▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[Honestly, Soundwave was expecting to be made fun of. Monika does that, but there's a reason why he kept this hobby a secret from his fellow Deceptions. It makes him embarrassed, shameful, and weak.
Instead Monika thinks it's nice, and he can feel heat on his cheeks.
Soundwave was content with staying on his side of the wall when Monika suddenly moves to stand beside him. His head lifts up to her, surprise flits under the avatar's mask, but... He is ultimately fine with this, muttering a quiet thanks under his breath.]
We do.
[It's like Monika pointed out. Funny how they both received all this freedom]
Monika, if you want... we could do everything you want together.
[It at least fulfills both of their desire; Monika wanting to experience the joy of freedom and giving Soundwave something to do, even if that something is simply following her whims.
Whether Monika has time to answer him or not, the sweet moment is soon cut short. The elevator suddenly stops moving and jars him off-balance. Soundwave has enough self-control to not let out a peep of surprise, but immediately after finding his footing, his first instinct is to catch Monika and hold her close to prevent her from falling.
It stabilizes soon enough, but the elevator stopped moving entirely.
Slow ride and now this. With all the fancy painting, you'd think they can afford maintenance. He'd fuss about it later, but first he'll need to do a wellness check.]
[ Poor thing. She gets the sense he was afraid to share his hobby. That's the worst part to her. No one she cares about should feel shame for what they love. If he wanted to spend his days communing with animals, then he should be allowed to! Just as long as she can join him. Er...no. Scratch that part. Maybe? She groans inwardly. And to think she was worried about awkwardness. She's way too confused now.
Wait. She could take the lead in everything they do?
She gasps at that offer, wondering if she'd heard correctly for a few seconds. She did, though. It's a thrilling offer, of course. The chance to do what she wants, no limits. Something nags at her, however--what about what he wants? She looks his way, brow furrowed, half at his disregard for himself, half because since when has she worried about what someone else wants, other than the Player?
Her hand begins creeping towards his, and her mouth opens to answer--
He controls himself, but of course, she shrieks. Thankfully, it's nothing as loud as before. It's a miracle it wasn't worse, considering the elevator's suddenly not moving. Being in his arms again--that might be a reason to shriek a little, too. Excitement's cutting through the terror. So warm... ]
Sorry! Sorry. [ She remembered to apologize this time for the noisiness. ] I'm okay. Thanks.
[ Her heart's racing, but she's not sure if it's the fear. She peers into his visor, wishing it were out of the way again. She bites her lower lip, about to speak again...
"Hmm! Aren't you two precious?"
She scrambles out of Soundwave's arms as if she'd been caught robbing a bank vault. She did nothing! No one saw anything! But...who...?
Her face blanches. One of those portraits? Giggling and leaning in for a better look. What the hell? ]
[Soundwave doesn't like to show his vulnerable side- it was developed as a necessity from eons of war and being in a faction that weren't known for taking care of their own. Becoming close to someone was a liability. Sharing about himself would open him up to people having something to use against him. Being made fun of is definitely on the lower spectrum than something like having ammo to use as blackmail or manipulation. But at the end of the day, Soundwave still hesitates to share about himself.
Even though all of that has changed in recent years, Soundwave seeing the importance of being sociable and being more open than before, it's still difficult to break off from a condition that had kept him safe and alive for million of years.
Although... Monika has seen several of his vulnerable side yesterday, already.
All that aside, he's glad to see Monika unharmed. It doesn't occur to him to let go of her, catching himself staring into her eyes, until another voice suddenly breaks it all. Monika scrambles out of his arms. Soundwave immediately takes on a defensive stance and gets her to stand behind him while using himself as a shield against...
against...
the painting?
His stance doesn't quite relax just yet, but there's definite confusion at the seemingly animated painting, eyes rapidly blinking behind visor]
I'm afraid... I am seeing this, as well, Monika.
[You know what? Why not. Talking portraits. Not the most strangest thing he's seen. It wouldn't stop him from barking out his question at the painting, assuming it is the one responsible for the elevator stopping.]
[ Don't mind her. Now that he's successfully volunteered himself as their meatshield tribute, Monika's moved over to the button panel, frantically hitting whatever button might fix this increasingly harrowing situation. She wants out! Also, she wants breakfast!
She's so caught up in finding a way out, she almost misses what this twisted painting that needs to be rocketed back to Hogwarts wants. Oh come on! ]
No! No way! It's not our fault you're a virgin! We are so not going to be like the questionable parts of the internet for you!
[ She'll worry about the fact that she's arguing with a painting later. Right now? She wants out. She goes back to furiously smacking buttons. Tiny enclosed spaces are not her jam! If the lights go out on top of it all, she's going to completely lose it! ]
Why! Are none of these! Working!!!
[ The Maiden giggles again, then her expression grows more sinister. "Try all you might. You will not leave until I am satisfied." Then, she repeats for emphasis, "A girl has needs!"
Monika pauses. Stares. Noooope! Nope nope! If she makes bad decisions, it's going to be on her terms! So, time to see how much force it'll take to break the buttons! ]
[Monika's panicking, but Soundwave keeps a coolhead, listening in on the Maiden's demands. And honestly? The more he listens, the warmer the elevator has gotten.... But he knows it's just him. At the end of the demand, Soundwave slaps a hand on his mask and lets out an audible sigh.
Oh Primus, a painting is demanding them to have rough sex. Great. Cool. Still, he keeps his cool despite the looming threat of sex hanging above them in the immediate future. Sex- even rough sex -is nothing to be afraid of, but it is a problem when they're suddenly being demanded to do it while being watched by.... painting?!?!
Soundwave takes a glance at Monika's struggle, then stops her when she looks like she's about to hurt herself trying to break them.]
Monika, stop... I fear you may make things worse if you break them.
[Just... a feeling he gets.
Then, he turns back to the painting who he is so very displeased with.]
We won't be doing as you demand. However, perhaps we can reach a compromise. Perhaps... Something less intense.
[The Maiden simply laughs. "Nothing less than the most hardcore of sex!"
Soundwave closes his eyes, exhales, nudges Monika away from the buttons, and then delivers a punch to the button panel. Okay, that does absolutely nothing except it made his knuckles hurt. Ow.]
[ There's a scoff of indignation when he slows her efforts to destroy one of the few things that could free them. First the painting's trying to control her. Now him? Not! Cool! Time to make her displeasure known. ]
Nothing's worse than being stuck in here! [ She gives a petulant little stomp of her foot. ] Come down from my room and pull us out of here! I think we're near the sixth floor--
[ She stops once she witnesses the punch. That gets a laugh. Look, at least she didn't go for a punch. She was being reasonable!
Regardless, she will not stand for him being rude. He's never allowed to get away with that, after all. She steps in to hiss at him in a lower voice, as if the painting can't hear everything. ]
Also, did I hear you trying to negotiate with her? We're not doing anything! We're done doing anything like--like yesterday!
[ Sex, she means. It's not so easy to talk about when she isn't mildly drunk, and who knows, maybe mildly aphro'd, too. Those mimosas were probably being handed out so freely for a reason. ]
We can't. Let's figure something else out, okay?
[ She tried to sound firm about that. She really did. She vaguely succeeded. ]
That is our easy way out, Monika.... [He argues back.] but if you insist.
[Nevermind she doesn't sound firm, if she's insisting that they won't - can't? Do that then that's that. He isn't sure why she's insisting so much that they can't, though.
It can't be that big of a deal.]
Do you have any ideas then? I am coming over, currently looking for the stairs.
[No way he's going to risk entering another elevator if something as stupid as this occurs again in the other elevator. Ignoring whatever commentary the Maiden may be making, Soundwave walks up to the painting to try and take it off the wall. He casts a look at the ceiling while trying to pry it off the wall.]
There must be an emergency exit.
[Otherwise, that's a major oversight from the resort if this stupid box doesn't have one. Also, damn, this thing is really stuck to the wall.]
[ Well, then! Since he's making his way to them, that means it's fine to continue arguing. Thank you for removing one worry from her mind. ]
Hey! Don't make me the one responsible for the decision-making here! You should be insisting the same thing!
[ She stomps over, then promptly slams her palm over the Maiden's face. You can wait, lady. She's having an important discussion here. ]
I don't have any other ideas, but...we're friends! Friends don't do things like--well--you know! Stuff! [ At least she's consistent with her inability to talk about sex like a normal person. ] It'd just...keep complicating things. I don't want that.
[ The Maiden, however, doesn't care about wants other than hers, especially when these two's are so trivial in comparison. She sighs under Monika's hand, coaxing something into the atmosphere to help set the mood. A little aphrodisiac might just be what the virgin doctor forcibly ordered for them. ]
[Thank you for slamming a hand over the Maiden's face. That way, he won't have to listen to whatever she was saying. Not that he's actually listening anyway when he'd rather argue with Monika than doing what was demanded of them, and attempts to pry the painting off the wall and threaten to snap her in half.
The cost for the damage be damn. The Maiden shouldn't have trapped them here in the first place!]
Some do, and they are called friends with benefits. Even I know that. Besides, that's why I was negotiating for... Stuff to be less intense instead of making us do things as if we were.... Were lovers.
[Even though he ultimately agrees that they shouldn't be pressured into sex like this (especially by a painting of all things), he's yet to find another way out from inside the elevator.
He doesn't mind talk of sex, but likewise, gets easily flustered unless he's mildly drunk or aphro'd, too. At least they both are similar in that regard.
And speaking of aphro'd, with the two seemingly favor bickering over sex, Soundwave completely misses the spraying sound coming from the painting, but he does eventually notice the change in the atmosphere soon after. As his voice begins to trail off during the argument, the aphrodisiac starts to take effect, his body gradually heats up, and his face flushes under the mask.]
[ Monika looks affronted. The rudeness just keeps increasing! ] I-I knew that! But again, that's not what I want!
[ Note to self: look more into the ins and outs of "friends with benefits" so she doesn't look dumb later. ]
Even if it might get us out of here, it's... [ She pauses, breathing a little harder. ] You're not. You're not the person I love...
[ Her hand slides down the canvas, and she holds her head with it. The Maiden smiles, leering above her. Go on, Monika. Keep breathing in. Keep up the useless denials. This sweet virgin was only enhancing feelings that already exist! ]
Um. I...what was I saying?
[ Holding her chest now, she backs away, pressing up against one of the walls. She wanted to ask him something. Right? ]
How close are you? Have you found some stairs? Maybe...stop. Just in case.
[He isn't the least hurt by that statement. At least, outwardly he isn't. He knew that they aren't actual lovers or in love with each other... So, why did it hurt a little when she said that?
It's nonsensical. Illogical. But it doesn't matter. The thought wasn't able to linger long enough for him to take stock of it before the aphrodisiac starts seeping in, gradually filling the
His head is spinning. Soundwave nearly stumbles on himself as he finds purchase on the same wall Monika is on, hands gripping on the railing, head pressing against the wall. Then, he turns his head to Monika... Were they arguing about something?]
If... that is what you want. [A pause.] No, I think... it is best that I return to the room for now.
[What is he saying? Shouldn't he be rescuing them?
Turning to press his back against the wall, he clutches his own arms, grip hard as he inches closer and closer to Monika until they bump shoulders. Face still trained on her, he then pulls his mask down, the visor dematerialize as it uncovers the desires burning in his eyes, panting lightly. Ah... what's happening with this body?]
[ Back to her room? Yeah. Sounds perfect. Doesn't it? ]
But, my Watch. I can't let you in when we're...
[ When they're here. Together. Right where they should be.
She glances his way when he bumps into her, eyes widening briefly once she sees his mask disappear. No more hiding from her. Completely exposed again. Well...not as much as she knows he can be.
Her hand reaches for one of his and grasps tightly. One moment, she tries to shove him back. The next, she pulls, wanting him closer. He's not the person she loves, but does it really matter now? Does anything really matter? Like he said, "friends with benefits" was a thing.
Monika takes hold of his other hand. She pulls him forward, pulls herself towards him. She sighs softly at the relief, muttering, barely audible: ]
Player, I'm...
[ No. Soundwave's there. The Player's insignificant. She pulls him closer, all of her problems falling away, the Maiden's laughter echoing in her ears. ]
What do you want?
[ She asks him, looking into his eyes. For once, it shouldn't be only her wants that matter. ]
[Ah... Right. Such an obvious fact. He can't think straight... Maybe he'll just hide somewhere for a moment, or better yet... back to the room he first woke up in. Ugh, damn it... He remembers he didn't jack off at all yesterday, and this reminds him that his real body is still suffering. Hopefully, his "spouse" is not there.
There's no struggle as she pulls him towards her, and his free hand finds itself on Monika's hip. His face fully flushed red. There's desires in his eyes, too. Wants. Needs. Utterly exposed for her eyes to see.
It's a whisper, but he catches it clear as crystal. Player? He wonders, but it isn't important enough to distract him from Monika, still. As she pulls him closer, his chest pressing against hers, he leans his face forward with his lips pursed. But he doesn't complete the kiss, instead stopping mere inches away, but close enough that their lips would brush when either one talks.]
I... Want to be inside you.
[A simple want. Nothing more. His front leans in closer, pressing their chests more, and pressing his crotch against hers. There's a rise down on his crotch now, under the bodysuit. Not just desires in his eyes, but there is desire pooling down there as well.
With his desire running rampart demanding to be quelled, he finally completes the kiss. But unlike the chaste kiss they had last night, this... is more passionate. His lips press deeply against hers, his hand abandons her hip in favor of wrapping an arm around her neck, and his tongue slips out, lap at her lips to demand entry.]
[ The last rational thought she has is something about mourning the loss of breakfast. After that? Her fight to care about the Player, about doubts and worries...they all disappear. It only becomes a fight to feed herself in a different way.
Her body lights up at his words, fire spreading as their bodies meld together. Unlike last night, with the full force of resort now pushing at her, she has nothing left to hold her back. His obvious arousal fuels hers to an unbearable level so quickly, she shudders, her thighs slapping together at the delicious ache.
He wants her. She wants him. There's no need to grasp for justification. Everything is perfect and right.
She moans into his mouth, readily letting him into hers. While they hungrily taste each other, she reaches under her dress, working to yank her panties out of the way as soon as possible. If he wants in down there, too, there's no need to have anything slowing him down. ]
Clothes off. [ It's murmured into their kisses, the presses of her lips becoming unfocused as her desperation grows. She hasn't forgotten how easily he can undress. ] Now.
[ Otherwise she'll find some way to hack it off herself, by physical or digital means. ]
[Similarly, his rational thoughts are all gone. Unlike before where they lingered somewhere in the back of his mind- quiet but still needed to be quelled whenever they came up, now there was nothing holding him back as well. Nothing that would make him second guessed himself. There's no sense that this might be a terrible idea, or that he'll even entertain the notion that they may have to face the consequences later.... or as Soundwave would do ignore them and hope that it won't come up.
Ah... perhaps it was fortunate that he followed her in his holoavatar rather than his original body.
Right now, all he cares about is quenching the fire that is suddenly lit in his chest. The desire to be as physically close to Monika as physically possible. To be as one with Monika. The desire to touch and be touched? It is at its strongest now. His arm is still around her neck while his kiss gradually gets hungrier and hungrier, tongue dancing with Monika's, chin wet with drools. His other hand let go of hers to remove and let the puffy jacket drop onto the floor. No, he isn't dematerializing his clothes like he did last night.
Easy as it may be, he opts to not do that. An act of defiance? Thinking it'll be fun to discard his clothes at the same pace as Monika?
Either way, Soundwave reaches down with his hand down to his crotch and pulls the material until it rips, leaving a sizable tear where his erect cock is freed. They wouldn't have delay that part, but as for the rest of his bodysuit...?
Well, she's seen how easily the material tears off.]
[ The jacket falls, and the kisses cease with it, as do her efforts to get undressed. Monika's yanked her head back, breathing heavily, eyes narrowed as she glares. That is not what she asked for. Like, nice job exposing the dick, but she wanted! easy! access!
Her eyes narrow further as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. That little display? Being taken as an act of defiance. After yesterday, she can already tell she hates defiance. ]
Oh. So that's how it's going to be, huh?
[ She begins to reach out to furiously rip at fabric, but after a quiet chuckle from their painterly guest, a few choice implements have materialized on a small but ornate table, just to really spice things up. Notably, there's an equally-ornate knife. Monika doesn't hesitate with snatching it up. Eat your heart out, Yuri.
She presses back in roughly, unrelenting, until he's trapped against the railing and wall. Her grin's crooked, more than a little unhinged. She snatches up a torn edge of the fabric near his cock, avoiding giving him even the smallest touch of pleasure otherwise. ]
Think you can stay still~?
[ The knife plunges forward, almost as if she's determined to jam it inside and spill his guts, but she instead shoves it into the breach in his bodysuit, yanking it up and up, easily tearing through as if she's wielding a red-hot blade. She slows down near his breasts, squeezing them together with her forced efforts to make him wait for the inevitable drop. It's what he asked for, isn't it? Going sloooow?
At last. The pressure's released, and the knife jumps up quickly, finishing the job of cleaving the upper area apart. Monika lets it linger near his throat. It's an empty threat. How badly could she hurt him, really?
Would she hurt him if she tried to find out? ]
Go on. Help me out, Sparky. Or do you not know how to take off clothes the normal way?
[Soundwave doesn't fight back against her backing him into the wall, groaning a little when his back against the railing and wall with a thud. Then, he finally notices the ornate knife on her hand, mid-plunging. Instinct has him balled his hand into fists, but then he doesn't feel his skin was pierced by the knife.
He knew that being this way would agitate or anger Monika, but he wasn't expecting a knife to come into play. Still though, he finds this... curious. Standing completely still against the wall and railing, Soundwave looks down to see the knife tearing through his bodysuit like butter, anticipation building when she slows down, but he has enough self control to not make a sound when she finally cleave upwards. Soundwave lifts and presses the back of his head against the wall, narrowly avoiding the sharp knife, slashing through some strand of his hair. That was... dangerous.
Yet... Why does he feel excitement coursing through his body? That doesn't reflect well on his face, still maintained the flat expression, but there is a wild glint in his narrowed eyes, head still with the knife near his neck.]
I didn't think you'd be good with a knife, Monika.
[The threat of a knife near his throat won't stop him from talking. It isn't the first time he found himself in this situation.... Though a gun to his face would be more common than a knife to his throat. Still, he takes the threat seriously enough and begins to remove his bodysuit, letting it slip through his arms, and then rest of his clothes, before all of the clothing dematerialized. Soon enough, he is entirely bare from top to bottom. No mask. No visor. Nothing.
He isn't afraid, even when his head is pressed back against the wall, even with a knife to his throat. Of course, there is a small worry inside, as any grievous injuries to his avatar will still reflect the pain to his real body, but... Would Monika really go that far to hurt him?]
You have me. So, what are you going to do now? Or, are you all talk and no shock?
[ She will not elaborate further. Not the time. But maybe he shouldn't be trusting her with such a dangerous object...?
Though her mind is addled with lust, throwing her into a heat that she can no longer resist, she's having a realization under it all. That danger? That power? Used like this, she thinks she likes it. Just look at what one tiny threat got her, and she didn't even have to glitch things to death! She breathes out a long, slow breath of satisfaction against his mouth, pressing the tip of the knife up into the avatar's skin. Just the tiniest bit. Such a curiosity, wondering what color his blood would be if she went far enough. ]
I'm not so sure I have you, though. You're way too feisty for someone so grumpy.
[ The knife's used to tilt his chin up, then she flicks the blade away, taking a few steps back. She sets the knife down, eyes staying on his. Her hands slide down her sides to pull up on the dress she'd put on so meticulously, pulling it up and over her head, messing up the hair she'd done with such extra care. Her shoes are then kicked aside, leaving her bra and the panties that were left clinging to her hips. They soon join the rest of the pile, then she makes sure the ribbon in her hair is extra secure.
Ahh, what a familiar feeling, the same anticipation she felt before she knew it was time to get her hands dirty. Just before she had to do what was necessary to get what was hers. ]
Then again, maybe I'm too...cute?
[ Had she heard him this morning? Was that a coincidence? He gets to decide. She gets to keep using it as ammo, as she'd readily tucked it away, even under all the fluster. No matter the person, no matter how much she likes them, she's always searching for weaknesses. Anything that'll help her maintain control over her pawns. ]
Ahaha. What "shocking" do I need to do, anyway? I know what you want. [ She steps back in, sliding her hands over his wrists and easing them upward with deceptive gentleness. ] You're all talk once you get these.
[ His hands are roughly shoved up against her breasts. She groans, encouraging his fingers to squeeze. Dig in. Practically crush the soft mounds. Her hardened nipples poke into his palms, and she groans again at the friction.
Their bodies press closer. Her hips roll against his, seeking a different friction. As soaked as she already is down there, though, his cock is going to be more slick than anything. ]
Or...am I wrong?
[ If she is, she'll get the knife. If she's not, she'll probably still get the knife. ]
But the excitement of it all has any and all rational thoughts be thrown out the window. Just a burning curiosity to see how this will all go? How far would their desires take them? It feels... right to let loose. Much as he likes giving up all control to Monika in this situation, he has an idea to wrestle that control away from her, but he'll let Monika have her fun first.
With the blade no longer on his throat, his body soon relaxes and he lets out a breath that he's kept holding the entire time. Now, he gets to relax a bit and enjoy the view of her undressing before him. The front now, rather than her back, drinking in the sight. Only for Moinika to then hit him with a word that gets a somewhat surprise look on his face. Said surprise is just him raising both his brows, but it lasts for half a second before his expression goes back to his normal stoic.
Cute?
No, that... Has to be a coincidence. It has to be. Of course, Monika would think herself cute, right? No way she actually had heard him earlier this morning.
Instinct has his hands immediately go for a squeeze as soon as he feels the softness pressed against his palms. He wasn't actively thinking about them, but.... she's right that's what he wants.]
You got me there....
[He still blames Monika for that. Loving her breasts so much, that is. Without much ado, his fingers squeeze the soft mounds more harshly, fingers pinching, tweaking, and rubbing the hardened nipples. If she's letting him crush them so lovingly, then he'll do just as encouraged.
He ruts against Monika's crotch; her juice makes his erect cock slick and wet and his own pre paints her stomach, as he humps his hips against her.
However, he can't have Monika thinks she has full control over him yet. She'll have to do some work to achieve that. So, he yanks one of his hands free of Monika's grip, abandoning a breast. Then he dips his head down and aims for the breast he just abandoned, engulfing the nipple with his mouth and then sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. Nothing harsh, but surely she'll feel them.
Does he care that she's still able to threaten him with a knife? The thought possibly entered his mind for half a second, but it's soon disregarded in favor of having a taste of her nipple and breast.]
[ That's the funny thing about power. Outside of a video game, where she's no longer an omnipotent, omnipresent goddess, the balance of it is precarious. When someone can fight back, it's not nearly so simple to keep hold of it. How frustrating.
Her thighs tremble against him, then her entire body soon follows, then she fights to get away from his mouth's attack. All she manages is to shift things further out of her favor. Now she's the one pressed against the wall, clinging to the railing for dear life. Can he even keep his mouth on her? She's panting so heavily, it must be hard to maintain purchase. God, the pain and pleasure...
No. She can't give in. Whimpering through a moan, she grits her teeth, glancing at the table. There are some restraints, all sorts of things meant to cause pain, but she eyes the knife again. What better way to send a message? She had to remind him who was meant to be in charge.
Monika growls, straining for the knife while unconsciously pushing his head further into her chest, on top of slightly lifting one leg, dragging his hips closer. Her wetness meshes further with his, her clit throbbing against his length. ]
That's not. What I wanted!
[ She's managed to close her fingers around the knife's handle. Another thing she's becoming aware of? Pain and pleasure can be one in the same, but sometimes, you need one more than the other.
Her head tilts back in defiance, and she aims a slash at his arm. ]
[With Monika incapacitated, he takes advantage of the situation to keep his pressure on her breasts. He won't let up the assault for even a second to keep milking the moans and whimpers out of her. If nothing else, he's determined to keep his mouth on her, suckling on her nub, biting it with his teeth, grinding it with between.
Far too focused on Monika's breast for him to realize the knife is back in her hand. Too late to notice it coming, too late to avoid the slash.]
Ah!
[That would do it. With that one slash, Soundwave releases her nipple with a pained sound, holding the fresh wound on his arm with his other hand, body shivering, blood leaking out between his fingers. It looks like he's bleeding, only that.... it is glowing bright purple.
Soundwave huffs, lets go of his bleeding arm, and looks down to his bloodied hand. Clenching into a fist, his eyes then lift back up to Monika, ignoring the pain. He's suffered worse injuries than this.]
I didn't think you had it in you.
[He keeps his eyes trained on Monika's but keeping the knife in his peripheral. Just in case. Then, he reaches his bloodied hand to her face and presses it against her cheek, smearing his blood on her. It should be safe. Unlike his real blood where it may possibly be toxic to humans, this is just a hologram.
But if the knife would be a cause for him to second guess his action... Well, he dives forward for his lips to press against hers, not caring about the potential consequences. Even if she tries again, he'll ignore the pain for a passionate kiss.
[ She laughs while the pleasure and pain linger on her chest. She's made him bleed, and she just laughs and laughs. Curiouser and curiouser, that blood of his. It's nothing like what she expected. Still beautiful, however. Still just as thrilling when she's the one to spill it. ]
Wouldn't want you thinking I'm a pushover, would I?
[ His hand slides against her, a fresh brand. Her head tilts back, the smile widening. What a claim. She claims him back, her tongue slipping out of one corner of her mouth, stealing a taste. It may not be real, but it's real enough to her, just like swallowing him whole had been the previous night. He'd tasted good then, and he tastes just as good now.
The smile remains when he goes for a kiss. She'll allow it, because it feels so good when combined with just how fucked up this situation was increasingly becoming. Monika pulls him forward with the hand holding the knife, the cold metal pressing into his back, but it's just the upper part of the blade. A small reprieve built into a small warning.
Once he moves away, she wipes at her lips, smudging blood onto them. A giant mech, made of metal, held in the palm of her hands. It's almost too easy. ]
Don't forget the "Lord" part. It's important~
[ After recklessly dragging the flat of the knife against her folds, she holds it to his lips. But before he can possibly have a taste of her, she lifts it out of reach then nods towards the floor, the Maiden's hums of pleasure brushing past her ears. ]
[Plenty of opportunities for him to enact revenge against Monika for the pain she caused, ripped the knife out of her hand and used it against her, but he decides against them. Deranged as his mind had become from the aphrodisiac, he's still not the type to find joy in inflicting pain onto others. But .if it's the other way around, from someone he likes... It's odd for him to think this is something he'd enjoy, but he absolutely is. He's enjoying how increasingly fucked up the situation is getting and the pain he's receiving. It's thrilling. It has his adrenaline pumping.
That thrill shoots up when he sees her nonchalantly tastes his blood. Much like how she was able to taste him last night, his blood had a metallic and sweet taste to it. However, the consistency is best described as lubricants like oil than it is human blood.
Flicking some of the fresh purple blood still on his hand, he then smears some more on the wall behind Monika to clean up his hand a little, Soundwave could just as easily "healed" the wound, by rematerializing the holoavatar. But he keeps it at this state for now, so he could feel the pain and pleasure lingering on his arm, a constant reminder of who's in charge.
Besides, Monika looks.... Beautiful with his blood on her, so if some more got onto her, it'll be great.
His tongue slips out to have a taste of Monika on the knife. But alas, it isn't meant to be, as Monika lifts the knife away from his face. Her demand for him to beg gets a mildly surprise look on his face.
His mouth opens and closes, hesitant to follow such a command. It's so lowly of him to beg, but...... he finds himself lowering down to his knees anyway. Arms wrapping around her leg, he stares up at Monika with a pleading and desperate look in his eyes, with his wounded arm pressing against the other leg, painting his blood on her.]
I... Please, Lord Monika. I want to taste you again. Not just your... your private- [Of course, even in this state, still refuses the less dignified terms.] I want to taste... all of you. So.... please.
[ One sharp cackle rings out, loud enough to cause him discomfort. He's doing it! He's actually doing it! She'd almost think she was still sleeping next to him in her bed, deep into a dream, but she's not. She's felt him. She's tasted him. For once, her reality was better than anything her mind could've cooked up.
Her lips purse into a pout as she tuts. It'd almost read as some facsimile of pity, if not for how wicked she continues to look. ]
Aww. Look at you. Kind of pathetic, isn't it?
[ She noticed the hesitance. May as well rub salt into a different wound. What's he going to do about it? Bleed on her more?
He's done a decent enough job. She'll prod the side of his mouth with the knife, allowing him the sampling of her he was denied before. That, and another small cut along his cheek to join the other. A true generosity. She could've made the price for that gift worse.
It's all a ruse, of course. She's not done. ]
But the thing is...I don't think you're pathetic enough.
[ Her bloodied leg slides out of his grasp, and as she leans back against the wall for balance, she presses her foot against his chest. She'll push and push until he's on his back on the floor. She'll push, push, push until he submits, brushing the knife over her tongue to enjoy another sweet treat while she waits. ]
Ask me again. And... [ She can hardly suppress her giggle. ] Don't use "privates."
[ It'd be a struggle for her, too, being so undignified. She's not the one begging right now, though, is she? So please, suffer on her behalf. Really put your perverted little heart into it, Sparky. ]
[Her cackle definitely brings some discomfort after his pathetic act. His head lowers in embarrassment. So desperate for her taste and touch once again that he'd even stoop so low as to beg.
But it shows how he yearns for it so much that his tongue is immediately out when the knife returns near his mouth, licking the flat side to lap up what is just a sample of her sweet taste. Not even the small cut to his cheek is acknowledged as he's licking the steel until Monika lifts it away once more.
That's fine. He'd already beg for it, so he'll earn more. Able to lap at her pussy now, right?]
What...?
[Not pathetic enough? His eyes are wide in surprise. After that... that display. she doesn't think it's pathetic enough? Surprised, Soundwave is easily pushed down to his back and continued pressure on his chest gets a groan out of him, struggling yet also not struggling hard enough to push the foot away from him.
It's a struggle, of course, to use those words he'd considered undignified. Perhaps, in this moment, it'll be fine to toss dignity aside for pleasure, to have his face shoved between her legs. But what came out of his mouth instead is:]
You... You wouldn't be able to say anything else but "privates", either.
[Oh, he's just asking for punishment with that. In this position, he knows he's just asking forit. Or, he might just be a glutton for punishment.]
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Instead Monika thinks it's nice, and he can feel heat on his cheeks.
Soundwave was content with staying on his side of the wall when Monika suddenly moves to stand beside him. His head lifts up to her, surprise flits under the avatar's mask, but... He is ultimately fine with this, muttering a quiet thanks under his breath.]
We do.
[It's like Monika pointed out. Funny how they both received all this freedom]
Monika, if you want... we could do everything you want together.
[It at least fulfills both of their desire; Monika wanting to experience the joy of freedom and giving Soundwave something to do, even if that something is simply following her whims.
Whether Monika has time to answer him or not, the sweet moment is soon cut short. The elevator suddenly stops moving and jars him off-balance. Soundwave has enough self-control to not let out a peep of surprise, but immediately after finding his footing, his first instinct is to catch Monika and hold her close to prevent her from falling.
It stabilizes soon enough, but the elevator stopped moving entirely.
Slow ride and now this. With all the fancy painting, you'd think they can afford maintenance. He'd fuss about it later, but first he'll need to do a wellness check.]
Are you alright, Monika?
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Wait. She could take the lead in everything they do?
She gasps at that offer, wondering if she'd heard correctly for a few seconds. She did, though. It's a thrilling offer, of course. The chance to do what she wants, no limits. Something nags at her, however--what about what he wants? She looks his way, brow furrowed, half at his disregard for himself, half because since when has she worried about what someone else wants, other than the Player?
Her hand begins creeping towards his, and her mouth opens to answer--
He controls himself, but of course, she shrieks. Thankfully, it's nothing as loud as before. It's a miracle it wasn't worse, considering the elevator's suddenly not moving. Being in his arms again--that might be a reason to shriek a little, too. Excitement's cutting through the terror. So warm... ]
Sorry! Sorry. [ She remembered to apologize this time for the noisiness. ] I'm okay. Thanks.
[ Her heart's racing, but she's not sure if it's the fear. She peers into his visor, wishing it were out of the way again. She bites her lower lip, about to speak again...
"Hmm! Aren't you two precious?"
She scrambles out of Soundwave's arms as if she'd been caught robbing a bank vault. She did nothing! No one saw anything! But...who...?
Her face blanches. One of those portraits? Giggling and leaning in for a better look. What the hell? ]
Do you see that, or am I hallucinating?
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Even though all of that has changed in recent years, Soundwave seeing the importance of being sociable and being more open than before, it's still difficult to break off from a condition that had kept him safe and alive for million of years.
Although... Monika has seen several of his vulnerable side yesterday, already.
All that aside, he's glad to see Monika unharmed. It doesn't occur to him to let go of her, catching himself staring into her eyes, until another voice suddenly breaks it all. Monika scrambles out of his arms. Soundwave immediately takes on a defensive stance and gets her to stand behind him while using himself as a shield against...
against...
the painting?
His stance doesn't quite relax just yet, but there's definite confusion at the seemingly animated painting, eyes rapidly blinking behind visor]
I'm afraid... I am seeing this, as well, Monika.
[You know what? Why not. Talking portraits. Not the most strangest thing he's seen. It wouldn't stop him from barking out his question at the painting, assuming it is the one responsible for the elevator stopping.]
What do you want?
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She's so caught up in finding a way out, she almost misses what this twisted painting that needs to be rocketed back to Hogwarts wants. Oh come on! ]
No! No way! It's not our fault you're a virgin! We are so not going to be like the questionable parts of the internet for you!
[ She'll worry about the fact that she's arguing with a painting later. Right now? She wants out. She goes back to furiously smacking buttons. Tiny enclosed spaces are not her jam! If the lights go out on top of it all, she's going to completely lose it! ]
Why! Are none of these! Working!!!
[ The Maiden giggles again, then her expression grows more sinister. "Try all you might. You will not leave until I am satisfied." Then, she repeats for emphasis, "A girl has needs!"
Monika pauses. Stares. Noooope! Nope nope! If she makes bad decisions, it's going to be on her terms! So, time to see how much force it'll take to break the buttons! ]
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Oh Primus, a painting is demanding them to have rough sex. Great. Cool. Still, he keeps his cool despite the looming threat of sex hanging above them in the immediate future. Sex- even rough sex -is nothing to be afraid of, but it is a problem when they're suddenly being demanded to do it while being watched by.... painting?!?!
Soundwave takes a glance at Monika's struggle, then stops her when she looks like she's about to hurt herself trying to break them.]
Monika, stop... I fear you may make things worse if you break them.
[Just... a feeling he gets.
Then, he turns back to the painting who he is so very displeased with.]
We won't be doing as you demand. However, perhaps we can reach a compromise. Perhaps... Something less intense.
[The Maiden simply laughs. "Nothing less than the most hardcore of sex!"
Soundwave closes his eyes, exhales, nudges Monika away from the buttons, and then delivers a punch to the button panel. Okay, that does absolutely nothing except it made his knuckles hurt. Ow.]
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Nothing's worse than being stuck in here! [ She gives a petulant little stomp of her foot. ] Come down from my room and pull us out of here! I think we're near the sixth floor--
[ She stops once she witnesses the punch. That gets a laugh. Look, at least she didn't go for a punch. She was being reasonable!
Regardless, she will not stand for him being rude. He's never allowed to get away with that, after all. She steps in to hiss at him in a lower voice, as if the painting can't hear everything. ]
Also, did I hear you trying to negotiate with her? We're not doing anything! We're done doing anything like--like yesterday!
[ Sex, she means. It's not so easy to talk about when she isn't mildly drunk, and who knows, maybe mildly aphro'd, too. Those mimosas were probably being handed out so freely for a reason. ]
We can't. Let's figure something else out, okay?
[ She tried to sound firm about that. She really did. She vaguely succeeded. ]
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[Nevermind she doesn't sound firm, if she's insisting that they won't - can't? Do that then that's that. He isn't sure why she's insisting so much that they can't, though.
It can't be that big of a deal.]
Do you have any ideas then? I am coming over, currently looking for the stairs.
[No way he's going to risk entering another elevator if something as stupid as this occurs again in the other elevator. Ignoring whatever commentary the Maiden may be making, Soundwave walks up to the painting to try and take it off the wall. He casts a look at the ceiling while trying to pry it off the wall.]
There must be an emergency exit.
[Otherwise, that's a major oversight from the resort if this stupid box doesn't have one. Also, damn, this thing is really stuck to the wall.]
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Hey! Don't make me the one responsible for the decision-making here! You should be insisting the same thing!
[ She stomps over, then promptly slams her palm over the Maiden's face. You can wait, lady. She's having an important discussion here. ]
I don't have any other ideas, but...we're friends! Friends don't do things like--well--you know! Stuff! [ At least she's consistent with her inability to talk about sex like a normal person. ] It'd just...keep complicating things. I don't want that.
[ The Maiden, however, doesn't care about wants other than hers, especially when these two's are so trivial in comparison. She sighs under Monika's hand, coaxing something into the atmosphere to help set the mood. A little aphrodisiac might just be what the virgin doctor forcibly ordered for them. ]
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The cost for the damage be damn. The Maiden shouldn't have trapped them here in the first place!]
Some do, and they are called friends with benefits. Even I know that. Besides, that's why I was negotiating for... Stuff to be less intense instead of making us do things as if we were.... Were lovers.
[Even though he ultimately agrees that they shouldn't be pressured into sex like this (especially by a painting of all things), he's yet to find another way out from inside the elevator.
He doesn't mind talk of sex, but likewise, gets easily flustered unless he's mildly drunk or aphro'd, too. At least they both are similar in that regard.
And speaking of aphro'd, with the two seemingly favor bickering over sex, Soundwave completely misses the spraying sound coming from the painting, but he does eventually notice the change in the atmosphere soon after. As his voice begins to trail off during the argument, the aphrodisiac starts to take effect, his body gradually heats up, and his face flushes under the mask.]
... Is it.... is it getting hot in here?
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[ Note to self: look more into the ins and outs of "friends with benefits" so she doesn't look dumb later. ]
Even if it might get us out of here, it's... [ She pauses, breathing a little harder. ] You're not. You're not the person I love...
[ Her hand slides down the canvas, and she holds her head with it. The Maiden smiles, leering above her. Go on, Monika. Keep breathing in. Keep up the useless denials. This sweet virgin was only enhancing feelings that already exist! ]
Um. I...what was I saying?
[ Holding her chest now, she backs away, pressing up against one of the walls. She wanted to ask him something. Right? ]
How close are you? Have you found some stairs? Maybe...stop. Just in case.
[ What the hell was she saying? ]
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It's nonsensical. Illogical. But it doesn't matter. The thought wasn't able to linger long enough for him to take stock of it before the aphrodisiac starts seeping in, gradually filling the
His head is spinning. Soundwave nearly stumbles on himself as he finds purchase on the same wall Monika is on, hands gripping on the railing, head pressing against the wall. Then, he turns his head to Monika... Were they arguing about something?]
If... that is what you want. [A pause.] No, I think... it is best that I return to the room for now.
[What is he saying? Shouldn't he be rescuing them?
Turning to press his back against the wall, he clutches his own arms, grip hard as he inches closer and closer to Monika until they bump shoulders. Face still trained on her, he then pulls his mask down, the visor dematerialize as it uncovers the desires burning in his eyes, panting lightly. Ah... what's happening with this body?]
Monika...?
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But, my Watch. I can't let you in when we're...
[ When they're here. Together. Right where they should be.
She glances his way when he bumps into her, eyes widening briefly once she sees his mask disappear. No more hiding from her. Completely exposed again. Well...not as much as she knows he can be.
Her hand reaches for one of his and grasps tightly. One moment, she tries to shove him back. The next, she pulls, wanting him closer. He's not the person she loves, but does it really matter now? Does anything really matter? Like he said, "friends with benefits" was a thing.
Monika takes hold of his other hand. She pulls him forward, pulls herself towards him. She sighs softly at the relief, muttering, barely audible: ]
Player, I'm...
[ No. Soundwave's there. The Player's insignificant. She pulls him closer, all of her problems falling away, the Maiden's laughter echoing in her ears. ]
What do you want?
[ She asks him, looking into his eyes. For once, it shouldn't be only her wants that matter. ]
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There's no struggle as she pulls him towards her, and his free hand finds itself on Monika's hip. His face fully flushed red. There's desires in his eyes, too. Wants. Needs. Utterly exposed for her eyes to see.
It's a whisper, but he catches it clear as crystal. Player? He wonders, but it isn't important enough to distract him from Monika, still. As she pulls him closer, his chest pressing against hers, he leans his face forward with his lips pursed. But he doesn't complete the kiss, instead stopping mere inches away, but close enough that their lips would brush when either one talks.]
I... Want to be inside you.
[A simple want. Nothing more. His front leans in closer, pressing their chests more, and pressing his crotch against hers. There's a rise down on his crotch now, under the bodysuit. Not just desires in his eyes, but there is desire pooling down there as well.
With his desire running rampart demanding to be quelled, he finally completes the kiss. But unlike the chaste kiss they had last night, this... is more passionate. His lips press deeply against hers, his hand abandons her hip in favor of wrapping an arm around her neck, and his tongue slips out, lap at her lips to demand entry.]
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Her body lights up at his words, fire spreading as their bodies meld together. Unlike last night, with the full force of resort now pushing at her, she has nothing left to hold her back. His obvious arousal fuels hers to an unbearable level so quickly, she shudders, her thighs slapping together at the delicious ache.
He wants her. She wants him. There's no need to grasp for justification. Everything is perfect and right.
She moans into his mouth, readily letting him into hers. While they hungrily taste each other, she reaches under her dress, working to yank her panties out of the way as soon as possible. If he wants in down there, too, there's no need to have anything slowing him down. ]
Clothes off. [ It's murmured into their kisses, the presses of her lips becoming unfocused as her desperation grows. She hasn't forgotten how easily he can undress. ] Now.
[ Otherwise she'll find some way to hack it off herself, by physical or digital means. ]
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Ah... perhaps it was fortunate that he followed her in his holoavatar rather than his original body.
Right now, all he cares about is quenching the fire that is suddenly lit in his chest. The desire to be as physically close to Monika as physically possible. To be as one with Monika. The desire to touch and be touched? It is at its strongest now. His arm is still around her neck while his kiss gradually gets hungrier and hungrier, tongue dancing with Monika's, chin wet with drools. His other hand let go of hers to remove and let the puffy jacket drop onto the floor. No, he isn't dematerializing his clothes like he did last night.
Easy as it may be, he opts to not do that. An act of defiance? Thinking it'll be fun to discard his clothes at the same pace as Monika?
Either way, Soundwave reaches down with his hand down to his crotch and pulls the material until it rips, leaving a sizable tear where his erect cock is freed. They wouldn't have delay that part, but as for the rest of his bodysuit...?
Well, she's seen how easily the material tears off.]
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Her eyes narrow further as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. That little display? Being taken as an act of defiance. After yesterday, she can already tell she hates defiance. ]
Oh. So that's how it's going to be, huh?
[ She begins to reach out to furiously rip at fabric, but after a quiet chuckle from their painterly guest, a few choice implements have materialized on a small but ornate table, just to really spice things up. Notably, there's an equally-ornate knife. Monika doesn't hesitate with snatching it up. Eat your heart out, Yuri.
She presses back in roughly, unrelenting, until he's trapped against the railing and wall. Her grin's crooked, more than a little unhinged. She snatches up a torn edge of the fabric near his cock, avoiding giving him even the smallest touch of pleasure otherwise. ]
Think you can stay still~?
[ The knife plunges forward, almost as if she's determined to jam it inside and spill his guts, but she instead shoves it into the breach in his bodysuit, yanking it up and up, easily tearing through as if she's wielding a red-hot blade. She slows down near his breasts, squeezing them together with her forced efforts to make him wait for the inevitable drop. It's what he asked for, isn't it? Going sloooow?
At last. The pressure's released, and the knife jumps up quickly, finishing the job of cleaving the upper area apart. Monika lets it linger near his throat. It's an empty threat. How badly could she hurt him, really?
Would she hurt him if she tried to find out? ]
Go on. Help me out, Sparky. Or do you not know how to take off clothes the normal way?
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He knew that being this way would agitate or anger Monika, but he wasn't expecting a knife to come into play. Still though, he finds this... curious. Standing completely still against the wall and railing, Soundwave looks down to see the knife tearing through his bodysuit like butter, anticipation building when she slows down, but he has enough self control to not make a sound when she finally cleave upwards. Soundwave lifts and presses the back of his head against the wall, narrowly avoiding the sharp knife, slashing through some strand of his hair. That was... dangerous.
Yet... Why does he feel excitement coursing through his body? That doesn't reflect well on his face, still maintained the flat expression, but there is a wild glint in his narrowed eyes, head still with the knife near his neck.]
I didn't think you'd be good with a knife, Monika.
[The threat of a knife near his throat won't stop him from talking. It isn't the first time he found himself in this situation.... Though a gun to his face would be more common than a knife to his throat. Still, he takes the threat seriously enough and begins to remove his bodysuit, letting it slip through his arms, and then rest of his clothes, before all of the clothing dematerialized. Soon enough, he is entirely bare from top to bottom. No mask. No visor. Nothing.
He isn't afraid, even when his head is pressed back against the wall, even with a knife to his throat. Of course, there is a small worry inside, as any grievous injuries to his avatar will still reflect the pain to his real body, but... Would Monika really go that far to hurt him?]
You have me. So, what are you going to do now? Or, are you all talk and no shock?
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[ She will not elaborate further. Not the time. But maybe he shouldn't be trusting her with such a dangerous object...?
Though her mind is addled with lust, throwing her into a heat that she can no longer resist, she's having a realization under it all. That danger? That power? Used like this, she thinks she likes it. Just look at what one tiny threat got her, and she didn't even have to glitch things to death! She breathes out a long, slow breath of satisfaction against his mouth, pressing the tip of the knife up into the avatar's skin. Just the tiniest bit. Such a curiosity, wondering what color his blood would be if she went far enough. ]
I'm not so sure I have you, though. You're way too feisty for someone so grumpy.
[ The knife's used to tilt his chin up, then she flicks the blade away, taking a few steps back. She sets the knife down, eyes staying on his. Her hands slide down her sides to pull up on the dress she'd put on so meticulously, pulling it up and over her head, messing up the hair she'd done with such extra care. Her shoes are then kicked aside, leaving her bra and the panties that were left clinging to her hips. They soon join the rest of the pile, then she makes sure the ribbon in her hair is extra secure.
Ahh, what a familiar feeling, the same anticipation she felt before she knew it was time to get her hands dirty. Just before she had to do what was necessary to get what was hers. ]
Then again, maybe I'm too...cute?
[ Had she heard him this morning? Was that a coincidence? He gets to decide. She gets to keep using it as ammo, as she'd readily tucked it away, even under all the fluster. No matter the person, no matter how much she likes them, she's always searching for weaknesses. Anything that'll help her maintain control over her pawns. ]
Ahaha. What "shocking" do I need to do, anyway? I know what you want. [ She steps back in, sliding her hands over his wrists and easing them upward with deceptive gentleness. ] You're all talk once you get these.
[ His hands are roughly shoved up against her breasts. She groans, encouraging his fingers to squeeze. Dig in. Practically crush the soft mounds. Her hardened nipples poke into his palms, and she groans again at the friction.
Their bodies press closer. Her hips roll against his, seeking a different friction. As soaked as she already is down there, though, his cock is going to be more slick than anything. ]
Or...am I wrong?
[ If she is, she'll get the knife. If she's not, she'll probably still get the knife. ]
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But the excitement of it all has any and all rational thoughts be thrown out the window. Just a burning curiosity to see how this will all go? How far would their desires take them? It feels... right to let loose. Much as he likes giving up all control to Monika in this situation, he has an idea to wrestle that control away from her, but he'll let Monika have her fun first.
With the blade no longer on his throat, his body soon relaxes and he lets out a breath that he's kept holding the entire time. Now, he gets to relax a bit and enjoy the view of her undressing before him. The front now, rather than her back, drinking in the sight. Only for Moinika to then hit him with a word that gets a somewhat surprise look on his face. Said surprise is just him raising both his brows, but it lasts for half a second before his expression goes back to his normal stoic.
Cute?
No, that... Has to be a coincidence. It has to be. Of course, Monika would think herself cute, right? No way she actually had heard him earlier this morning.
Instinct has his hands immediately go for a squeeze as soon as he feels the softness pressed against his palms. He wasn't actively thinking about them, but.... she's right that's what he wants.]
You got me there....
[He still blames Monika for that. Loving her breasts so much, that is. Without much ado, his fingers squeeze the soft mounds more harshly, fingers pinching, tweaking, and rubbing the hardened nipples. If she's letting him crush them so lovingly, then he'll do just as encouraged.
He ruts against Monika's crotch; her juice makes his erect cock slick and wet and his own pre paints her stomach, as he humps his hips against her.
However, he can't have Monika thinks she has full control over him yet. She'll have to do some work to achieve that. So, he yanks one of his hands free of Monika's grip, abandoning a breast. Then he dips his head down and aims for the breast he just abandoned, engulfing the nipple with his mouth and then sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. Nothing harsh, but surely she'll feel them.
Does he care that she's still able to threaten him with a knife? The thought possibly entered his mind for half a second, but it's soon disregarded in favor of having a taste of her nipple and breast.]
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[ That's the funny thing about power. Outside of a video game, where she's no longer an omnipotent, omnipresent goddess, the balance of it is precarious. When someone can fight back, it's not nearly so simple to keep hold of it. How frustrating.
Her thighs tremble against him, then her entire body soon follows, then she fights to get away from his mouth's attack. All she manages is to shift things further out of her favor. Now she's the one pressed against the wall, clinging to the railing for dear life. Can he even keep his mouth on her? She's panting so heavily, it must be hard to maintain purchase. God, the pain and pleasure...
No. She can't give in. Whimpering through a moan, she grits her teeth, glancing at the table. There are some restraints, all sorts of things meant to cause pain, but she eyes the knife again. What better way to send a message? She had to remind him who was meant to be in charge.
Monika growls, straining for the knife while unconsciously pushing his head further into her chest, on top of slightly lifting one leg, dragging his hips closer. Her wetness meshes further with his, her clit throbbing against his length. ]
That's not. What I wanted!
[ She's managed to close her fingers around the knife's handle. Another thing she's becoming aware of? Pain and pleasure can be one in the same, but sometimes, you need one more than the other.
Her head tilts back in defiance, and she aims a slash at his arm. ]
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Far too focused on Monika's breast for him to realize the knife is back in her hand. Too late to notice it coming, too late to avoid the slash.]
Ah!
[That would do it. With that one slash, Soundwave releases her nipple with a pained sound, holding the fresh wound on his arm with his other hand, body shivering, blood leaking out between his fingers. It looks like he's bleeding, only that.... it is glowing bright purple.
Soundwave huffs, lets go of his bleeding arm, and looks down to his bloodied hand. Clenching into a fist, his eyes then lift back up to Monika, ignoring the pain. He's suffered worse injuries than this.]
I didn't think you had it in you.
[He keeps his eyes trained on Monika's but keeping the knife in his peripheral. Just in case. Then, he reaches his bloodied hand to her face and presses it against her cheek, smearing his blood on her. It should be safe. Unlike his real blood where it may possibly be toxic to humans, this is just a hologram.
But if the knife would be a cause for him to second guess his action... Well, he dives forward for his lips to press against hers, not caring about the potential consequences. Even if she tries again, he'll ignore the pain for a passionate kiss.
But he does eventually break the kiss and says:]
Fine. You win. I'll follow only your command.
[He'll submit. For now.]
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Wouldn't want you thinking I'm a pushover, would I?
[ His hand slides against her, a fresh brand. Her head tilts back, the smile widening. What a claim. She claims him back, her tongue slipping out of one corner of her mouth, stealing a taste. It may not be real, but it's real enough to her, just like swallowing him whole had been the previous night. He'd tasted good then, and he tastes just as good now.
The smile remains when he goes for a kiss. She'll allow it, because it feels so good when combined with just how fucked up this situation was increasingly becoming. Monika pulls him forward with the hand holding the knife, the cold metal pressing into his back, but it's just the upper part of the blade. A small reprieve built into a small warning.
Once he moves away, she wipes at her lips, smudging blood onto them. A giant mech, made of metal, held in the palm of her hands. It's almost too easy. ]
Don't forget the "Lord" part. It's important~
[ After recklessly dragging the flat of the knife against her folds, she holds it to his lips. But before he can possibly have a taste of her, she lifts it out of reach then nods towards the floor, the Maiden's hums of pleasure brushing past her ears. ]
Go on. Beg for the privilege of tasting me again.
[ Since he makes things so easy. ]
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That thrill shoots up when he sees her nonchalantly tastes his blood. Much like how she was able to taste him last night, his blood had a metallic and sweet taste to it. However, the consistency is best described as lubricants like oil than it is human blood.
Flicking some of the fresh purple blood still on his hand, he then smears some more on the wall behind Monika to clean up his hand a little, Soundwave could just as easily "healed" the wound, by rematerializing the holoavatar. But he keeps it at this state for now, so he could feel the pain and pleasure lingering on his arm, a constant reminder of who's in charge.
Besides, Monika looks.... Beautiful with his blood on her, so if some more got onto her, it'll be great.
His tongue slips out to have a taste of Monika on the knife. But alas, it isn't meant to be, as Monika lifts the knife away from his face. Her demand for him to beg gets a mildly surprise look on his face.
His mouth opens and closes, hesitant to follow such a command. It's so lowly of him to beg, but...... he finds himself lowering down to his knees
anyway. Arms wrapping around her leg, he stares up at Monika with a pleading and desperate look in his eyes, with his wounded arm pressing against the other leg, painting his blood on her.]
I... Please, Lord Monika. I want to taste you again. Not just your... your private- [Of course, even in this state, still refuses the less dignified terms.] I want to taste... all of you. So.... please.
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Her lips purse into a pout as she tuts. It'd almost read as some facsimile of pity, if not for how wicked she continues to look. ]
Aww. Look at you. Kind of pathetic, isn't it?
[ She noticed the hesitance. May as well rub salt into a different wound. What's he going to do about it? Bleed on her more?
He's done a decent enough job. She'll prod the side of his mouth with the knife, allowing him the sampling of her he was denied before. That, and another small cut along his cheek to join the other. A true generosity. She could've made the price for that gift worse.
It's all a ruse, of course. She's not done. ]
But the thing is...I don't think you're pathetic enough.
[ Her bloodied leg slides out of his grasp, and as she leans back against the wall for balance, she presses her foot against his chest. She'll push and push until he's on his back on the floor. She'll push, push, push until he submits, brushing the knife over her tongue to enjoy another sweet treat while she waits. ]
Ask me again. And... [ She can hardly suppress her giggle. ] Don't use "privates."
[ It'd be a struggle for her, too, being so undignified. She's not the one begging right now, though, is she? So please, suffer on her behalf. Really put your perverted little heart into it, Sparky. ]
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But it shows how he yearns for it so much that his tongue is immediately out when the knife returns near his mouth, licking the flat side to lap up what is just a sample of her sweet taste. Not even the small cut to his cheek is acknowledged as he's licking the steel until Monika lifts it away once more.
That's fine. He'd already beg for it, so he'll earn more. Able to lap at her pussy now, right?]
What...?
[Not pathetic enough? His eyes are wide in surprise. After that... that display. she doesn't think it's pathetic enough? Surprised, Soundwave is easily pushed down to his back and continued pressure on his chest gets a groan out of him, struggling yet also not struggling hard enough to push the foot away from him.
It's a struggle, of course, to use those words he'd considered undignified. Perhaps, in this moment, it'll be fine to toss dignity aside for pleasure, to have his face shoved between her legs. But what came out of his mouth instead is:]
You... You wouldn't be able to say anything else but "privates", either.
[Oh, he's just asking for punishment with that. In this position, he knows he's just asking forit. Or, he might just be a glutton for punishment.]
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disaster duo lmao
can't spell disaster without some letters of their names 😎
true im dying laughing at this
same, because it takes real skill to make the afterglow more disastrous than the sex
omg it just gets worse and worse monika pls
monika logic™ at its finest!
the best funni logic
and it only gets worse lmaoooo
o he's just ded
rip soundwave 2000024 - 2024
i light a candle for his soul rip
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