#But honestly it's so slow if you're impatient at all it'll probably feel like a 7.5/10

[larcenywrites]

could you write headcanons for what oral sex (giving and receiving) is like with tony (young tony and/or regular tony, whatever you prefer)? thank you so much in advance!

fuuuuuck 🥴 you know I can’t keep it to only one of ‘em 😮‍💨

Headcanons | Oral Sex

Warnings: 18+ | written with afab reader in mind and is mostly referenced | references to Daddy + light bondage | two she/her/feminine pronouns pet names used | lots of cum and cum eating | one mention of the iron man suit oopsies 🤭 | overstimulation |

young!Tony Stark

Receiving. He probably didn't really care whether or not a night's lay sucked him off or not. Like, sure, it was a nice addition, but he was also impatient and just wants to fuck 😪 But not only does he have a different sort of attachment to you, but you seem to really enjoy doing it regularly, so he'll warm up pretty quick to seeing you struggle to fit his cock in your mouth and feeling you moan when you take him in your throat. In fact, he'll find himself craving it

Lick and kiss up his shaft and play with that pool of arousal leaking from his slit. It'll be the only time you can get him to relax into a nice long tease, and he'll be watching you with a faintly interested poker face and a smug grin barely pulling at his lips. He probably prefers to be laid up in the bed than standing, and that's surely more comfortable for you! As horny as he always is, he does like for you to start off slow. Slowly suck his head in and out of your mouth a few times, and don't be afraid to tease him with a little teeth 🤭 And he won't mind a light scrape of teeth when you're on your way back up once you finally make your way down. The hands in your hair will definitely be restraining themselves from pushing you further when he touches the back of your throat, but it won't be hard to convince him to give in to his need to fuck into you.

You're both going to figure out real fast that he's into praise and cock worship, and while he prefers to cum inside you, he's going to get off just as much when you lick his cum from your fingers or take it all down your throat when you let him press into you. He cums a lot, especially if you get him really horny with something new or manage to edge him for a while 🫠 And if you're willing to clean it up, he'll be ready again in no time from just watching you eat his cum. He'll gather that stray white streak on your cheek with a swipe of his thumb and shovel it into your mouth. Suck his thumb while he does it and he'll go feral. Honestly, he might even lick up that white streak himself and make out with you 🥴

Seeing you get on your knees in any context is ruined now, especially when you turn to look up at him. You may get shoved into the nearest bathroom with lips on your neck and a hand guiding yours to the erection between his legs, or he's pouncing on you as soon as you get back home! He's not exactly quiet, but giving him head is probably the easiest sexual activity to get away with when someone's home or on a short amount of time 😌

Giving. You'll be surprised to learn he's never given head before, especially when he's so damn good at it 🥵 He never really cared, even after whoever he was with for the night sucked him off, but with you he can't wait to return the favor, and he can't wait to taste you 🥴 And once he does, he's diving between your legs as often as he can. He's a quick learner, so he'll map out what you like and how you like it pretty fast.

He's diving in tongue first every time! He's flattening his tongue and licking up and down your pussy and tortuously catching your clit at that angle that makes you squirm several times before teasing circles at your entrance. He's not afraid to dip in for a better taste a few times either 😏 That tongue knows just how to massage and twirl your clit, and keep you squirming on the edge when he stops to suck it between his teeth a few times. He'll stop for a few moments when you're done cumming to soothe you with soft kisses everywhere from your opening to your thighs, and hopefully you don't mind that he's still messy when he reaches your lips. He isn't afraid to add in a finger or two while he does it, and once he figures out how to make you squirt, it's fucking over for you 🫠

Close your legs around him, and he'll happily stay buried between them! Sit on his face for hours if you want- if you can. It won't take long before you're an overstimulated mess, and the grip in his hair and the hands pushing at his shoulders with a whine only stirs him on. The arms wrapped around your thighs are only getting tighter, and he's only going to cozy into you more. He's addicted to making you a whimpering and soaking mess before fucking you, and he can't help but rub himself against the bed and moan with you. Sometimes just eating you out is enough to make him cum 😮‍💨

Speaking of cum, he may not have another round in him or maybe he came before you, but he will absolutely eat you out to keep you going even with his cum still dripping from you 🫠

Calls you princess when he's eating you out 🥴 with bites and kisses to your thighs before he starts and when he's done

And if you aren't waking up when he needs you to, he'll make sure you're ready for him when you do 😉

Unfortunately, you two rarely have the time for all of that fucking and foreplay, as someone is bound to be home or come home soon, so when someone's parents are on vacation and the house is free for a few days… you'll be a shaking mess once he's through with finally having his way with you all weekend 😮‍💨

Tony Stark

Receiving. FUCK. Loves seeing you so eager to fit his dick in your mouth, and loves making you get on your knees. He loves seeing you on your knees and desperate to unbuckle his belt. It's rare that you'll get away with sex without sucking him off first, and if he's been busy and/or frustrated, whether in the middle working on something at his desk or on the couch, he's more than happy to have you settling between his legs to ease some of that tension. And if you don't, he'll be calling you over to let you know how you can help 😏

Definitely start off slow. In fact, tell him all about how much you love Daddy's cock and tell him exactly how you want it to ruin you, with plenty of kisses from base to tip, and make sure to lick up that stream of precum 🤤 Twirl your tongue all around his tip and lick him against the roof of your mouth as you take more. Once he touches the back of your throat, though, you better be willing to keep him there and take him further. If you keep pulling back too many times, he'll just impatiently fuck your face with a hard grip in your hair keeping you still.

Things are also going to get pretty kinky and wild. As much as he likes to see you undressing him, he loves to see you tied up and at his mercy just as much! It's also the best punishment (funishment?) for any backtalk and sass. He'll let you know what that mouth is good for if you don't want to play nice 😌

Spills a lot of cum, and he'll be watching to make sure you don't waste it. If he can't cum inside you, then at least eat it! Lick it from his abs and clean his cock; he likes to keep your mouth open with a grip on your cheeks and watch his cum drip in your mouth or pool on your tongue. And you better swallow it all. If any gets on your face, you'll be oh-so-affectionately called a messy slut while he swipes it into your mouth, but you can earn a good girl if you readily accept it and suck his thumb 😉

You can be included in on the fun, too! He likes to have you on the bed, on your back, and head at the edge of the bed... He'll be throat fucking you and playing with your clit or your tits. Or both, usually. And there might be a time or two when those suits of armor come in handy after a few modifications... so now you're getting a rough pounding and trying to suck Tony's dick (or he just takes over for you ). Also vibrators, and not just for you! Hold one just beneath the underside of his head while you suck and lick his slit and his balls 🥵 He'll probably need to be lying down for this one and not be in a Dom mood because you can edge him and keep him going for ages

He has his own house now, thank god. Not just because he can be loud, but let's be honest, you two are fucking on every counter and corner you can find! You might be under one of those tables in the lab, or between his legs at the couch; he might have a hand planted on the kitchen counter and keeping you pinned against the wooden cabinets below. Well, his office isn't necessarily the most private, but you can bet you'll be hiding under that desk and helping him out a different way when he's busy at work 😏

Giving. As much as he loves getting head, he's in love with giving love to your pussy, he can't keep his hands (or his mouth) off of you. Eats you out like it's the last thing he'll do and you're the last thing he'll taste, and licks through your folds and entrance like he's feral, yet that tongue stays tantalizingly featherlight on your clit when he's not massaging it between his teeth. And he'll make sure to leave your oversensitive skin burning from the scratch of his beard 🥴 He also just loves to push your limits, and loves that he can keep you going even if he can't

You'll probably start off at the edge of the bed, with him on his knees, but the more you cum and the longer he goes, you won't be able to hold yourself up for very long. Throw your legs over his shoulders and tighten them around his head- if you don't, he will. He wants to be buried in your pussy, and if you're pushing at him in overstimulation and gripping his hair, he just tightens his hold on you and cozies into you even more. Whimper his name and he'll ask, "what is it, baby," as if you aren't trembling and soaked. He'll soothe you with a few kisses to your swollen clit and a nip to your thigh before going back in, slower this time. Honestly, it's probably not often he adds in a finger or two, but you can cum just fine without them! It'll mostly be when he's in the mood to make you squirt multiple times and comment on the big mess you made

He will absolutely tie you up and torture you for hours. He'll start off real slow, and ease off when your close before going in fast and hard... only to slow down again when he has you on the edge again. It's a good punishment and a good reward, but once you start begging he can't help but give in with an apologetic kiss to your thigh, followed by the best orgasm of your life

He doesn't mind cleaning you up after 😉 Even with his cum still dripping out of you, he's licking up all of your cum and his (if he isn't too busy stuffing it back inside 🥴 He might get too into it, though, and have you cumming again, and then he's hard again... and the delicious cycle continues

He loves to wake you up like this too. Sometimes you're just too cute and vulnerable cuddled up to him, and he just has to let you know... and he probably has a not-so-little problem that needs taken care of and he needs you up and ready now!

You could be at a party, or making a smoothie in the kitchen, but if you're looking a little too good he has to have a quick taste. At home, he's pushing you against the wall or cabinets or bending you over the counter, and on his knees within seconds. It's tougher when you're out, not only because he has to find a bathroom or empty room, but it's going to be hard to stay quiet! He also might have once or twice eaten you out underwater while you were sitting on the pool's submerged stairs 🥵 He just can't stay off of you!

[not-the-conversation-starter]

I Have Finally Finished Xenogears (1998) And Can Finally Start And Enjoy Xenoblade Chronicles 3 (2022)

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[wanderinginksplot]

Warriors in Red Armor

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Chapter Four

Nora I

Nora was in one of the nicer cells. She didn't like to brag, but she had been arrested often enough to know the difference. And she had the cell to herself, which was new and different. Normally, the Corrie Guard shoved as many beings into each cell as they could manage without crushing anyone.

Soon enough, some of the more violent members of Clone Rights filled the surrounding cells. Even then, Nora's cell remained single-occupancy.

"You gonna get us outta this one, Czajak?" a male Bothan named Esk Meh'reer asked through the transparisteel barrier.

"Of course, Meh'reer," Nora said with a scoff. "We didn't even do anything. This one'll be easier than any of the other times."

"Well, you didn't do anything," Meh'reer told her with a grin. "We may have defaced some property after we saw you get arrested. Nothing too bad, though. Just tore down some signs. Oh, actually, I'm pretty sure Gadi threw a bench."

Nora rolled her eyes at the mention of the exuberant Lasat. "Gadi always throws something. I think she cares more about throwing stuff around than she does about getting rights for clones, but at least she's on our side."

"Hey, our cells share a wall!" Gadi cheered, pushing herself out of the crowd as if she had been summoned. "Want me to see if I can throw this bed?"

"Probably not, Gadi," Nora discouraged. "It'll be a lot harder to fight the charges if we start breaking things inside of the precinct."

"Aw, you'll be able to get us out of it," Gadi told her. "You're the best lawyer on Coruscant!"

Nora chuckled and shook her head, choosing not to tell her fellow protesters that she may not be a lawyer much longer if she kept doing this. Her boss had already threatened to demote her after he had found out about her work. Was it a bad thing that she had a tendency to defend protesters pro bono?

"Nora Czajak," a clone trooper announced, opening the door to Nora's cell. "You're being charged, come with me."

Surprise made Nora slow. The charges were almost never filed this quickly. She had been arrested less than twelve hours ago! Still, the sooner she knew how bad things were going to be, the sooner she could start forming a defense for herself and the others. Gamely, she rose and followed the trooper, admiring his red-accented armor as she went.

When she stepped from the room, cheers erupted from the surrounding cells.

"Go, Nora!"

"Give 'em hell!"

"Pinch that guy's ass while you're in there!"

"Gadi…" Nora sighed to fight back a chuckle. The temptation to laugh grew worse when she turned and found that the trooper had stopped and was staring at her. She couldn't see through his helmet, obviously, but she would have bet that he looked less than thrilled. With her most professional lawyer smile, she said, "Following you, sir."

He shook his head a little bit and kept walking. They passed another red-accented trooper as they walked, and he leaned in a bit to place his helmet's speakers next to Nora's ear. "If you pinch Thorn's shebs, I'll transfer you twenty credits."

"Will that be worth the jail time for harassment, though?" she asked with a conspiratorial grin.

He shrugged. "It would be for me."

"Thire, leave her alone," her escort - presumably Thorn - ordered. "I have to take her to see Stone."

Stone was one of Nora's favorite troopers, and she didn't even need Thorn's guidance to find her way to his office. Thorn gave a polite knock on the door. "Nora Czajak for you, Commander."

"Stone! How are you? Did you redecorate the office?" Nora asked, breezing into the office like it was her own.

Stone blinked at her. "Of course I didn't redecorate. When would I have redecorated? You were here last week."

"That is a difficult point to argue," she conceded.

"I'm sure you'll figure out a way," Stone said dryly. "Thank you, Commander Thorn."

As soon as Thorn had left, Nora crossed her legs comfortably and leaned forward to stare at Stone. "So, what's it going to be this time, Commander? A fine, some jail time..?"

"Neither," Stone told her shortly, crossing his arms over his chest. It would have looked more natural if he weren't in full armor - minus the helmet - but Nora had to admit that there was something intimidating about the dull crack of plastoid meeting plastoid. "Command has decided that fines don't seem to work for you. And every time you spend more than a few days in jail, you come out with more violent followers for your Clone Rights group. Then those followers trash the city even worse in your next demonstration. It's a vicious cycle."

"Mm, such a conundrum," Nora agreed. "What's the solution, Stone?"

"Community service."

Now, it was Nora's turn to blink in confusion. "Community service? My sentence is community service?"

"Yeah, a hundred hours of it," he said, shaking his head a bit.

"And- what about the others? What are they getting sentenced to?"

"Community service," Stone repeated, sounding almost as confused as she was. "All of the demonstrators we arrested are serving time. Not as much as you, but it'll all be community service."

Nora opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "Stone, this is stupid. What is going on? Community service is for parking violations and cursing at shop-keepers. You have us dead to rights on destruction of property, disturbing the peace, and intention to incite a riot. What are you doing?"

"Are you asking for a harsher punishment?" Stone asked with a twinkle in his brown eyes.

"Of course not!" she snapped. "It's just suspicious. Since when does the Coruscant Guard let violations like this slide?"

"Since today," he said with a shrug. "Orders straight from Head Commander Fox himself."

"Head Commander Fox?" Nora asked, distracted by the mention of the clone trooper she had met the previous night. He had been willing to debate her in a cruiser on the way back to the precinct. His method of forming an argument had been clumsy, but his points had been valid. It was a welcome distraction from the unpleasantness of the march's end. And here she was, finding out that Fox was actually the commander in charge of the other commanders. "What was a Head Commander of the GAR doing babysitting a Clone Rights march?"

"Maybe he wanted to come see your model behavior first-hand," Stone told her sarcastically. At Nora's sharp look, he relented. "Fine. Commander Fox doesn't pass duties along. He does everything he asks his men to do. That includes supervising marches, pulling patrols, and booking troublemakers."

Ignoring the pointed implication that she was a troublemaker, Nora changed the subject. "Who is going to be supervising my community service hours?"

"That'll be…" Stone consulted a page in front of him before answering - though how he found a single piece of flimsi in the disaster zone that was his desk was beyond Nora. "Trooper Beam. He's in charge of community service efforts. Poor evaar is gonna have his work cut out for him, supervising your protesters."

"That has to be about seventy people," she argued. "One trooper can't supervise all of us."

"That's his job," Stone said with a shrug.

Nora leaned back, lost in thought. "You know, it would be terrible of me to expect one trooper to supervise all of the arrested Clone Rights members and all one-hundred hours of my own community service. I should really request to be assigned to another Coruscant Guard trooper."

"Who were you thinking?" Stone's voice was filled with wariness.

Nora peered thoughtfully around the room. The morning sunlight didn't even reach this part of Coruscant. Instead, the light from a nearby holo-ad provided the only outside light in the commander's office.

When she felt Stone staring at her impatiently, Nora smirked and answered, "Why, Head Commander Fox, of course."

---

Fox II

It had been a long night, and it promised to be an even longer day. Fox was already on his second set of stims, and he still had an estimated twenty hours before he could think about collapsing in his quarters.

At that particular moment, he was talking to Sergeant Hound about some woman the sergeant was processing. He was trying, anyway. Fox's attention was far away. Part of him was trying to calculate how long it had been since he had last slept while the rest of him was trying to calculate how long he had until he could sleep again.

"So, what do you think, Commander?" Hound asked, bringing Fox's attention back to him.

"You know I trust you, Hound," Fox told the trooper, patting him on the shoulder. "Do what you think is best."

"Really? Thank you, sir!" Hound said, face brightening.

Briefly wondering what he had just agreed to, Fox turned away and was immediately met with Commander Stone beckoning him over.

"Sir, I need you to come speak with the woman I'm sentencing."

"You know you're the one in charge of sentencing, Commander Stone," Fox reminded.

"I know, sir, but she's requesting that you oversee her community service personally," Stone told him.

Fox's brows lifted before he could stop the expression. "And that is Trooper Beam's area." Honestly, what was the point of dividing the Coruscant Guard into departments if everyone was going to ask him to do their job anyway?

"Yes, sir, but…" Stone sighed, looking more defeated than Fox had ever seen him. "Can you please come tell her that? She won't take my refusal as a proper answer."

Fox shook his head, but started for Stone's office. "Who is this woman?"

"Nora Czajak."

"Kriff, no," Fox refused before he could think better of it.

"You're lucky I'm not easily offended, Head Commander," Czajak said, appearing in the doorway of Stone's office.

"I won't oversee your community service," Fox snapped.

"Maybe you should step inside, Commander," Stone wearily advised. "She has a full argument ready."

Well, he could at least hear her out. Fox entered Stone's office, immediately feeling as though a trap had been sprung when the other commander shut the door - with himself on the outside. Fox cracked the door open enough to peer out. "Stone, aren't you coming?"

"Kriff, no, Commander," Stone denied. "I'm going to get some caf and maybe some alcohol. Good luck."

When Fox turned back around, he found that Nora had seated herself in Stone's chair behind the Commander's desk. Everything was a power game for her. Since he refused to give her the satisfaction of asking her to leave the seat, Fox walked to the transparisteel window beside her. He peered outside, as if an advertisement for nerf steaks was the most interesting thing he had seen all day.

"I still won't oversee your community service," Fox's tone was blunt.

"You look like hell," Czajak's tone was also blunt, and he almost turned to look at her, but caught himself in time. "Don't you sleep?"

Even the mention of sleep was enough to make his eyes burn. "I'm a busy man, Czajak. Too busy for sleep and too busy to supervise community service hours."

"Maybe you should sit down before you fall down, Commander."

He scoffed, still staring out of the window. "I don't need your pity."

A moment later, a hard bump against the back of his knees had Fox falling backward into a chair he vaguely recognized as the one that sat behind Stone's desk. Czajak stepped around him, shaking her head, and sat down in a guest chair. Fox frowned. She had given up a position of power, the implied high ground in this office.

"I think you should be the one to oversee my community service," she started.

"I disagree," Fox countered.

"You are the one who decided that community service was the right answer for members of Clone Rights who were arrested, yes?" He nodded, already searching for the trap in her question. "How is it fair for you to put that much work on your trooper in charge of overseeing it? He didn't ask for so much responsibility."

Why was this woman always fighting to infantilize him and his brothers? "I assure you, Beam is fully capable of withstanding the stress."

"Well, I would hate to put him in such a bad position," Czajak mused. "I probably would feel so guilty that I would skip all my community service appointments."

"Then you'll be arrested for failure to appear."

"And I'll be sentenced to jail time, in which I will gain more followers," she said with a satisfied smile. "That's the fear, correct?"

Kriffing Stone and his running mouth. Fox gritted his teeth. "If you fail to appear for appointments, I will take the appropriate measures to ensure that you pay your debt to society."

"I'm sure you would," Czajak agreed easily. Too easily. "However, would it not be more simple to agree to oversee my community service yourself? We could avoid all of the unpleasantness for the low price of one-hundred hours of your time."

"You couldn't afford that low price," Fox snorted.

Czajak's eyes glinted in amusement. "How about this, then? Your men rave about your leadership and how you never ask them to do anything you wouldn't be willing to do yourself. I know most of your men consider me to be the worst of the worst. I received the highest number of required community service hours. By taking on the responsibility of… well, of me, you would be proving that your willingness to do all aspects of the job is true in every situation."

Fox's head ached as he tried to find a way of refuting her point. It was a solid argument and she knew it from the way she was smiling at him. He suddenly understood why Commander Stone had refused to come to this part of the meeting.

"Fine," he ground out, voice low and harsh. "I'll oversee your community service. I don't know why you're being so insistent about it, but it won't be fun. You'll show up when and where I tell you, and stay as long as I deem fit. And if I hear a single complaint from you, I'll toss you in a cell, new followers be karked. Understood?"

"Perfectly, Commander," Czajak agreed. She was all demure compliance now that she had gotten her way. "Please notify me with the details of our first meeting."

"Consider yourself dismissed," Fox growled at her.

Czajak winked and rose to leave. As she opened the door, Fox heard Chase say, "Ouch! That one pinched me!"

"We talked about this, Gadi!" Nora lectured, leaving Stone's door to close behind her.

Fox rubbed at the lines between his brows. For his own sake, he took a moment to breathe before he had to go deal with whatever that was about.

---

Ransom I

"Okay, the Commander said I was cleared to deal with you as I see fit."

The sentence may have been worded as a threat, but Ransom could sense no malice in the trooper's tone. It didn't matter either way. She had been arrested too many times to count. There was nothing this pleasant-faced officer could do that would frighten her. Well, short of throwing her to his massiff. Even then, she was certain that she would do a great deal of damage before it could take her down.

"Whoa, what's with that face?" he asked, and Ransom immediately smoothed her expression.

"Just waiting for this to be over."

"I also treasure our time together," he smiled, reaching out a hand as if to pat her on the arm. Ransom was a comical distance away, seated on the other side of a wide desk, and she raised one eyebrow in his direction.

"Good news is that I think I've finally located your file," he said, not deterred by her lack of response. He hadn't been all day, actually. Ransom wasn't willing to work with him at all. She believed that he shouldn't need to read through a history of her life to know that the alterations to her cybernetics were illegal and needed to be removed or licensed. Instead, the trooper - who had cheerfully introduced himself several times as Sergeant Hound - had used a biometric scan to track her file.

"Ransom," Hound read from the display. He stared at her for a long moment, dark brows furrowed. "Your name is Ransom?"

"Your name is Hound," she fired back immediately. "Are you sure you want to start this fight?"

"Yeah, but most civvies have a last name."

"Why would I need a last name?" Ransom asked with a frown. "To keep from being confused with all of the other cybernetically-altered Coruscanti women named Ransom?"

"...That's true," Hound conceded. He turned his attention back to the screen and Ransom tensed a bit at what he would find. She braced herself for any number of unpleasant responses. In the past, she had seen everything from pity to awe to disgust, but he simply scanned through the documents - she had a lot of them - and nodded. "Well, you're being charged with disturbing the peace, but that isn't worth jail time or any significant fine. The Head Commander has been on a real community service kick lately, so we'll get you signed up for some of that."

"I'd rather take the jail time," Ransom spat out.

"No you wouldn't," Hound said seriously. "The jail is rough. Full of unsavory characters, terrible food, bad lighting. Plus, your job wouldn't take too kindly to you spending time in jail. None of them ever do. Don't you want to keep working at…" he checked the screen again, "...Red Squad?"

"Red Squad wouldn't fire me for being in jail," Ransom assured him.

"You can't know that for sure," Hound argued. "Trust me, community service is the better way to go."

"I do know for sure, actually," Ransom argued, unsure of why she was pressing the issue.

"Why, you sleeping with the boss or something?" he asked, tossing the datapad to land on the desk's surface.

Ransom smirked a bit at that. "Only in the occasional dry season. I am the boss. Owner, actually. I run Red Squad."

Hound laughed at that, and it was such a rich, cheerful sound that Ransom almost didn't mind that he was laughing at her. Almost.

"Your name is Ransom, no last name, and you own and run a business called 'Red Squad'. Are you secretly a clone trooper?"

"If I ran a squad, wouldn't that mean I outranked you?" Ransom fired back.

"Probably," he said, seeming unconcerned. "It would make you a captain, at least."

"Well, I already have a better-regulation haircut than you," she tried again. She had yet to see a member of the GAR rise to the bait about ranks - particularly the implication that a civilian outranked them - but clone troopers were notoriously fastidious about their appearance.

Hound raked a hand through his too-long hair and grinned at her. "Yeah, it's been a while since I visited the barber. Is my hair distracting you?"

"Hardly," Ransom snorted, pressing away the spark that had lit her belly at his waggling eyebrows.

"Good, then let's talk about your community service," he said. "Normally, you would be in the care of Trooper Beam, but he's recently experienced a flood of requests. I have it on good authority that he has some three thousand hours of community service to oversee after today, so I'll take care of supervising your hours. I'm thinking forty should be more than enough for something as minor as disturbing the peace. Give me your comlink information and I'll contact you for scheduling."

Ransom felt her eyes fly wide before she could bite back the response. "No."

"No?" Hound asked with a pouty sort of frown.

"You're an ARF trooper," she tried again.

Hound beamed warmly at her. "Great job! The average civilian doesn't even know what an ARF trooper is, let alone how to recognize one."

"I'm not an average civilian," Ransom told him, the response flat. "But my point is that you're an ARF. I don't want to do any community service that has to do with massiffs."

His dark eyes softened and warmed with understanding, and Ransom hated it. She didn't want - didn't need - anyone's pity. In her irritation, she lashed out. "So throw me in jail if you want to, bucket head, but I refuse to work with those beasts."

"Hey, I get it," he sympathized, face still kind. Ransom wanted to put her fist through it.

"No, you really don't," she snarled. "I'll-"

"Everything okay in here?" another trooper asked, ducking into the small office.

"Yeah, just chatting," Hound said easily, as if Ransom hadn't been in the middle of threatening him. "What are you up to, Stone?"

"Head Commander's in my office with the Czajak woman," he explained. "I needed to lie low."

"Makes sense to me," Hound gave a sympathetic grimace. "Ransom and I are going over community service options. You're usually in charge of bookings. Care to explain the process?"

"Oh, uh…" Stone hesitated. Ransom would bet that he hadn't expected Hound to actually need help. "We try to match civilians with their skills and interests."

"So you wouldn't force someone to work with an animal they have a strong dislike towards?" Ransom asked sharply, full of skepticism.

"Absolutely not," Stone answered with finality. "And if you mean the massiffs, a lot of civvies are uncomfortable around them. They're not even an option for community service, so there's no worry about that."

"Thank you, Stone!" Hound said, voice cheerful. Looking more than a bit confused, Stone gave a short nod and left. "Feel better?"

"If you knew working with massiffs wasn't an option, why didn't you tell me that?" Ransom crossed her arms over her chest.

"It seemed like you weren't really interested in listening to me," he said with a shrug.

"So you won't need my comlink information after all," she summarized.

"Now, no one said that," Hound hedged. "I can still supervise your community service."

"How?"

"Hey, I do other work around here!" he said, clearly defensive. "I can trade shifts around, pick up some duties cleaning streets or… working with- um, old people..?"

"I think I'll pass," Ransom told him with a snort.

"Suit yourself," Hound shrugged. "In that case, I'll still be the one supervising the licensing process for those cybernetic alterations."

Ransom was ready to argue, but something about the look in his eyes warned that he wouldn't give in so easily. Telling herself she would get a new frequency as soon as she was done registering the alterations, Ransom gave Hound the information he needed. She couldn't leave the precinct soon enough.

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A/N - There! A full chapter without one Hound POV! Are you proud of me? I'm proud of me. And with this chapter, we've set up all of our couples! Though I might end up having to make a one-shot or side fic with Stone since I love him. This is also one of the longer chapters of this story, so congrats for getting through it!

[turtleparadise]

[ ~ One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ ]

6. Another Happy Ending

"Tell me more."

"I love you..." Yuffie paused, thinking. "I love you like the gyoza at the bottom of a hot-pot."

"I love you like the wind brushing the grasses of the fields."

"I love you like a tree growing. Slow and strong and full of life."

"Okay, that's a good one," Vincent said. "Write it down."

"You really think so?" They laughed together, into each other's throats.

"Wh... Again? Empress!" The resident nurses of the private wing had caught her lying on the hospital bed again, and one of them was livid, while the other couldn't stop giggling. "This is the third night in a row! I've already told you, you'll just have to wait."

"I don't wanna," she pouted, clinging tighter to her boyfriend.

"He's not going to get much better with you keeping him awake all the time," he said, attempting to pull her up.

"You know he's right," Vincent said, kissing her once more before he pushed her off. "I'll be out in a few days."

"That's too long!"

"And you keep encouraging her," the nurse frowned at Vincent. He shrugged in response, not having anything to say. "Come on, move it." He waved toward the door, and Yuffie did as she was commanded.

"See you soon," Yuffie whined.

"I love you like a stay in the hospital, waiting impatiently to be released," he answered. Her eyes widened.

"Oh gods... That was good!" She turned to run to him, but was blocked by the first nurse, his arm outstretched.

"Out. Now."

"Fine..." She walked through the open doorway, head hanging low. The giggling nurse threw her arm around Yuffie's shoulder, giving her a few assuring pats.

"It'll pass in a blink, Empress. I don't blame you, if I came home to that every day, I'd be addicted, too!" And she kept giggling.

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"Gil for your thoughts?"

"Hm?" Yuffie glanced up at Yamato, who pointed down at her drawing. Her attempt at a fish had gone all wrong, as she had been off in another world for the past few minutes. "Oh, no..." She began to erase, but the lines were drawn too deep, so she ended up moving on to another page, this time trying to draw a bird.

"Get it together, Your Majesty. Won't be long now."

"Won't be long?" Little Cid asked, from across the way where he was drawing a butterfly.

"The party," Yamato said, acting quickly as always. "It's only a few days away, so we'd all better draw all the animals we can."

"Definitely," Luneth said. He was currently working on a wolf.

"Yamato..." Yuffie began slowly. "Would you say I'm addicted to..." She glanced around the nearly empty event center room, at the children who were helping her set everything up. Children who were not clued in to her private life. "Uh... Onigiri?"

"Onigiri?" Terra raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." Yamato cleared his throat. "I have noticed you EATING a lot of -ow!- onigiri... lately." He rubbed his shin where she had kicked him under the table. "But are you that concerned about it?"

"My nurse, uh... told me that I was. Addicted, I mean. To rice balls. And, that's a bad thing... Right? I don't know, it sounds so... I mean, the word 'addicted'... It has a negative feeling, right?"

"If you ask me, you're still in perfect shape. And it's not hurting the onigiri one bit. So, uh... Well, if I had your... metabolism... -OW!- Stop that! ...I'd be eating them every day, too. I honestly wouldn't worry."

"Aw, thanks a lot, guys," Luneth groaned, rubbing his stomach. "Now I'm hungry for rice balls."

"Me too," Yuffie sighed.

"Yuffie, look what I drew!"

"Wow, what a beautiful lion," she said, marveling at Leon's drawing. "It looks almost just like Nanaki! Bigger mane, though."

"Is Nanaki a lion or a wolf?" Hikari asked.

"You know, I tried asking him that before, and he just dodges the question."

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"And that should about take care of it. Just for your safety, we'd like it if you stayed in the wheelchair until they get you into the car there, sound good?"

"That's probably for the best," Vincent nodded. "Thank you."

"Ready, Vincent?" Cloud asked, as he helped his friend into Tifa's car.

"Do you have my phone?" he asked in response.

"I'm pretty sure Yuffie took it the first day we visited you," Tifa answered from the driver's seat.

"Ah..."

"I know you want to see her," Cloud said.

"..."

"But first, I need to take you somewhere."

"...?"

"Our house," Tifa said with a smile.

"Is Yuffie there?"

"You'll see her at the party, dear. She's already there, putting on the finishing touches. She's been working hard. I hope you'll like it."

The Lockharts drove a small distance to their happy home, where their friends were waiting in the living area to greet him.

"Good to see you up and about," Nanaki said. "Excellent work, taking out their headquarters."

"We got them?" Vincent had completely forgotten to ask - all of the time spent with Yuffie in the hospital, it was the farthest thing from his mind.

"Palmer died," Reeve filled him in. "After he was captured. He just started coughing, and collapsed. His followers are all locked up. They won't eat. Eventually, they collapsed too, though they are still alive. They're being treated as we speak."

"Enough about that," Barret said. "I got somethin' special for ya. You can walk on your own?"

"Getting better at it," he nodded.

"Oh, you brought it?" Tifa asked, racing to another room. "I wanna see!" Vincent followed her and Barret into the spare bedroom. Before he had even entered, he heard Tifa shout "Barret, it's perfect!"

"Told ya I got good taste," the man laughed. When Vincent arrived, he saw a suit hanging on the wall - a black dress shirt with a red upside-down triangle on the right side of the chest, over a white undershirt. The pants had a matching triangle, right-side-up, on the left leg. The collar and cuffs were a cream color.

"...You want me to wear that?"

"Isn't it so 'you'?" Tifa asked, excited.

"I think she'll love the sight of you in it," Shera said, breaking out the secret weapon. "Why don't you give it a try?" His cheeks turned pink.

"Well.. I suppose..."

"But first, let's get some food in that belly," Tifa said, grabbing Vincent's arm and pulling him back into the living room. "We have some leftovers heated up for you."

"Stew," Vincent could tell by the scent. They placed a bowl in front of him, and he dug in. When the stew was all gone, he set to work on dumplings with ponzu for dipping. When he cleared all of that out, Tifa put a plate of fish in front of him.

"I didn't know you could put it away like that," Cid whistled. "Well, pretty sure I've never even seen ya eat before, but that's beside the point."

"You must really think our cooking is great, huh?" Tifa asked, sharing a proud glance with her husband.

"Yes, it's really good!" Vincent smiled. He eventually cleared his throat when he noticed she was staring at him. "...What? What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing," she shook her head. "Your smile is just really pretty. You should smile like that more often, with your whole face. We don't get to see it."

"It's usually attached ta'his girlfriend, that's why," Cid said, laughing. Shera smacked him as per usual, as Vincent lowered his head, his face turned red.

"Don't listen to him, Vincent," Tifa said, lifting his chin up. "Show Mama Tifa your sweet smile!"

"Tifa... I'm older than you."

"Are you, though, Vincent? Are you really?"

"Yes."

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"Everything is just so beautiful..."

"Isn't it, though?" Yuffie smiled, turning to Terra. She tried to speak up over the music pouring out from speakers across the hall. "And everyone's having a great time. I'm so proud of the work we've done."

"You're beautiful, too," Terra said, gesturing to her dress - an actual dress this time, though one that was black and white with a large row of red and white upside-down and right-side-up triangles. "I thought dresses weren't your style?"

"My friends picked it out for me," she shrugged. "They just couldn't stop smiling. They looked so happy that I couldn't say no. I love those weirdos."

"That's so sweet! Empress... Yuffie, I mean... Can I..." The green-haired girl hesitated, blood rushing to her cheeks. "Can I have this dance?"

"I don't much feel like dancing right now, honey," she said, frowning. "Ask me later, okay?" Terra nodded, taking a moment to build up the courage to speak again.

"Waiting for your 'rice ball'?"

"Yes," Yuffie laughed. "Thanks, by the way, for playing along in front of the little ones. I owe you and Leon. I knew you'd catch on right away."

"You did...?" She smiled at this for the briefest moment, before crossing her arms and giving her an angry look. "Well... Thanks, I guess."

"Hon..."

"I really love you, you know?" She uncrossed her arms, holding them at her sides, fists clenched. Yuffie couldn't think of a response to that at first. "I really do. It's not just because you're an Empress. I'm in love with you. And you love somebody else. And I'm just a kid to you. And..."

"I know," Yuffie said, soothingly, wiping away the girl's tears. "I know. It's so painful. Take it all in. Own it. Don't let it pull you under."

"You're supposed to tell me 'You're too young to know what love is' and 'You can't love someone after such a short time' and things like that," Terra said, still angry, still wanting to dance with this person shattering her heart. "Aren't you?"

"I won't say any of those things," Yuffie said, shaking her head. "I will not. Your feelings are young and wild and don't quite know themselves yet. But they are just as real and valid as the feelings of someone who's been in love for years. Your feelings are real, and precious, and important, and I refuse to belittle them."

"Yuffie... Why are you so perfect?" More tears fell, just as her friends arrived.

"What's wrong, Terra?" Leon asked.

"Can you get her some water?" Yuffie asked. "Hikari, Cid, Luneth, you guys go sit down with her, okay?" The children nodded and led their friend to one of the many steel picnic tables lining the side walls.

"You okay?" Hikari asked. Terra simply shook her head and brought it down to the table.

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"You really do look great," Cloud smiled at Vincent as he watched his wife's handiwork. Tifa was brushing and styling his ebony hair, which she had just rinsed in the bathroom sink. It was quite a lot of work.

"Thank you," he nodded.

"Don't move your head," Tifa said for the fourth time.

"Sorry."

"Don't get mad at me for this," Cloud started slowly. "I know you're older than me. But somehow, in this moment, I feel like I'm looking at a younger brother."

"That's acceptable."

"What?" Tifa scoffed. "His is acceptable, but Mama Tifa isn't? This is an outrage! Accept Mama Tifa's love, Vincent! Accept it!"

"Brother is acceptable," he said. "Mother is not. If anything, you're like my sister."

"I'm like a sister to you?" She beamed, shedding a tear. "That's so sweet! Thank you."

"Well, you are always protecting all of us, looking out for the group."

"Like a mother, right?" TIfa shook him by the shoulders. "Like a mother, right, Vincent?!"

"I thought my head wasn't supposed to move."

"I can fix it!"

"Do you remember your mother, Vincent?" Cloud asked with a smile, which quickly turned upside-down when he saw Vincent silently shedding tears. "Oh, gods, I'm so sorry." He dabbed at the tears with a tissue. "I didn't mean to bring up any old pain or anything."

"..."

"You don't have to talk about it. Let's talk about something else!"

"...I remember her. Just barely. It was very long ago. She always smelled of bread and sweet seasonings. She was a very happy person... I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"You're gonna have a great time tonight," Cloud said, changing the subject immediately. "You'll see the woman of your dreams... Maybe dance a bit? Can you dance?"

"I can. I just don't."

"If you don't dance with Yuffie, I'll punch you," Tifa said.

"Okay, you really don't want a Tifa punch," Cloud assured him. "You could end up in the hospital. Or worse."

"You both know that I can't. She has to keep up appearances. I'll talk to her as much as I can. We'll have plenty of time with each other after the party."

"Just be safe about it."

"We are nowhere near that threshold," he said, cheeks burning.

"That's not what I heard the other day," Tifa said, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Vincent immediately stood up.

"I'm leaving."

"Well, it's a good thing your hair is done. Take a look."

"Do you... Do you think she...?"

"She'll love it. I mean, I did a good job, but she'll love it because it's you. Now, I've gotta get going, I'm supposed to perform. Cloud, could you...?"

"I'll get him there," her husband nodded. She gave him a quick kiss, headed for the door, then came back for two more before finally leaving. "Ahh... I love her so much."

"What is it like?"

"Hm? You mean, married life?" Vincent nodded. "Well... You live together, for one. No, no, that wasn't a change, we lived together for a while before we got married. Um..."

"You don't know?"

"I'm thinking about it. Well... you live for someone else instead of just you. Which is weird... But you get used to it eventually. Ah! Instead of making decisions... You talk to each other about it, then make the decision."

"Is that all?"

"...It's all I can think of," he admitted, laughing. "I don't think about these things, this is just my life now. I was in love with Tifa ever since we were kids, and... now, somehow, I'm her husband. It's amazing, but... There it is."

"I don't know if I could handle living for someone else, even as much as I love Yuffie... Maybe in a few years, I'll think differently."

"I know you guys can handle it, when you're ready," Cloud nodded. "Now come on, let's get you into that suit."

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"Ladies, gentleman, beautiful non-binary babes of all ages..." This received a few laughs and happy shouts from the audience. "I now present our next talent, Tifa Lockhart." Loud applause. Tifa bowed low several times on her way to the grand piano, her black and silver dress flowing behind her. She ran her hand along the tail before taking a seat, wriggling her fingers.

"Thank you so much," she smiled into the microphone. "I hope you guys don't mind if I warm up with something slow." More cheers. "Thank you." She set to work playing a song, slow and sweet and comforting.

"Where have I heard this song before...?" Little Cid scratched his chin.

"Finally made it," Yamato sighed as he approached the children sitting at their picnic table. "Oh..." When he saw Terra crying, he pulled a cloth from his sleeve and dabbed at her tears.

"Hi, Yamato," she said, not taking her eyes off of Yuffie, who was still standing on her own, now smiling up at her friend playing the piano.

"...You told her, didn't you?" She nodded. "I had a feeling you would." He sat down beside her and patted her on the back.

"You're braver than me," Leon said. "I could never say it in a million years." No one knew quite what to say anymore, and they passed a few minutes in silence.

"Saying that you'll both get over her someday, won't help right now, will it?" Yamato asked with a grimace. They both shook their heads.

"She's so perfect," Terra sighed, blowing her nose on Yamato's handkerchief. "If she was going to turn me down, I wanted her to squash me like a bug and get it over with. But she did the exact opposite. I'm in love with her... But she'll never see me as anything but a kid."

"I don't think that's true. I think she sees you as a friend."

"That's not helping, either, Yamato!" She sank her head to the table once more, and he rubbed her back.

"I'm sorry, honey."

"She never even looked at my dress. She usually calls me 'gorgeous' and..." She trailed off, shaking her head. She didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Well, I think you're gorgeous," Hikari spoke up. They were sitting on the table itself, their feet propped up on the bench. Terra lifted her head to look up at them.

"...What?"

"You heard me."

"All blubbery and gross and red in the face from crying...?"

"Yes," they nodded. "You're drop dead gorgeous. And I'm not perfect, or an Empress, or a world-renowned hero... But I'm here."

"Well..."

"And I wanna dance with you," Hikari added, jumping off of the table and straightening up the collar of their dress shirt. They glanced at the stage as Tifa's first song ended. After a short pause, she began another, with a slow and steady rhythm.. "This song isn't my style, but I have a feeling I'm not exactly your style either. But I'm willing to not let that stop me, if you are." They reached out a hand. "What do you say? Better than crying all night." She couldn't help but laugh, and rose to her feet, taking their hand.

"Sure, I can give it a shot."

"I... I wish you could swim...

Like the dolphins... Like dolphins can swim.

Though nothing, nothing will keep us together,

we can beat them, forever and ever.

Oh, we can be heroes, just for one day."

"How are they so smooth?" Leon asked, staring at Hikari as they stepped onto the dance floor hand-in-hand with Terra. "They just swooped in right under my nose... It's the blue hair, right? Yamato, tell me it's the blue hair. I'm dying my hair purple first thing tomorrow."

"Let it go," Luneth sighed, knocking back an apple juice and rising from his seat. "You never had a chance, she doesn't like you."

"Oh yeah? What do you know about it? You're only eleven!"

"At least I'm not emotionally stunted," the small boy shrugged. "C'mon, Cid, let's dance."

"Sure!" The brown-haired boy followed his silver-haired friend onto the dance floor, and Leon stared after them as well.

"Yamato...?"

"I'm not dancing tonight, kiddo," the man shook his head. "Why don't you go find someone? Plenty of wallflowers. I'm sure some of 'em want to dance with somebody."

"Any advice?" Yamato thought for a moment.

"Be yourself."

"Think anyone will like 'myself'?" The man shrugged at this.

"Me and Yuffie do. We think you're great. Then again, we like you as-"

"A kid," Leon nodded.

"A young adult," Yamato corrected. This set a smile and blush on the teen's face.

"Thank you for that, Yamato. You really are the best."

"Don't I know it!"

"I... I can remember... standing... by the wall.

When the guns shot above our heads.

And we kissed... as though nothing could fall.

And the shame... was on the other side.

Oh, we can beat them, forever and ever.

We could be heroes... just for one day."

"You're pretty good," Terra said, lightly clutching the back of Hikari's shirt. "Where'd you learn to dance?"

"My mom," they said, twirling her around as the song came to an end. "She likes to put on love songs and dance with the whole family. Apparently something she's done since she was a little kid."

"That's cute."

"What about you?"

"I took lessons," she shrugged. "Kinda boring, huh?"

"Why is that boring? You learned how to do it. And you're very talented."

"Thanks," Terra laughed, cheeks turning red.

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"Yuffie?"

"Huh? Oh, Reeve," Yuffie smiled at the man, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo. "Sorry, I didn't notice you."

"Still waiting on him?"

"I'd like it if he showed up," she nodded. "Cloud sent me a message saying he's been released, but I haven't heard anything else..."

"I'm sure he'll be here," he smiled.

"Do you know something...?"

"What? No, oh, no, I... I'm going to grab some food. See you later!"

"Reeve..." She glared at him, but he didn't hear her over the sound of applause ringing through the event center.

"Thank you, everyone," Tifa spoke into the microphone as she stretched her hands and wrists. "Thank you so much. This next one is for a few friends of mine..." She rested her hands on the keys once more, playing a few notes that eventually built up to a tune.

Yuffie spun around; she thought she had seen his face, but the crowd was packed rather densely, and it was hard to tell. She stared a moment before lowering her gaze once more.

"Whenever sang my songs,

on the stage, on my own.

Whenever sang my words,

wishing they would be heard.

I saw you smiling at me. Was it real or just my fantasy?

You'd always be there in the corner of this tiny little bar."

"Yuffie." A tap on her shoulder. She spun around and glared at her blond friend, who was wearing the biggest smile.

"Cloud! This isn't the best time."

"Waiting for someone?"

"You know I am," she growled under her breath.

"He'll be here," he said, before walking off.

"What do you know?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Liar!"

She thought she saw him again, in the group Cloud was running off toward, but no - it was someone else. She turned back around...

"Darling, so there you are, with that look on your face.

As if you're never hurt. As if you're never down.

Shall I be the one for you? Who pinches you softly but sure.

If frown is shown then, I will know that you are no dreamer."

And there he was.

She ran.

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The flowers she was holding on to were dropped, forgotten, to the floor. She dove into him, throwing her arms around his neck, and kissed him. A "Hello" kiss. A "You kept me waiting far too long" kiss. A "Damn the consequences" kiss. The city gasped collectively. She didn't care. She held on. He wrapped his arms around her, knowing it was too late to save face now. And they were bathed in the lights of photos and videos being taken all around them. Tifa did not stop playing.

"So let me come to you,

close as I wanna be.

Close enough for me

to feel your heart beating fast.

And stay there as I whisper,

how I love your peaceful eyes on me.

Did you ever know, that I had mine on you?

Darling, so share with me, your love if you have enough.

Tears if you're holding back. Or pain if that's what it is.

How can I let you know? I'm more than the dress and the voice.

Just reach me out and you will know that you are not dreaming."

"Yuffie..."

"Shhh."

"Do you know what you just did? Do you have any idea?"

"I don't care."

"It's not like I was dying or anything; you visited me in the hospital."

"Stop ruining the moment!" He smiled, burying his face in her shoulder.

"Very well... I hope you accept this apology." He pressed his lips against hers, and the gasping of the crowd turned to excited shouts. He could feel Yuffie's smile. "You're loving every bit of this, aren't you?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. "You look amazing, by the way."

"I could say the same for you. That dress definitely isn't your style, but you make it work so well. It seems our friends picked out matching outfits without telling us."

"Yeah... Bunch o' schemers..."

"You're one to talk."

"Shut it!"

"I'm sorry," he laughed. "I'm sorry. Kiss me. Please. Kiss me until the sky falls down." Yuffie pressed her lips against his, but withdrew just as quickly.

"I wanna dance," she said as Tifa started up the next song. "Dance with me."

And he did.

[ ~ One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ ]

[ One more to go! Can't believe I actually kept going so far with this little project. Thanks to anyone who reads it! ]

[punkscowardschampions]

Buster & Rio

Buster: I can hear Nancy crying Buster: Mum and dad are between here and London somewhere Rio: Oh no Rio: I'd leave her to it Rio: I could text her to put out feelers but, she probably won't be ready to talk to anyone Rio: maybe just put a brew on in a few ☕ Buster: Yeah Buster: If I want it thrown at my head Rio: Who's offended by a cup of tea Rio: don't need to offer a digestive and a chat with it, like Buster: Anyone who knows me 'cause when have I ever offered Buster: She's not an idiot Buster: Even if she reckons she can get away with pretending I don't hear her Rio: Alright Rio: probably do pretend then, if that's what she wants Buster: Or just kick the door in, how I want Rio: She'll talk to Junior if there's anything drastic, trust me Rio: they talk about everything Buster: Come over Buster: She'll talk to you Rio: Be a bit suspect, like hey heard you were in your feelings Rio: she wouldn't like to think you're talking about her Buster: Fuck that Buster: Someone needs to Buster: Something's up, obviously Rio: Buster Rio: it's alright Rio: she'll talk about it when she wants to Rio: she's not an idiot, yeah? if it was serious she'd reach out Buster: No she wouldn't Buster: She never does Buster: Come on Rio: Neither would you Rio: but would you be alright if everyone just rolled up on you, even with good intentions Rio: just hang tight, yeah Buster: We aren't talking about me Rio: No but Rio: I've text her, okay Rio: I'll let you know Buster: Will you, or will I have to make you tell me like usual Rio: I'll tell you Rio: We aren't talking about me Buster: Fine Rio: Don't worry, yeah? Buster: I ain't Rio: You are Rio: or why would you be talking to me rn Buster: 'Cause Buster: I knew you'd know what to do Rio: Yeah, well, had enough experience by now Rio: sorry there's not much you can do Buster: Not like she wants me to anyway Buster: So whatever Rio: Be weird if she did on this one Rio: gotta sort that kinda thing yourself Buster: Yeah Buster: Come over then. Not for her Rio: I can't Buster: I can lock my door too, like Buster: She's not gonna see you Rio: You can still hear her though, so she'd hear me Buster: I'll drive us somewhere else then Rio: You've changed your mind then Buster: What? Rio: Now you want to, we're just gonna forget it happened, yeah? Buster: Do you wanna sort this or not? Rio: Yeah Rio: So, tell me what we're doing Buster: I don't know, we'll just find somewhere to go, like Rio: Right, are you planning on talking when we get there or what? Buster: Are you? Rio: I'm trying to talk to you now, like Buster: Like it's rocket science Buster: Do you love me or don't you? Rio: Why do I have to be the one to put myself out there Rio: I said it first before, you know Buster: Yeah? Buster: I didn't know Rio: No Rio: Well, I did Buster: Alright. Did you mean it? Rio: Are you gonna stop if I get it wrong? Buster: Rio Buster: Just tell me the truth Rio: Of course I meant it Buster: Seriously Rio: Please don't take the piss out of me right now Rio: Yes, seriously Buster: I'm not Buster: It's just a headfuck Rio: Trust me, I know Rio: I didn't intend for it to happen Buster: I know, but it did Rio: Sorry about it, like Rio: it isn't ideal for me either really Buster: I never said I was sorry Rio: Didn't need to Rio: literally ran away Rio: get it, like but Buster: Fuck off Buster: I was surprised, don't get offended, like Rio: That's putting it lightly Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: Besides the point now Rio: but there you go Buster: It's not Buster: Jesus I'm trying here Rio: You don't have to say anything but Rio: I ain't gonna sit here and pour my heart out for no reason, like Buster: Don't be an idiot Rio: Don't call me an idiot Buster: Don't act like one Buster: I already told you I'm not sorry and I meant what I said Buster: I fucking love you, alright? Rio: I swear to God if you're just saying that 'cos I did.. Buster: Fuck you Buster: I love you Rio: You're such an idiot Rio: but I love you Buster: I must be 'cause I've never said it before and now I've said it Christ knows how many times to you Rio: just the three, if you're worried about your score Rio: you've never said it before? Buster: No Buster: Why would I? Rio: I dunno, thought you would've had at least one proper girlfriend Buster: Shut up Buster: I don't do girlfriends Rio: Should've guessed Rio: not keeping that close an eye on your love life before 😜 Buster: Could've fooled me Buster: You're usually such a know it all Buster: And obsessed with me, like Rio: You shut up Rio: insufferable, honestly Buster: Make me Rio: Are you still coming to get me Rio: 'cos I will Buster: Yeah Buster: I've missed you Rio: Me too Rio: sorry I fucked up your plans Rio: did you still go Buster: Don't Buster: I fucked them up Buster: I nearly called you so many times, I'm sorry Rio: It's alright I wouldn't have even been mad if you didn't Rio: just don't stop talking to me again, okay Rio: whatever you wanna say Buster: I won't Buster: Promise Rio: Good Buster: Let's get a room, yeah? No chance of the Spanish weather but it'll still be hot Rio: Okay 😍 Rio: Did I mention I missed you? Buster: Yeah but say it again Rio: I really fucking missed you Buster: How long do you need to be ready to go? Rio: I want to tell you to come now 'cos I want you Rio: but actually, look a state so Rio: give me half an hour to sort this Buster: I'll be right here Buster: I just promised not to stop chatting to you, like Rio: You're alright 😂 not demanding constant and total attention literal 😉 Rio: but I like it Buster: No takebacks, Cavante. A promise is a promise Buster: If you wanted to dictate terms you should've sooner Rio: Love it when you talk law Rio: such a nerd Buster: Fuck off Buster: You're a nerd Rio: Ha very mature 😂 not to mention how Buster: Well, maybe I wanna go back to when we were kids Buster: Do it all again Rio: Baby Rio: You're so cute Buster: You're beautiful Rio: You're gonna kill me Buster: I haven't even started yet, babe Rio: Yeah? Buster: I'm not just taking you to a hotel for the parallel Buster: We're gonna need that Do Not Disturb sign Rio: You know Rio: especially 'cos I gotta keep telling you how much I missed you and you can't stop chatting Rio: up all night 😏 sorry about it Buster: Especially 'cause I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue until you tell me how me how much you love me Buster: If we're up all night that'll be your fault Rio: 😫 Rio: DADDY Rio: Definitely all your fault but I'll figure out a way to get payback Buster: Yeah? Buster: We'll see Rio: You will Rio: just for you Buster: You spoil me, babe Rio: Only what you deserve Buster: You usually make me earn it Buster: You've really missed me, yeah? Rio: Too much Rio: It ain't even funny how long it felt Buster: I won't laugh at you Buster: Or do that again Rio: I thought that was it Buster: I'm sorry Rio: It ain't so you don't have to be Buster: But I am Buster: I hate when you're upset Rio: I'm happy now Rio: you make me so happy baby Buster: Good Buster: Hearing Nance set me off thinking about you Rio: You're so good Rio: wish you'd let people see Buster: I'm not Buster: But I wanna be for you Rio: Are too Buster: Shut up Buster: Are you ready yet or what? Rio: So impatient Rio: unaccounting for the levels of tragic, moping 'round my house like a teen all over again Buster: You reckon you've seen me impatient, but it'll be nothing compared to when I get you in the car Rio: What I'm secretly hoping for 😈 Buster: Don't keep it secret Buster: I wanna hear all about it Rio: I just wanna feel exactly how hard you've missed me Buster: You will Rio: Don't pull up to the house though, I'll come to the top of the lane Rio: unless you wanna have an improtu catch up with the fam 🙄 Buster: As much as I'd not have to drive this turned on, I'd rather not have them kill the mood for me Rio: honestly Rio: or have to think up a decent excuse why you're even picking me up Buster: I mean, I've already thrown my sister under the bus to start a convo with you, like Rio: I know you care too, babe Rio: At the dangerous point of horny where I basically don't care Rio: sorry lads Rio: you've all seen him, don't act surprised Buster: Keep my secrets, babe Buster: Me too Buster: And it's always gonna be more dangerous for me Rio: 'Course Rio: why's that then? Buster: I know I only have to look at you to see how much you want me but nobody else needs to be in the know whereas anyone can literally see how hard you make me Buster: Playing with unfair odds here, like Rio: Awh baby 😂 Rio: I'd bring it up with God for you but we ain't on speaking terms now Buster: If you wanna talk to yourself don't feel the need to do it on my behalf, babe 😂 Buster: While you're there ask Santa what he's bringing us Rio: Oi Rio: Already shaken my faith don't be cheeky Buster: Answered your prayers you mean Rio: Yeah, obviously, you in a groupchat with my priest or what? Rio: in confessional like, what was that? slow down, gotta type it out Buster: If there's a god you should believe in it's me for how often I can make you cum Buster: He's not making you feel that good, is he Rio: That is blasphemy Rio: as well as unnecessary advice Rio: I'm already there, like Buster: Yeah? Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause you know I'll worship you anytime, like Rio: ANY time, yeah? Rio: Good to know Buster: 'Course Buster: Not some fucking amateur that you've fallen for here Rio: Thank God Rio: oops, there I go again Buster: 😏 Buster: I have that effect, he'll understand, forgiving sort so I've heard Rio: Idiot Rio: Better start 🙏 he is Buster: I'd rather wait until I'm with you to get on my knees Buster: More worthwhile, like Rio: 😳 Rio: Not going to complain Rio: you know I only want you to get down on 'em for me really Buster: God's a bit free with his love, ain't he? Not gonna work for me as a jealous type Rio: Well he is love Rio: it's complicated Rio: stick with me Rio: even I ain't that much of a headfuck Buster: 😂 Buster: And I don't need to be in competition for favourite son, cheers Rio: When's the last time YOU died for our sins, babe? Rio: Sort it out Buster: The French call an orgasm a little death so Buster: Died for yours plenty of times Rio: Full of useful information, you 🤓 Rio: so dramatic Rio: the french, and you, like Buster: What can I say? That's the kind of education you've just gotta pay for Buster: And you love it Rio: Investment worth having, clearly 😜 Rio: Maybe Buster: You'll see when I'm investing my 💰💰💰 Buster: Really love me then Rio: Why else would I be here? 😏🙄 Buster: Exactly Rio: More palatable story, lbr Rio: in it for the 💳 duh Buster: Until someone questions why you ain't just with my dad, like Rio: Duh, so loyal Rio: him, not me Buster: 😂 Rio: also not drew about things, like 😬 Buster: At least he's blocked now so I don't have to smash his face in Rio: Seriously Rio: he was so creepy Buster: is Buster: You know he ain't changed just 'cause he's being denied seeing your posts Rio: Nah, 'course Rio: Just think, he was probably pissed at the pub, can't be as bad as I remember it Buster: Babe Buster: Don't start Rio: I don't wanna start drama, that's the thing Buster: Fuck that Buster: You know if he tries to start any more I'll finish it Buster: I swear to you Rio: Well, I'm sure he won't so let's not think about it Buster: Normally I'd argue but all my focus is on you right now anyway Buster: I can't think about anything or anybody else Rio: Not gonna apologise for it Buster: I don't need you to Buster: Just tell me you're ready to be picked up Rio: 👍 Rio: Been ready AGES what you talkin' about Buster: 🙄 Buster: Well, I'm nearly there and I don't see you, babe Rio: 🙊 Rio: Putting my shoes on, honest Buster: 'Course Buster: Anyone would think you'd wanna get us caught or me ending up with a worse fate leaving me and this car hanging around the 24 Rio: Well, if you're gonna be rude about my ends 🖕 Rio: good 🍀 to yas Rio: 😂 Buster: Hilarious Rio: Be nice or I'm not coming out to play Buster: I just complimented your sense of humor Buster: That is nice Rio: Hmm Rio: Say it like you mean it, babe Buster: Come out and I'll be even nicer Buster: I mean that Rio: 🤤 Rio: These shoes are not made for running but I need the height Buster: How far have you got? I'll carry you Rio: SHUT UP I'D DIE Buster: I'm not gonna drop you, baby Buster: You'd be fine Rio: I MEAN I'D MELT STOP Buster: That's not giving me much incentive to stop Rio: I just Rio: how'd you get so cute seriously Buster: Genetics Rio: Nah Rio: I mean, obviously Rio: but how you are Rio: and you've not had a girlfriend, why?? Rio: denying the world Buster: I'm how I am 'cause of you Buster: Shame you can't take the credit, like but Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Rio: also, I see you Buster: Good Buster: Get in the car Rio: If I make you ask one more time do you promise to be extra not nice? Buster: Well, I was about to say please but Rio: Good to know I can push you further baby Buster: Come and do it then Buster: I need you to Rio: 💋