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admiralbuttcheek · 3 years

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A Pox on Our Pilot (Sicktember 2021)

@sicktember 2021 Day 3: Chickenpox/Rash

Fandom: Top Gun (1986)

Characters: Maverick/Goose

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33667063

The first call came from Carole.

“Hey, honey, how are you?” Goose’s smile was audible.

Carole didn’t sound as happy. “I’m doing well, but it’s Bradley.” Goose’s smile faded. “You see-”

“What is it?” he asked, cutting off the rest of her sentence. She huffed a heavy sigh before continuing.

“He’s got chickenpox.”

Well… shit. Now it was Goose’s turn to sigh heavily, then turn away from the phone for dramatic effect. “How is he?”

“Oh, he’s right as rain. Itchy and all, but happy to be staying home from school watching cartoons all day.” The pilot chuckled. He’d had chickenpox as a kid too, and that’s exactly what he remembered: staying home, eating ice cream and reading comics. Not a bad couple of days.

“And you? You don’t have it, do you?” Goose couldn’t bear the thought of his wife and son, itchy and miserable and all alone, while he and Mav had the time of their lives in Miramar. Just a few days ago they’d come up to visit, which was nice.

“Not,” Carole hummed. “Not yet, anyway. I called his pediatrician, he said Bradley is contagious until all the spots go away. Apparently you can be contagious before they even show up.”

“Really? If you need anything, call your mom, okay? I’m sorry, babe, I wish I could be there to help.”

“Goose,” Carole soothed. “I can handle a little chickenpox. But you, stay safe out there, you hear me? No more crazy flyby’s with Maverick.” She giggled in good nature.

“I will,” Goose promised. “Take care, my love. Just a few more weeks.”

“You too, Goose. See you soon.”

When he got the second call, he knew who was on the other end. Maverick.

“Goose,” came the aviator’s croaky, washed-out voice. He sounded like hell.

“Say no more, Mav;” Goose replied. “I’m on my way.”

The front door was unlocked, which was perfect because Pete knew he didn’t have the strength to go open it. He woke up this morning with a pounding headache. When he trudged into the bathroom to get some Tylenol, a chance glance into the mirror showed him exactly why he felt so goddamn awful. Spots, hundreds of them, all over his face. When he looked down, they were all over his chest, too. Oh my God. As the sleepiness waned, the itchiness kicked in. It was downright unbearable. But moving his arms to scratch at them hurt; every joint simply ached.

He didn’t think twice before calling Goose.

“I’m glad you called, Mav,” the RIO said as he scrutinized the lump of blankets and spotty flesh on the couch. “You sounded like crap on the phone, and you look like crap in person.”

“I feel like crap, Goose,” Mav moaned. “Seriously, everything hurts. And itches.”

Goose reached a hand out to his pilot’s forehead to check for fever, but Maverick jerked away.

“Don’t, I’m contagious,” he croaked. Goose shrugged and reached forward anyway.

“I already had it, when I was in 3rd grade.” Maverick felt warmer to the touch than usual. Nick went to search for a thermometer. “Can’t believe you never had it,” he called back from the bathroom. He returned with a thermometer, giving it a vigorous shake before sticking it in Pete’s mouth.

“Got lucky, I suppose,” Maverick mumbled around the glass.

“Don’t forget, under the tongue,” Goose prompted.

Maverick rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Goose, I have been sick before.” The pilot scratched absent-mindedly at his bare, pockmarked chest.

He smirked. “You sure as hell don’t act like it. You’re a disaster, man.”

“No wonder they call you ‘Mother Goose,’” Mav retorted. “They should call you ‘Mother Hen.’”

Goose erupted into disproportionately hysterical laughter. “Good one!” He cawed. Taking some time to catch his breath, he sauntered into the kitchen. It was pretty bare; Maverick wasn’t exactly a five-star chef. All he could find was some instant coffee, a loaf of bread, some saltine crackers, and half a box of breakfast cereal. Not even a can of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup. Shrugging, he grabbed the crackers and filled up a tall glass of water.

When he returned, Maverick had spit out the thermometer and was holding it up to the light.

“What’s the damage?” Goose asked.

“100 even. Not great, but not bad.” Maverick slumped back over, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. He was shivering ever so slightly.

Goose held out the crackers. “Here. You should eat something.” Maverick shook his head, looking away.

“No. Feel too sick.”

“Sick like feverish sick, or sick like ‘gonna puke’ sick?” Goose probed.

The pilot gave a half-hearted shrug. “I dunno. Both, I guess.”

“Fine, but at least drink some water, okay dear?” Goose said in a wifely, mock-doting tone. Maverick snorted and looked at the glass like it was toxic, but accepted it and took a sip anyway.

“Do you have any calamine lotion?” Goose asked.

Mav’s brow furrowed. “Any what?”

“Calamine lotion,” Goose repeated. “Y’know, the pink stuff your mom would rub on you when you got into poison ivy. Looks like Pepto Bismol.” Maverick’s face remained blank, confused. “Seriously? Never got chickenpox, never got poison ivy… Did you even have a childhood, Mav?” Maverick smiled, then wrenched the blanket off to frantically itch his back. He cursed.

“Don’t scratch them,” Goose chastised softly. “That only makes it worse.”

“I wouldn’t scratch them,” Maverick began, voice strained with irritation. “If I wasn’t. So. Damned. ITCHY! God, can’t you give me something for this?”

“That’s what the calamine lotion was for.”

Maverick made an exasperated noise that broke into a weak cough.

“I have an idea,” Goose said. “Stay right there, I’ll be back in a sec.” He shuffled back towards the bathroom.

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” Maverick hissed, taking this opportunity to scratch more while his RIO was out of eyesight.

Thankfully, Maverick’s medicine cabinet was better stocked than his pantry. Sure, no calamine lotion, but he did have some Tylenol PM. Bingo. Goose shook out two pills and carried them back to the pilot, who was now itching so hard he looked near epileptic.

“Seriously, stop scratching, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Goose cooed. He held out the two pills. “Take these.” Maverick took them without even asking what they were. Goose explained anyway. “They’re Tylenol PM. In 20 minutes, you’ll be out cold. Can’t feel itchy if you’re sleeping.” He plopped down on the couch next to Pete.

“Thank God,” he whined. “Better living through chemistry, I guess.” He took another tentative sip of water, staring at the ground. “How did I even get chickenpox anyway? Nobody at TOPGUN is sick.”

Goose blanched. He gulped. “Yeah, about that…” Maverick glanced at him with narrowed eyes. “Bradley’s got it. He must’ve given it to you when he and Carole came to visit a few days ago.”

Maverick smoldered. He wanted nothing more than to smack Goose upside the head, but he loved his “nephew” (and his RIO) too much to lash out. Plus, he knew how much it meant to Goose to see his family. 5 weeks was a long time to be away from two people you love more than anything.

“Sorry.”

That apology was more than enough. “It’s fine. Is he doing okay? And Carole?”

“They’re both fine.” Goose fiddled with the corner of Maverick’s blanket. “I miss them.”

Maverick gave a long, slow blink. The medicine was starting to work. Everything had gone wonky, like a record played at the wrong speed. “I know you do, Goose. They miss you too.”

“Just a few more weeks,” the RIO whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. He lost himself briefly in memories, of his first dates with Carole, the day Bradley was born, his first steps. He’d been there for all of that; how many memories was he missing while he was here in Miramar, and his family… wasn’t?

Something landed on his shoulder, wrenching him from reminiscence. He turned to look at what it was. He saw short, dark, tousled hair. Maverick had finally passed out, with his head on his RIO’s shoulder no less. Goose reached over to tuck Maverick in more snugly. Even through the sleeve of his shirt, he could feel Maverick’s low-grade fever.

“Sleep tight, Mav,” he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. The pilot hummed in response, already deep in dreams of jets and open skies.

#sicktember #sicktember 2021 #top gun

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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A/N: ok sorry if I didn’t understand the request properly but I tried my best with this. I may have written a lot for this request.

Warnings: Getting stabbed, you live though don’t worry

Carol angrily sighed as she headed back into your shared room. You’d just told her you were skipping training with her to go out with friends instead. Apparently it was just a night out without boyfriends and girlfriends so she couldn’t come.

You were really excited to meet your friends, you hadn’t spoken much to them after you became an Avenger. It got even harder once you’d gotten in to a relationship with Carol Danvers. It had almost been 4 months since you last saw your friends.

Carol wanted to be happy for you, she really did, but she couldn’t help but feel angry. Training was when you were supposed to learn how not to get hurt during a mission, if you skipped it you would get hurt. Which was something Carol couldn’t handle.

Carol sat on the couch, deciding to watch something since you wouldn’t be training with her. About an hour later, she heard you enter the shared room, probably to get ready for your night out.

You picked out a cute shirt and pants to go out. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you’d definitely gained more muscle since joining the avengers. You walked into the living room where you knew Carol was watching TV.

“So what do you think?” You asked her. She glanced at you from her TV show.

Honestly, she thought you looked amazing but instead she just gave a nonchalant “looks good” and a half hearted thumbs up and went back to her show.

You frowned slightly at her nonchalant response but grabbed your bag and headed out.

“I’ll be back soon!” You yelled, exiting.

Carol sighed, pissed but also slightly sad. She decided to train by herself, probably with a punching bag as she waited for you to come home.

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It had been about a week after the first time you went out with your friends. Carol thought it would be a once in a month occurrence, but you ended up missing 3 more training sessions to meet with your friends.

Needless to say, Carol was pissed off and it was starting to show.

You were currently in a debriefing with her for another mission to take down an arms dealer in Glasgow, UK. Carol was sitting next to you, stiff as she listened to Maria break down what you had to do.

It was a basic arms dealer mission, not much could go wrong. You felt pretty confident, a bit too much considering you’d missed a lot of training.

After debriefing finished, you walked with Carol back to your room to pack a bit. Carol couldn’t help but be worried for you. As pissed as she was, her anger melted as she realized you could get injured.

“Hey you okay?” You asked carol as you entered your room.

“Yea just a bit worried.” Carol confessed lightly as she pulled out 2 suitcases from the closet.

“Worried about what?” You asked in naïveté. You started to pick out some things, a casual outfit, a fancy one and civilian clothing.

“Worried about you,” she stated, placing some first aid into her suitcase. “You’ve missed too many training sessions.” She stated. You raised an eyebrow.

“Carol I’ll be fine, I’m an avenger after all.” You joked, she raised an eyebrow. “Relax,” you approached her, softly putting your hands around her neck as you pecked her on the lips.

Carol almost melted into your touch as she wrapped her arms around your waist. She smiled softly down at you, her worry melting away slightly.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” You joked as you leaned in for a deeper kiss. You felt her smile into the kiss. What’s the worst that could happen when she’s with you? You thought.

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A lot of things went wrong. A lot more things than anyone expected. Firstly the weather, it was snowing way more than expected, slowing down your flight. Second the weather glitched out Starks tech so they knew you were coming. And third, there were a lot more people. Finally, all of you had been split up.

You went by yourself to the west side to slip in and mess up the systems. Clint and nat went in the east side. Carol and Steve went south to take our support. Tony and Thor took to the skies while everyone else attacked north.

It seemed to be working out so far, nothing seemed to be going wrong. You didn’t have powers so you you fought with (weapon of your choice) and an assault rifle. With a hunting knife in your waistband.

You’d taken down at least 29 of the agents that came at you so far. You snuck into the the main area with computers, oblivious to the person following you. You smirked slightly as you entered the control room.

“Finished in the south, coming over to you y/n” Carols voice said over the speaker. The base was huge so it would probably take her at least 2 minutes to get over here.

You plugged in the USB and spent a minute getting the info until you were punched in the side of the head, hard. You let out a small cry in surprise. You took the flash drive with whatever information it already had.

You whipped your head around to see a thin man standing, the last of them trying to protect the base. You put your fists up, ready for a fight.

For a couple of seconds, you danced around each other until he made the first move. It seemed to be going well for your side, you got a couple of punches in but because of the lag of training, he seemed to have the upper hand.

You went for a killer blow but he dodged it, went behind you and stabbed your side.

“AGH,” you shouted, hands trembling around the knife. You fell to the ground, the knife was all the way in.

The man stood above you, a wide grin on his face as he picked up a gun that was lying nearby and pointed it at you. He got blown into the nearby wall by a flash of gold.

You looked to the side to se Carol, furious with her arm raised. She saw you and her face instantly faded to worry. She hurried over to you, muttering to herself almost feverishly.

“Nonononono, y/n we have to get you to the quinjet.” She said, and started to pick you up bridal style.

“Everyone y/n got stabbed, I’m taking her back to the jet.” Carol said into the comms.

“I, I can walk.” You gasped, you got up, leaning your entire weight on Carol still as she lead you out in awkward silence.

You noticed her hand on your shoulder shaking slightly in fear. You took that hand with yours and looked at her.

“I’m gonna be fine.” You said, as comforting as possible even though the stab wound in your side screamed.

“You can’t say that with a goddamn KNIFE STICKING OUT OF YOUR SIDE.” Carol shouted, the blood started to deep into your shirt, much to her horror.

She ran out of patience and picked you up bridal style, starting to fly you back to the jet. You wrapped your arms around her neck in sheer panic as the wind whipped around your hair. Carol kept glancing down at you as she flew.

She landed down at the quinjet shortly after, setting you down lightly as you leaned your entire weight on her still. Your consciousness started fading and she could tell.

“Y/N, stay with me ok?” She said, tilting your face to look at her, the worry was evident in her eyes.

You nodded weakly as you walked into the quinjet as everyone returned.

“Holy shit what happened to you?” Clint asked worried as Carol set you down on the bench on the side.

“Just didn’t notice.” You gasped as Carol touched the knife. “Someone sneaking up.”

“They stabbed you?” Carol asked, still supporting your weight with one arm so you could sit.

“I just didn’t notice they had a knife during the fight and they got it in.” You whispered, not having the ability to speak loudly anymore. You were struggling to keep your eyes open as everyone came in and the jet finally took off.

“ ‘What’s the worst that could happen' my ass. Carol returned, setting you down on your back as you fell unconscious.

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You woke up groggy, with a small headache and wires attached to you. The pain in your side had diminished to a dull ache as you slowly sat up. Looking around, you realized you were in a hospital. Carol was sitting beside you in a chair, her head propped on one hand as she slept. You glanced at the clock above it was almost 3am, technically visiting hours were over for any hospital.

You didn’t want to wake Carol but you needed to know what happened. You unplugged yourself from all the wires attached to you and lifted your shirt to see the stab wound. It was neatly stitched up, you started to count the stitches out of curiosity.

“17 stitches.” Carol stated, her voice raspy, sleepily as she rubbed her almost bloodshot eyes. “How are you feeling?” She asked, hunching forwards as she leaned her elbows on her knees.’

“Better, what happened?” You asked, swinging your feet over the side of the bed to face her.

The pain was pretty bad but nothing you couldn’t deal with. You knew you were on morphine for the pain and it wouldn’t last long so you tried to make the best of it.

“You got most of the info, we all went out and we are currently in a hospital in London. Everyone checked into a hotel to sleep.” Carol said, looking at you intently to make sure you were alright.

“Well that’s good,” you said in relief, glancing away from carols stare slightly. “How are you though?” You asked, trying to change the topic a bit.

Carol’s breath caught in her throat slightly. What should she tell you? She could barely keep herself together as she saw you getting stitches up. She couldn’t tell you how she almost blew up the entire hospital when she saw you almost flatline. You’d never seen her cry or even breakdown the way she did beside your bedside when you slept. She couldn’t tell you how she almost broke at your absence.

“Fine.” She said, her voice cracking slightly. All her emotions were starting to catch up with her.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, knowing she wasn’t ‘fine’.

“None of this would’ve happen if you’d just stuck to your training.” She stated, getting up and pacing as the anger and worry was getting to her again. “None of this would’ve happened if you’d just listened to me and trained instead of drinking with your friends!” She yelled angrily.

“Carol,” you began, trying to reason with her.

“NO! Do you have any idea what even HAPPENED? You almost DIED Y/N!! YOU ALMOST LEFT ME BECAUSE I WASN’T THERE TO PROTECT YOU.” She shouted, now tears were streaming down her face.

You got up and hugged her, despite the pain in your side starting to return, carols tears hurt even more. She was sobbing into your shoulder as her arms gently wrapped around your sides, cautious of your wound.

“I’m so sorry Car, I’m so so sorry,” you mumbled into your hair. “None of this is your fault.” You continued, seating the both of you down as you couldn’t stand.

You sat side by side, carols hand in yours as you looked at her. She was wiping her tears away with her free hand and was trying to avoid eye contact with you slightly. She never wanted you to see her break.

“It’s not your fault, what happened was my fault and I promise you,” you pulled her hand to your chest so she could feel your heartbeat. “I’m not leaving you.” You stated.

You had no plans to break that promise. You might regret saying this later but you mumbled “what’s the worst that could happen when I’m with you.”

She punched you lightly on the shoulder as you laughed. Even after getting stabbed, you knew life couldn’t be the worst if carol was with you.

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toxophilitis · 4 years

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An Incestuous Party cont.

Chapter 5

Larry’s boss smiled to himself as he bounded up the stairs after Ann. He liked to fuck women with a little spirit of resistance, and he knew that Ann had as much spirit as anyone. He had almost been disappointed when she had let him lick his tongue around her tit so easily, but when she jumped off the couch and ran from the room, she was offering him the chase, making herself sporting, and if there was anything Roy liked, it was the sweet victory of fucking a hot little cunt crazy after a hard fought game. She would be really hot and slippery up between her legs after seeing that movie, and Roy knew she would be torn with the conflicting thoughts running through her mind. Larry had told him to expect a little resistance at first, but this was better than he had hoped for. His own wife was too willing to let him fuck her anyway he wanted to sometimes, and that could get a little tedious. It would be good to have fresh cunt, particularly an employee’s wife, at his disposal.

He got to the top of the stairs just in time to hear the door to her bedroom close tightly, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her now. Walking through the hall, he put his ear to the door and smiled as he heard her clothing rustling and the door to the bathroom open. Perfect, he would catch her right in the middle of relieving herself and she would not be able to move. He slipped quietly inside the bedroom and walked softly to the almost closed bathroom door. There was just a crack open and he could see right inside without her seeing him immediately. He watched with bated breath as she lifted her dress hem up over her hips and lowered her soft silken panties down over her fur-rimmed little vagina and on down to her ankles. Then he whistled softly to himself as he watched her spread her legs and sit down on the toilet seat that was facing directly toward the small crack in the door. Jesus Christ, he thought excitedly to himself, she’s got the tightest looking little cunt I’ve seen in a long time! He could feel his cock lurch violently in his pants as he watched her softly curling cunt hairs spread wide from the outward pressure of the toilet seat on her nakedly spread buttocks. She grimaced for a moment and then a soft smile of bliss rippled over her beautiful young face as a thin golden stream gushed warmly out of her open pussy split and splashed noisily into the water-filled bowl below. The watching Roy, clenched his teeth tightly together to control himself and unzipping his pants, pulled his now heavily burgeoning cock from his shorts. Goddamn! He had to get it out and stroke it a little while he watched his employee’s gorgeous young wife sitting there taking a piss. He’d go completely out of his skull if he didn’t.

Ann lazed momentarily in the warm, heavenly feeling of relieving herself. It stilled for a moment the hotly burning itch that had been rippling up through her cunt walls while she had been watching the sensuous movie downstairs and her husband’s boss had been sucking hungrily on her nakedly exposed titty. God, the combination had made her hot and without conscious volition she could feel her hand moving down between her toilet-seat spread thighs and her middle finger began teasing softly against the tiny hardened nipple of her clitoris.

“Oooooh God,” she moaned half aloud as hotly licking flames of desire shot wildly up through her cunt walls and the feeling was compounded even more by the warm, wet feel of her own urine cascading hotly down over her finger as she moaned again and fucked it deep up into her desire-aroused cunt mouth. She relaxed her pelvic muscles and tried to slow down the thinly gushing stream of her urine into the open palm of her hand. She wanted this delicious sensation to last as long as she could possibly make it last and finger-fucked her cunt walls faster in hopes she could make herself cum before she finished going to the bathroom. Her face was contorted into a beautiful caricature of lust now and the soft grunts and moans of her passion could be heard drifting hotly out the crack in the open bathroom door.

Outside, her husband’s boss could stand it no more. Holy shit, he thought, if he stroked back his foreskin one more time he was going to cum all over the door. Jesus, it was beautiful! There, right in front of him, his employee’s wife was finger-fucking herself into a wild, groaning passion while she sat on the ‘john’ and pissed hotly into her open hand. If she had been hesitant about letting him fuck her before, she’d never resist now after he had caught her in this crazy, cock-hardening act. But he’d better move now before she finger-fucked herself crazy and shot out her cum in her own hand. He had to establish his sexual mastery over her right at this moment or it might be too late after it was all over. She was right on the verge of making herself cum right now and this was the time!

Holding his heavily burgeoning cock more tightly in one hand he opened the door with the other and stood, smiling wickedly, right in the center of the doorway.

“Hi, baby,” he grinned broadly and looked down at the passion- stricken young beauty finger-fucking herself on the toilet.

It took Ann a moment to adjust her lust-dimmed eyes to the figure of the man standing right in front of her and when she did, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She was so close to cumming that she could feel her cunt muscles already sucking hungrily inward in the first finger-gripping throes of her rising orgasm. It was like a ski- jumper after he had left the jump and there was no way of stopping herself now until she had hit the runway below. She could only groan out a low guttural protest as her fingers fucked wilder and wilder up into her nearly cumming young cunt and her urine flooded hotly out into her flashing hand beneath her openly spread thighs.

“Ooooh God, g-get out, please don’t watch me... pleeeezzz!!!”

“Ooooh, baby,” her husband’s boss chided from above as he moved directly up in front of her. His thickly hardened cock inches from her openly panting lips. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I gotta cum all over those big hot tits of yours I was sucking on before.” He was tempted to fuck his ready to cum cock deep up into her open mouth and he knew instinctively it would have met no resistance from the sexually over- wrought state she was in, but he wanted that to wait until he had the hot little bitch stripped all naked and spread out before him on the comfort of her marriage bed.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Ann chanted below him, her naked young buttocks grinding salaciously around on the toilet seat. Her eyes were locked directly on his heavily throbbing cock now and the sight of it seemed to drive her to greater heights of passion. “It’s cumming! Ooooh God, it’s cummminnnggg!!!” she half blurted out, as one final gush of hotly shimmering urine spewed wetly out into her hand and her openly spread cunt flared wide and exploded wildly out into a jerking orgasm. Her husband’s boss standing over her groaned aloud at the same time and increased the short quick jerks of his hand on his suddenly heavily cumming cock. He had aimed it just right and the thin, jet-like streams of his hotly searing cum leapt out and spattered wetly over the nakedly bobbing tops of her breasts, trickling salaciously down into the warm fleshy crevice between them and into her dress top below. She could feel the heated liquid running wetly between them and shivered at the thought.

Ann looked up at him from her seat on the toilet, gazing at him with a strange mixture of shame and helplessly lingering desire.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, totally unable to keep her voice from trembling. She had removed her hand from up between her naked thighs and could still feel the wetness of her orgasm and urine on it and it made her uncomfortable that a perfect stranger had watched her in such a private act of going to the bathroom and fingering herself. Her own husband had never even seen her go to the bathroom, much less finger-fuck herself!

“l want to fuck that hot little cunt of yours, baby. Better than you finger-fucked it while you were pissing all over your hand just now,” he said, as he took her by the arm and lifted her from the toilet. He began to lead her into the bedroom and she had to kick away her panties from around her ankles to keep from falling but followed him limply to the side of the bed. She could still feel her cunt walls throbbing with continued desire up inside and his lewd words reminding her of what she had just done while he stood there and watched and spewed out his heated cum all over the tops of her breasts at the same time, didn’t help matters.

“The boys at the company would get a big kick out of this hot little story, but I might be persuaded to keep it quiet,” he grinned salaciously. “Besides, your husband’s fucking hell out of my sweet little wife’s hungry little pussy right now and he promised me a little of the same with yours.”

This was too much for her to believe. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t! It was too incredible. She had never been unfaithful to her first husband, and she never thought of letting another man fuck her after she was married to Larry. But she was going to be now, and what was worse, it was all being done with her own husband’s knowledge. Larry had set ft all up for his boss to fuck her silly while he fucked his wife, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Ann’s mind was drawing a complete blank. She was going to be fucked by a stranger in her home, in her own bedroom, and there was nothing she could do about it. What was worse, she was going to be fucked with her own husband’s approval. She wanted to scream out, but the tightness in her cunt prevented her because her treacherously throbbing cunt wanted it whether she did or not! It was hopeless, utterly hopeless, and she was trembling all over, the heat of his still hotly burning cum on her tits turning her whole body to soft, sensuous jelly.

“W... what do you want me to do?” she asked, trying to make the best out of the situation. She figured that if she went along with him for awhile he might just kiss her a little and leave her alone.

“That’s more like it, baby,” he smiled, standing in front of her and gazing hungrily at her. “First, take off that dress. Not that it hides much, but I want to see all of the real you.”

Ann froze in embarrassment. He couldn’t be serious. He was expecting her to strip naked right in front of him with the lights on. She could do nothing but back away from him, but it was no use. Her attempt at hesitation only made him madder.

“Hey, what is this shit?” he said, his face betraying the surprise he was feeling. “I thought you were gonna play ball. I can see that you need to be taught that when I say something, I mean it.”

“No... no. I’ll do what you want,” she said, barely able to hold her tears, both from the hotly licking flames of desire burning up between her thighs and the total humiliation she was feeling from her succumbing to him while her own husband was fucking his wife somewhere else in the same house.

A hungry smile passed across his lips, and he pressed her down on the bed, watching her to make sure that she didn’t try to move away while he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor.

“Come on, woman,” he hissed as he ripped off his shirt. “I don’t want your husband to fuck my wife and have all the fun, and I’m sure you don’t either.”

Somehow, the fact that her husband was fucking this man’s wife right now increased her unwanted passion and she knew that there was no way she could back out of letting him fuck her even if her treacherously throbbing little pussy would let her. Taking a deep breath, she lowered the straps to her dress and pulled the thin clothing away from her heaving, cum- glistening breasts. She could see out of the corner of her eye his wildly throbbing cock and its indication of his hunger for her. In fact, a wicked little thought crossed her mind. She always wanted to be rape- fucked and if she resisted enough, she just might drive him to it. Besides, it would give her the perfect excuse for doing anything to him he demanded and her own husband, Larry, could never hold her responsible.

* * *

David walked through the hall quietly, making sure he would not be heard by his mother and his step-father’s boss in her bedroom. He thought he heard someone groaning, but he was too far away to make sure. Creeping closer to the door, he pressed his ear against the hard wood and strained with all his concentration, trying to make out the sounds coming from inside. The voices were at first inaudible, and then he could hear Roy’s booming voice.

“That’s more like it, Ann, baby. Now I’m sure you’ll love every minute of what I have in mind for you.”

What could he mean? Was he actually going to fuck his mother, with her new husband in the same house fucking another woman? This was almost too much for the young boy to understand, and he might have rushed right into the room, but for the fact that he really didn’t hear anything that sounded as though his mother needed help. All he could hear were the low, throaty moans that sounded as though his mother was enjoying whatever was happening to her.

* * *

Had David realized what was going on, he would never have thought of breaking the door down to protect his mother, but he had no way of seeing what was happening in the bedroom. Ann was pressing her body tightly against the head of the bed, trying to pretend to get away from Roy’s naked body. He was walking toward her, his huge, lust-engorged cock swaying back and forth between his legs. His face had blossomed into a smile and his hands were gripping his cock tightly, holding it firmly as he came nearer and nearer to the seemingly fright-possessed woman until at last he was climbing onto the bed. Ann, in mock resistance, pressed her body tighter against the headboard of her bed until she could go back no farther. She knew she had to make her resistance look good or he would never believe her act after watching her finger-fucking herself to cumming on the ‘john.’

It worked... with brutal force, Roy placed his hand over her opened lips and pulled her away from the head of the bed, tossing her flat on her back crossways along the bed. With a violent pull of his powerful hands, he reached between the valley of her still cum-moistened breasts and gripped her dress, wrenching it from her body in one violent pull, tearing the flimsy cloth and exposing her luscious, desire-trembling body.

Ann’s eyes were wide with the weird, masochistic sensations she was feeling, and her mind raced with a thousand lewd, exciting thoughts of what he might make her do to him in her seeming helplessness. Her now complete nakedness added a further erotic element to her situation, and she tried to move her hands along her supple, smooth body in a teasing attempt to cover her pinkly pulsing vaginal lips, over which Roy was kneeling with lascivious delight.

Roy spread her long, naked legs even farther and inched his form upward over her body, his thick, heavily throbbing cock coming closer and closer to her face until at last he was pressing the bulbous, rubbery head against the back of his hand that covered her mouth.

“You know what you’re gonna do?” he grinned, his mouth curled excitedly with the knowledge that she was completely at his mercy. “You’re gonna suck my cock until it spits in your mouth.”

Ann’s open cunt lips throbbed at the thought and she faked a struggle to move her head away from the hotly seething mass so close to her face. She could see clearly the pulsing penis throb and quiver against his hand, and the thought of sucking it up into her mouth was wildly exciting to her. There was no way she could remove her face away from the warmly searing rod anyway, and she could actually feel the lust-heat radiate from his cock flesh against her cheeks. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the burgeoned, blood-engorged cock, trying to imagine how it would taste when he actually fucked the seething mass into her mouth. It was nice and big, larger than any cock she had ever had, and she knew that it would fill her mouth completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.

He removed his hand from her mouth and placed the glowing, red tip against the tightly pursed lips of the feigning young woman, attempting to force it into her mouth. Purposely, to tease him more, she turned her head away from his cock, thrashing her whole body as she felt the glowing head burn against her luscious lips. He followed her with his hips, keeping the rubbery tip end of it pressed tightly against her closed lips.

“Come on, baby doll,” Roy hissed in impatience. “Suck my cock. Open those luscious little lips and suck it.”

Reaching down between his legs, Roy felt for the swollen mound of breast flesh, running his hand along its smooth, flesh curves until he felt the desire tightened nipple. He opened his hand and engulfed it, tightening his fingers around the cherry-sized bud and pinching the sensitive nipple until he heard her grunt beneath him.

Ann stiffened her body as she felt a searing wave of wild, pleasurable pain course through her naked tit, racing through her body and encompassing her in a sheet of sensuously burning agony. Forgetting momentarily her resolve to tease, she opened her mouth to groan aloud from the excruciating delight searing through her breast, but no sooner had she opened her lips than her mouth was totally filled with the hotly burning, hardness of her husband’s boss’ heavily throbbing cock.

“Now, that’s more like it,” he crooned, placing his hands along the sides of her face and pressing inward to keep her mouth tightly surrounding the long thick pole.

In spite of her passion, Ann was certain she would choke as he drove the smooth rubbery head of it firmly against the back of her throat. Her mouth was forced open wider by the sheer size of the heated mass being fucked deep back into her gullet, and she could feel its hardness pulse and throb as Roy’s lust heated blood filled the massive cock to almost the bursting point. The skin of it was stretched so much by the lustful expansion that she was afraid it would burst apart before he could cum again. His balls were swinging softly down against her chin and he began to undulate his hips rhythmically in and out of her widely ovalled mouth, his testicles slapping even more forcefully against her upraised chin.

His cock filled her mouth totally and Ann, forgetting completely now her resolve to tease him further, ran her tongue wetly, hungrily, along the seething mass, her head tossing from side to side as she tried to suck it deeper and deeper down into her feverishly working throat.

Her efforts drove him wilder and wilder. His own undulations were making her head thrash, and each deep, forceful ramming of his cock down into her mouth brought a further excitement to his lascivious, wanton actions. Groaning aloud, he lifted up her head and guided her to bob her mouth along his saliva-slickened penis, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into the cunt-warm mouth and fucking it deep back against the back of her throat. Again and again he drove his cock into her mouth, and her sounds of insanely growing passion were muffled by the huge rod of flesh pumping rhythmically into her.

Her hands were flaying wildly at her sides, and she cupped them tight against the back of nakedly driving ass-cheeks, trying to pull him deeper into her hungrily devouring throat walls. The touch of her hands on his body increased his lust, and he removed his hands from the sides of her head and coursed them along the silky flesh thrashing beneath him. Running his hands along her rib cage, he bent his body back and probed with his fingers at the again passion-flooded hole between her voluntarily spread thighs. Working his finger into the openly throbbing little cunt, he wormed it as deeply as he could up into the wetly gripping walls, smacking his open hand hard against the tiny, hair-fringed opening.

As he rammed his fuck finger into the seething folds of her hotly clinging pussy well, Ann tightened and stiffened her body as a million dancing flames seared over her naked flesh, racing throughout her cunt and bathing her vagina in a wash of lasciviously rising sexual fire. Her loins seemed to explode at the finger-fucking she was receiving, and against her desire to pretend she was being raped, she began to undulate her hips along the cum-covered finger probing and fucking hotly up into her open pussy. Her passion-driven lips clasped tightly at it, and she thrashed her lower body wildly up against the cunt-wrenching hand fuck she was getting.

Roy’s fingers darted in and out of the softly tangled curls of her cunt hairs, and he opened and closed his hand, squeezing and massaging the lushly working lips of her openly spread pussy. Again and again, until she was sucking wildly on his cock, he fucked his finger into the hungrily gyrating depths of her cunt-hole.

Ann’s mind was becoming confused as she bobbed her head along the unwanted cock ramming and pulsing in her widely ovalled mouth and thrashed and reeled her hips against the insane finger-fucking her husband’s boss was giving her. She ceased her struggle completely to pretend rape as a wild, uncontrollable wave of sexual passion raced throughout her body. There was no denying the fact that she was becoming aroused beyond control as his middle finger fucked deeply, expertly up into the cum-coated walls of her vagina. She was becoming completely lost in the sexual fires building in her cunt, and she found that she was actually loving the hot, thick penis ramming desperately in her mouth. She lashed out with her tongue against the heavily throbbing head, and allowed it to slip periodically out from between her tightly ovalled lips as she kissed and licked it then sucked it hungrily back up inside again.

Roy smiled to himself, knowing that no woman could resist sucking a cock forever, especially if she was being driven on by the expert finger- fucking he was giving her. He wormed another finger into the hotly seething opening of her cunt, constricting his hand and squeezing the tender, hair-covered vagina at the same time. His palm was becoming coated with the fine, sticky film of her love-juices, and she was thrashing her whole body beneath him, totally out of control now.

Ann was moving mindlessly now. Her whole cunt was ablaze with the wild, erotic sensations searing through her vagina, racing along her creamy white thighs and causing her pussy lips to palpitate against the insistent ramming of her husband’s boss’ hand. She ovalled her mouth again and engulfed tighter still the heavily pulsing mass of cock flesh fucking rhythmically into her lips, moving her head to accept the colossal prick deeper up into the soft, cunt-warm wetness of her mouth. Her mind was washed clean of all rational thought, and she could think of nothing but the fact that it was a wonderful feeling having a man’s cock in her mouth, just as it was utterly delightful having a man, any man, fuck his fingers again and again into her cunt, making her happy, even if he had had to almost force her to be so. She ground her hips feverishly up against the salaciously massaging hand, surrounding the fingers with the well-lubricated lips of her hungrily devouring cunt walls and she gasped aloud as he moved his other hand back between her thighs, slithering another, and yet still another finger far up into the hungrily burning depths of her cunt. She closed her eyes and thrashed her head from side to side, moving his cock around in little circles, and she bucked and jerked her hips against her expertly massaging fingers, feeling the tips of them fuck as deeply into her pussy, as deeply as his cock might have gone if it were fucking her in her cunt instead of her mouth. She could feel his hands squeezing her all around up between her thighs, and she delighted as his fingers rubbed almost brutally against the seething walls of her hotly aroused vagina now, making her produce massive amounts of cum lubrication. She could feel the swelling, surging fires of her cunt build with the rising pressures of her soon to come orgasm, and she breathed more gaspingly, taking short, jerking breaths, running her soft, wet tongue around and along the throbbing, pulsing cock which was ramming faster and faster into her mouth now.

Roy was in heaven. Once she got going, this little bitch really knew how to suck cock. It was made even more delightful by the fact that he had forced her to do it, and now she was sucking and licking at his throbbing penis like there was no tomorrow, lashing at it with her tongue as though she was feasting like a royal princess on the succulent flesh ramming deeply into her mouth. His own hips were undulating, driving his cock in and out of her mouth in a lewd little fucking rhythm, faster and faster as her hotly swirling tongue brought the liquid fires racing to the tip of his cock head. His loins were on fire, his cock was pulsing with the mounting pressure of his sperm gathering at the tip of it. Then, he arched his body back still farther, driving his fingers deeper yet up into the voraciously quivering well of her desperately thrashing pussy, and he began bucking and jerking his own body, breaking his fucking rhythm and grinding his cock randomly in her mouth. His hands were moving with a blurring speed in and out of her delightfully soft and gushing cunt, flicking rapidly along the hotly seething slit and smearing love juices along the softly curling fleece of her cunt mound, making the fringe of hair glisten with tiny droplets of her syrupy, honeyed cum.

Suddenly, Ann felt she was about to burst up inside. Everything had been building to this point, and she knew that there was nothing she could do now to prevent her vaginal walls from spewing out a hotly gushing flood of love-juice from between her hotly clasping hand-fucked pussy lips. She whipped and lashed at the huge, lustfully throbbing cock pulsing faster up and threateningly in her mouth. She wanted to feel him explode deeply in her mouth, wanted to drink the huge amounts of sperm she knew would pour out from his cock up into the soft, hungry gullet of her throat, and she braced herself for the wild rush of hot male semen she knew was coming. She drove her hips against his hand as violently and rapidly as she could, forcing her open cunt to suck up inside it as much of his hand as was possible. Tightening her lips around the seething, pulsing cock flesh in her mouth, she took a deep breath and ground her hips desperately up against the cunt massaging hand as she felt her body washed away with the torrential flood of her spastically jerking orgasm. Her wanton scream was muffled by the massive prick ramming against the back of her throat, and her body jerks were hindered with the incredible muscled weight resting fully on her heaving breasts. Even so, the violent force of her orgasm was almost enough to throw the mouth fucking body of her husband’s boss from her nakedly thrashing form. She stiffened as her whole insides seemed to pour out the warm, wet liquid cum from between her hand and finger plugged cunt-mouth, washing his hand in a hotly cascading bath of the surging wave of her passion. Again and again his hand plunged into the elastic depths of her vagina, making the wash of hot, burning cum trickle along the creamy soft flesh of her thrashing thighs.

Roy could feet his cock begin to rebel against the mounting pressures sucking against the deeply thrust cock head in Ann’s mouth, and her hotly licking tongue was making it hard for him to hold back his painfully building sperm in his cock much longer. The woman was sucking at his penis more and more passionately, trying to draw from his quivering loins the same orgasm he had produced in her cunt. His naked ass-cheeks bounced and jerked on her own nakedly dancing breasts, and he gritted his teeth, breathing through his tightly clenched teeth in short, jerky gasps as he felt the gushing liquid fire press tighter and tighter against the bulbous throbbing tip of his cock. At last he could hold his surging sperm back no longer. Taking a violent breath, he moaned lasciviously as his penis erupted far, far up within the soft, wet confines of her cunt-like mouth.

“Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhilh!”

His cock erupted like an active volcano, the hot milky liquid blasting against the back of Ann’s throat like a flood-tide and she bobbed her Adam’s apple desperately up and down as she drank down the hotly rushing jism as quickly as she could. Roy tossed his body violently on her trembling form, driving his jetting cock again and again into her eagerly devouring mouth, his loins burning with the searing rushes of delight coursing through his body. Again and again he pumped his white, milky cum into her mouth, filling it completely with the volume of his hot, white sperm, making her puff her cheeks out wide to hold the deluge of sperm coursing along his cock and blazing into her gullet.

She was unable to hold all of it in her mouth, and some of it seeped out between her cock-stretched lips and trickled onto her chest, coating her nakedly bobbing breasts with the thick, hot whiteness of his sperm. His jets were filling her mouth again and again in a seemingly endless river, and she swallowed as much of the rushing juice as she could, trying to fill her hungrily welcoming belly full with the delightfully gushing fluid.

She could feel that she was nearly finished with her orgasm. Her body was beginning to slow its movements, and she was regaining control of her mind once more. Roy, too, was easing up with the violent ramming of his cock in her mouth, and soon, she could feel his cock shrinking and withdrawing from her mouth as it grew smaller and smaller, leaving behind the final remnants of his sperm.

As she became more aware of what was happening again, she was once more gripped in the awe of what he had done to her, and once more, a total, gripping confusion took hold of her mind. She was afraid that he would not want to fuck her now, or rather, not be able to, and her fears were justified. Her husband’s boss collapsed in a crumpled heap on top of her body, and then rolled from her naked form onto the bed, resting on his back as he breathed deeply, trying to regain his breath.

Finally, he was able to speak.

“Baby, you are really great when you put your mind to it,” he said between breaths.

Ann was flooded with a feeling again of unsatiated desire but she knew that he would not be able to help her. She had drained him completely dry of his cum, shamelessly, wildly dry, and worse, she had actually curiously enjoyed what he had done to her, actually delighted in the ramming of his cock in her mouth while he fingered her cunt to a widely bursting orgasm. What sort of woman was she becoming? What sort of wife would allow another man to cum in her mouth and finger-fuck her while her husband was fucking another woman, right in her own home? It was incredible though for the first time she was seeing the man she had married, and she didn’t know what she was thinking. Everything up to now had been a set-up. She had been played for a fool, and both her husband and his boss were taking advantage of her. She didn’t know what to do about it, but she did know that she couldn’t just be happy with Larry alone fucking her now. She had to have other men, too. God! She had to have them!

Roy bounced off the bed and walked to his clothes.

“I figure that Larry and Susan ought to be finished with their uh... little discussion about how you feel,” he said as he pulled his pants up, his face still holding the satiated smile. “I think I’ll go down and tell Susan that we had better be getting home. We like to watch the late night news, you know.”

Laughing, he opened the door and left the room.

David could hear when they were finished. What Roy was saying made no sense at all, but he decided that he had better hide anyway. Slipping into another room just as Roy opened the door, he waited until he could hear his footsteps walking down the stairs. Making sure that there was no one else watching, he walked into his mother’s bedroom, and saw her nakedly spread body lying waiting on the bed.

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I’ll Stay Pt.1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi doesn’t like kids, he never will, or so he says. Except this one kid that reminds him a lot of himself, and he looks like him too.

Genre: Romance / Slight angst

A/N: I got this idea from a request for “angsty Yoongi scenario with a happy ending”. The requester wasn’t specific on what they wanted so hopefully you’ll like this. It was supposed to be a one-shot but got too long rip. But enjoy!

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A huff escapes Yoongi’s lips as he crosses his arms over his chest, the air cold enough to make his breath visible as it disappears into nothing.

What was he doing?

The kids screaming in excitement in the background had him furrow his brows, eyes shut in a frown.

What was he actually doing?

Yoongi didn’t like kids, and he didn’t even try to hide it, but how on earth did he end up here at a ski resort with a group of snotty six year olds, who couldn’t do anything by themselves and could produce more tears than a waterfall itself.

“Uncle!”

Oh yeah that’s right.

Hearing the little girl’s screeching voice from a few feet away, out of breath, Yoongi looks up from his seat well away from the children. His niece waved her hands in the air getting his attention, and he nods to show her that he cares, but does he really? His niece giggles, her hands rubbing her red nose before running back into the game of a snowball fight, Yoongi guessed. He’s still surprised that he’s here, surprised that his sister even got him to show up.

“Mr. Min, why aren’t you joining in like the other parents.” A woman dressed in what looked like a snow suit approaches him, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

Yoongi does his best to not frown at the woman, who was quite older than him, because he’d rather not join the kids and their parents in throwing balls of soft ice at one another.

“I’m fine, thanks.” He says instead.

The lady sighs and takes a seat next to him, making the twenty-six year old stiffen in his seat, slowly edging away.

“Come on now, you showed up late to this trip, and you won’t even meet the children? Nana said you were very sweet.” She says.

Yoongi sighs. Not because of what this lady was saying, but just imagining the piles of paperwork on his desk, and the confusion on the faces of his employees when they see that he didn’t show up at that very important meeting he tried to used as an excuse. But his sister really knows how to be persistent. Enough to somehow have Yoongi drive god knows how many miles just to catch up to the school bus the children were in.

“I’m sorry Miss…—”

“Choi.” She tells him.

“Right, Miss Choi. I’m not feeling very well, and I’d rather sit here than go out into the snow and get even more unwell. You wouldn’t want me to fall sick now, would you?”

Miss Choi doesn’t look like she bought his excuse, because he looked perfectly fine, besides the red on his nose, but almost everyone had the color arise on the tip of their noses.

“You should get some rest then, why don’t you go back to the room? I’ll send Nana in when we’re done with our activities for the day.”

Right. How could he forget, this trip was two days, meaning he had to not only stay here and try to get some work done in a hotel room, but he had to babysit his niece on top of that. He mentally groaned before nodding at the woman. She sighs as well because at least she tried, before holding her knees to stand up and walk away. Yoongi glances down at his cellphone that had no service on this goddamn mountain, hopefully the hotel wifi was better.

Yoongi doesn’t make it three steps away from his seat, when a flying ball of snow hits him straight on the side of his face, making the man groan a little louder in annoyance. His narrowed expression is enough to tell anyone looking that he’s ticked off, hand wiping at the cold ice from his face before he turns.

“Watch it will you—” He ends short on his sentence, seeing the six year old, heavily bundled up, stare back at him with a blank expression.

“You’re the one in the way.” His muffled voice replied loudly from behind the scarf wrapped around his neck.

Yoongi frowns, not because of the snowball that was hurled at him, but because the audacity this kid had to talk to him like that.

“Look here kid—”

“My name is Hyun.” He cuts Yoongi off.

“Hyun.” Yoongi breathes out, not trying to get mad at a freaking six year old, although he was just a little ticked off at the moment.

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to talk to grown ups like that?”

Hyun shrugs, walking up to Yoongi. Yoongi looks down at the boy who was so much smaller than him, now just inches away from him. He tugs at Yoongi’s jeans, signaling him to squat to his own level. Yoongi does, awkwardly. He’s surprised when Hyun starts wiping at Yoongi’s hair, soft mittens brushing away what was left of the melting snow.

“You could have walked by the sidelines than straight into the snowball fight.” Hyun mutters.

For once Yoongi doesn’t know what to say back so he gulps down instead, staring at the boy across from him. From what he could see of Hyun’s face, the boy looked cute, he wasn’t going to lie. His jet black hair peeking from underneath his winter hat, and his concentrated eyes reminded Yoongi a lot of his own gaze.

“Okay you can stand now.” He says withdrawing his hands from Yoongi’s hair, which wasn’t that wet anymore thanks to Hyun’s mittens.

“Whose dad are you?” Hyun asks.

Yoongi breaks into a small smile shaking his head.

“I’m no ones dad.” Which he said a little proudly, no offense to the other fathers of course.

“So what are you doing here? Are you some sort of pedophile?”

Yoongi is taken aback by Hyun’s response, surprised that a six year old even knew how to pronounce ‘pedophile’, but still breaks into a chuckle afterwards.

“I’m Nana’s uncle, Min Yoongi.” He shakes his head, arms sticking out for a shake, a habit from introducing himself to his clients and others at work.

Hyun looks at Yoongi’s large hands for a second before removing his right mitten. His hands are very warm even though he was rolling around in snow for so long, the feeling is soothing to Yoongi that has himself almost cup the little boy’s hand in his palm.

“I’m Kim Joohyun.” The six year old correctly introduces himself.

Yoongi’s smile unknowingly grows bigger and he gives Hyun’s hand a little firm shake.

It’s a few minutes later that Yoongi finds himself back in his seat on the bench, this time however, Joohyun lounges back as well, his legs dangling from above the ground.

“So you only came with your mother?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah, she’s somewhere, helping the teachers I think.”

There’s some sort of spark in Hyun’s eyes as he talks about his mother, his gaze searching the expanse of the snowy setting, hoping to spot his mother somewhere. But unfortunately, he doesn’t and sighs, hands tugging at the scarf around his neck, allowing Yoongi to get a better look at his small face. Yoongi doesn’t know what to feel really. He thought the kid was cute, but no, he was adorable. The red of his nose and cheeks were very prominent on his somewhat pale complexion. He has thin, pink lips, that was covered in some sort of chap-stick maybe. The boy looked familiar to Yoongi, but he wasn’t sure who exactly he looked like.

It’s only a few seconds later that his own question is answered, when the familiar voice calls out to the six year old sitting next to him.

“Hyun where have you been—”

“Ma!” Hyun perks up, getting down from the bench before sprinting towards his mother.

But she’s frozen in shock, her legs rooted in spot as she stares with wide eyes at the man Hyun had been accompanying.

When Yoongi heard her voice, he knew. Glancing up, the expression in his face softens, gaze unreadable. His lingering gaze falls from her speechless figure, to the small six year old by her legs, staring up at her in confusion. And even though it has been so long since he had last seen her, the only thing going through his mind was that she lied.

…

Nine Years Prior

The room that Yoongi sat in was awfully quiet, and he didn’t know what he should do at the moment, sitting rather awkwardly in the living room. He stared at the set of stairs his friend had climbed up, telling him he would be right back, more than twenty minutes ago. Yoongi wasn’t the type to loiter around in someone else’s house, but he found himself glued to his seat, watching the girl on the couch across, reading through something on her laptop. She glanced up at him for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He glanced away, yet again, as if he hadn’t been looking at her. The silence continues to stretch on, neither of them saying anything to break it.

“He usually doesn’t take this long getting ready.” She finally breaks the silence, and Yoongi feels like he could breathe again.

He clears his throat and nods, fingers running through his then blonde hairs.

He was sure they were late already, but it was just a party anyways, he didn’t really mind sitting here with her.

“Is Yana gonna be there? That’ll explain why he’s taking his sweet ass time.” She laughs, looking at the stairs Yoongi had been staring at.

Yoongi broke into his own grin.

“I forgot he was in love with her.” He chuckles.

She finally shifted in her seat, placing the laptop down.

“Why haven’t I seen you before?” She questioned, squinting her eyes at his still form, on the sofa chair.

“Namjoon and I are friends from work, recently acquainted.” He told her. With a smile

She let out a “hmmm”, lips parting to say something, and Yoongi frowns when she doesn’t because Namjoon almost galloped down the steps, his feet loud against the boards.

“Ready to go?” He flashed the two a smile.

“He’s been ready, you’re the one who took so goddamn long.” She said even before he can.

Namjoon rolled his eyes at her, putting on the jacket he held in his hands, while Yoongi somehow managed to stand, seeing that his legs felt like putty. He swore he never felt like this before, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

“Okay, we’re going then.” Namjoon announced.

“Don’t drink too much!” She yelled out from behind.

“Yeah yeah, mom.” He waved her off, and Yoongi chuckled at her scrunched up expression, the last thing he had seen before the door closed behind him.

His first encounter with her was awkward yes, but Yoongi found himself asking Namjoon about her as they sat in his car.

“Who was that?” He finally asked.

Namjoon gave him a poker face.

“Really? You’ve sat with her for forty freaking minutes and you didn’t even ask her?”

Yoongi returned a sheepish smile at the male next to him.

“She’s my sister—Y/N.”

Yoongi nodded, making a left turn on the road.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“She’s more like a mother that’s why.” He chuckled back.

And suddenly Yoongi wanted to know more about this mother-like sister of Namjoon’s.

…

“Ma?”

Hyun tugs at his mother’s coat, and finally she glances down.

“I’m cold.” He whines, and she nods taking his hand.

Yoongi watches her, still standing in the same place. She doesn’t know what to do, take her son inside, or talk to Yoongi, the man she hadn’t seen in years.

“Hyun, Miss Choi is taking the class back inside, why don’t you go join them?” Her voice is low, and a little hoarse from the cold.

He sighs, but nods, his hands pulling up the hood of his jacket.

“See you later Mr. Min!” Hyun waves, his voice completely different from how he had spoken to Yoongi earlier, as if he gained some sort of energy just from his mother’s presence.

Yoongi’s gaze falls down to look at the beaming six year old, a sudden lump forming in his throat as he attempts to smile. Hyun starts to walk away and Yoongi’s eyes linger on his distancing figure until he’s back inside. With Hyun gone, the two stood in the never ending silence, a few feet apart. Yoongi could not tear his gaze from her and she didn’t really know what to say.

She clears her throat, a low “Hey”, escaping her lips.

Yoongi finally feels like he could breathe. Her presence had always had that effect on him. His cold fingers run through his dark hairs as he takes a step forward. Then another one, and a few more. Until he finds himself standing in front of her. Her gaze is no longer on him, biting back she looks at the snow underneath their feet.

“Y/N.” He finally breathes out.

She looks up at him, her glassy gaze looking into his own.

“Yoongi.” She whispers in return.

The silence returns and Yoongi doesn’t know what to say yet again. He had question, plenty of questions but he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, even if he knew she lied about everything, and the kid that he had been talking to this whole time, couldn’t remember who he resembled, was his, of course he was his.

…

“I warned you.” Yoongi groaned as he stumbled up the stairs, trying to hold Namjoon up with one arm and the railing with the other. The male under his grasp was beyond wasted, slurring gibberish as his eyes drooped.

“Yana please date me!” Namjoon’s voice resounds aloud through the quiet house.

“Shhh.” Yoongi found himself telling the drunk.

Yoongi wasn’t the type to enter people’s home without being invited. But when the homeowner himself, was drunk and ready to hurl himself out of a moving car, Yoongi didn’t really have a choice.

It was way past midnight, maybe one or two in the morning. Most of the lights were turned off, and Yoongi felt like a burglar with a really clumsy partner, who shouted incoherent words randomly. Finally making it to Namjoon obvious bedroom door, Yoongi tugs in inside until he’s at the foot of the bed, he threw Namjoon onto the mattress, a heavy sigh releasing his lips. The drunk was already unconscious and Yoongi groaned on his way out.

“I’m never taking you out again.” He mumbled, rubbing at his shoulder because of the weight.

When he exited the bedroom he froze, eyes glued to Y/N’s figure as she looked at him in both confusion and sighing in relief.

“Oh shit, it’s just you—”She held her chest, eyes closing for a split second. “I thought someone had broken in.”

She’s dressed in baggy sweats and a t-shirt, and her messy hair clearly told the male in front of her that she had been under the covers once. Yoongi found himself smiling at the sight.

“What are you doing here anyways?”

Yoongi’s smile fell as he groaned once again, glancing back at Namjoon’s bedroom. Y/N let out a laugh as if she expected this.

“Well thanks for returning him safely.” Her laughter ceased and she smiled at him softly.

When he had left their residence he was still smiling uncontrollably a part of him burning up, while another wondering if he was sick somewhere, why was he feeling such a way. Of course then he didn’t know he was already falling in love with his friend’s younger sister.

…

“—and finally. Parents, guardians” One of the teachers begin to address the group of twenty. “I advise you give your children a warm bath, before dinner, which is at six.” She finishes with a smile.

Yoongi’s eyes never leave the back of Y/N’s head, who stood a few feet away from him. Y/N on the other hand was too scared to turn. She can feel his gaze on her, her ears tingling in warmth.

“I’m sleepy.” Joohyun mumbles, a yawn escaping his lips.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at the sight, a swelling feeling in his heart.

“Can I go play with my friend?” Nana tugs at Yoongi’s pant-leg, getting the dazed man’s attention.

He looks down at the bundled six year old and nods. Nana runs off. Looking up, his eyes lock with Y/N’s. She had a tense look in her eyes, and the way her fingers held onto Joohyun’s shoulders emitted some sort of fear has Yoongi’s gaze soften. She couldn’t hide it even if she tried, her worried expression giving it away. It’s just for a few seconds though before she looks away, kneeling down to Hyun.

“Let’s go to the hotel room hmm?” She smiles and he nods.

Yoongi’s eyes follow her moving figure and soon so do his legs. They’re by the elevator when he reaches out, hands finally touching her. She turns feeling the tug on her shoulder, lips parting in shock when she sees Yoongi. He can’t formulate words for a few seconds and doesn’t get to even, because the elevator doors part, and he had to go back to Nana.

There is worry in his eyes, and she sees it as well.

“I’m in room 4B.”

The words leave her lips in a soft tone, but they’re enough to calm his racing heart. She boards the elevator, Hyun’s fingers still clutched tightly in hers, and manages to give a small smile to Yoongi as the doors close.

…

Eight Years Prior

He watched the guy play with her hair as she spoke, fingers clutching on his drink, a bitter taste in his mouth. It’s been almost a year since he had met Y/N, but only recently did he find out that she had a boyfriend. His name was Jungkook, a guy two years her senior, and Yoongi didn’t know why, but he disliked Jungkook and the explanation would be… just because.

“Enjoying?”

He turns to find Namjoon join him at the island counter across from Y/N and her boyfriend, speaking to a few other friends. He looked disgusted in the way Jungkook would cling onto her waist, and she would press a small smile to her lips while she looked back at him, before she returned back to her conversation. Of course Yoongi didn’t tell Namjoon that he hated his sister’s boyfriend. Instead he cleared his throat, nodding his head as he looked away.

It was New Year’s Eve, thirty minutes before the countdown, thirty minutes before the New Year. Yoongi was alone. Again. It was his fourth year spending without a partner, but he didn’t complain. He enjoyed his bachelorhood, until now.

“How long have they been together? I don’t like them together” Yoongi wasn’t sure how that would have sounded to Namjoon who followed Yoongi’s gaze to his sister and Jungkook, but Yoongi still asked.

Maybe Namjoon deemed him slightly drunk, and didn’t say anything. Or maybe Namjoon had agreed, and still didn’t say anything.

“Since she started University.” He told Yoongi

“Ahh.” The words had left his mouth in a bitter mumble as he sipped his drink.

Namjoon went back to join Yana and a few friends by the fireplace. Yoongi continued to sip onto his drink, and somehow time passed.

“Ten minutes, get your partners!” Someone had yelled from within the apartment, the television on full blast as everyone eyed the countdown.

Yoongi groaned, shuffling his way through the sudden crowd that formed around him before he made it to the balcony. Sliding open the door he froze seeing Y/N standing out there, looking out into the snowy night.

“Oh—sorry.” He mumbled, turning.

“You can stay.” She replied.

He halted in his steps before looking at her. She smiled, gesturing him to join next to her, and he did.

“Pretty tight in there huh?” She asked, making small talk to break the sudden awkward silence that formed.

He glances back inside through the glass doors as he chuckled.

“Stuffy, yes.”

Yoongi wondered if his words were coherent and he didn’t sound too drunk.

“Where’s—”

“He left.” She answered even before he could ask.

Yoongi fell silence and she turned to look at him.

“You were gonna ask about Jungkook right? He left…we..had a fight.” She mumbled the last bit.

He didn’t know what to say, so he stood there rather awkwardly. Y/N sighed, leaning back on Yoongi, who stiffens feeling her form against his chest. She wasn’t aware, but he sure as hell was.

“We’ve been fighting a lot these days. He says he doesn’t have time for me, but he doesn’t let me leave.” Her gaze grew glassy, but she didn’t dare look at Yoongi.

A frown took over Yoongi’s gaze as he gripped onto her shoulder, his his hands turning her around to face her.

“He doesn’t deserve you then.” Yoongi told her, his gaze piercing into her startled ones.

He blamed the alcohol afterwards, but Yoongi kissed her. Tugging at her until his lips crashed against hers, he kissed her hard. And as if it was a scene from a movie, the sky lit up in fireworks. It was past midnight. It was a New Year, and Yoongi wasn’t alone.

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If you are listening to music, turn it down.

If there is someone ranting in your ear right now turn to them, and as pleasantly as you can, tell them to please shut the goddamned Hell up.

Whatever it is you have on, hit the mute button for just a moment.

Bring down some silence, and listen …

There it is.

In the background.

Gnashing of teeth. A low-tone wailing.

You hear it, right?

Yeah, I’ve been listening to it all day long and it sure is fine.

That is the sound of pain.

It was Michael Hutchence who said “bitter tears taste so sweet” but I am betting that there are a lot of people out there right now who want to vomit on them. But watching those tears roll down the hollowed cheeks of a hard-drinking Sevconut … well that’ll do me nicely my friends.

Not everyone over there is sitting in a puddle of those tears.

Some refuse to.

They cling to this supremacist nonsense instead.

They convince themselves that it’s good enough to wake up in the morning “one of the Peepul” a relic of bygone days of yore. That there is some merit in having a 17th century outlook in the 21st century world. That supporting a NewCo and pretending it’s the DeadCo is not absolutely loopy.

The Master Race, eah? Jesus wept.

These people are the last of their kind.

They have to be.

Surely no generation to come can look at them and think it’s something to emulate?

There was a time, once, when Britannia ruled the waves and had the empire on which the sun never set. Now European leaders take it in turns to laugh at Westminster’s “negotiators”, and hide their folders when their backs are turned. The empire is over.

Britain is a third rate power.

It’s fitting that the Sevco fans cling to this, the supporters of a third rate football club.

They go together like coffee and hobnobs.

Some of them still have that swagger we once associated with Rangers fans, but of late they’ve been stumbling, like their legs are made of jelly. They are no longer the big boys. The club they follow is a shattered ruin, constructed out of the bits of a shattered ruin. They try to get themselves excited over games against SPL teams as we prepare for the biggest competition in club football, but even then their expectation is tempered slightly.

It’s tempered by fear.

Fear of the unknown, what new crisis might be right around the corner. Fear of the known. The behemoth on the south side which jerked into wakefulness when their side won a penalty shootout at Hampden the season before last.

We were never weak.

Just asleep.

Yamamoto said it best; “I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.” He at least had the sense to be sombre. They celebrated that day, as if they’d won something. And it was only the semi. We know what happened when they returned for the final.

The fear is there now. Of course it is. But late in the day. Like being afraid of being robbed for your bus-fare after someone’s already taken your wallet and your watch. But the fear is real, and so are the reasons for it. They are in big, big trouble.

Here’s the problem.

They’ve spent all this time trying to be Rangers, and Rangers expect to challenge Celtic, and they expect to take every team outside of Glasgow. They expect these teams to be afraid. But none of them are now. The fear only exists inside. Inside their own dressing room. Inside their own walls.

No-one else fears them.

Other managers snigger when they hear the pretentious nonsense that comes out of Ibrox.

Neil Lennon got right to the heart of it when he slagged the Club 1872 statement the other days, “Like it was written by a 15 year old.”

Well that 15 year old sits on the board there.

No wonder people are laughing at them.

And when the only fear is that which you smell on yourself, it’s no wonder that your other default emotion is hate. Of everyone, really. And in that hate, and in the grip of the fear, you can convince yourself of anything.

Like the Grand Conspiracy.

The Grand Conspiracy is the finest ever conceived.

It has united Catholics, Protestants, Muslims and Jews.

It brings together the political and financial elite with guys who runs blogs. Oh yes. Guys like me.

It stretches across the globe, into the halls of power of the rich and famous.

Its tendrils are everywhere … and nowhere. I say nowhere because no proof of The Grand Conspiracy actually exists.

But of course, every SevcoNut knows it exists, right?

From referees giving decisions against them to the tax authorities in Britain and South Africa squeezing them until the pipsqueaks squeak, the Grand Conspiracy keeps them down. Keeps them from realising their potential.

Whatever that is.

Ever pondered what the Whites Only Homeland., which the right’s most extreme commentators occasionally call for, would look like if they could have it?

Look at how Sevco is run.

There’s your answer right there. Not a pretty picture.

The Grand Conspiracy binds Tories and Labourites together.

It reaches into Westminster and Holyrood.

Celtic runs Scotland, apparently.

You ever hear the SevcoNuts talk about how committed they are to their club?

Well if the Grand Conspiracy in which they believe actually exists it redefines commitment to your team.

Because all involved are willing to go to enormous lengths and expend enormous amounts of political and financial capital to break laws and risk their freedom … to ensure Celtic’s dominance over football in this country.

Football in Scotland.

The backwater, as they never tire of telling us.

Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven, I guess, right?

These Peepul are barking, of course.

The toughest thing for them to wrap their brains around is that we did this on merit, that there was no cheating involved, and that the downfall of their first club and the shocking state of the second was their own damned fault.

Rangers couldn’t match us when they were at their strongest.

Not without cheating.

They didn’t have the money.

Look at the accounts going back through the years. We have consistently brought in more money than they have. We were the better run club. They overextended for years, betting it all on Champions League income. One bad year was all it was ever going to take. Their club was a shadow on the wall, nothing more.

It’s fashionable to blame the Motherwell Born Billionaire for what happened to them.

All Craig Whyte did was flush the toilet.

Their club was already in the shit.

This is the best run Celtic has ever been. Even firing on all cylinders, even running at peak performance, the OldCo from Ibrox would not have touched us.

So I ask you, how is this rag-bag mob going to?

Warburton was the man with the magic hat. Pedro’s glory years were in the bullring or out on a jet-ski. When this revolution of his blows up the board that hired him after a single interview will beat him like a piñata. He doesn’t inspire much sympathy.

Their fans are still not adapted to their current place in the world.

I hope they all videoed the cup semi-final of two years back. For all their talk about outplaying us that day, they were very damned lucky to get us to penalties. It wasn’t great, but that was as good as it gets and whilst Pedro is in the dugout or King is in the boardroom it’ll never get that good again.

The fear and loathing in Govan is all good for a laugh.

At some point even they have to realise that they need to stop with the supremacy and just accept what they are for a wee while. If you crunch the numbers you know Rangers could not have lived with this Celtic team, even with the financial doping.

Sevco certainly will not.

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