone while you read.Â
Slowly his head starts to droop until it's resting against the top of yours. You can feel the content sleepiness settling into your bones as well, the words on the pages starting to swim a bit. You mark your place, moving just enough to set your book on your nightstand before you curl up against him, letting his even breaths lull you to sleep.Â
You jolt awake suddenly as Gaz's arms tighten around you, keeping you from flying off the bed. You blink open your bleary eyes, squinting at Johnny's grinning face inches from yours. His body is draped over both yours and Gaz's, a solid weight against you both.Â
âC'mon ye lazies. Gotta eat lunch eventually.â He says, sounding far too chipper for a Sunday afternoon.Â
âFuck off mate.â Gaz says, shoving at Johnny's shoulder. âWas comfy.â
âYer hogging the omega!â Johnny says, poking Gaz's side. He pushes himself up, scooping you into his arms and lifting you. âSome of us would like tae spend time with âer too.âÂ
You yelp at being lifted suddenly, wrapping your arms around Johnny's neck to hold on for dear life.Â
âWell, maybe you just need to be a little bit faster.â Gaz says, standing from the bed.Â
âI'm plenty fast.â Johnny almost whines. âClose to beating your time on the course.â
Gaz smirks. âI'll believe it when I see it.âÂ
You look back and forth between them as Gaz steps closer to Johnny, caging you between them.Â
âAnd ye will see it.â Johnny says.
âCheeky.â Gaz murmurs, closing the distance between them.Â
You stare wide eyed as they kiss just inches in front of your face. It's all tongues and teeth, Soap's chest rumbling against your side as he purrs. A quiet whimper leaves your lips as you watch them, your body starting to get warm again.Â
They break apart, both turning to look at you. Gaz's lips turn up in a smirk, Johnny's eyes sparkling.Â
âLook at you, kitten.â Johnny smirks. âYe like watching us?âÂ
You make another quiet noise, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. Johnny slowly lowers you until you're standing between them, Gaz not moving an inch as they trap you in a beta sandwich. Their bodies are warm and solid as you stand there, back to Johnny's chest. You can feel the bulge in his jeans pushing against your ass, Gaz's body a solid weight against your front.Â
You can imagine it, naked between them, skin against skin with hands everywhere. A quiet purr begins in your chest, eyes dilating as you stare up at Gaz. He smirks down at you, leaning down towards you. He skirts to the side at the last minute though, kissing Johnny behind you.Â
You can't see them this time but lord can you hear it. Johnny is still purring, the sound vibrating against your back. Gaz let's out a quiet sound, his hand dropping to squeeze your waist.Â
Johnny pats your side before pulling away. âShould get ye some lunch.â
Your head is still spinning as Gaz hums his approval, stepping away as well. You stand there blinking for a moment at the sudden loss of contact, the sudden shift in energy.Â
âC'mon, get yer shoes on, sunshine.â Johnny says.Â
You move half in a daze still towards your bed, your body tingling a bit still from the many thoughts that had been racing through your mind.Â
Something in the back of your mind begins to itch as you stare down at your bed. Your brows pinch in a frown as you stare down at the mess of blankets and pillows.Â
It's not right.Â
Your fingertips twitch as you stare at the mess in your nest, your mind taking over as you begin to rearrange the blankets and pillows. You forget you're not alone in the room as you fuss with the blankets until the itching begins to lessen a bit. You fiddle with the pillows, moving them around over and over again until you're happy with how they're organized, the quiet humming in the back of your mind fading away to nothing.Â
You sink down on the edge of the bed, letting out a long breath. You feel tired and almost winded after your effort to make sure your nest is just right.Â
Nest.Â
You're nesting.Â
You blink up at Johnny and Gaz, suddenly aware of their presence in your space again. Johnny is staring at you wide eyed, mouth slightly parted in wonder. Gaz has a sparkle in his eye as he grins at you.Â
You've just built a nest.Â
âFeel better, love?â Gaz asks, still almost beaming from witnessing you make your nest.Â
You nod, a sudden weight lifting from your shoulders. You've nested. You're nesting. Everything is going to be okay.Â
âC'mon.â Johnny says, slipping your slippers back onto your feet. âLet's get lunch in ye.â
You let him help you up, holding both their hands as you make your way from the barracks, a small, relieved smile on your face.
You wake up nauseous.Â
Thereâs a clawing feeling in your stomach and youâre not sure why.Â
Itâs early, too early to be up. The sky outside is still dark, and the barracks are quiet. You get up, heading for the bathroom, the gnawing feeling still plaguing your stomach. Cold water on your face doesn't help the light-headedness or the dizziness youâre beginning to feel.Â
You canât possibly be sick. You havenât been around anyone thatâs sick. You know heat sickness isnât a threat right now. Thereâs no warnings out about possible exposures. It couldnât be food poisoning. You eat the same things they do.Â
The gnawing intensifies, your stomach rumbling a bit.Â
Realization dawns on you suddenly.Â
Youâre hungry.Â
Youâre very hungry.Â
You check the time on your phone. Three a.m. Still too early for any of the boys to be up, and still a couple hours from when the mess would start serving breakfast. You head for the rec room, hoping thereâs at least something in there to tide you over until breakfast.Â
You dig through the cabinets, plenty of tea and a couple packets of instant coffee you know belong to Johnny. You dig out a couple protein bars, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before taking a seat on the couch.Â
The protein bars arenât great. They donât taste good, but youâre so hungry you donât care. You down them quickly and the entire bottle of water. For a moment you feel relief, the gnawing in your stomach easing. You head back to bed, slipping back into your room quietly.Â
You toss and turn, unable to go back to sleep as the gnawing begins in your stomach once more. You let out a quiet sound, muffled by your pillow as you lay there, knowing you still have a long time until theyâll come and get you for breakfast.Â
The thought makes you almost want to cry.Â
Youâre waiting as soon as they knock, narrowly avoiding Johnnyâs hand as you open the door mid-knock. The bright look in his eyes fades as he stares at you. You know you look miserable, maybe a little sick, even. You feel worse, your stomach twisting and gnawing. Those protein bars four hours ago hadnât been nearly enough.Â
âYe alright, kitten?â He asks, a frown marring his face.Â
âHungry.â You all but whine, slipping out the door, closing it behind you.Â
âYe hungry, kitten? Ye could have said somethinâ sooner. Coulda brought ye somethinâ.â Johnny says, following you down the hall.Â
Youâre determined to get real food and youâre not about to let anything get in your way. You feel ravenous, despite the fact youâd had a good dinner the night before.Â
Maybe it hadnât been enough.Â
You make your own tray this time, loading on more than you usually do. You take your normal spot between Price and Gaz, all four of them eyeing your tray as you happily dig in.Â
âHungry, love?â Price asks, watching you spoon huge mouthfuls of porridge into your mouth.Â
You nod, chewing quickly before spooning more in. It tastes delicious, something you never thought you would say about British food.Â
They all watch in awe as you clear your tray, eating every last crumb, having to refrain from licking it clean. Finally, for the first time since you went to bed last night, you feel full and satisfied.Â
âDamn. Putting us to shame.â Gaz says, staring at your empty, nearly clean tray.Â
You grow bashful under their stares, realizing you not only out ate them, you also finished first. âI was hungry.â You say, fiddling with your fork.Â
âNo kidding.â Ghost huffs out, all of them finishing up their trays.Â
Youâre in a far better mood leaving the mess than you were entering it, the sweet relief of being full after hours of gnawing hunger making you feel almost giddy. Ghost walks you back to the barracks, walking slow enough you can easily keep up with him. So slow, your arm brushes his as you walk next to him.Â
âSorry.â You say, moving a step away from him. Youâre so used to standing directly next to the others, youâve forgotten Ghost prefers his personal space.Â
He stares down at you for a moment but doesnât say anything, holding the door to the barracks open for you. He stands just inside the door, watching you make your way down the hallway to your room. He waits for the click of the lock before he turns, leaving you alone in the barracks again.Â
You settle into your usual routine of laying in your nest and reading, the giddiness starting to wear off as the time passes. You make it until ten a.m. when the gnawing hunger begins to return. You let out an annoyed whine, dropping your book to the floor as you roll onto your stomach.Â
You want to cry and scream at the same time, watching the clock tick by on your phone. Youâre tired of being so hungry, and whatâs worse, you donât even know why. Youâre just ravenous and you canât think of a reason.Â
Lunch canât come soon enough, and you find yourself struggling through the afternoon just as much. Itâs almost like your body is on a timer and every two hours youâre suddenly starving, as if you havenât eaten all day. You eat just as much as you did at breakfast, scarfing down food like youâre a starving animal.Â
You certainly feel like one.Â
You head to the rec room after dinner, Ghost and Johnny joining you. Johnny takes the seat next to you on the couch, draping his arm behind you as Ghost takes his usual spot in the chair.Â
You curl up against Johnnyâs side, watching whatever he decides to put on TV half-heartedly. Youâre waiting for the inevitable, the gnawing hunger to creep up on you again.Â
It does, roughly two hours into your time in the rec room.Â
You shift against Johnny, pressing against his side more as you try to ignore the hunger burning through you. His arm wraps around your shoulders, holding you against him. You breathe in his scent, letting the citrusy scent of him wash over you.Â
It only serves to make you more hungry.Â
You let out a quiet whine, trying to get closer to him. Tears prick at your eyes as you know thereâs no relief coming. Thereâs no more meals until tomorrow. Youâll have to go all night before you can eat again, before you can relieve the hunger. Youâre not sure youâll make it that long. You might perish in the middle of the night, or become violently ill. Perhaps both.Â
You let out another quiet whine, standing from the couch. You canât take it anymore, both Johnny and Ghost watching you as you head for the cabinets, kneeling on the floor and rummaging through everything, desperate to find another protein bar or anything.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Ghost asks, staring at you as youâre halfway in the cabinet, checking every last corner.Â
âHungry!â You snap, half considering eating one of the tea bags just for something.Â
Youâve just closed the cabinet door in irritation when an arm wraps around your waist, lifting you from the floor. You let out a yelp, Ghost carrying you easily back to the couch.Â
âStay.â He says after dropping you back next to Johnny. âIâll be back.âÂ
Johnny wraps his arms around you as you pout, nearly in tears from how frustrated you are. Youâre just so hungry.Â
âEasy, kitten.â Johnny says, pulling you back against his chest.Â
You nuzzle into him, curling up into a ball against his side. He starts purring quietly, trying to soothe you while you wait for Ghost to return. You canât pay attention to the TV, Johnny trying to change the channel every time a food related commercial comes on.Â
Youâre nearly shaking when Ghost returns, arms full of snacks. Your eyes widen as he dumps them on the coffee table, pushing yourself up from Johnnyâs chest.Â
âWhere did you get these?â You ask, dropping to your knees on the floor in front of the coffee table.Â
âVending machine in the mess.â Ghost answers, sitting back down in his chair.Â
You stare at him teary eyed, sniffling a little. âThank you.âÂ
He grunts in response, turning his gaze back to the TV as you reach for a bag of chips.
You can barely even taste it as you kneel there on the floor, basking in the first taste of sweet relief from a bag of salt and vinegar chips. You grab them by the handful, burning through the small, snack sized bag quickly.Â
Youâve barely finished chewing when youâre reaching for a candybar, a sudden realization striking you as your brain begins to regain the ability to think now that it knows relief is coming. You stare at the purple Cadbury on the front of the packaging, your fingers trembling as you hold the candybar.Â
You take a deep breath, quickly opening the wrapper before taking a bit, sitting back on your heels as you chew. âWell, shit.âÂ
âI know, I hate the exam rooms too.â Dr. Keller says, flipping through her clipboard. âToo clinical and sterile looking.â She lifts your hand, removing the pulse monitor from your finger. âA little higher than normal.â She says, writing something down on the clipboard.Â
She takes your blood pressure and temperature, writing both down on the clipboard.Â
âTemperature is still normal.â She says. âHow have you been feeling?âÂ
âHungry.â You say, picking at the thin fabric of the hospital gown youâve been forced into. âRavenously hungry and clingy.â You continue. âA bit more emotional than normal too.âÂ
Dr. Keller nods, writing all of it down. âNormal things for your pre-heat, according to your file. Anything out of the ordinary? Aches and pains? Any nausea or vomiting, not related to hunger?âÂ
You shake your head. âNo. Kinda sleepy all the time too, but the hunger makes it hard to sleep.âÂ
Dr. Keller nods. âThatâs normal. Your body is preparing for a few days of very little caloric intake and little rest. Iâd say youâre exhibiting all the signs of pre-heat. Youâre right on time, as expected.â She gives you a little smile. âJudging by your vitals you still have a few days before the full heat symptoms begin. Any questions?âÂ
âWhat do institutes do for heats?â John asks where heâs sitting to the side of the exam table.Â
âIt depends on the institute.â Dr. Keller says, looking at you.Â
âFIOT rotated between sedation and isolation.â You say, not really wanting to think back on the heats you had gone through at the institute. âSedation for the full heat, or shutting us in private rooms for a week to ride out the symptoms alone to avoid triggering heats in the other omegas.âÂ
âNeither are great, but in that sort of environment thereâs not a lot that can be done. Sedation is the better of the two, though it can still be disorienting. Isolation is painful and risky, especially if proper care isnât given.â Dr. Keller says.Â
âIs sedation an option for the future?â Price asks.Â
You turn to look at him, before looking back at Dr. Keller.Â
âItâs something we can explore. I know it canât be expected of you to be here for every heat. We can start exploring some alternatives after this heat is over and I have a better idea of what theyâre going to look like.â Dr. Keller gives you a soft smile. âNow, Iâd like to do a little exam just to give me a baseline for after your heat when I check for any abnormalities or injuries.âÂ
She directs you to lay down on the exam table and put your feet in the stirrups. You suddenly feel nervous, her words doing little to calm you. John appears in your peripheral, slipping his hand into yours.Â
âIs that a risk?â You ask as Dr. Keller pulls a clean pair of gloves on.Â
âOnly a small one.â She says, standing at the end of the table. âI know youâve probably heard all the horror stories, but those are only really concerns with inexperienced alphas who have never helped an omega through a heat before, especially those who had limited exposure to omegas in general.â She smiles at you. âYouâre in good hands, my dear.âÂ
She does her exam, letting you sit up once sheâs finished. John helps you up, still holding your hand. Dr. Kellerâs words do ease your concerns just a bit, but you canât help the images flashing through your mind, the horror stories of mutilations and even deaths. You trust Price to take care of you, but at the same time, you wonât know until itâs over.Â
âEverything looks good.â She says. âThe best thing you can do right now is try to satiate the pre-heat symptoms and take this time to make sure everything is ready and in place for when the full heat begins. Donât worry too much.â She looks pointedly at you. âIâll be on call and ready should something happen.â Her gaze turns to John. âYour beta knows what to look out for, right?âÂ
John nods. âKyle has been doing a lot of research. He knows what to do.âÂ
âGood.â Dr. Keller says, looking back at you. âWhy donât you get dressed, then we can go back to my office where itâs more comfortable and talk some more.âÂ
Dr. Keller leaves you alone in the room, Price helping you change back into your normal clothes, leaving the room with you. You turn to look up at him, Dr. Keller waiting for you near her office door.Â
âIâll see you later, yeah?â Price says, leaning down towards you.Â
âYeah.â You say, standing up on your toes to kiss him.Â
You try to ignore the look on Dr. Kellerâs face as you walk past her and into her office, your face warming a bit in response. You take your normal seat, trying to get comfortable despite your bashfulness.Â
âYou and Captain Price seem a lot closer.â Dr. Keller says as she sits across from you on the couch.Â
You nod. âYeah. We, uh, we have gotten closer.â You chew on your lip. âWe slept together...on Saturday night. Had a date, he cooked dinner. Then we...did it.âÂ
Dr. Kellerâs brows raise at your words, her face surprised. âOh? Is that so? Is that something you wanted?âÂ
You nod. âI asked him if heâd do it. I wanted my first time to be when I could remember it...before I would feel like it was something that had to be done.âÂ
Dr. Keller hums, writing something down. âDid you have fun?âÂ
Your face warms at her words, and you halfway wish the chair would swallow you whole. You nod, hiding your fingers beneath your sleeves again. âYeah. I uh, started nesting too.âÂ
Dr. Kellerâs face breaks out into a huge smile. âThatâs great! Thatâs fantastic news! Perfect timing too.âÂ
You nod. âYeah. Started on Sunday. Been feeling it since.âÂ
âGood. That gives us one less thing to worry about.â She sets her notebook aside, crossing her legs as she stares at you. âHow do you feel about your heat coming so soon?âÂ
âNervous.â You answer honestly.Â
âIt can be a bit daunting, Iâd imagine, your first heat with an alpha. Captain Price knows what heâs doing, though. He and Sergeant Garrick will take good care of you.âÂ
âI know.â You say, fiddling with your sleeves. âItâs still scary. A lot of things can happen and...what if one of them does?âÂ
âItâs not very likely.â Dr. Keller reassures you. âCaptain Price knows what heâs doing. Heâs experienced with omegas and heats and the likelihood of him losing control is small, even after so long without any contact with an omega. It sounds like Sergeant Garrick has educated himself on things to look for, and what to do to help. Iâll be ready and on call the entire time as well. Iâll make regular check-ins with Sergeant Garrick too, to make sure everything is going smoothly. Youâre not alone in this. Weâll all make sure youâre well taken care of. I know itâs a lot to ask you to trust people that are still somewhat strangers, but we all have your best interests in mind here.âÂ
âI know.â You say quietly. âItâs hard, not knowing much of anything. They tell you everything you should expect at the institute over and over again, then you get in it and everything is different. Nothing is like it should be. Nothing like they said. I donât know what Iâm doing.âÂ
âI know. You were prepared for one life and got an entirely different one. Lucky for you, though, youâre surrounded by very understanding people who are more than happy to help you. I know this is so far from ideal for you, but I think youâre doing a fantastic job with what you were handed.âÂ
You stare at your hands, thinking over her words. Johnâs called you a good omega before. Heâs called you that a few times. He thinks youâre doing a good job, despite the fact you feel like none of your skills are useful here. Despite the fact you feel like you havenât been trying.Â
You think over everything theyâve done for you, how hard theyâve tried to help make you as comfortable as possible. Sheâs right. Theyâre all so understanding and you know they like you. You can see it in their reactions to you, you can smell it on them. You know Gaz wonât let anything happen to you, even if something goes wrong.Â
They have yet to prove themselves untrustworthy, for the most part.Â
Maybe you really donât have anything to worry about.Â
âCome on.â Ghost says, standing in your doorway. You almost don't recognize him in a beanie and surgical mask instead of his usual balaclava. âGet shoes on, and letâs go.âÂ
âGo where?â You ask, sitting up on your bed.Â
âShopping.â He says, before turning on his heel.Â
You frown, but do as he says, slipping on comfortable shoes and grabbing your phone. You head down the hall towards the door, a familiar car parked outside. Price and Ghost are waiting next to the car, both dressed in civilian clothes. You approach them hesitantly, suddenly feeling intimidated in the presence of the two alphas. You know you have nothing to worry about, but this is the first time you'll be alone with both of them.Â
Ghost steps up to you, a bottle in his hand. You barely have time to hold your breath before he sprays you down with scent blocker, the harsh chemicals burning your nose as they settle on your skin and cut off your scent. It's necessary, even with two alphas around you.Â
âReady?â John asks, letting his eyes scan over your form for a second. He could probably pick up on your tension and uneasy energy from a mile away.Â
âCan...Can I ask why?â You ask as John opens the back door for you.Â
âWell, we can't have you starving to death on us, can we?â John smiles. âAnd we need to get a few things for your heat.â
âOh.â You say, blinking up at him.Â
âHop in. Hopefully we can get the shopping done before dinner.â John says.Â
Before you get hungry again.Â
You climb in the backseat, John closing the door before getting in the driver's side. Ghost is already in the passenger seat, buckled in and ready.Â
You sit and watch the landscape pass by, the car quiet except for the radio. The contrast between the two betas and the two alphas is almost as distinct as night and day. Johnny and Gaz had talked almost nonstop the entire drive to and back from town. Ghost and Price seem content in their silence, Ghost watching the landscape pass just like you.Â
It speaks volumes of their trust and ease with each other.Â
The farmlands turn to city and you find yourself back at Asda again. You hold John's hand as you walk, Ghost taking your other side, sandwiching you between them. People stare as you pass, their eyes on Ghost, but he doesn't even seem to notice.Â
You stick close to John as you walk through the store, picking up items you'll need for your heat, as well as some other things. Ghost follows like a shadow, people giving you a wide berth when they spot him. You're almost grateful for it. You swear some of them can tell you're about to start your heat, their eyes burning into you as they pass.Â
You can feel the beginnings of hunger starting to creep in as you walk down the bed liner aisle. You know if you weren't starting to get hungry, you would have been close to combusting from the knowledge of why this aisle was necessary.Â
You let out a sigh, leaning your head against John's arm as he crosses the bed liner off the list.Â
âWhat?â He asks, amusement in his voice.Â
âYou know what I miss?â You say, wrapping your arms around one of his. âGood authentic Mexican food.âÂ
The corner of John's lips lift in a smile. âYeah? You getting hungry again?âÂ
You nod, a subtle whine to your tone. âYeah.â
John turns to look at Ghost, the two alphas having a seconds long silent conversation before Ghost heads off, disappearing from the aisle.Â
âWhere's he going?â You ask.Â
âGetting a head start on the other supplies for your heat.â John says. âJust a couple more things, then your snacks and we'll be done and we'll get some dinner.âÂ
You stop as you turn the corner around the end of the aisle, your eyes spotting a giant teddy bear. It looks soft and squishy, your pre-heat addled brain already picturing the perfect spot for it in your nest.Â
âYou want it?â John asks, looking between you and the bear.Â
You snap back into reality for a moment, glancing up at the price. You nearly die on the spot, shaking your head. âI-I don't...â
John turns you to face him, speaking firmly. âDo you want it?â
You stare up into his eyes, nodding slowly.Â
His gaze softens just a bit, a smile tugging at his lips. âThen grab it.âÂ
You're moving before you can even have a second thought, wrapping your arms around it and lifting it off the shelf. It's just as soft as you thought it would be, nearly as big as you are too. You can imagine cuddling it in your nest, napping contently, surrounded in soft plushness.Â
âC'mon pup.â John says, patting your back gently. You're purring, you realize suddenly, the sound leaving you entirely unconsciously. âLet's get you some snacks then we'll get dinner.â
You carry the bear, following John to the grocery section of the store. He takes you to the snack aisle and you pass the bear off to him, grabbing anything and everything that looks good, loading up the cart. You grab a few things from the American section as well, snacks you didn't think you'd miss, but right now they sound like manna straight from heaven.Â
âSimon's done with his part.â John says, glancing at his phone. âWe'll meet back at the car.âÂ
You take the bear back once you're done filling the cart with snacks, heading towards the checkout. You're hesitant to let the bear go long enough to be scanned before you're holding it again, purring quietly and contently.Â
John keeps his arm around you as you walk through the parking lot towards the car. There's already bags in the trunk from Ghost, the alpha already in the passenger seat. They must have both been carrying keys to the car. Safety precautions. Things most people wouldn't even think about.Â
âThank you.â You say as John fills the trunk with the rest of the bags. âYou didn't have to do this.â
âYes we did.â John says, looking down at you. âNot going let you starve like that if we can help it.â
âIt's still strange to me, getting taken care of.â You say, squeezing the bear. âStill makes me feel a bit like a sugar baby.â
John chuckles. âDon't worry, I won't make you call me daddy.â He leans in close to your ear. âUnless you want to.âÂ
Your face burns hot, your entire body igniting with heat at his words. He gives you a gentle pat on the ass, directing you to the door of the car before taking the cart back to the store.Â
Your face is still burning as you attempt to climb into the car with your bear, giving up and stuffing it in first.Â
âWhat the hell is that?â Ghosts asks, turning to look at you.
âMy new bear.â You respond, arranging the bear so its sitting in the seat beside you.Â
âChrist.â He breathes, and you can practically hear the eye roll as you buckle the bear in.Â
You buckle yourself in as John climbs in the driver's seat.
âAll set?â He asks, turning to look at you.Â
You nod, smiling happily despite the hunger eating away at you.Â
âLet's get some dinner, then we'll head back to base.â John says, turning on the car. âCan't have our omega starving on us, can we?âÂ
Ghost snorts. âBest feed her before she decides we look appetizing.âÂ
You wrinkle your nose. âYou'd be too gamey, Ghost.â You say, eyeing him before turning your gaze to the seat in front of you. âJohn, though...â You lick your lips. âI already know you taste good.â
John lets out a deep chuckle that rumbles with the edge of a pleased growl. âEasy, kitten.â
Ghost lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face. âSpare me. Now there's two of âem.âÂ
John chuckles again, squeezing Ghost's shoulder. âLittle did you know, Simon.âÂ
Ghost turns to look at John. âIs it too late to get a refund?âÂ
You stifle a giggle as John smiles. âYou'll have to ask Laswell.â Â
Ghost sighs, turning to look out the window. âNo hope for it, then.âÂ
âHey, at least I'm cute!â You grin. âDon't tell Johnny I said that.âÂ
You practically beam with pride as you see Ghost's shoulders shake with his laughter. Maybe you can get through to him more than you think you can.Â
Maybe, just maybe, you can get him to like you.Â
The knock comes at your door unexpectedly. It's late, and you had just begun to feel the pangs of hunger once more. You hate it, but you know it's necessary considering you'll have to go roughly a week getting in nothing but what nutrient bars can offer while exerting insane amounts of energy. Your body needs to store the calories now so that you don't die during your heat.Â
You're surprised to see Ghost on the other side of the door, back in his balaclava. His shoulders are squared, but you can't scent any anger or hostility on him.Â
He almost seems...nervous.Â
âHungry?â He asks, staring down at you.Â
âAlways.â You answer almost instinctively, staring up into his deep brown eyes.Â
He motions for you to follow with his head. âC'mon.âÂ
You frown a little, but you step out of your room, closing the door behind you. You follow him towards the rec room, staring at his broad back. His shoulders are still squared, hands in his pockets.Â
The rec room is set up again not unlike it was for your date with John. The card table is out and there's foil covered dishes on it, along with a couple plates. Your brows raise in surprise as you take it all in.Â
âI made you something.â Ghost says, moving over to the table, removing the foil from one of the dishes.Â
You move closer, blinking in surprise. âYou made...enchiladas?âÂ
He nods. âAs close as I could get with what I could find on short notice. There's rice and beans, too. And salsa.âÂ
Tears blur your vision as you stare down at the food on the table. It smells delicious and that's not just your ravenous pre-heat hunger talking. âYou...did this for me?â
âWell, I had help,â He says, looking past you.Â
You turn, Soap and Gaz standing at the windows that frame the door to the rec room. They smile and wave at you as you turn to look at them. A quiet laugh leaves your mouth as you smile at them.Â
âHelp yourself.â Ghost says as you turn back to the table. âThere's plenty.â
You serve yourself a plate, nearly melting off the chair as you take the first bite. It takes you all the way back home, the good years when your father was stationed in Texas.Â
âTaste okay?â Ghost asks, watching you. âI know it's not authentic, but I did a lot of research.â
âIt's amazing, Ghost. Really.â You say. âTastes just like the ones my mom would make.â You wipe at the tears in your eyes. âThank you for doing this.â
He shrugs, looking almost bashful. âIt's the least I could do. I know how big of a deal heats are to omegas and how nervous you've been. Thought you could use a little comfort.âÂ
You smile softly. âThat means a lot.â You can't help but giggle softly. âI knew you liked me deep down.â
He gives you a look, making you giggle even more. âDon't push it.âÂ
NEXT ->
Taglist:
@bobaprint @ashy-kit, @anunintentionalwriter @mockerycrow @hayleybarnesx @protokosmonaut @fruitymoonbeams-blog @blue-blue0 @hindi-si-ikay @thatonepupkai @redwites @kattiieee @141trash@lothiriel9 @dillybuggg @beebeechaos @konigsmissedbeltloop @kaoyamamegami, @idkkkkkkk8363 @wallwriterstuff @smile-child-13 @anomiatartle, @dangerkittenclaws @bless-my-demons, @mystic60 @evolutionarry @red-hydra @lunaetiicsaystuff, @linaangel @codsunshine @thriving-n-jiving @slayerx147 @ferns-fics @spicyspicyliving @cityoffallencrows @ttsbaby01 @heeheehoohoohahahihi @sleepyoriana @ihatethinkingofnames10, @cassiecasluciluce @darling006@sheep-from-rad @ohgodthebogisback @willow-sages@scythemood @daniblogs164, @mirzamsaiph
#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#tf 141 x reader#task force 141 x reader#141 x reader#john price x reader#captain john price x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz x reader#soap x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#x reader#alpha/beta/omega dynamics#a/b/o#omegaverse
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
hrhrrrhhg. wwuz lookin 4 kissing gifs here on tumblr to put on one of eebs posts & one of them was a. s*riel animation ive seen before and i closed my eyes and scrolled past But even just that one look at it made me be like. ok Time 2 b on the verge of tears for a good 30 minutes now đ like ok. fucking loser.
#cherry chats#ITS SO EMBARRASSING#youd think the most embarrassing thing abt being in love w sans would be being in love w sans (orâ likeâ the sex thing)#but no its actually being the stupidest lamest little crybaby about the whole thing#ofc i have every single possible tag or mention of any ships w him esp s*riel blocked#but thats the awful thing. even the fucjing. knowledge that its there makes me sad#like i cant handle any mentions of it whenever is see the âthis post contains filtered tagsâ thing i feel sad#i cant even handle the slightest IMPLICATIONS of anything or even jokes#n the worst is when ppl dont know that. n so they send me stuff or make jokes implying literally any of that stuff.#and i have 2 genuinely ask them to not even joke about it like the worlds weirdest lamest loser ever#its so humiliating. and bein sad abt it makes me feel even stupider. auugrghrg#so anyways. just in case anyone forgot i suck total ass and am lame and embarrassing or something#whimpers and whines im a normal amount of dependent on my f/os đ
2 notes
¡
View notes
Text
the ''ick's'' seventeen would give
seungcheol: would act tough in front of his friends, and with you would be talking like; pweaseee/otay/i wuv u so much 𼺠likeâshutthefuckup
jeonghan: stole your lip gloss. yep, dead serious. you look over, and heâs pulling out your cherry gloss, pouting at himself in his phone camera to check it. then he has the audacity to judge you if itâs not his color. like, âbabe, donât you think this is a bit bright?â
joshua: man has this cringe little habit of saying âno capâ at the worst times, and heâs always wrong. burnt his toast? âno cap, that was the toasterâs fault.â got pulled over? âno cap, that copâs jealous of my car.â youâre in a horror movie, and this dude would whisper, âno cap, i think we should split up.â
junhui: starts telling a hilarious story about his day but accidentally mixes it up with a story he already told you last week. heâs all âwait, have i told you this before?â
hoshi: eats with so much sound. slurping, groaning, making it a whole event. like, eating ramen? nah, heâs performing ramen, making eye contact, giving each bite a sound effect. and itâs so bad youâre rethinking why you even suggested dinner. you can hear every noodle hitting his mouth. done.
woozi: texts you âwydâ every fifteen minutes. like youâre just supposed to be sitting around waiting for his updates on what youâre doing, right? heâs the kind of guy whoâll FaceTime you just to check if youâre having too much fun without him. and the way he says âwyd?â â every. time.
wonwoo: heâs got a pet name for his gaming console. this boy will sit there, caressing his controller and calling it âbabyâ while yelling at his avatar. itâs all fun and games until he actually ignores you mid-sentence to mutter sweet nothings to his PS5.
minghao: changes his accent mid-sentence to be "fancy." like, youâre talking normal, but suddenly heâs doing his best British impression for no damn reason. âoh, quite right, love, terribly splendid.â and itâs out of nowhere, totally unprompted, with a smirk like he just did something magical. youâre cringing so hard youâre practically folding into yourself.
mingyu: heâll be all smooth one minute, but then he gets real comfortable and lets out the loudest, most unholy fart youâve ever heard, like it was a fart held since WW2.
seokmin: pulls out a super old toy heâs kept since childhood and starts playing with it, getting all emotional about âthe good olâ days.â like, bro, youâre a grown-ass man, and youâre here with a plastic dinosaur, talking about how it âused to roar.â
seungkwan: catches a whiff of something weird in the room and just straight-up sniffs his armpits. he does it casually, like itâs no big deal, then he looks at you dead seriously.
vernon: goes way too hard on his âcool guyâ vibes. constantly pulling his hat down low, trying to act all mysterious, but heâs accidentally walked into the wrong bathroom twice just trying to âlook chillâ or, walking in the room with his backpack wide open (we have proofs). he does this squinting thing like heâs in a music video, but itâs just⌠nope.
chan: calls himself âalpha.â no, seriously, heâll be like, âas the alpha, i need to handle this.â and heâs referring to something like taking out the trash. leaving you jaw dropped, wondering why heâs talking like a lost wolf.
#seventeen reactions#seventeen imagines#seventeen headcanons#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#svt imagines#seungcheol x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#hoshi x reader#dino x reder#minghao x reader#wonwoo x reader#woozi x reader#jun x reader#mingyu x reader#seokmin x reader#seungkwan x reader#vernon x reader#chan x reader
934 notes
¡
View notes