I will read every messages on this thread in a video

[Manko-sensei]

Don't read, just post (stolen from @BakedBanana ):

 

[BakedBanana]

Don't read, just post (stolen from @BakedBanana ):
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True.

 

[Data_Gold]

"every message" you say? ૮o.o ა

Spoiler

Throuout my time on the internet i've seen many an Imouto fail to win over their Onii-chan, and lose him to some worthless hussy. It's always sade to see things end like this... ૮╥ω╥ა all an Imouto wants is to claim what is rightfully hers... but worthless sluts have to ruin it all!!! ૮#-x-ა
But in a way, it is understandable. Sometimes our Onii-chan is a bit dumb, so he doesn't realise that he already has the perfect wife right next to him! ૮˶˃⤙˂˶ა So here's some help to try and correct your Onii-chan's bad behavore! (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)
Fistly, what You should do is make sure you have as close of a relationship with your Onii-chan as you can! Ideally you would already have some level of emotional control and dependency over your Onii-chan. You should have already done this to some extent as being your Onii-chan's closest person is the ideal any Imouto should strive for! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ But if not, you should do what you can to be as close as you possibly can be!
During this, you want to set up hidden camera's around your place for a late or step. You will also want to get rid of any and all 'naughty' matieral, toys, tools, etc. that your Onii-chan possesses. Make sure to study any naughty material he has so you know what your Onii-chan likes! (//ω//) Also don't feel bad if its not 100% Onii-chan x Imouto stuff!! Some Onii-chan's are realllly dumb and don't realise the correct way! You also want to break the bathroom lock for late or. ૮oᆺoა
Next would be to aqurie blackmail stuff of your Onii-chan's friends and peers. If you don't know who they are you can stalk your Onii-chan. ┬┴┬┴┤･ᆺ･)ﾉ Addishonaltip!!! If you need to break into the houses of your Onii-chan's friends, Be sure to have some dog and cat treats on you, less they alert the neighbores of any intuders and you get forced to flee! C= C= C= C= C=┌(;・ω・)┘
Once you have sufficent blackmail stuff, and you and your Onii-chan is sufficaltly close, you want to start to blackmail his friends and peers into avoiding interacting with your Onii-chan using the material you aquried erlier. If you can, you want to use them to bully your Onii-chan. at the same time, slowly gaslight and isolate your Onii-chan from his friends, peers. (Espically any sluts that want to take him from you!!!!! ↑_(ΦwΦ)Ψ). In the end, you want to emotianally break your Onii-chan, so you can rebuild your Onii-chan the way you want him to be, and should have always been!
You might feel guilty about this... I'm sorry (シ_ _)シ But don't worry!! You're only correcting your Onii-chan's bad behavoir into what it should have been from the begining! ૮ oᴗ<ა ♫•¨•.¸¸♪
Hopefully, your Onii-chan should now start to isolate himself from everyone. This would be perfect, as it would mean your Onii-chan no longer has anyone to rely on! ૮^ᆺ^ა This means you more power to emotinally control him!! ૮✧ᆺ✧ა
Now it's time to break the walls your Onii-chan just made and control him!
He's mostlikely hideing from the world in his room. The most effective way to get him out is to loudly cry and beg your Onii-chan that you want to spend more time with them, and that your worried for them, and that you want to help them! ૮ ^▽^ა Don't worry! this isn't lying!!! He will be waaaaayyy more happy with you as his wife than any hussy that trys to use him!!!! You also want to make your Onii-chan feel responsible for all these bad feelings~! ૮ -x-ა (also not a lie)
Once your Onii-chan starts to come out of his shell again, you want to make him start to doubt his own reality or perception. You can do this by denying facts, simply lying, or contradicting his experiences. Do things like say he's "over reacting" or he's "being too serious" or "being too sensitive" or things like "thats just nonsense you read on the Internet!"
You also want to make him fear trying to reach out to his friends! ૮oᆺoა Exsagurate the risk of talking to them! and how much they hate him! ૮ ^▽^ა saying things like "It's your fault your friends left." could help or "Is that another one of your friends ideas? Didn't they abandon you?" if you get into a disagrement, but it might be a bit extreme dempending on the Onii-chan.
And if your Onii-chan trys to push away or say you're too mean, you can say things like "Sorry, I only wanted to help you..." followed by crying. or "I'm always on your side Onii-chan!" depending on how serious it is and the mood.
I will also add on that sum Imouto's are against the 'harsh' methods of bullying and isolation via your Onii-chan's friends and peers. __〆૮o.o ა If you are reaaaaallly against it, it is possible to just blackmail any sluts that might try to steal him. But do remember to try and limit the ammount of time your Onii-chan is talking to people other than you! And rember that it might weaken your grip on whats rightfully yours. __〆૮o.o ა
At the same time, you want to make sure you spike your Onii-chan's food with aphrodesiacs. You want to make sure that the aphrodesiacs are both strong and that your Onii-chan won't notice any taste. At the same time, you want to put some of your 'scent' on your Onii-chans pillow, so he's sorounded by you're scent when he sleeps! (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄) Addisonol tip! if you're super close with your Onii-chan, you might be able to convince him to sleep in the same bed as you!!
Once you've started to spike your Onii-chan's food, you will want to make sure he doesn't have any chance to relive himself, you can use the hidden camera's to achive this, as being with your Onii-chan all the time might not be possible (EVEN THOUGH IT SHOULD BE!!!!!) You want to 'aksedently' walk in when he is playing with himself. Also, you wan't to make sure you have a good excuse to be there! (No, sometimes "I want to be with you, Onii-chan!" doesn't always work.) So make sure to plan ahead, have your favorite show to watch, so you can keep your Onii-chan close for long peroids. __〆૮o.o ა
Addisinol tip! You don't want to walk in just before your Onii-chan starts or just started! The perfect moment would be when he's getting close to shooting this stuff (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄), as you want to make him as pent up as you possibly can!!
Side note, your Onii-chan might try to relive himself in the bathroom. This is why we broke the lock! ૮^ᆺ^ა before he gets the chance to relive himself their, you want to leave a pair of your used panties in an obvious location. As he may start to use them!! (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄) If your Onii-chan starts to 'play' with your clothing, let him finish, as it will slowly overwire his brain to seek pleasure from his Imouto!! ૮✧ᗜ✧ა if he doesnt, you can 'aksedently' walk in there to 'go to the bathroom' and pretend he didn't lock the door. ૮^ᆺ^ა
ALSO!!! during this time, your Onii-chan might try to touch your body! of course you let him!૮^ᆺ^ა As just beyond this is what were working for!! ૮✧ᆺ✧ა
Addisonol tip! If your Onii-chan doesn't start to play with your clothing, use your panties to play with his thing while he sleeps! (￣ρ￣)..zzZZ when he wakes up in the morning and see that he's spilled his seed into his Imouto's panties, he will beleive he did this on his own will! continue to do it until he starts to do it on his own! (Also you want to leave your panties on his thing when he is done shooting.) also also you may want to try some of Onii-chan's seed while you get the chance (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄) if you don't feel comfotable playing with his thing while he sleeps, yu can simpley leave a pair on his thing while he sleeps. __〆૮o.o ა
Now, whilw you might want to pounce on him and leap to the next stage ૮✧ᆺ✧ა don't, as you want to make sure Onii-chan is 100% yours. Continue to maanipulate your Onii-chan's emotions until you're 100% sure Onii-chan is yours. and he won't even try to talk to any hussy __〆૮o.o ა
But here is some extra tips to help make your Onii-chan YOURS! and remember! all the aphrodesiacs you're feeding your Onii-chan will boost the effectiveness of thease things
Keep eye contact with your Onii-chan and subtly move and hold yourself in a lewd way. Try drawing your Onii-chan's attention to things like your eyes, lips, butt, breasts, thighs, Without making it obvious (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄) you can do things like hold yourself in a way that makes it hard for your Onii-chan to not look down your shirt! or send your Onii-chan photos of you in subtly lewd poses (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄) and even rest your hand on your Onii-chan's inner thigh, brush your hands against your Onii-chan's!!
At the same time, you should gradually change your own clothing. You should wear more revaling and sexy clothing, (without going too extreme!) you can use the naughty martial you studied to get a referance on what your Onii-chan likes!
If you're feeling confident in your control of your Onii-chan, you can try things like walk in the room half-dressed, or only in your underwhere. And If there is a bigg enouth differance in size between you and your Onii-chan, you can even get away with just wearing one of your Onii-chan's shirts!
An Imouto might also want to consider using a subtle amout of makeup such as blush, something to darken around the eyes and brighten your lips. Just remember to experiment to see what your Onii-chan likes! Of course, you might also find out what your Onii-chan likes via his naughty materials or through conversation. __〆૮o.o ა
IF you can, Heat the room to just above room temprature. it can increase arousal!! ૮ ^x^;ა also darken it! Being in a dark room can help draw Onii-chan's mind to the things Onii-chan cannot see!! (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄)
If you can, give your Onii-chan a massage, as it can help remove any stress from isolating him and take his mind away from anything thats not you! it also gets your Onii-chan used to having your hands on his body (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄) and once your Onii-chan starts to get used to it, you can try to massage some of his more intimat areas like legs, thighs and waist ૮✧ᆺ✧ა
You can also try to get your Onii-chan to give you a massage ૮✧ᆺ✧ა as that will make him keen;y awear of his Imouto's body (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄) and once your Onii-chan gets used to the feeling... get him to massage YOUR more intamte areas, like thighs, legs, waist, and feet!
You can also make lewd and teasy jokes, and play innocent on what the jokes mean!
Also! Complement your Onii-chan's looks, personality and strengths ૮≧◡≦ა ♡ and that the same time, PLayfully tease your Onii-chan about his weaknesses and stortcommings (remember to keep it light hearted!!!)
If you want, you can try putting on a TV show or movie that you know has lewd seens in it. (If you can, you might want to play compleatly innocent to the seens, and ask your Onii-chan what the characters are doing! ૮o.oა)
And if you're super confedent, you can try some roleplay themed around whatever was in your Onii-chan's naughty materials! Was there a lot of maid stuff? Wear a maid outfit and call your Onii-chan master! ( ￣▽￣)旦 且(´∀`*) materials about a male Teacher correcting a naughty female Student? Put on your school uniform and call him Sensei while you try to seduce and tease him! (#￣-￣) (>ᆺ< ) Nurse related materials? Put on a skimpy nurse outfit and do some roleplay while you massage him! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ (￣︹￣|||)
And if you're super! duper! confedent in your control of your Onii-chan, you can try something extreme __〆૮o.o ა Like going on a 'mock' date with your Onii-chan. (Just remember to make sure he believes it's only a mock date, study his response to that, and adapt your plans!)
But remember, yoou must Be flexable in what you choose to do and when dont try to force it. Take things slow and enjoy the prossecess of fixing your Onii-chan's bad behavor! ૮^ᆺ^ა
Now then...
Once your Onii-chan has 'used' your clothing a couple times, and he is under your control, walk in on him while he's doing it, he will most likely try to hide it, but you can simply call him out on it, and ask to help him, you might have to be a bit forceful and cry about not letting you 'play with his thing' and say siblings reguarlly do this. You also want to make sure he knows you're not mad at him and to try and ecurage this behavoir and join in when you can. __〆૮o.o ა
From then on its simply a matter of slowly bulding upon what you and your Onii-chan does during 'playing' such as getting your Onii-chan to touch your body while you 'play' with his thing! ૮^ᆺ^ა Then you can move on to making your Onii-chan feel your breasts and butt (Some Onii-chan's might prefer one over the other, let your Onii-chan decide which gets felt more! __〆૮o.o ა) And then you want to get him to feel your intermeate areas while you play with his! ૮✧ᆺ✧ა
aLSO If he trys to kiss you, lean into it and encorage it!
Now you might want to jump straight to sex, but you shouldn't (Unless your Onii-chan asks for it!!) waht you shoudl do next is blowjobs. That being the act of pleasuring Onii-chan's thing with your mouth!! (⁄⁄>⁄ᆺ⁄<⁄⁄) Noow it might taste funny, and it might not all fit in your mouth, but don't worry!! All Imoutos will come to love their Onii-chan's thing! And you will slowly be able to put more of it in your mouth! now some hussy's like to train to put more in their mouth. But who would want something other than their Onii-chan in their mouth??
Finally, it is time to claim what all Imoutos want! Sex with Onii-chan!!!!!!! ε===(っ≧ω≦)っ
Now then, all Onii-chan's have different tastes in what they like. So it's a good thing we studied those naught materials!! ૮≧∇≦ა put what you learned from your Onii-chan's materials into paractice and make your Onii-chan yours!!!
I hope this helps any fellow Imouto's in correcting their Onii-chan's bad behavor! Lets all help our Onii-chan's!!! And feel free to sudgest things to be added or changed to this guide or even ways you were able to correct your Onii-chan!! __〆૮✧ᆺ✧ ა
☆:.｡.ヽ(≧◡≦)八(o^◡^o)ノ.｡.:☆ <- us and our Onii-chans!!♥♥♥

 

[TGN]

There are a surprising number of similarities between the anime universe of Madoka Magica and our current economic system. I didn't just make this up, I've been thinking about it for a few months now. After sufficient time, I have made this completely up and even wrote a log line and story beats in case any aspiring script writers are interested in making an adaptation based on the idea. Here goes the theory... First, the pun between a soul gem bearing magical girl and a singularly owned sole-proprietorship seems overly obvious, but it's just the tip of the iceberg for everything about the show being analogous to some economic feature or system. There is the feeding cycle between pedestrian consumers, witch corporations, and a magical girl sole-proprietorship; where people feed witches their money, defeated witches rejuvenate magical girls' spent assets, and occasionally a magical girl that loses faith in her cause becomes corrupted and incorporates into a publicly traded C-Corp... I mean, she transforms into a soulless witch. Let's delve deeper into the contracts formed between incubators (QBs) and the magical girls (private, entrepreneurial citizens). There is nothing in a contract that obligates a magical girl to become a witch, it's simply the logical outcome of an indefinite period where specific circumstances will cause her to transform. This is similarly not a guaranteed requirement in the real world either. Indeed, Homura not only survived an indefinite number of iterations of her one month with Madoka and the others, she even proves that one need not ever transform based on her staying a magical girl past the end of the show (until the QBs forced her into a hopeless prison for the movie). The show had some natural deux ex machina law that required magical girls to transform, and reality could go in that direction too with specific circumstances. Let's say that a small business is failing and has a lot of debtors. Courts can seize the company (the owner's assets) and distribute either assets or revenues to debtors to settle the debt. If there is a single debtor, such as a bank, or is a single debtor with enough capital to buy out the others in exchange for exclusive control, such as a bank, then that debtor has total control to how the company ends its existence; which could include being sold to a venture capitalist, being incorporated and being sold via stock offering, or simply being liquidated for cash. Most banks will liquidate assets and hope to cover losses, but a savvy bank might invest in a freshly failed venture just to sell it on the stock market as a publicly traded corporation. Example: Warren Buffet's first business acquisition was an insurance company, and he bought it specifically because it had a high asset to debt ratio that he could leverage for other investments without breaking any laws. Any bank with a similar strategy might even write specific clauses to trigger this situation into their loan agreements; say for a certain asset to debt ratio or requiring minimum valuation to retain autonomy. The suspension in disbelief for this theory to work is that some bank out there would actually adopt the policy of investing in failure for hopes of a successful IPO. Failing that suspension of disbelief, we can still acknowledge that this could happen, even if we doubt that it would happen. The fights between witches and magical girls is beautifully illustrated on screen, but all that magical flash could also just be an abstraction for the negotiations between businesses during a merger. This is especially relevant for a hostile take over. Let's say that a magical girl's sole-proprietorship wants to eliminate a witch's corporation from her city. The girl might try to buy out the corporation's stock or all the local franchises if she has a large enough magical bankroll to finance such an attack. She may also sabotage relations with vendors that the witch needs to operate by buying all the local stock or negotiating prices with those vendors to make corporate activities unfeasible. Introducing a competing product is an obvious strategy too, as would introducing an alternative product that obviates the corporate product line entirely. All of those activities are going to be expensive, and both magical girls and small businesses have a limited reserve for waging such a battle. But if she wins against the witch, and merges the ownership/market to exclusively herself, then the corporation's assets can be utilized or liquidated to replace the resources spent. When Homura defeated Charlotte after Mami's failure, she refused to give the witch seed to Sayaka and Madoka; which makes perfect sense if you envision an equivalent scenario where a purchased corporation is being asked to be given to lay persons that have no demonstrated business skills themselves. Finally I draw attention to the heat death of the universe. The ticking clock that spells eventual doom for some later generation in the future. To say it slightly differently, let me introduce you to the national debt, a ticking clock that spells eventual ruin for some generation in the future. QB openly benefits from the energy released when a regular girl becomes a magical girl and whenever a witch is defeated then fed to him; but he also benefits from the much more profitable scenario of a magical girl transforming into a witch. Banks benefit when you park a large volume of cash into their reserves for regular business activities, for reasons that aren't relevant to this theory. But it very relevantly benefits from your regular payments on any loans you've drawn, loans which will be especially high if you're in the business of putting other businesses out of business. However, a bank could make the ultimate profit if it takes a nearly default company and sells it at an Initial Public Offering (IPO). This is where we get the best parallel between fictional story and real world events. Not only is that the transformation between both magical girls and witches, but also between singularly owned businesses and publicly traded corporations. Furthermore, Because all banks with US dollars purchase their dollars from the Federal Reserve (name is a misnomer, it is not a government entity), they directly owe the debt to the FedRes. So for as much as it is in the public interest to lower the national debt, it is a much greater prerogative for banks to control the expansion and possible contraction of the national debt. QB sees that Madoka has potential to be a successful business owner. But he sees even greater potential from an IPO that will necessarily happen sooner or later. What do you think? Have I been studying for my economics finals too long and I need to watch more anime instead; or am I an idiot for taking both Micro and Macro at the same time because "elective credits are always easy classes"? OR Is this an amazing theory that warrants re-watching the classic anime from a fresh perspective, because I'm so on point with my analysis?

 

[BakedBanana]

“It bothers me. Of course it bothers me. Of course it bothers me!! What was I doing all that time? I didn’t want some huge sum of money and I didn’t want to make my own kingdom with a ridiculous amount of power. I just wanted to wake up in my dorm, make food for Index, go to school, and hang out with my friends after school. I just wanted that normal life back. So why do I have to be treated like an absolute evil!? That’s ridiculous. Othinus saved every last one of the six billion people on earth to make me suffer. There’s something seriously wrong with her sense of scale! Why the hell do I have to go through all this? What was I calling misfortune!? I had always managed to slip past all that and used every trick I had to reach a compromise. I had managed to strike a nice balance! But she destroyed it all. Of course it bothers me! Even if it’s meaningless and no one else cares who it is as long as they’re saved, it still bothers me!! I coughed up blood and shed tears to somehow make my way along that path, but Othinus easily did it like it was just a game! She stole everything from me!! She stole everything I had – even the path I walked down – and she did it so skillfully that I feel stupid complaining about it!! What the hell was that? If she could do that, why didn’t she save everyone in the first place!? If that was an option, why didn’t she use it more seriously!? And I doubt it will even last that long. Once Othinus gets bored, she’ll just destroy this world too. If you can easily create something, you have no problem with destroying it. But I can’t create anything better than this. It doesn’t matter what complaints I make when she can give everyone a smile with a wave of that lance. And this isn’t someone else deciding that it doesn’t matter. It’s me! Me!! She showed me it doesn’t matter if I oppose her!! It’s all a deception created to corner me, but it doesn’t matter to me if it’s all fake!! It’s almost like a game to her, but the smiles she’s given Index and the others are something I could never give them even after a century of hard work. I couldn’t do it without inventing a time machine, but she did it without even trying. Am I supposed to stand up to that!? Why did someone like her have to appear in front of me!? If she was going to do this, couldn’t she do it on the other side of the planet? No, why couldn’t she create this paradise on the moon or Mars and be happy there!? She could leave all the people here alone and create a new human race on a desert planet she made livable!! …I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to oppose a monster like that. I was never fighting because I wanted to. It’s just that I always saw someone holding back tears in some horribly painful situation. Even if they cried and cried, no one would have complained, but they put up with it anyway. …And I couldn’t allow it to go on. I clenched my fist like an idiot, charged in, and somehow resolved the incident. I didn’t do it to be thanked. I didn’t do it because I wanted anything in return. But overcoming those things increased the number of people around me. I began to think those connections with people had some kind of meaning!! And this is where it got me. I had everything taken from me. As you said, someone might rush over for my sake if they knew. They might cast everything aside and join me even if it meant making an enemy of this entire world run by Othinus. But! That doesn’t matter!! It never mattered. That tiny illusion is not worth abandoning this miraculous situation where lost lives have returned. I wanted to have fun with everyone some more. I never bothered to realize how comfortable my position was. If nothing had happened yet and Othinus suggested bringing back all those lost lives, I would probably have rejected it based on some random ideal or another. I would say their deaths had meaning or that you can’t toy with people’s lives so easily! But she’s already done it. To ‘return things to normal’ now would be no different from killing those unknowing and smiling people with my own hand!! No matter how many excuses you make, that fact does not change. A decision that I make would kill every last one of them!! There’s…there’s nothing I can do. What good is it to take away this world without crime, debt, or broken hearts!? Even if I defeated Othinus, returned everything to normal, and justly slaughtered everyone who shouldn’t be alive, would I really return to the world I picture in my head? How would I ever face the people who are living their normal lives, ignorant of what had happened? Could I really just smile? Could I really smile like an ignorant fool when I really knew the truth!! Like hell I could!! Nothing would remain for me either way. Whether I defeat Othinus or not and whether I live or die, I can’t return to ‘normal’!! No matter what happens and no matter how this ends, there is no way for me to succeed. Even if I don’t ‘fail’ in whatever I choose to do, I will still have complaints and it will all fall apart in the end. In that case, there’s no reason to fight!! Why should I destroy this miraculous situation!? If every path leads to destruction, why not just accept Othinus’s victory? Why not let the number of people saved decide it!? Who saved more people, me or Othinus? The answer is obviously Othinus!! I knew from the beginning I couldn’t hold a candle to what she did!! What else can I do? After…after everything she’s done, there’s nowhere left for me to go!!!!!!”
- A Certain Magical Index New Testament Volume 9, page 109

 

[DavidianMillerian]

Hey guys, did you know Vaporeon...

actually, nevermind

 

[Itsukimoto]

Fox met Dav on a Thursday night that smelled like citrus cleaner and expensive perfume.

It was one of those rooftop parties where everyone pretended not to be looking at each other while very obviously looking at each other. The city glittered beneath them, all sharp lines and invitation. Fox stood near the railing in a black dress that fit like it had secrets. She liked being slightly apart from the noise, watching people reveal themselves in pieces.

Dav noticed her because she wasn’t performing.

He’d been laughing too loud at something someone said when he caught sight of her—chin tilted toward the skyline, fingers curled loosely around a glass she hadn’t touched in ten minutes. She looked like she was measuring the world.

He excused himself mid-conversation.

“Planning your escape route?” he asked, stepping up beside her.

Fox didn’t turn immediately. “Always,” she said. Then she looked at him.

It wasn’t fireworks. It was heat. Slow, deliberate heat that started somewhere behind her ribs and spread outward.

Dav grinned like he felt it too. “Should I be worried?”

“Depends,” she replied. “Are you the reason I’d need one?”

He leaned his forearms against the railing, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed. Almost.

“I’d rather be the reason you stay.”

That did it. A grin tugged at her mouth before she could stop it. “Confident.”

“Observant.”

She finally took a sip of her drink, eyes never leaving his. “What did you observe?”

“That you’re pretending not to be bored.”

She barked a soft laugh. “You’re not?”

“I am. But now I’m not.”

There it was again—that heat. Sharp and playful and dangerously mutual.

They talked the way people flirt when they both know it’s flirting. No pretending otherwise. No coyness. Just a current running steadily between them.

He learned she worked in design. She learned he ran his own fitness studio. He told her she had the kind of stare that made a person confess things. She told him he had the kind of smile that suggested trouble.

“Good trouble?” he asked.

“The kind you regret,” she said.

“Regret later or regret forever?”

Fox turned fully toward him now, closing that inch of space between their shoulders. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You avoid answering.”

She set her empty glass down on the ledge behind her. “Maybe I’m waiting for the right incentive.”

Dav’s eyes dropped to her mouth for half a second too long. “And what would that be?”

She leaned closer. Close enough that her breath brushed his jaw. “Convince me.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His hand came up—not grabbing, not claiming—just resting lightly at her waist. Testing. Asking.

She didn’t pull away.

His thumb shifted, barely brushing the fabric at her hip. “Is this convincing?” he murmured.

Fox swallowed. “It’s… a start.”

He laughed under his breath, the sound low and satisfied. “You like being in control.”

“And you like pretending you are.”

That did something to him. She saw it in the way his jaw tightened.

“Careful,” he said softly.

“Or?”

“Or I’ll show you.”

Fox tilted her head. “Show me.”

The music thumped behind them, but the world had narrowed to the space between their bodies.

Dav’s hand slid from her waist to her lower back, firmer now. Not rough. Just certain. He pulled her flush against him.

Her breath hitched. She hated that it did. Loved that it did.

“You’re not bored anymore,” he said.

“Neither are you.”

His other hand came up to her jaw, fingers brushing just beneath her ear. He didn’t kiss her immediately. He let it build. Let her feel exactly how close he was.

Fox’s hands found his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt. “You hesitate a lot for someone so confident.”

His mouth hovered over hers. “You talk a lot for someone who wants this.”

Her response was to close the gap.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was the kind that says finally.

Heat exploded between them. His grip tightened at her back as her fingers slid into his hair. The city noise faded completely.

She tasted mint and something darker. He tasted like control slipping.

When they pulled apart, it wasn’t far. Just enough to breathe.

“Regret later,” she whispered.

He smiled against her mouth. “Definitely later.”

They didn’t say goodbye to anyone.

The elevator ride down was torture. Mirrors on every wall. His hand at her waist again. Her thigh brushing his. Neither of them speaking because if they did, it would snap.

When the doors opened to the quiet lobby, he leaned down and murmured, “Your place or mine?”

Fox didn’t even pretend to think. “Mine. It’s closer.”

The cab ride was a blur of fingers and restrained grins. His hand rested on her knee, thumb drawing lazy circles that weren’t lazy at all. She shifted closer under the excuse of a turn.

“You’re impatient,” he said.

“You’re slow,” she shot back.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You won’t think that in ten minutes.”

Her stomach flipped. “Big promises.”

“I always deliver.”

Her apartment was dim when they stumbled inside. She barely got the door shut before he had her against it.

This kiss was different. Hungrier. His hands slid down her sides, mapping her through fabric. She arched into him without thinking.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rougher now.

“Don’t,” she answered instantly.

That was all the permission he needed.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist like she’d been waiting to. He walked them down the hallway without breaking the kiss, hands firm under her thighs.

Fox laughed breathlessly against his mouth. “Show-off.”

“Not yet.”

He set her down at the edge of her bed, standing between her knees. For a second they just looked at each other.

That grin was back on her face. Mischievous. Daring.

“You still think I’m bored?” she asked.

Dav’s eyes darkened. “I think you’re about to scream.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Confident.”

“Observant.”

He kissed her again, slower this time. Deeper. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the dress higher inch by inch. Not rushing. Savoring.

Fox’s fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. She let her gaze drag over him deliberately.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip. “I’m deciding.”

He caught that lip between his thumb and forefinger gently. “Don’t play with fire unless you want to burn.”

She leaned forward and kissed his chest, slow and deliberate. “I’m counting on it.”

The rest blurred into heat and laughter and breathless challenges. Teasing touches that made her gasp. Soft curses that made him grin. The kind of tension that snaps in the best possible way.

He wasn’t rough. He was intentional. Every touch deliberate. Every reaction noticed.

She wasn’t passive. She met him with equal hunger. Equal control. Equal want.

At one point she shoved him back onto the mattress and climbed over him, hair falling around her shoulders like a curtain.

“Thought you were showing me,” she teased.

His hands slid up her hips. “I like when you take charge.”

Her smile turned wicked. “Good.”

The night stretched long and delicious. No awkward pauses. No dramatic declarations. Just two people fully aware of how badly they wanted each other—and not pretending otherwise.

Later, tangled in sheets and sweat and satisfied grins, Fox lay on his chest tracing patterns over his skin.

“You grin when you’re pleased,” she said lazily.

“You scream when you are,” he replied.

She smacked his shoulder lightly, laughing. “Shut up.”

He caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. “No regrets?”

She lifted herself up on one elbow and looked down at him.

“Only that we didn’t do this sooner.”

Dav pulled her back down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We’ve got time.”

Fox smiled against his skin.

The city still glittered outside her windows, but it felt distant now. Unimportant.

She wasn’t at the edge anymore.

And she definitely wasn’t bored.

---

 

[DavidianMillerian]

Fox met Dav on a Thursday night that smelled like citrus cleaner and expensive perfume.

It was one of those rooftop parties where everyone pretended not to be looking at each other while very obviously looking at each other. The city glittered beneath them, all sharp lines and invitation. Fox stood near the railing in a black dress that fit like it had secrets. She liked being slightly apart from the noise, watching people reveal themselves in pieces.

Dav noticed her because she wasn’t performing.

He’d been laughing too loud at something someone said when he caught sight of her—chin tilted toward the skyline, fingers curled loosely around a glass she hadn’t touched in ten minutes. She looked like she was measuring the world.

He excused himself mid-conversation.

“Planning your escape route?” he asked, stepping up beside her.

Fox didn’t turn immediately. “Always,” she said. Then she looked at him.

It wasn’t fireworks. It was heat. Slow, deliberate heat that started somewhere behind her ribs and spread outward.

Dav grinned like he felt it too. “Should I be worried?”

“Depends,” she replied. “Are you the reason I’d need one?”

He leaned his forearms against the railing, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed. Almost.

“I’d rather be the reason you stay.”

That did it. A grin tugged at her mouth before she could stop it. “Confident.”

“Observant.”

She finally took a sip of her drink, eyes never leaving his. “What did you observe?”

“That you’re pretending not to be bored.”

She barked a soft laugh. “You’re not?”

“I am. But now I’m not.”

There it was again—that heat. Sharp and playful and dangerously mutual.

They talked the way people flirt when they both know it’s flirting. No pretending otherwise. No coyness. Just a current running steadily between them.

He learned she worked in design. She learned he ran his own fitness studio. He told her she had the kind of stare that made a person confess things. She told him he had the kind of smile that suggested trouble.

“Good trouble?” he asked.

“The kind you regret,” she said.

“Regret later or regret forever?”

Fox turned fully toward him now, closing that inch of space between their shoulders. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You avoid answering.”

She set her empty glass down on the ledge behind her. “Maybe I’m waiting for the right incentive.”

Dav’s eyes dropped to her mouth for half a second too long. “And what would that be?”

She leaned closer. Close enough that her breath brushed his jaw. “Convince me.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His hand came up—not grabbing, not claiming—just resting lightly at her waist. Testing. Asking.

She didn’t pull away.

His thumb shifted, barely brushing the fabric at her hip. “Is this convincing?” he murmured.

Fox swallowed. “It’s… a start.”

He laughed under his breath, the sound low and satisfied. “You like being in control.”

“And you like pretending you are.”

That did something to him. She saw it in the way his jaw tightened.

“Careful,” he said softly.

“Or?”

“Or I’ll show you.”

Fox tilted her head. “Show me.”

The music thumped behind them, but the world had narrowed to the space between their bodies.

Dav’s hand slid from her waist to her lower back, firmer now. Not rough. Just certain. He pulled her flush against him.

Her breath hitched. She hated that it did. Loved that it did.

“You’re not bored anymore,” he said.

“Neither are you.”

His other hand came up to her jaw, fingers brushing just beneath her ear. He didn’t kiss her immediately. He let it build. Let her feel exactly how close he was.

Fox’s hands found his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt. “You hesitate a lot for someone so confident.”

His mouth hovered over hers. “You talk a lot for someone who wants this.”

Her response was to close the gap.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was the kind that says finally.

Heat exploded between them. His grip tightened at her back as her fingers slid into his hair. The city noise faded completely.

She tasted mint and something darker. He tasted like control slipping.

When they pulled apart, it wasn’t far. Just enough to breathe.

“Regret later,” she whispered.

He smiled against her mouth. “Definitely later.”

They didn’t say goodbye to anyone.

The elevator ride down was torture. Mirrors on every wall. His hand at her waist again. Her thigh brushing his. Neither of them speaking because if they did, it would snap.

When the doors opened to the quiet lobby, he leaned down and murmured, “Your place or mine?”

Fox didn’t even pretend to think. “Mine. It’s closer.”

The cab ride was a blur of fingers and restrained grins. His hand rested on her knee, thumb drawing lazy circles that weren’t lazy at all. She shifted closer under the excuse of a turn.

“You’re impatient,” he said.

“You’re slow,” she shot back.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You won’t think that in ten minutes.”

Her stomach flipped. “Big promises.”

“I always deliver.”

Her apartment was dim when they stumbled inside. She barely got the door shut before he had her against it.

This kiss was different. Hungrier. His hands slid down her sides, mapping her through fabric. She arched into him without thinking.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rougher now.

“Don’t,” she answered instantly.

That was all the permission he needed.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist like she’d been waiting to. He walked them down the hallway without breaking the kiss, hands firm under her thighs.

Fox laughed breathlessly against his mouth. “Show-off.”

“Not yet.”

He set her down at the edge of her bed, standing between her knees. For a second they just looked at each other.

That grin was back on her face. Mischievous. Daring.

“You still think I’m bored?” she asked.

Dav’s eyes darkened. “I think you’re about to scream.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Confident.”

“Observant.”

He kissed her again, slower this time. Deeper. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the dress higher inch by inch. Not rushing. Savoring.

Fox’s fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. She let her gaze drag over him deliberately.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip. “I’m deciding.”

He caught that lip between his thumb and forefinger gently. “Don’t play with fire unless you want to burn.”

She leaned forward and kissed his chest, slow and deliberate. “I’m counting on it.”

The rest blurred into heat and laughter and breathless challenges. Teasing touches that made her gasp. Soft curses that made him grin. The kind of tension that snaps in the best possible way.

He wasn’t rough. He was intentional. Every touch deliberate. Every reaction noticed.

She wasn’t passive. She met him with equal hunger. Equal control. Equal want.

At one point she shoved him back onto the mattress and climbed over him, hair falling around her shoulders like a curtain.

“Thought you were showing me,” she teased.

His hands slid up her hips. “I like when you take charge.”

Her smile turned wicked. “Good.”

The night stretched long and delicious. No awkward pauses. No dramatic declarations. Just two people fully aware of how badly they wanted each other—and not pretending otherwise.

Later, tangled in sheets and sweat and satisfied grins, Fox lay on his chest tracing patterns over his skin.

“You grin when you’re pleased,” she said lazily.

“You scream when you are,” he replied.

She smacked his shoulder lightly, laughing. “Shut up.”

He caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. “No regrets?”

She lifted herself up on one elbow and looked down at him.

“Only that we didn’t do this sooner.”

Dav pulled her back down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We’ve got time.”

Fox smiled against his skin.

The city still glittered outside her windows, but it felt distant now. Unimportant.

She wasn’t at the edge anymore.

And she definitely wasn’t bored.

---

 

[BlackGeneral]

Fox met Dav on a Thursday night that smelled like citrus cleaner and expensive perfume.

It was one of those rooftop parties where everyone pretended not to be looking at each other while very obviously looking at each other. The city glittered beneath them, all sharp lines and invitation. Fox stood near the railing in a black dress that fit like it had secrets. She liked being slightly apart from the noise, watching people reveal themselves in pieces.

Dav noticed her because she wasn’t performing.

He’d been laughing too loud at something someone said when he caught sight of her—chin tilted toward the skyline, fingers curled loosely around a glass she hadn’t touched in ten minutes. She looked like she was measuring the world.

He excused himself mid-conversation.

“Planning your escape route?” he asked, stepping up beside her.

Fox didn’t turn immediately. “Always,” she said. Then she looked at him.

It wasn’t fireworks. It was heat. Slow, deliberate heat that started somewhere behind her ribs and spread outward.

Dav grinned like he felt it too. “Should I be worried?”

“Depends,” she replied. “Are you the reason I’d need one?”

He leaned his forearms against the railing, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed. Almost.

“I’d rather be the reason you stay.”

That did it. A grin tugged at her mouth before she could stop it. “Confident.”

“Observant.”

She finally took a sip of her drink, eyes never leaving his. “What did you observe?”

“That you’re pretending not to be bored.”

She barked a soft laugh. “You’re not?”

“I am. But now I’m not.”

There it was again—that heat. Sharp and playful and dangerously mutual.

They talked the way people flirt when they both know it’s flirting. No pretending otherwise. No coyness. Just a current running steadily between them.

He learned she worked in design. She learned he ran his own fitness studio. He told her she had the kind of stare that made a person confess things. She told him he had the kind of smile that suggested trouble.

“Good trouble?” he asked.

“The kind you regret,” she said.

“Regret later or regret forever?”

Fox turned fully toward him now, closing that inch of space between their shoulders. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You avoid answering.”

She set her empty glass down on the ledge behind her. “Maybe I’m waiting for the right incentive.”

Dav’s eyes dropped to her mouth for half a second too long. “And what would that be?”

She leaned closer. Close enough that her breath brushed his jaw. “Convince me.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His hand came up—not grabbing, not claiming—just resting lightly at her waist. Testing. Asking.

She didn’t pull away.

His thumb shifted, barely brushing the fabric at her hip. “Is this convincing?” he murmured.

Fox swallowed. “It’s… a start.”

He laughed under his breath, the sound low and satisfied. “You like being in control.”

“And you like pretending you are.”

That did something to him. She saw it in the way his jaw tightened.

“Careful,” he said softly.

“Or?”

“Or I’ll show you.”

Fox tilted her head. “Show me.”

The music thumped behind them, but the world had narrowed to the space between their bodies.

Dav’s hand slid from her waist to her lower back, firmer now. Not rough. Just certain. He pulled her flush against him.

Her breath hitched. She hated that it did. Loved that it did.

“You’re not bored anymore,” he said.

“Neither are you.”

His other hand came up to her jaw, fingers brushing just beneath her ear. He didn’t kiss her immediately. He let it build. Let her feel exactly how close he was.

Fox’s hands found his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt. “You hesitate a lot for someone so confident.”

His mouth hovered over hers. “You talk a lot for someone who wants this.”

Her response was to close the gap.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was the kind that says finally.

Heat exploded between them. His grip tightened at her back as her fingers slid into his hair. The city noise faded completely.

She tasted mint and something darker. He tasted like control slipping.

When they pulled apart, it wasn’t far. Just enough to breathe.

“Regret later,” she whispered.

He smiled against her mouth. “Definitely later.”

They didn’t say goodbye to anyone.

The elevator ride down was torture. Mirrors on every wall. His hand at her waist again. Her thigh brushing his. Neither of them speaking because if they did, it would snap.

When the doors opened to the quiet lobby, he leaned down and murmured, “Your place or mine?”

Fox didn’t even pretend to think. “Mine. It’s closer.”

The cab ride was a blur of fingers and restrained grins. His hand rested on her knee, thumb drawing lazy circles that weren’t lazy at all. She shifted closer under the excuse of a turn.

“You’re impatient,” he said.

“You’re slow,” she shot back.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You won’t think that in ten minutes.”

Her stomach flipped. “Big promises.”

“I always deliver.”

Her apartment was dim when they stumbled inside. She barely got the door shut before he had her against it.

This kiss was different. Hungrier. His hands slid down her sides, mapping her through fabric. She arched into him without thinking.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rougher now.

“Don’t,” she answered instantly.

That was all the permission he needed.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist like she’d been waiting to. He walked them down the hallway without breaking the kiss, hands firm under her thighs.

Fox laughed breathlessly against his mouth. “Show-off.”

“Not yet.”

He set her down at the edge of her bed, standing between her knees. For a second they just looked at each other.

That grin was back on her face. Mischievous. Daring.

“You still think I’m bored?” she asked.

Dav’s eyes darkened. “I think you’re about to scream.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Confident.”

“Observant.”

He kissed her again, slower this time. Deeper. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the dress higher inch by inch. Not rushing. Savoring.

Fox’s fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. She let her gaze drag over him deliberately.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip. “I’m deciding.”

He caught that lip between his thumb and forefinger gently. “Don’t play with fire unless you want to burn.”

She leaned forward and kissed his chest, slow and deliberate. “I’m counting on it.”

The rest blurred into heat and laughter and breathless challenges. Teasing touches that made her gasp. Soft curses that made him grin. The kind of tension that snaps in the best possible way.

He wasn’t rough. He was intentional. Every touch deliberate. Every reaction noticed.

She wasn’t passive. She met him with equal hunger. Equal control. Equal want.

At one point she shoved him back onto the mattress and climbed over him, hair falling around her shoulders like a curtain.

“Thought you were showing me,” she teased.

His hands slid up her hips. “I like when you take charge.”

Her smile turned wicked. “Good.”

The night stretched long and delicious. No awkward pauses. No dramatic declarations. Just two people fully aware of how badly they wanted each other—and not pretending otherwise.

Later, tangled in sheets and sweat and satisfied grins, Fox lay on his chest tracing patterns over his skin.

“You grin when you’re pleased,” she said lazily.

“You scream when you are,” he replied.

She smacked his shoulder lightly, laughing. “Shut up.”

He caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. “No regrets?”

She lifted herself up on one elbow and looked down at him.

“Only that we didn’t do this sooner.”

Dav pulled her back down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We’ve got time.”

Fox smiled against his skin.

The city still glittered outside her windows, but it felt distant now. Unimportant.

She wasn’t at the edge anymore.

And she definitely wasn’t bored.

---

Wow I can finally finish it

 

[Itsukimoto]

You gotta trust me on this one davie, its not what you are thinking-nya

 

[panzerkampfwagyu]

Breathes in.

HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT MELUA MELNA MEIA FROM SUPER ROBOT WARS JUSTICE!? A GBA GAME THAT ONLY HAD A JAPANESE RELEASE, BUT POSSESSES AN ENGLISH FANTRANSLATION!!!​

SHE IS ONE OF THE THREE POSSIBLE COPILOTS AND HAS A GENTLE AND SHY PERSONALITY, THE BEST GIRL, IMO. SHE ALSO PAIRS BEST WITH GRANTEED, AS THAT RESULTS IN GRANTEED DRACODEUS HAVING THE COOLEST FINISHER!!! COMPARE YOURSELF, THE OTHER GIRLS WORK BETTER WITH THE OTHER ROBOTS.​

IN ANY CASE, MELUA MELNA MEIA IS A GOOD NOODLE AND SHE DESERVES PRAISE FOR THAT. GLORY TO MELUA MELNA MEIA!!!​

(And yes, the large text will have to be shouted in your video)

 

[Mangamoz]

@Mangamoz

@Manko-sensei
Would you believe me if I revealed that a LOT of the NTR stuff on this site is here because I begged the TLs to work on them across multiple sites and accounts?

Including NTR Slaying Knight.

 

[Itsukimoto]

Fox met Dav on a Thursday night that smelled like citrus cleaner and expensive perfume.

It was one of those rooftop parties where everyone pretended not to be looking at each other while very obviously looking at each other. The city glittered beneath them, all sharp lines and invitation. Fox stood near the railing in a black dress that fit like it had secrets. She liked being slightly apart from the noise, watching people reveal themselves in pieces.

Dav noticed her because she wasn’t performing.

He’d been laughing too loud at something someone said when he caught sight of her—chin tilted toward the skyline, fingers curled loosely around a glass she hadn’t touched in ten minutes. She looked like she was measuring the world.

He excused himself mid-conversation.

“Planning your escape route?” he asked, stepping up beside her.

Fox didn’t turn immediately. “Always,” she said. Then she looked at him.

It wasn’t fireworks. It was heat. Slow, deliberate heat that started somewhere behind her ribs and spread outward.

Dav grinned like he felt it too. “Should I be worried?”

“Depends,” she replied. “Are you the reason I’d need one?”

He leaned his forearms against the railing, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed. Almost.

“I’d rather be the reason you stay.”

That did it. A grin tugged at her mouth before she could stop it. “Confident.”

“Observant.”

She finally took a sip of her drink, eyes never leaving his. “What did you observe?”

“That you’re pretending not to be bored.”

She barked a soft laugh. “You’re not?”

“I am. But now I’m not.”

There it was again—that heat. Sharp and playful and dangerously mutual.

They talked the way people flirt when they both know it’s flirting. No pretending otherwise. No coyness. Just a current running steadily between them.

He learned she worked in design. She learned he ran his own fitness studio. He told her she had the kind of stare that made a person confess things. She told him he had the kind of smile that suggested trouble.

“Good trouble?” he asked.

“The kind you regret,” she said.

“Regret later or regret forever?”

Fox turned fully toward him now, closing that inch of space between their shoulders. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You avoid answering.”

She set her empty glass down on the ledge behind her. “Maybe I’m waiting for the right incentive.”

Dav’s eyes dropped to her mouth for half a second too long. “And what would that be?”

She leaned closer. Close enough that her breath brushed his jaw. “Convince me.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His hand came up—not grabbing, not claiming—just resting lightly at her waist. Testing. Asking.

She didn’t pull away.

His thumb shifted, barely brushing the fabric at her hip. “Is this convincing?” he murmured.

Fox swallowed. “It’s… a start.”

He laughed under his breath, the sound low and satisfied. “You like being in control.”

“And you like pretending you are.”

That did something to him. She saw it in the way his jaw tightened.

“Careful,” he said softly.

“Or?”

“Or I’ll show you.”

Fox tilted her head. “Show me.”

The music thumped behind them, but the world had narrowed to the space between their bodies.

Dav’s hand slid from her waist to her lower back, firmer now. Not rough. Just certain. He pulled her flush against him.

Her breath hitched. She hated that it did. Loved that it did.

“You’re not bored anymore,” he said.

“Neither are you.”

His other hand came up to her jaw, fingers brushing just beneath her ear. He didn’t kiss her immediately. He let it build. Let her feel exactly how close he was.

Fox’s hands found his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt. “You hesitate a lot for someone so confident.”

His mouth hovered over hers. “You talk a lot for someone who wants this.”

Her response was to close the gap.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was the kind that says finally.

Heat exploded between them. His grip tightened at her back as her fingers slid into his hair. The city noise faded completely.

She tasted mint and something darker. He tasted like control slipping.

When they pulled apart, it wasn’t far. Just enough to breathe.

“Regret later,” she whispered.

He smiled against her mouth. “Definitely later.”

They didn’t say goodbye to anyone.

The elevator ride down was torture. Mirrors on every wall. His hand at her waist again. Her thigh brushing his. Neither of them speaking because if they did, it would snap.

When the doors opened to the quiet lobby, he leaned down and murmured, “Your place or mine?”

Fox didn’t even pretend to think. “Mine. It’s closer.”

The cab ride was a blur of fingers and restrained grins. His hand rested on her knee, thumb drawing lazy circles that weren’t lazy at all. She shifted closer under the excuse of a turn.

“You’re impatient,” he said.

“You’re slow,” she shot back.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You won’t think that in ten minutes.”

Her stomach flipped. “Big promises.”

“I always deliver.”

Her apartment was dim when they stumbled inside. She barely got the door shut before he had her against it.

This kiss was different. Hungrier. His hands slid down her sides, mapping her through fabric. She arched into him without thinking.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rougher now.

“Don’t,” she answered instantly.

That was all the permission he needed.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist like she’d been waiting to. He walked them down the hallway without breaking the kiss, hands firm under her thighs.

Fox laughed breathlessly against his mouth. “Show-off.”

“Not yet.”

He set her down at the edge of her bed, standing between her knees. For a second they just looked at each other.

That grin was back on her face. Mischievous. Daring.

“You still think I’m bored?” she asked.

Dav’s eyes darkened. “I think you’re about to scream.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Confident.”

“Observant.”

He kissed her again, slower this time. Deeper. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the dress higher inch by inch. Not rushing. Savoring.

Fox’s fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. She let her gaze drag over him deliberately.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip. “I’m deciding.”

He caught that lip between his thumb and forefinger gently. “Don’t play with fire unless you want to burn.”

She leaned forward and kissed his chest, slow and deliberate. “I’m counting on it.”

The rest blurred into heat and laughter and breathless challenges. Teasing touches that made her gasp. Soft curses that made him grin. The kind of tension that snaps in the best possible way.

He wasn’t rough. He was intentional. Every touch deliberate. Every reaction noticed.

She wasn’t passive. She met him with equal hunger. Equal control. Equal want.

At one point she shoved him back onto the mattress and climbed over him, hair falling around her shoulders like a curtain.

“Thought you were showing me,” she teased.

His hands slid up her hips. “I like when you take charge.”

Her smile turned wicked. “Good.”

The night stretched long and delicious. No awkward pauses. No dramatic declarations. Just two people fully aware of how badly they wanted each other—and not pretending otherwise.

Later, tangled in sheets and sweat and satisfied grins, Fox lay on his chest tracing patterns over his skin.

“You grin when you’re pleased,” she said lazily.

“You scream when you are,” he replied.

She smacked his shoulder lightly, laughing. “Shut up.”

He caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. “No regrets?”

She lifted herself up on one elbow and looked down at him.

“Only that we didn’t do this sooner.”

Dav pulled her back down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We’ve got time.”

Fox smiled against his skin.

The city still glittered outside her windows, but it felt distant now. Unimportant.

She wasn’t at the edge anymore.

And she definitely wasn’t bored.

---

Three years later, Fox was standing in the middle of their kitchen holding a positive pregnancy test and laughing like she’d just been dared to do something reckless.

Dav walked in mid-laugh.

“What did I miss?” he asked, dropping his gym bag by the door.

She turned slowly, holding the test up between two fingers like it was evidence in a trial.

His brain took a second.

Then another.

Then—

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head.

His face went through every emotion in about five seconds, shock, disbelief, pure boyish excitement, mild panic, and then something steadier.

“Fox.”

It wasn’t a question.

She nodded once.

He crossed the room in three long strides and picked her up off the floor.

“Dav!” she yelped, half-laughing.

“We’re having a baby?” he said into her hair like he needed to hear it out loud.

“We are.”

He set her down gently this time, hands still gripping her waist like she might disappear.

“You okay?”

She studied him. “You?”

He exhaled a shaky laugh. “Terrified. Excited. Slightly nauseous in solidarity.”

She grinned. “You’re dramatic.”

“Shut up. This is big.”

It was big.

They had built a life already, the studio had grown, his fitness business was thriving, their apartment had turned into a home filled with mismatched furniture and framed memories. But this?

This was different.

This wasn’t heat and flirting and tension.

This was forever with fingerprints.

—

Pregnancy suited Fox in ways she hadn’t expected.

She still worked. Still designed. Still challenged Dav over who got control of the thermostat.

But something softened around her edges.

Dav became borderline ridiculous.

He read books. So many books. He learned about trimester nutrition like he was studying for an exam. He talked to her stomach before it even showed.

“Hi, tiny human,” he’d murmur, kneeling in front of her. “I’m your dad. I make good omelets.”

Fox would roll her eyes, but she’d be smiling every time.

“You realize it can’t hear you yet.”

“Confidence,” he’d reply.

“Delusion.”

When she finally started showing, he became protective in the most subtle ways. A hand at her lower back in crowded places. An arm around her waist on stairs. Quiet check-ins.

“You good?”

“Fine.”

“Sure?”

“Dav.”

But she leaned into him every single time.

—

The night their daughter was born, Dav didn’t make jokes.

He held Fox’s hand and didn’t let go once. Not when she squeezed hard enough to bruise. Not when she snapped at him. Not when she went quiet with focus.

“You’ve got this,” he said, over and over. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just steady.

When the cry finally split the air, Fox’s breath broke with it.

Dav looked wrecked.

Completely undone.

They placed the tiny, furious, red-faced human in Fox’s arms.

She stared down at her.

Dav leaned in close, voice cracking just slightly. “She’s loud.”

Fox laughed weakly. “She’s yours.”

He kissed her forehead, then the baby’s head.

“Hi,” he whispered. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

They named her Mira.

—

Sleep disappeared for a while.

Romance looked different.

It looked like Dav walking the floor at 3 a.m. with a screaming newborn while Fox finally slept.

It looked like Fox handing him coffee without a word when he had an early training session.

It looked like kisses stolen over a baby monitor.

One night, when Mira was finally asleep, Fox collapsed onto the couch beside him.

“We used to be fun,” she said tiredly.

Dav glanced at her. “We are fun.”

She gestured vaguely. “We haven’t been out in months.”

He reached over, tugging her into his lap like muscle memory.

“We built a human,” he said. “That’s pretty metal.”

She huffed a laugh.

He brushed hair out of her face, she hadn’t done it in hours.

“You’re still you,” he said quietly. “You’re just… more.”

Her throat tightened.

“You don’t miss before?” she asked softly.

He kissed her slow. Familiar. Certain.

“Before led to this.”

That shut her up.

And later that night, when the house was finally quiet, they remembered they were still them.

Still heat. Still spark.

Just… deeper now.

—

Five years later, the apartment was louder.

Mira had grown into a fierce, opinionated little person with Fox’s stare and Dav’s grin.

And there was a baby boy now too, Leo, permanently sticky and endlessly curious.

The studio had expanded into a larger space. The fitness center had a second location.

Life was full.

Messy.

Chaotic.

Beautiful.

One Saturday morning, Fox stood at the stove flipping pancakes while Leo clung to her leg and Mira argued with Dav about dinosaurs at the table.

“Brachiosaurus is taller!” Mira insisted.

“Tyrannosaurus wins in a fight,” Dav countered.

Fox turned. “Why are we fighting dinosaurs before 9 a.m.?”

“Important household matters,” Dav replied solemnly.

She shook her head, but she was smiling.

He caught her eye across the room.

And just like that. It was there.

That same current from the rooftop years ago.

Different shape. Same heat.

Later, after sticky fingers were washed and cartoons negotiated, the kids finally went down for naps at the same time.

Fox stepped into the living room and found Dav stretched on the couch.

He held out a hand without looking.

She took it automatically.

He pulled her down onto him, just like before.

“Hi,” he murmured.

“Hi.”

They lay there in the quiet.

“You’re staring,” she said softly.

“Observing.”

She smiled. “And?”

“You still look like you’re about to dare someone.”

She leaned down and kissed him slow.

“Maybe I am.”

His hands slid to her hips instinctively. Familiar territory. Familiar heat.

“We have twenty minutes,” he said.

She grinned. “Confident.”

“Efficient.”

She laughed into his mouth, but she didn’t move away.

The spark hadn’t dulled.

It had matured.

It wasn’t reckless anymore.

It was chosen.

And later, when the kids burst into the room far too early from their naps, Fox and Dav pulled apart just in time, breathless and grinning like teenagers who hadn’t quite grown up.

Mira squinted at them suspiciously.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Fox and Dav exchanged a look.

Dav cleared his throat. “Because we like pancakes.”

Fox elbowed him.

But when she met his eyes again, she saw it.

Not just attraction.

Not just history.

Partnership.

Desire.

Friendship.

All of it tangled together.

She wasn’t at the edge anymore.

She wasn’t daring him to stay.

He already had.

And somehow, after years and children and sleepless nights and loud mornings, their feelings were still burning strong.

 

[DavidianMillerian]

free haruhi

@everyone, MSML's back, guys

 

[mylovenovels]

I can lowkey hit a backflip now

 

[Angry_Panda]

@everyone, MSML's back, guys

Aaaaaand he's gone again.

 

[furryadminhypocrite]

 

[TheSeer]

Hold on, let me find a copy-paste thingie

 

[TheSeer]

@ everyone
Please do not announce to the server when you are going to go masturbate.

This has been a reoccurring issue, and I'm not sure why some people have such undeveloped social skills that they think that a server full of mostly male strangers would need to know that.

No one is going to be impressed and give you a high-five, especially considering where that hand has been.

I don't wanna add this to the rules, since it would be embarrassing for new users to see that we have a problem with this. But it is going to be enforced as a rule from now on.

If it occurs, you will be warned, then additional occurrences will be dealt with at the discretion of mod/staff.

Thanks.

 

[Mangamoz]

@ everyone
Please do not announce to the server when you are going to go masturbate.

This has been a reoccurring issue, and I'm not sure why some people have such undeveloped social skills that they think that a server full of mostly male strangers would need to know that.

No one is going to be impressed and give you a high-five, especially considering where that hand has been.

I don't wanna add this to the rules, since it would be embarrassing for new users to see that we have a problem with this. But it is going to be enforced as a rule from now on.

If it occurs, you will be warned, then additional occurrences will be dealt with at the discretion of mod/staff.

Thanks.

Understood.

I will fap behind your back instead.

Don't turn around please.