▶ 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. 💕
[With her thumb on his lower lip, he slips his tongue out to taste her and leaves it to linger there for a few second while thrusting without pause. Then, he dips his head slightly down and swallows the tip of her thumb, suckling on it gently and even giving some bit of gentle love bites.
Using his exact words against him does cause him to narrow his eyes at her, but he's ultimately fine with it.
Sounding sincere and being sincere are different. Being an empath, Soundwave would know the difference. Fortunately for her, with his aphro'd mind and confused state, he can't quite tell between true and false. As all he cares about now is pleasure, sating both his and Monika's urges.]
I'm... Not. Not sure what, ngh.... What's romantic about me.
[He genuinely doesn't think anything he's done is romantic. Probably just in denial, there. Who really cares about that, though. What matters now is how good Monika feels, thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy is quickly proofing to be quite the exhilarating feeling. Or maybe sex in general is such an exhilarating thing, as his body is remembering more and more of that feeling after each thrust. But an idea comes to mind that might be more exhilarating than this basic missionary position.
He pauses. Both his hands hooks to the back of her knees, then lifts her legs up causing her hips to be lifted up off the floor as well. There, now she looks completely vulnerable in this position. No escape. It gives him the rush of safely overpowering Monika, even though the reality is that he's still wrapped around her fingers. Is he aware of it? Probably, but perhaps he's best suited on the submissive role if her words alone affected him enough to change course.
His rough pounding begins anew.
Moaning her name out, he looks down to watch her face, then to her jiggling breasts as things speed up, enjoying the sight for a few more seconds before pressing his hands down on her breasts. More of his blood being painted and spread on her body.]
Beautiful. [A praise leaves his lips.] You... Feel too good, Monika.
[ She's beneath him again, but she feels she's firmly seated back on her throne. Her dear, sweet Soundwave is allowed to taste her thumb, nip at her--a reward for submitting to her once more. It grants her a taste of her own, reminding her how good he is at tasting the pussy he's currently pounding. So fucked up, she thinks again, somewhere in a vague corner of her mind.
Good. Maybe that's how this was supposed to be. ]
You couldn't stand to be without seeing my face, could you? [ Her thumb slides across his cheek, a streak of purple left in its wake. ] Ahaha. Made of metal, but you're a giant softie inside.
[ She has to pause once he hooks her legs, mostly because she wasn't expecting it. Once her hips tip back, up, off the floor, she rasps out his name in turn, her mouth caught open at how much of a difference that change made. The change seems to satisfy their watcher, too, mainly because Monika's growing noisier again while forced into such a vulnerable state.
Still, she will rule. As she's been learning, it doesn't matter what position she's in. She'll always find a way to stamp him into submission...as long as he never peeks into her mind or senses her emotions. That'll be one hell of a difficulty spike.
A future problem. Right now-- ]
H-How do you feel? The, ah. The real you.
[ She's never seen the real him in this state. She wants to imagine it. That's why she'd kept joking about it the night before, getting off on the idea that she held power over two parts of him at the same time. Her walls throb and throb around his cock as her imagination goes wild already. Combined with him fondling her chest, granting her hardened nipples blessed friction, covering her with more of his essence, it's getting increasingly difficult to hold out. She wants more. She doesn't want it to end. She wants to scream in ecstasy, just for him. Give her everything.
Monika drags him down for a kiss, unfocused and sloppy, too caught up in pleasure as she tilts her hips back as much as possible, letting him go deeper than he's ever been. ]
C'mon. Tell me. Keep being a good little robot for me.
[ He'd said to be careful with using that word before. It'd slipped out unintentionally. Or had it? Maybe wrapping it up in her own gift of praise will soften the blow and encourage more praise for her. If not? Maybe the anger would only make him fuck her harder. In her eyes, it's a win-win situation. ]
[Robot.... Intentional? Or is she too caught up in the pleasure and say that to him? Either way, it makes him boil inside. So, he angrily thrusts down into her and begins a new aggressive pounding as "punishment", though unaware that he is playing into her hands. Actually, even if he was aware, it wouldn't change his response to her calling him a "robot". Besides, if this gets Monika noisier than ever? All the better for him to keep at this new pace.]
Not so... Romantic if you insult me, my sweet Lord Monika.
[Angry at her for calling him a "robot". Though it couldn't be said that her praise was completely overridden by the insult. His blows are intense now, but his praises keep on rolling. Keep being a good little mech for her. He will. Honestly, at times he finds himself not really minding being submissive to Monika, it's sending good vibes inside him, too. Even when he's topping her, her sweet, honeyed words has an affect on him.
All of that wouldn't matter though if he couldn't tell if Monika is enjoying herself as well, though. Thankfully, his empath powers is telling him that she is. As without it, he wouldn't be sure and it would affect his performance. Is there something deeper to read? Certainly. There always is something deeper. Fortunately for Monika, and everybody else for that matter, he has the integrity to not be reading deep into anybody's mind. At least until he finds a good reason to enter. Not right now, though.
After getting himself used to this new pace, being so deep into her as physically possible that his cock head is knocking onto her womb, he finally answers her question from earlier.]
.... Good. I feel... good, yet... I am relieving myself right now.
[Unlike before where he was making his way towards Monika's room, had to keep up an air of dignity around people, now that he has the privacy of a room all to himself, he is free to... make a mess, so to speak. It is sending good tingles down the his body part that matters the most in this moment. Good enough to have his spike feel somewhat stimulated, but the feeling wouldn't compare at all if sex was done with his real body instead.]
I-- My real body, also wants relief since..... yesterday.
[He finally admits it. He didn't want to bring it up to Monika yesterday, just so he doesn't grant her any impulsive ideas, especially when they were both drunk. He is currently imagining just how incredible this would feel if they are doing this with his real body instead, though. If she already feels this good from his holoavatar? Maybe a hundred times more pleasurable than what the information is currently feeding into him. Of course, the increased risk of hurting her in his real body is the main reason that makes him hesitate. Could a human be able to handle someone of his size? Could Monika?
The holoavatar is a good enough compromise, he feels. It may leave him wanting more in the end, but he can stamp that feeling out by relieving himself with his own hand.
Without his mask, the pleasure is plain to see on his face. Gasping and groaning from the intense pleasure his sensitive shaft is feeling, his mouth hangs open and his eyes roll back behind lid from pounding hard and fast into Monika's pussy, before refocusing back on Monika's face.
It takes a lot of power not to collapse on her, but he dives down anyway. For another sloppy kiss, pushing his lips onto hers for a passionate, intense kiss, pressing his palms down harder to crush her soft breasts. Then, he pushes himself back home and slurps back the trail of saliva that stretched between them.... And something of small smile of utter fondness curves his lips.]
Who do you think you are calling a big softie? [The tsundere returns. But--] But I... do enjoy seeing your face. I want to... Keep looking at you.
[Just so he can watch how her sweet expression twisting from pleasure.]
[ Ahhh. So she got the anger! She openly cackles, though her moans cut through each one. What a fun bonus, getting confirmation that he definitely doesn't like having "robot" directed at him. It's something she'll have to tuck away for the right moments. The impact will lessen if she overdoes it.
...Or if he smashes her in the bad way. That's also a possibility. ]
Forgive me, my sweet little underling~ [ Is that better? Probably not. ] This isn't the most romantic setting, so I guess it's easy to forget to be that way~
[ Did much of that make sense? Almost every syllable was followed by an ah! or hn! He's making being dominant harder by fucking her so hard. This won't stop her taunting, of course. It'll simply take more effort. ]
Are you jacking off without me, then? Stroking your cock?
[ He'd challenged her earlier over saying things the dirtiest way possible. He's not getting away with "relieving himself" now. It doesn't take mind-reading to see how much she already loves to make him squirm. Thank you, Soundwave, for giving her another new kink!
(Again, this taunting is probably losing most of its oomph. She's barely got enough oxygen to talk, for the second time in this cursed elevator.) ]
I bet you've been thinking of that the whole time we've been together! When we had food, when I sat in your lap, when we took a bath... [ The snicker she manages is weak, but it's there. ] Poor Soundwave, lying next to me all night, wishing I would be the one to stroke his cock for him~
[ He really shouldn't have admitted this to her. It's the worst possible ammo to hand over. Granted, she probably won't be able to use it when she's not a doped-up aphro fiend, but she's done crazier things. Anything's possible when you want to hurt someone enough, when you're insane enough to hurt yourself to destroy someone else.
Monika groans through her other hurt, the carnal ache inside. He's hammering at her core and pulling her under with him, giving him plenty to see bouncing beneath him. Her thighs tighten around him, her legs yearning to wrap around him and bury him deeper than ever. Later on, once they're free and recovering, washing off their shame, won't his marks on her remain? Not just from his hands crushing into her chest, but will she ever be able to see him as anything other than a bloody mess? Won't she see his essence staining her face forever? ]
F-Fuck, I'm so close...
[ One eye opens in time to see the curve of his lips. Hers curve up, too. She's temporarily losing control, but it's good to see him this way. It's good to know she's the one giving him this pleasure. No one else.
Now, for the final blow. Something to really get him hooked on her for good. She waits for just the right moment, right when she's got plenty of air in her lungs, when there's the slightest lull in the loud slapping of their bodies slamming together. Not that it's necessary to do so, as good as his hearing is. But he'll hear these words, see them leave her lips, loud and clear. ]
Ah. Haha. To make up for messing up the...romance. Is this the part where I say to the big softie th-that--that I love him?
Hah... Look at you, trying your hardest to tease me. Can't you see your current position? You could barely speak
[It's not like Soundwave is any better. Gasps and groans leave him in the middle of his own bantering. He doesn't need oxygen like Monika, but this frantic and vigorous fucking is leaving him mentally "breathless" that he's having trouble forming sentences himself without hitching a breath.
Ah, why does he keep underestimating this girl? He wasn't expecting her to start talking dirty again with that cute mouth of hers. Meanwhile, he's still stuck with remaining dignify, despite his thrusting being anything but. While her words aren't making him falter in his pounding (if anything it makes him more aggressive), they certainly hits deep enough that he couldn't find the words for it. Which he'll just disguise that fact by letting out shameless moans instead.
Somehow, his already flushed face is getting redder from Monika's dirty talk, however, that just means he'll have to fuck even harder than before after every taunt.]
I wasn't- Ngh! I wasn't thinking about that. [It's a lie. Well, kinda. He was thinking about it when they were taking a bath together, but other than that moment, it didn't cross his mind ever again!] Stop it, otherwise I... I would actually want that.
[He probably won't ask and just tucked in deep inside him. Hell, he'll even forget that he's said such a thing after he recovered from this, unless he get aphro'd and is with Monika while in his real body.
Soundwave coos a sound of approval when her legs wrap around him, burying him deep. But her legs wouldn't make him stop thrusting in and out of her madly. Though occasionally his hips would stop, but not because he's taking a break from the frantic fucking. But he's overcome from her convulsing pussy tightening around his cock, and to allow her to feel his cock was pressing against her.
Soundwave licks his own lips in delight at the sight of her underneath him. It's fun to see how she bounced everytime he thrusts deep into her. So much fun. And... So much regret. Later, he'll have so much regret when he finally sobered up after this and realized he.. practically marked her outside and inside.]
I'm... Getting close, too.
[No more banter from him anymore. Purely focus on pounding in and out with excitement without any pause. Again. And again. And again. And again. Faster and harder as he fucks that tight hole of hers, and with one final slam, he--
What... What did she say? She... loves him?]
Wha-what-- I-I'm- Khh!!
[Sputtering on his own words, there simply isn't enough time for him to determine what she said was simply facetious, or if she truly meant it. Either way, that particular word has an effect on him before the throes of pleasure hits him. And it hits him hard.
Feeling as if his entire inside is churning around itself, the fire in his chest burning hot as his inner thighs tighten. He throbs rapidly inside of Monika until he achieves release, body arching, pushing his hips to be more flush against her as he comes for her
The amount filling inside her is thick, cum coating her insides with plentiful of spurts as he moans her name out loud, long and drawn out, voice tapering as he rides out the waves of orgasm, filling her to the brim. White hot seed even spilling out the sides of her entrance from how much he's cumming. His hand squeeze its hardest on one breast, but his other hand... That bloodied hand instead desperately finds her hand to try and interlock fingers with. It helps to ground him a little while he's coming down from this incredible climax.
Panting hard, his head dips down to catch her lips in a satisfying, deep but slow kiss. Once he breaks the kiss, he pushes himself back up and looks straight into Monika's eyes with.... Affection? Love? In his eyes. He's... he's not even sure of himself anymore. Ever since getting into this elevator, he's been terribly confused and this... this entire moment is making it worse. But one thing is for certain and hasn't change. His hard cock still throbbing inside of her.]
[ She doesn't say much of anything after her onslaught of taunts. Why should she? It'd be easier to watch him bury himself when every fresh stab slowly sinks in. She hopes it's increasingly infuriating, the way her smirk never seems to disappear, as she observes his descent into madness.
Hmm, actually...it might be better to agree with everything. If he didn't want to be a robot, she could be one for him! (If only she knew how close that was to the truth.) ]
Yep. I'm so trapped! I can barely speak!
[ Which is true. He'll probably have to fight her to get her in a position like this again, too. She won't allow him to overcome her so easily again. Or, so sayeth her delusional mind. ]
You weren't thinking about fucking me at all, either. [ When did she word it like that? Oh, right. She didn't. Which is why she figures it'll fluster him more. ] I'll never bring it up again!
[ She will. She knows she should probably spare herself from falling further down this rabbit hole and focus solely on the Player. She should vanish, taking any chances of this relationship blowing up in their faces with her. Can she do it, though? Can she stand not having someone to hang on her every word?
...This is getting more difficult. She spends some time focusing on building up to her own release. It's not wrong to be manipulating someone like this. It's all a game. A means to an end.
Caught up in her own mind, she nearly misses his reaction to her poor excuse of a confession. While she expected a reaction, what he gives her isn't anywhere near her expectations. The smirk disappears, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. Sudden tremors rock her body as he quakes with her, staking another claim on her. She's so shocked, her own pleasure's temporarily forgotten. No sound leaves her lips until he clamps down on her breast, but one tiny sound follows once his hand finds hers. And once he gives that kiss? Once he stares at her with something unlike the faux love she'd teased him with?
Monika cries out. He'd had his own share of pleasure already, coating every inch of her with him until it had no choice but to spill out, but her legs shake around him, and she comes all the same, struggling not to thrash from the intensity. Again, she finds herself unable to make much sound, only able to breathe and grasp his hand so tightly she'd worry about breaking his nonexistent bones.
She doesn't think she'll come down from this. She's flown to too high of a place without a parachute, and the only hope of escape is to leap to her doom. Until she's forced to do so, she can try to forget this. She shuts her eyes, no longer able to look into his.
Why the hell did she walk up to her own grave and willingly decide to dig deeper? ]
[Combined with the aphrodisiac and his loneliness, it creates a recipe of a disaster. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, he couldn't really bear being all alone again, and Monika... she's the closest to a friend he has in this resort. He doesn't want to let go of her, and now he finds out that she loves him? Once he's sobered up though, likewise he'll try to forget this ever happened. When he starts thinking straight again, he'll realize how silly it was to even consider that someone who he just met yesterday could've actually fallen for him and confessed.
That's the crux of the problem. He isn't thinking straight. Right now, he's thinking that he's sitting next to a lover, wanting to believe that the feeling is true, despite the insults, taunts, and the torture she had put him through earlier.
He's stayed long enough in her pussy. Groaning, he pulls out of her, very slowly - to avoid overstimulating, and then sits back to watch his pearly white cum leaking out of her. Then, after gently putting her hips and legs back down on the floor, he flops down to her side, still holding onto her hand. Staring up at the ceiling, he lets the silence linger for a moment, as his voice recovers.]
Did you... [He swallows, panting lightly, then tilts his head to her.] Did you mean what you said? .... Earlier?
[His eyes refocus on Monika. It's her chance to save herself from digging deeper.]
[ No. No, no. He can't think this way. He can't want her this way. He's not supposed to be a lover. He's a friend. A friend, a friend, a friend̷,̴ ̶a̷ ̶f̵r̴i̷e̴n̸d̶-̸-̵
Monika gasps when he moves, then again when he slides himself free. She can immediately feel more seed creeping to the floor and pooling beneath her to join the rest of their combined mess. A mess she should've fought to keep from happening. The same mess that the aphro is pushing for her to keep enjoying, because who doesn't want to love and be loved?
She lies there, lifeless, gaze locked on the same casket ceiling and afraid to budge elsewhere. It gets no better when he finally speaks. All she does is wheeze quietly, willing herself to release her shaking hand from his and failing to do so. ]
I...
[ Can she do it? Can her usual M.O. do the trick? Can she gaslight him, just a bit? ]
What did I say?
[ She's probably digging another hole at this point. ]
[It hurts that Monika isn't meeting his eyes. It... Hurts? He shouldn't be feeling this way. It's... Ridiculous. It's wrong.
They should remain as friends. They can still do something like this in the future and still remain as friends, and yet...
He can't let that one word out of his mind.]
That you... Love me.
[He'll just straight up say it. There's no way he's leaving the elevator until he knows. Or... At least until the aphrodisiac is fully out of his system and realize just how utterly stupid he's being.
A part of him thinks that he shouldn't be pushing this. To avoid further complications. But...a part of him desperately wants to know. And the latter won out evidently.
His hand squeezes hers, unwilling to let go just yet.]
The situation's crumbling further. Why did she joke around with a word that has so much meaning, especially for her? Go figure, stick your hand into a raging fire and you're going to get burned! What a goddamn genius she is!
Her whole body jerks when he squeezes her hand. She can't ignore the problem in front of her face. No delete key. No edits. Lacking those, she blurts out the only thing she thinks can fix this. ]
Yes!
[ No? But...yes! Yes, she can give him the answer he's clearly gunning for, then later on claim she simply got caught up in the moment, because who wouldn't? Romance is just dripping all over this elevator, and not all manner of bodily fluids! ]
Yes, I do. [ She looks his way at last, hoping her nervous smile comes off as something more lovestruck. ] I love you.
[ Ohh, what a mess. The Maiden seems to be enjoying this bonus drama, unlike Monika. The elevator's not moving until this resolves or explodes spectacularly. ]
[Yes? .... She said yes. How truly unfortunate for Monika that the aphrodisiac was enough to confuse Soundwave's empath powers to decipher her true feelings.
He could've accepted the truth with grace, but now... No turning back until something blows up in their faces.
As for Soundwave himself, he's still... Confused. He isn't sure how to reciprocate her feelings. How does one word carries so much weight to it? Does he love her back? A different kind of fire has been light up inside his chest.]
I....
[He stutters, unable to let the words out of his throat. It's... difficult for him, but he'll do something better. Soundwave dives his face forward until their lips are pressed together, slipping a tongue inside for a passionate kiss.
After all, he's more a bit of action than he is words. But really, he's only doing this to build up enough courage to say the word, just as Monika did.
Breaking the kiss, his gaze stay on Monika's.]
I... I love you, too. So, please... Don't leave me alone.
[This is messed up. He will be filled with so much regret and guilt later on, and maybe an intense desire to burn a certain painting down.
But right now, he's staring right at her with affection and love in his eyes, and his cock still fully hard, ready to give her love.]
can't spell disaster without some letters of their names 😎
[ He can't speak. That's probably good, right? She's frazzled his poor alien robot brain enough that the issue's solved and--ohhh, that's one hell of a kiss, what the fuck!
Monika tenses up when all that passion hits her lips, the whimpers and squirms while resisting the desire to kiss back, her free hand coming up to press against his chest. Or at least try to, anyway. It's probably reading as fondling since she can't see where she's reaching. Then no. NonononoNONONONONO! ]
You love--? But you're--and we're--
[ Did someone drench her in human blood instead of his? Because as red as her face is, it's looking that way. He shouldn't be staring at her like that. She shouldn't be enjoying it. And, dear God, does his dick ever decide it needs a rest? Even with aphro, that thing's a beast, a beast she's not sure she can take again. He pounded her pretty damn hard!
Monika subtly pushes herself back, just a bit. The Player's going to be absolutely pissed if they ever find out about this. She has to make some effort to fix the graveyard she's creating. ]
A-Ahaha! I'm not going anywhere! It's just, this is kind of a crappy place to do something like confess love, isn't it? Maybe we should, er, have a redo somewhere else to make sure it actually counts...
[After losing all of his friends in one day, he's still in the middle of processing it all when he arrived, and what he wanted most in his time of need is a trusted friend. Monika seems to be that trusted friend who helped him. But now she's also someone who loves him? That probably meant that she won't leave him, right? Ah, how ironic that he agreed to keep Monika company for a week when he's the one who is most desperate to not be alone.
Desire is pooling inside Soundwave, wanting more of Monika, and it shows with his throbbing cock. His holoavatar may be human, but his stamina is still that of a Cybertronian. Aphro or no aphro, he could still be energetic for another hour or two. Whether they'll be going at it for that long is a different question.
Fortunately for Monika, he doesn't close that gap between them, but he is still holding her hand. Pushing himself to sit upright, he looks around himself. Hell of a blood in here, and so are other fluids in this cursed box. But mostly his purple blood.
Despite the tornado of confusion in his head, there's still some semblance of sanity left in him. Though it's mainly in regards to escaping this elevator.]
Ah... yes. We should leave this place. It isn't.... appropriate for such heavy confessions. [Once then, they could be back to normal and forget it all. One problem, though...] However, has the... elevator moved at all?
[He turns to glare at the painting.
Ah, of course, the Maiden isn't satisfied yet despite the show.]
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same, because it takes real skill to make the afterglow more disastrous than the sex
[ Can he let her hand go? Please? Pretty please? It's impossible to think! Even if the aphro's still pumping away at her, the endless distress is mostly overriding it. She's afraid if she lets go on her own, however, she's going to ruin the precarious peace they've got. Ughhhh, why did he get them into this situation?! ]
Yeah! You know, it should be in a garden or a fancy restaurant or some kind of place that might not be here! Definitely not an elevator!
[ Which...yeah, it hasn't moved. She makes a face at the Maiden with him. Can you not, freaky virgin lady? How much more is there to see when Monika's sure she won't be able to walk properly for days? ]
Maybe we should get our clothes back on, at least? [ She looks back at him, making a weak effort to scoot away again. ] Or maybe cover up a little, since, um...blood...
[ Time for the thousand-yard stare. Someone's just realized there's no way to get back to her room without a very indecent walk of shame, because there's no way she's going to get breakfast anymore. Just shoot her now, please!
Come on, solution, come to her...! ]
Hey! I know! [ She holds up the wrist with her Watch--wait, gotta wipe some blood off on her hip--then waves it in his face. ] Send over a video of you "relieving" yourself! I bet that's hot and crazy!
[Oh right, they should get dressed up. Sorry Maiden, they aren't your games anymore. Luckily for Monika, he finally lets go of her hand to go and grab his jacket left on the floor. Thankfully he left it far away from them to be stained by his blood or come, but he quickly comes back to her side and holds his jacket to her.]
This should cover you down to your thighs.
[Not her face and thighs, however. There are still streaks on blood visible on her, but they can probably find a bathroom and wash those off. As for him, he can probably materialize some new clothes.... Later, it'll take a bit of time to load and materialize new clothes for him, so he'll be entirely nude for the time being.
Soundwave is just about to sit back down and think of a plan of escape when Monika suddenly makes a... suggestion. A suggestion that gets Soundwave to stare at her dead in the eyes.
What.......................]
Uh... Sure?
[Normally Soundwave would be appalled by such a request, calling her crazy for even suggesting that idea, but... hey, aphro'ed brain thinks that's probably a good idea? Why his confused self thinks that's a good idea? Who knows, maybe because Monika think that'll be hot and crazy.
So, after some awkward silence, Monika will receive a ping from a user named Sanctuary. That's Soundwave. Soundwave- his avatar - is flushing a healthy red on his face, wanting to gaze away from his "lover" but unable to, curious to see her reaction to his real cock.
If she's brave enough to tap on the chat, she'll find a video.
And... Wow, that's definitely a cock right there! On the screen! A cock between his legs! An entirely metal cock that is way, way larger than the avatar's! It's decorated, too. With tiny gold accents along the white lengths on its sides, stripes of white along the blue cock head, and red biolight glows through what seems to be a thick sheen of lubricant.
No sound thankfully, but he is "relieving" himself, his own wet metal hand pumping up and down, spurting cum onto the pool in front of him between his legs.
Judging by the pool, he came at the same they all came together. Although his cum is the same glowing purple, much like his blood but thicker.]
[ At last. Freedom from her hand-holding burden...for all of a few seconds. She jerks in surprise when he comes back to offer his jacket to her. How roman--NO, DON'T THINK THAT. Hell if she's not going to take the offer, though. She'd prefer not ruining her clothes any further! They're too nice!
But just as she's starting to think they're moving away from disaster and towards something that's slightly-less chaotic, of course the resort gets to have the last laugh. After standing and shrugging his jacket on, which is seriously romanti--NO--the notification hits. Wait, who's got such a snooty username? Why did he look at her that way?
Oh.
Monika's head snaps over to him, eyes liable to fall out of her head. He didn't. There's no way he did it. She can't even get him to say "jacking off" or things like that! No way he would actually dick pic her!
OH. ]
OH MY GOD!
[ His avatar can stare or not stare however much he'd like, because her eyes are not leaving that video. He's been hiding that giant monster of a metal sausage this entire time? And that's not even its full size! He could literally kill her with his dick if he was his normal size!!
...It's pretty, though. She's mesmerized. Kind of makes human ones look boring in comparison. Is it bad this is only increasing her temptation to actually see it? If only to touch it, just once. Or twice. Lots of times. Plus, how does his purple jizz taste--
No! No! She's thinking the word "no" so many times, it's becoming gibberish in her head. Monika snaps out of the daze of watching him--watching him for a long time, which is highly suspicious for someone that supposedly doesn't love him. She sputters, fumbling with the video controls...and projects the video into the elevator for everyone to enjoy instead of closing it as she intended. What a nice foursome this is now! ]
Oh fuck.
[ Oh fuck, indeed. Said "oh fuck" moment seems to please the Maiden, too, because look at that! The elevator's moving again! The humiliation's delicious. ]
[Hey, his username isn't snooty. Thankfully, she didn't say that out loud, otherwise she might've upset Soundwave.
Also, ow ow ow ow ow. Perhaps he should've expected this, but Soundwave is caught off guard by her yell and reels back from the pain pressing his hands to his ears. Once that ringing subsides, he cracks one eye open to Monika still watching the video. Is she... Looping the video? He's pretty sure he sent a short video of himself.]
Monika...?
[Man, she sure has her eyes glued to her Watch. So, Soundwave just awkwardly stands around, waiting for her to... Stop watching the video? Please, he's getting redder the longer she watches. And... oh boy, it's going to hit him hard later that his first message in their chat history is a dick pic.
His cheeks feel like they're burning, but at least things couldn't get any embarrassing. Oh boy, did he jinx himself there. What follows after her fumbling is , his eyes blink rapidly at first, then they widen to it's fullest when he realizes that... That is a video. Of him jacking off. That is.......]
Monika.... [His voice is strained, his entire body shaking, trying to keep up his calm demeanor that was slowly coming back to him.] Monika, please stop projecting that.
[Please??? He's going to die from embarrassment if somebody enters the elevator. Wait- The elavator's moving. Oh Primus, the elevator's moving! And they're about to reach their floor. Scrap, this is terrible! Horrible! Never mind all the blood and stuff inside, he still needs time to load up his new holomatter clothes! Soundwave looks left and right, desperate for a solution, until his eyes find her dress and panties on the floor.
.....
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Soundwave quickly runs over to her clothes and quickly slips them on. It isn't his style at all, but at least he isn't naked anymore and that part is important. Although with all the blood on him, her cute white dress is ruined with purple. Actually he couldn't hide all the blood and wound on him with this dress...
But hey... Would you look at that? They exchanged clothes. How romantic.]
[ One day, she'll learn to control her volume around him. One day. Not today, though, because how else was she supposed to react? It's not like she's a dick expert! Is she supposed to be quiet when one of the first ones added to her dick repertoire is one like his?!
Another worry for her growing worry pile. The most pressing worry has her flailing around, trying to close the video that she was absolutely looping. Talk about embarrassed. Can he imagine how humiliating it is for someone her age to fail so hard with technology? She's never going to recover from this! It's awful! ]
Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm trying, it's just-- [ Christ, what is wrong with her Watch? Out, damned video! Out, she says! ] I swear they redid the layout since I last used it or something! And...
[ Finally, it's closed! ...Only for her to look up in time to see him grabbing her clothes. The squeak she lets out is so high, the nearby dog population must be going nuts. ]
Nonono, I really like that one...!
[ She whimpers, her arms falling to her sides in defeat. Why is this happening? What has she done to deserve all this suffering? She hangs her head, wishing to disappear into the dark pit under the elevator. Not that she can get such a wish. They've reached their floor, right to some impatient guests that'd been waiting, gawking at the sight that greets them. Yay!
So. Romantic. ]
Can you please come crush me with your dick now?
[ No, not that way. Just literally crush her, thanks. ]
[For what it's worth, he does actually sound apologetic about ruining her pretty dress. Guess they have to do some shopping later. Maybe if it's possible for the two to be near each other. Gosh, can he even face Monika right now? He can't even look straight in her eyes anymore, and he'll avoid looking at her direction until they've reached their floor.
Oh Primus, of course there are people waiting for the elevator. Soundwave takes a deep breathes, closes his eyes, and wishes that Primus above would just strike him down with lightning where he stands...... Nope, he's going to ignore the guests. There's blood on the floor. There's blood on the wall. There's blood all over him. Totally normal. Get the staff to clean it all up. Excuse him, he's walking out of this terribly cursed elevator, thank you.
Wait, what did Monika say...?]
After everything you still want more...? Later.
[Of course his head goes with that meaning instead of literally crushing her with his junk. After everything, how else is he supposed to take it? But later, he says. Well, he wanted more too, but after... all the surprises and fumbles helped with getting rid of the aphrodisiac out of him, he's back to his normal, rational self. Hopefully Monika will forget about that offer.
Now that they're out of the elevator, Soundwave finally lets out a sigh of relief, only to stop in his track when realization hits him.]
I... Wait, back in the elevator, I said--
[Oh.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no.
He did not.
Soundwave slaps his hands on his face as everything that happened in the elevator comes flooding back in his head, especially towards the end. It's coming back to him what he said and how he acted towards Monika was... was... Was unacceptable! He felt something. Something he shouldn't be feeling, brought forth by his mind tampered with the aphrodisiac. Wait, his mind was tampered with, so that couldn't had been true. He was so caught up in the moment that he just blurted out what was appropriate, right?
And did he seriously send a dick pic to her, too?! Oh, that just the cheery on top of this shit cake. Regret and guilt filled his expression, wishing so deeply to hide somewhere where no soul could ever find him. Soundwave turns towards Monika with his eyes peeking between his fingers, glowing red and watery, holding back tears from the sheer embarrassment of it all.]
[ Her mouth opens to say something about her clothes, and...he's leaving. Wait, no! Don't do that without her! Monika scurries after him, shielding her face. Not before lashing out and yelling at the gawkers for being perverts. The perfect thing to say after leaving a bloody, jizz-covered elevator, equally bloody and jizz-covered herself.
Ooof. Walking really is a struggle. And she's pretty sure gravity is doing its thing, since some of that jizz is creeping down her thighs. Can he do the dick crush already?!
...WAIT, NO! NOT LIKE THAT! ]
That's not what I--!
[ She nearly crashes into him when he comes to a stop. Please don't? She'd like to hide in the nearest closet, maybe?
Oh. Oh no. He's losing it. He's losing it more than she's been losing it. She can't focus on her own problems when his are right in front of her face! ]
H-Hey. It's. Um...
[ Awkward. So awkward. But she can't just leave him like this...
Impulse takes over in the same unfortunate way it had in the elevator. She grabs him and swoops him up into a hug. A friendly one, thank you. But, most importantly, it gets his face out of sight. If she saw it any longer, it'd haunt her for ages. ]
Don't worry about it. And don't worry about the dress. In fact, we can pretend none of it happened at all! What do you say?
[ What a swell, completely impossible idea. Her favorite. ]
[No, no, he wanted to run away. He can't run if she's hugging him like this. Yet it feels... Nice? However, he couldn't find the strength to push her away. Instead, hesitantly holds his arms up before completing the hug. Soundwave at least recognizes that it's a friendly hug. Or at least he so hopes that it's a friendly hug instead of anything more.]
Do you... Not hate me?
[He blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. Neither of them were themselves, but he feels like he treated her rather horribly and played with her feelings at the end. Despite the wound still present on his arm. Still the guilt is very much eating at him for he still cares for his friend at the end of the day.
Soundwave is not a crier. Well, his avatar looks like he's about to burst into tears, but technically he isn't crying. Right at this moment, where his real body is currently residing, his visor is glowing bright from the intense embarrassment and shame, and the avatar could only translate it into teary eyes.
Her suggestion, though?]
That.... Is for the best. We'll just... forget it all happened.
[Moving on and pretend nothing happened? Well, what do you know, it's also Soundwave's favorite. Adding another to the list of things Soundwave keeps deep inside him and to never acknowledge ever again. Surely, he won't explode from bottling up all his issues in the future.
Don't mind him not letting go of the hug for a little bit longer. But eventually, he's calmed himself down enough and breaks the hug, feeling a tiny bit better (But not really, though).]
You wanted breakfast, did you not? Let's... wash your face first at least.
[ Her body twitches in his grasp as she blinks in confusion. And she thought she was bad about being dramatic. At least she normally has a reason to be that way! What's his excuse? ]
Why would I hate you? None of that was our fault! It was all that stupid painting!
[ How convenient, having such an easy source to blame that clusterfuck on. Now she can completely absolve herself of shame with no worries. As if she hadn't already, but it's good to have his permission on top of it all. ]
Sooo, good! It's agreed! We have a small gap in our memories now!
[ It's almost as good as editing them out. She'll gladly take this real-world alternative. He gets an appreciative pat on his back as something weird stings at her chest. Something like guilt, maybe?
Hmm. Nah. Probably just the realization she'll have to edit out him calling her cute earlier, too. ]
Okay, then! We'll-- [ Hold on. If he hadn't broken the hug first, she'd have done it herself. ] There's no way I can get breakfast looking like this! I'm only wearing your coat thing! And I'm pretty sure I left my shoes back there...
[ They look like a fucking mess, she's trying to say. This attempt to forget what happened is off to an amazing start. Then, just like that, the thought of it makes her abruptly laugh. ]
Jeez. [ She pinches at her dress on him, laughing some more. ] I never thought I'd say someone's blood looks pretty while being covered in it, but...here I am.
I made you think I was about to stab you, did I not?
[Sure, he intentionally missed her because the part of him that couldn't hurt his friend took over, but as a good friend, he shouldn't have done something like that in the first place. And plenty more, really. That confession he made still plagued in his mind, despite his attempt to not think about it. That one in particular is what made him wanted to run away. But... she's right. All the blames lies on that stupid painting. In the end, it was that painting who created that bizarre situation and made them acted that way..]
I wish I could burn that painting down.
[Consequences be damned.
Enough about that cursed elevator, though. They want to forget it all, right? Besides, Soundwave is feeling a little better now and is back to his normal self. A stoic line face. Ah, he forgot his mask, as well, didn't he? Oh well, he can just rematerialize it.
Now the problem here is what Monika just pointed out.]
Hm, it's best we return to your room then. And let's use the stairs. [Might as well get some new set of clothes for her. Plus, it'll give him time to re-materialize his avatar, including getting rid these unsightly wound on him.
Her remark at the end gets a bit of a stare from Soundwave, then an amused huff. So much for trying to forget it all, but it is rather amusing to think back to that moment.]
You would not be the only one who thought that. [Just so she knows she wasn't alone on being weird like that.]
[ She gives a vague shrug at the stabbing thing. Water under the bridge! Mostly because it's probably the one thing she definitely wants to have no memory of. The way he looked down at her...it was something that made her wonder, for just a short time, if she'd looked the same when she did what was necessary to get what was hers.
Instead of saying much more about it, she just giggles and shrugs again. ]
If you set the painting on fire, make sure you invite me to watch~
[ Which is a little uncomfortable to say, since they'd been watched the entire time, doing all they did. Ugh, forgetting all this stuff was turning out to be harder than she anticipated. The rush of seeing him completely crushed beneath her heel...
No! Focus! She nods, heading towards one of the nearby staircases. ]
We've got a lot of stairs to go up, but...yeah. I'm avoiding the elevator for a while. [ She sighs deeply as she leads them on and starts climbing the stairs. ] And maybe less people will see us looking like we're covered in toxic waste, ehehe...
[ Which just draws her mind back to the video she looped--GODDAMMIT. Think about something else! Talk about something else! ]
Your coat! It's. Wow, so comfy. Can you control that? [ Wait. ] Now that I think about it, why didn't you just poof on more clothes instead of stealing mine?!
[Even if Monika didn't think it's a big deal and forgives him, it's still a guilt that'll remain in him. That'll be difficult to forget; the look of fear in her eyes because of him isn't a look he wanted to see again. And, if he had actually stabbed her, he wouldn't ever forgive himself.
Still, he chooses not to push the subject any more than necessary.]
I lent you my coat. It's only fair I took yours.
[Right? It makes sense to him.]
The actual reason why I did not just "poof"- [And yes, he did just airqoute with his fingers.] -more clothes is because I have to generate new clothes. You ruined my bodysuit, remember?
[He knows he really shouldn't be referring back to what happened in the elevator, but it's a bit difficult not to given the conversation. If she didn't tear it in half, it'll still be usable.]
It will take some time for me to materialize new clothes, and it takes a lot of energy to do so. [Gosh, he'll need a lot of refuel after this.]
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Using his exact words against him does cause him to narrow his eyes at her, but he's ultimately fine with it.
Sounding sincere and being sincere are different. Being an empath, Soundwave would know the difference. Fortunately for her, with his aphro'd mind and confused state, he can't quite tell between true and false. As all he cares about now is pleasure, sating both his and Monika's urges.]
I'm... Not. Not sure what, ngh.... What's romantic about me.
[He genuinely doesn't think anything he's done is romantic. Probably just in denial, there. Who really cares about that, though. What matters now is how good Monika feels, thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy is quickly proofing to be quite the exhilarating feeling. Or maybe sex in general is such an exhilarating thing, as his body is remembering more and more of that feeling after each thrust. But an idea comes to mind that might be more exhilarating than this basic missionary position.
He pauses. Both his hands hooks to the back of her knees, then lifts her legs up causing her hips to be lifted up off the floor as well. There, now she looks completely vulnerable in this position. No escape. It gives him the rush of safely overpowering Monika, even though the reality is that he's still wrapped around her fingers. Is he aware of it? Probably, but perhaps he's best suited on the submissive role if her words alone affected him enough to change course.
His rough pounding begins anew.
Moaning her name out, he looks down to watch her face, then to her jiggling breasts as things speed up, enjoying the sight for a few more seconds before pressing his hands down on her breasts. More of his blood being painted and spread on her body.]
Beautiful. [A praise leaves his lips.] You... Feel too good, Monika.
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Good. Maybe that's how this was supposed to be. ]
You couldn't stand to be without seeing my face, could you? [ Her thumb slides across his cheek, a streak of purple left in its wake. ] Ahaha. Made of metal, but you're a giant softie inside.
[ She has to pause once he hooks her legs, mostly because she wasn't expecting it. Once her hips tip back, up, off the floor, she rasps out his name in turn, her mouth caught open at how much of a difference that change made. The change seems to satisfy their watcher, too, mainly because Monika's growing noisier again while forced into such a vulnerable state.
Still, she will rule. As she's been learning, it doesn't matter what position she's in. She'll always find a way to stamp him into submission...as long as he never peeks into her mind or senses her emotions. That'll be one hell of a difficulty spike.
A future problem. Right now-- ]
H-How do you feel? The, ah. The real you.
[ She's never seen the real him in this state. She wants to imagine it. That's why she'd kept joking about it the night before, getting off on the idea that she held power over two parts of him at the same time. Her walls throb and throb around his cock as her imagination goes wild already. Combined with him fondling her chest, granting her hardened nipples blessed friction, covering her with more of his essence, it's getting increasingly difficult to hold out. She wants more. She doesn't want it to end. She wants to scream in ecstasy, just for him. Give her everything.
Monika drags him down for a kiss, unfocused and sloppy, too caught up in pleasure as she tilts her hips back as much as possible, letting him go deeper than he's ever been. ]
C'mon. Tell me. Keep being a good little robot for me.
[ He'd said to be careful with using that word before. It'd slipped out unintentionally. Or had it? Maybe wrapping it up in her own gift of praise will soften the blow and encourage more praise for her. If not? Maybe the anger would only make him fuck her harder. In her eyes, it's a win-win situation. ]
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Not so... Romantic if you insult me, my sweet Lord Monika.
[Angry at her for calling him a "robot". Though it couldn't be said that her praise was completely overridden by the insult. His blows are intense now, but his praises keep on rolling. Keep being a good little mech for her. He will. Honestly, at times he finds himself not really minding being submissive to Monika, it's sending good vibes inside him, too. Even when he's topping her, her sweet, honeyed words has an affect on him.
All of that wouldn't matter though if he couldn't tell if Monika is enjoying herself as well, though. Thankfully, his empath powers is telling him that she is. As without it, he wouldn't be sure and it would affect his performance. Is there something deeper to read? Certainly. There always is something deeper. Fortunately for Monika, and everybody else for that matter, he has the integrity to not be reading deep into anybody's mind. At least until he finds a good reason to enter. Not right now, though.
After getting himself used to this new pace, being so deep into her as physically possible that his cock head is knocking onto her womb, he finally answers her question from earlier.]
.... Good. I feel... good, yet... I am relieving myself right now.
[Unlike before where he was making his way towards Monika's room, had to keep up an air of dignity around people, now that he has the privacy of a room all to himself, he is free to... make a mess, so to speak. It is sending good tingles down the his body part that matters the most in this moment. Good enough to have his spike feel somewhat stimulated, but the feeling wouldn't compare at all if sex was done with his real body instead.]
I-- My real body, also wants relief since..... yesterday.
[He finally admits it. He didn't want to bring it up to Monika yesterday, just so he doesn't grant her any impulsive ideas, especially when they were both drunk. He is currently imagining just how incredible this would feel if they are doing this with his real body instead, though. If she already feels this good from his holoavatar? Maybe a hundred times more pleasurable than what the information is currently feeding into him. Of course, the increased risk of hurting her in his real body is the main reason that makes him hesitate. Could a human be able to handle someone of his size? Could Monika?
The holoavatar is a good enough compromise, he feels. It may leave him wanting more in the end, but he can stamp that feeling out by relieving himself with his own hand.
Without his mask, the pleasure is plain to see on his face. Gasping and groaning from the intense pleasure his sensitive shaft is feeling, his mouth hangs open and his eyes roll back behind lid from pounding hard and fast into Monika's pussy, before refocusing back on Monika's face.
It takes a lot of power not to collapse on her, but he dives down anyway. For another sloppy kiss, pushing his lips onto hers for a passionate, intense kiss, pressing his palms down harder to crush her soft breasts. Then, he pushes himself back home and slurps back the trail of saliva that stretched between them.... And something of small smile of utter fondness curves his lips.]
Who do you think you are calling a big softie? [The tsundere returns. But--] But I... do enjoy seeing your face. I want to... Keep looking at you.
[Just so he can watch how her sweet expression twisting from pleasure.]
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...Or if he smashes her in the bad way. That's also a possibility. ]
Forgive me, my sweet little underling~ [ Is that better? Probably not. ] This isn't the most romantic setting, so I guess it's easy to forget to be that way~
[ Did much of that make sense? Almost every syllable was followed by an ah! or hn! He's making being dominant harder by fucking her so hard. This won't stop her taunting, of course. It'll simply take more effort. ]
Are you jacking off without me, then? Stroking your cock?
[ He'd challenged her earlier over saying things the dirtiest way possible. He's not getting away with "relieving himself" now. It doesn't take mind-reading to see how much she already loves to make him squirm. Thank you, Soundwave, for giving her another new kink!
(Again, this taunting is probably losing most of its oomph. She's barely got enough oxygen to talk, for the second time in this cursed elevator.) ]
I bet you've been thinking of that the whole time we've been together! When we had food, when I sat in your lap, when we took a bath... [ The snicker she manages is weak, but it's there. ] Poor Soundwave, lying next to me all night, wishing I would be the one to stroke his cock for him~
[ He really shouldn't have admitted this to her. It's the worst possible ammo to hand over. Granted, she probably won't be able to use it when she's not a doped-up aphro fiend, but she's done crazier things. Anything's possible when you want to hurt someone enough, when you're insane enough to hurt yourself to destroy someone else.
Monika groans through her other hurt, the carnal ache inside. He's hammering at her core and pulling her under with him, giving him plenty to see bouncing beneath him. Her thighs tighten around him, her legs yearning to wrap around him and bury him deeper than ever. Later on, once they're free and recovering, washing off their shame, won't his marks on her remain? Not just from his hands crushing into her chest, but will she ever be able to see him as anything other than a bloody mess? Won't she see his essence staining her face forever? ]
F-Fuck, I'm so close...
[ One eye opens in time to see the curve of his lips. Hers curve up, too. She's temporarily losing control, but it's good to see him this way. It's good to know she's the one giving him this pleasure. No one else.
Now, for the final blow. Something to really get him hooked on her for good. She waits for just the right moment, right when she's got plenty of air in her lungs, when there's the slightest lull in the loud slapping of their bodies slamming together. Not that it's necessary to do so, as good as his hearing is. But he'll hear these words, see them leave her lips, loud and clear. ]
Ah. Haha. To make up for messing up the...romance. Is this the part where I say to the big softie th-that--that I love him?
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Hah... Look at you, trying your hardest to tease me. Can't you see your current position? You could barely speak
[It's not like Soundwave is any better. Gasps and groans leave him in the middle of his own bantering. He doesn't need oxygen like Monika, but this frantic and vigorous fucking is leaving him mentally "breathless" that he's having trouble forming sentences himself without hitching a breath.
Ah, why does he keep underestimating this girl? He wasn't expecting her to start talking dirty again with that cute mouth of hers. Meanwhile, he's still stuck with remaining dignify, despite his thrusting being anything but. While her words aren't making him falter in his pounding (if anything it makes him more aggressive), they certainly hits deep enough that he couldn't find the words for it. Which he'll just disguise that fact by letting out shameless moans instead.
Somehow, his already flushed face is getting redder from Monika's dirty talk, however, that just means he'll have to fuck even harder than before after every taunt.]
I wasn't- Ngh! I wasn't thinking about that. [It's a lie. Well, kinda. He was thinking about it when they were taking a bath together, but other than that moment, it didn't cross his mind ever again!] Stop it, otherwise I... I would actually want that.
[He probably won't ask and just tucked in deep inside him. Hell, he'll even forget that he's said such a thing after he recovered from this, unless he get aphro'd and is with Monika while in his real body.
Soundwave coos a sound of approval when her legs wrap around him, burying him deep. But her legs wouldn't make him stop thrusting in and out of her madly. Though occasionally his hips would stop, but not because he's taking a break from the frantic fucking. But he's overcome from her convulsing pussy tightening around his cock, and to allow her to feel his cock was pressing against her.
Soundwave licks his own lips in delight at the sight of her underneath him. It's fun to see how she bounced everytime he thrusts deep into her. So much fun. And... So much regret. Later, he'll have so much regret when he finally sobered up after this and realized he.. practically marked her outside and inside.]
I'm... Getting close, too.
[No more banter from him anymore. Purely focus on pounding in and out with excitement without any pause. Again. And again. And again. And again. Faster and harder as he fucks that tight hole of hers, and with one final slam, he--
What... What did she say? She... loves him?]
Wha-what-- I-I'm- Khh!!
[Sputtering on his own words, there simply isn't enough time for him to determine what she said was simply facetious, or if she truly meant it. Either way, that particular word has an effect on him before the throes of pleasure hits him. And it hits him hard.
Feeling as if his entire inside is churning around itself, the fire in his chest burning hot as his inner thighs tighten. He throbs rapidly inside of Monika until he achieves release, body arching, pushing his hips to be more flush against her as he comes for her
The amount filling inside her is thick, cum coating her insides with plentiful of spurts as he moans her name out loud, long and drawn out, voice tapering as he rides out the waves of orgasm, filling her to the brim. White hot seed even spilling out the sides of her entrance from how much he's cumming. His hand squeeze its hardest on one breast, but his other hand... That bloodied hand instead desperately finds her hand to try and interlock fingers with. It helps to ground him a little while he's coming down from this incredible climax.
Panting hard, his head dips down to catch her lips in a satisfying, deep but slow kiss. Once he breaks the kiss, he pushes himself back up and looks straight into Monika's eyes with.... Affection? Love? In his eyes. He's... he's not even sure of himself anymore. Ever since getting into this elevator, he's been terribly confused and this... this entire moment is making it worse. But one thing is for certain and hasn't change. His hard cock still throbbing inside of her.]
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Hmm, actually...it might be better to agree with everything. If he didn't want to be a robot, she could be one for him! (If only she knew how close that was to the truth.) ]
Yep. I'm so trapped! I can barely speak!
[ Which is true. He'll probably have to fight her to get her in a position like this again, too. She won't allow him to overcome her so easily again. Or, so sayeth her delusional mind. ]
You weren't thinking about fucking me at all, either. [ When did she word it like that? Oh, right. She didn't. Which is why she figures it'll fluster him more. ] I'll never bring it up again!
[ She will. She knows she should probably spare herself from falling further down this rabbit hole and focus solely on the Player. She should vanish, taking any chances of this relationship blowing up in their faces with her. Can she do it, though? Can she stand not having someone to hang on her every word?
...This is getting more difficult. She spends some time focusing on building up to her own release. It's not wrong to be manipulating someone like this. It's all a game. A means to an end.
Caught up in her own mind, she nearly misses his reaction to her poor excuse of a confession. While she expected a reaction, what he gives her isn't anywhere near her expectations. The smirk disappears, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. Sudden tremors rock her body as he quakes with her, staking another claim on her. She's so shocked, her own pleasure's temporarily forgotten. No sound leaves her lips until he clamps down on her breast, but one tiny sound follows once his hand finds hers. And once he gives that kiss? Once he stares at her with something unlike the faux love she'd teased him with?
Monika cries out. He'd had his own share of pleasure already, coating every inch of her with him until it had no choice but to spill out, but her legs shake around him, and she comes all the same, struggling not to thrash from the intensity. Again, she finds herself unable to make much sound, only able to breathe and grasp his hand so tightly she'd worry about breaking his nonexistent bones.
She doesn't think she'll come down from this. She's flown to too high of a place without a parachute, and the only hope of escape is to leap to her doom. Until she's forced to do so, she can try to forget this. She shuts her eyes, no longer able to look into his.
Why the hell did she walk up to her own grave and willingly decide to dig deeper? ]
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That's the crux of the problem. He isn't thinking straight. Right now, he's thinking that he's sitting next to a lover, wanting to believe that the feeling is true, despite the insults, taunts, and the torture she had put him through earlier.
He's stayed long enough in her pussy. Groaning, he pulls out of her, very slowly - to avoid overstimulating, and then sits back to watch his pearly white cum leaking out of her. Then, after gently putting her hips and legs back down on the floor, he flops down to her side, still holding onto her hand. Staring up at the ceiling, he lets the silence linger for a moment, as his voice recovers.]
Did you... [He swallows, panting lightly, then tilts his head to her.] Did you mean what you said? .... Earlier?
[His eyes refocus on Monika. It's her chance to save herself from digging deeper.]
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Monika gasps when he moves, then again when he slides himself free. She can immediately feel more seed creeping to the floor and pooling beneath her to join the rest of their combined mess. A mess she should've fought to keep from happening. The same mess that the aphro is pushing for her to keep enjoying, because who doesn't want to love and be loved?
She lies there, lifeless, gaze locked on the same casket ceiling and afraid to budge elsewhere. It gets no better when he finally speaks. All she does is wheeze quietly, willing herself to release her shaking hand from his and failing to do so. ]
I...
[ Can she do it? Can her usual M.O. do the trick? Can she gaslight him, just a bit? ]
What did I say?
[ She's probably digging another hole at this point. ]
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They should remain as friends. They can still do something like this in the future and still remain as friends, and yet...
He can't let that one word out of his mind.]
That you... Love me.
[He'll just straight up say it. There's no way he's leaving the elevator until he knows. Or... At least until the aphrodisiac is fully out of his system and realize just how utterly stupid he's being.
A part of him thinks that he shouldn't be pushing this. To avoid further complications. But...a part of him desperately wants to know. And the latter won out evidently.
His hand squeezes hers, unwilling to let go just yet.]
Monika....
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The situation's crumbling further. Why did she joke around with a word that has so much meaning, especially for her? Go figure, stick your hand into a raging fire and you're going to get burned! What a goddamn genius she is!
Her whole body jerks when he squeezes her hand. She can't ignore the problem in front of her face. No delete key. No edits. Lacking those, she blurts out the only thing she thinks can fix this. ]
Yes!
[ No? But...yes! Yes, she can give him the answer he's clearly gunning for, then later on claim she simply got caught up in the moment, because who wouldn't? Romance is just dripping all over this elevator, and not all manner of bodily fluids! ]
Yes, I do. [ She looks his way at last, hoping her nervous smile comes off as something more lovestruck. ] I love you.
[ Ohh, what a mess. The Maiden seems to be enjoying this bonus drama, unlike Monika. The elevator's not moving until this resolves or explodes spectacularly. ]
disaster duo lmao
He could've accepted the truth with grace, but now... No turning back until something blows up in their faces.
As for Soundwave himself, he's still... Confused. He isn't sure how to reciprocate her feelings. How does one word carries so much weight to it? Does he love her back? A different kind of fire has been light up inside his chest.]
I....
[He stutters, unable to let the words out of his throat. It's... difficult for him, but he'll do something better. Soundwave dives his face forward until their lips are pressed together, slipping a tongue inside for a passionate kiss.
After all, he's more a bit of action than he is words. But really, he's only doing this to build up enough courage to say the word, just as Monika did.
Breaking the kiss, his gaze stay on Monika's.]
I... I love you, too. So, please... Don't leave me alone.
[This is messed up. He will be filled with so much regret and guilt later on, and maybe an intense desire to burn a certain painting down.
But right now, he's staring right at her with affection and love in his eyes, and his cock still fully hard, ready to give her love.]
can't spell disaster without some letters of their names 😎
Monika tenses up when all that passion hits her lips, the whimpers and squirms while resisting the desire to kiss back, her free hand coming up to press against his chest. Or at least try to, anyway. It's probably reading as fondling since she can't see where she's reaching. Then no. NonononoNONONONONO! ]
You love--? But you're--and we're--
[ Did someone drench her in human blood instead of his? Because as red as her face is, it's looking that way. He shouldn't be staring at her like that. She shouldn't be enjoying it. And, dear God, does his dick ever decide it needs a rest? Even with aphro, that thing's a beast, a beast she's not sure she can take again. He pounded her pretty damn hard!
Monika subtly pushes herself back, just a bit. The Player's going to be absolutely pissed if they ever find out about this. She has to make some effort to fix the graveyard she's creating. ]
A-Ahaha! I'm not going anywhere! It's just, this is kind of a crappy place to do something like confess love, isn't it? Maybe we should, er, have a redo somewhere else to make sure it actually counts...
true im dying laughing at this
Desire is pooling inside Soundwave, wanting more of Monika, and it shows with his throbbing cock. His holoavatar may be human, but his stamina is still that of a Cybertronian. Aphro or no aphro, he could still be energetic for another hour or two. Whether they'll be going at it for that long is a different question.
Fortunately for Monika, he doesn't close that gap between them, but he is still holding her hand. Pushing himself to sit upright, he looks around himself. Hell of a blood in here, and so are other fluids in this cursed box. But mostly his purple blood.
Despite the tornado of confusion in his head, there's still some semblance of sanity left in him. Though it's mainly in regards to escaping this elevator.]
Ah... yes. We should leave this place. It isn't.... appropriate for such heavy confessions. [Once then, they could be back to normal and forget it all. One problem, though...] However, has the... elevator moved at all?
[He turns to glare at the painting.
Ah, of course, the Maiden isn't satisfied yet despite the show.]
same, because it takes real skill to make the afterglow more disastrous than the sex
Yeah! You know, it should be in a garden or a fancy restaurant or some kind of place that might not be here! Definitely not an elevator!
[ Which...yeah, it hasn't moved. She makes a face at the Maiden with him. Can you not, freaky virgin lady? How much more is there to see when Monika's sure she won't be able to walk properly for days? ]
Maybe we should get our clothes back on, at least? [ She looks back at him, making a weak effort to scoot away again. ] Or maybe cover up a little, since, um...blood...
[ Time for the thousand-yard stare. Someone's just realized there's no way to get back to her room without a very indecent walk of shame, because there's no way she's going to get breakfast anymore. Just shoot her now, please!
Come on, solution, come to her...! ]
Hey! I know! [ She holds up the wrist with her Watch--wait, gotta wipe some blood off on her hip--then waves it in his face. ] Send over a video of you "relieving" yourself! I bet that's hot and crazy!
[ What..... ]
omg it just gets worse and worse monika pls
This should cover you down to your thighs.
[Not her face and thighs, however. There are still streaks on blood visible on her, but they can probably find a bathroom and wash those off. As for him, he can probably materialize some new clothes.... Later, it'll take a bit of time to load and materialize new clothes for him, so he'll be entirely nude for the time being.
Soundwave is just about to sit back down and think of a plan of escape when Monika suddenly makes a... suggestion. A suggestion that gets Soundwave to stare at her dead in the eyes.
What.......................]
Uh... Sure?
[Normally Soundwave would be appalled by such a request, calling her crazy for even suggesting that idea, but... hey, aphro'ed brain thinks that's probably a good idea? Why his confused self thinks that's a good idea? Who knows, maybe because Monika think that'll be hot and crazy.
So, after some awkward silence, Monika will receive a ping from a user named Sanctuary. That's Soundwave. Soundwave- his avatar - is flushing a healthy red on his face, wanting to gaze away from his "lover" but unable to, curious to see her reaction to his real cock.
If she's brave enough to tap on the chat, she'll find a video.
And... Wow, that's definitely a cock right there! On the screen! A cock between his legs! An entirely metal cock that is way, way larger than the avatar's! It's decorated, too. With tiny gold accents along the white lengths on its sides, stripes of white along the blue cock head, and red biolight glows through what seems to be a thick sheen of lubricant.
No sound thankfully, but he is "relieving" himself, his own wet metal hand pumping up and down, spurting cum onto the pool in front of him between his legs.
Judging by the pool, he came at the same they all came together. Although his cum is the same glowing purple, much like his blood but thicker.]
monika logic™ at its finest!
But just as she's starting to think they're moving away from disaster and towards something that's slightly-less chaotic, of course the resort gets to have the last laugh. After standing and shrugging his jacket on, which is seriously romanti--NO--the notification hits. Wait, who's got such a snooty username? Why did he look at her that way?
Oh.
Monika's head snaps over to him, eyes liable to fall out of her head. He didn't. There's no way he did it. She can't even get him to say "jacking off" or things like that! No way he would actually dick pic her!
OH. ]
OH MY GOD!
[ His avatar can stare or not stare however much he'd like, because her eyes are not leaving that video. He's been hiding that giant monster of a metal sausage this entire time? And that's not even its full size! He could literally kill her with his dick if he was his normal size!!
...It's pretty, though. She's mesmerized. Kind of makes human ones look boring in comparison. Is it bad this is only increasing her temptation to actually see it? If only to touch it, just once. Or twice. Lots of times. Plus, how does his purple jizz taste--
No! No! She's thinking the word "no" so many times, it's becoming gibberish in her head. Monika snaps out of the daze of watching him--watching him for a long time, which is highly suspicious for someone that supposedly doesn't love him. She sputters, fumbling with the video controls...and projects the video into the elevator for everyone to enjoy instead of closing it as she intended. What a nice foursome this is now! ]
Oh fuck.
[ Oh fuck, indeed. Said "oh fuck" moment seems to please the Maiden, too, because look at that! The elevator's moving again! The humiliation's delicious. ]
the best funni logic
Also, ow ow ow ow ow. Perhaps he should've expected this, but Soundwave is caught off guard by her yell and reels back from the pain pressing his hands to his ears. Once that ringing subsides, he cracks one eye open to Monika still watching the video. Is she... Looping the video? He's pretty sure he sent a short video of himself.]
Monika...?
[Man, she sure has her eyes glued to her Watch. So, Soundwave just awkwardly stands around, waiting for her to... Stop watching the video? Please, he's getting redder the longer she watches. And... oh boy, it's going to hit him hard later that his first message in their chat history is a dick pic.
His cheeks feel like they're burning, but at least things couldn't get any embarrassing. Oh boy, did he jinx himself there. What follows after her fumbling is , his eyes blink rapidly at first, then they widen to it's fullest when he realizes that... That is a video. Of him jacking off. That is.......]
Monika.... [His voice is strained, his entire body shaking, trying to keep up his calm demeanor that was slowly coming back to him.] Monika, please stop projecting that.
[Please??? He's going to die from embarrassment if somebody enters the elevator. Wait- The elavator's moving. Oh Primus, the elevator's moving! And they're about to reach their floor. Scrap, this is terrible! Horrible! Never mind all the blood and stuff inside, he still needs time to load up his new holomatter clothes! Soundwave looks left and right, desperate for a solution, until his eyes find her dress and panties on the floor.
.....
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Soundwave quickly runs over to her clothes and quickly slips them on. It isn't his style at all, but at least he isn't naked anymore and that part is important. Although with all the blood on him, her cute white dress is ruined with purple. Actually he couldn't hide all the blood and wound on him with this dress...
But hey... Would you look at that? They exchanged clothes. How romantic.]
and it only gets worse lmaoooo
Another worry for her growing worry pile. The most pressing worry has her flailing around, trying to close the video that she was absolutely looping. Talk about embarrassed. Can he imagine how humiliating it is for someone her age to fail so hard with technology? She's never going to recover from this! It's awful! ]
Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm trying, it's just-- [ Christ, what is wrong with her Watch? Out, damned video! Out, she says! ] I swear they redid the layout since I last used it or something! And...
[ Finally, it's closed! ...Only for her to look up in time to see him grabbing her clothes. The squeak she lets out is so high, the nearby dog population must be going nuts. ]
Nonono, I really like that one...!
[ She whimpers, her arms falling to her sides in defeat. Why is this happening? What has she done to deserve all this suffering? She hangs her head, wishing to disappear into the dark pit under the elevator. Not that she can get such a wish. They've reached their floor, right to some impatient guests that'd been waiting, gawking at the sight that greets them. Yay!
So. Romantic. ]
Can you please come crush me with your dick now?
[ No, not that way. Just literally crush her, thanks. ]
o he's just ded
[For what it's worth, he does actually sound apologetic about ruining her pretty dress. Guess they have to do some shopping later. Maybe if it's possible for the two to be near each other. Gosh, can he even face Monika right now? He can't even look straight in her eyes anymore, and he'll avoid looking at her direction until they've reached their floor.
Oh Primus, of course there are people waiting for the elevator. Soundwave takes a deep breathes, closes his eyes, and wishes that Primus above would just strike him down with lightning where he stands...... Nope, he's going to ignore the guests. There's blood on the floor. There's blood on the wall. There's blood all over him. Totally normal. Get the staff to clean it all up. Excuse him, he's walking out of this terribly cursed elevator, thank you.
Wait, what did Monika say...?]
After everything you still want more...? Later.
[Of course his head goes with that meaning instead of literally crushing her with his junk. After everything, how else is he supposed to take it? But later, he says. Well, he wanted more too, but after... all the surprises and fumbles helped with getting rid of the aphrodisiac out of him, he's back to his normal, rational self. Hopefully Monika will forget about that offer.
Now that they're out of the elevator, Soundwave finally lets out a sigh of relief, only to stop in his track when realization hits him.]
I... Wait, back in the elevator, I said--
[Oh.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no.
He did not.
Soundwave slaps his hands on his face as everything that happened in the elevator comes flooding back in his head, especially towards the end. It's coming back to him what he said and how he acted towards Monika was... was... Was unacceptable! He felt something. Something he shouldn't be feeling, brought forth by his mind tampered with the aphrodisiac. Wait, his mind was tampered with, so that couldn't had been true. He was so caught up in the moment that he just blurted out what was appropriate, right?
And did he seriously send a dick pic to her, too?! Oh, that just the cheery on top of this shit cake. Regret and guilt filled his expression, wishing so deeply to hide somewhere where no soul could ever find him. Soundwave turns towards Monika with his eyes peeking between his fingers, glowing red and watery, holding back tears from the sheer embarrassment of it all.]
Monika, I.... My... My apologies.
rip soundwave 2000024 - 2024
Ooof. Walking really is a struggle. And she's pretty sure gravity is doing its thing, since some of that jizz is creeping down her thighs. Can he do the dick crush already?!
...WAIT, NO! NOT LIKE THAT! ]
That's not what I--!
[ She nearly crashes into him when he comes to a stop. Please don't? She'd like to hide in the nearest closet, maybe?
Oh. Oh no. He's losing it. He's losing it more than she's been losing it. She can't focus on her own problems when his are right in front of her face! ]
H-Hey. It's. Um...
[ Awkward. So awkward. But she can't just leave him like this...
Impulse takes over in the same unfortunate way it had in the elevator. She grabs him and swoops him up into a hug. A friendly one, thank you. But, most importantly, it gets his face out of sight. If she saw it any longer, it'd haunt her for ages. ]
Don't worry about it. And don't worry about the dress. In fact, we can pretend none of it happened at all! What do you say?
[ What a swell, completely impossible idea. Her favorite. ]
i light a candle for his soul rip
Do you... Not hate me?
[He blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. Neither of them were themselves, but he feels like he treated her rather horribly and played with her feelings at the end. Despite the wound still present on his arm. Still the guilt is very much eating at him for he still cares for his friend at the end of the day.
Soundwave is not a crier. Well, his avatar looks like he's about to burst into tears, but technically he isn't crying. Right at this moment, where his real body is currently residing, his visor is glowing bright from the intense embarrassment and shame, and the avatar could only translate it into teary eyes.
Her suggestion, though?]
That.... Is for the best. We'll just... forget it all happened.
[Moving on and pretend nothing happened? Well, what do you know, it's also Soundwave's favorite. Adding another to the list of things Soundwave keeps deep inside him and to never acknowledge ever again. Surely, he won't explode from bottling up all his issues in the future.
Don't mind him not letting go of the hug for a little bit longer. But eventually, he's calmed himself down enough and breaks the hug, feeling a tiny bit better (But not really, though).]
You wanted breakfast, did you not? Let's... wash your face first at least.
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Why would I hate you? None of that was our fault! It was all that stupid painting!
[ How convenient, having such an easy source to blame that clusterfuck on. Now she can completely absolve herself of shame with no worries. As if she hadn't already, but it's good to have his permission on top of it all. ]
Sooo, good! It's agreed! We have a small gap in our memories now!
[ It's almost as good as editing them out. She'll gladly take this real-world alternative. He gets an appreciative pat on his back as something weird stings at her chest. Something like guilt, maybe?
Hmm. Nah. Probably just the realization she'll have to edit out him calling her cute earlier, too. ]
Okay, then! We'll-- [ Hold on. If he hadn't broken the hug first, she'd have done it herself. ] There's no way I can get breakfast looking like this! I'm only wearing your coat thing! And I'm pretty sure I left my shoes back there...
[ They look like a fucking mess, she's trying to say. This attempt to forget what happened is off to an amazing start. Then, just like that, the thought of it makes her abruptly laugh. ]
Jeez. [ She pinches at her dress on him, laughing some more. ] I never thought I'd say someone's blood looks pretty while being covered in it, but...here I am.
[ Hmmmm. ]
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[Sure, he intentionally missed her because the part of him that couldn't hurt his friend took over, but as a good friend, he shouldn't have done something like that in the first place. And plenty more, really. That confession he made still plagued in his mind, despite his attempt to not think about it. That one in particular is what made him wanted to run away. But... she's right. All the blames lies on that stupid painting. In the end, it was that painting who created that bizarre situation and made them acted that way..]
I wish I could burn that painting down.
[Consequences be damned.
Enough about that cursed elevator, though. They want to forget it all, right? Besides, Soundwave is feeling a little better now and is back to his normal self. A stoic line face. Ah, he forgot his mask, as well, didn't he? Oh well, he can just rematerialize it.
Now the problem here is what Monika just pointed out.]
Hm, it's best we return to your room then. And let's use the stairs. [Might as well get some new set of clothes for her. Plus, it'll give him time to re-materialize his avatar, including getting rid these unsightly wound on him.
Her remark at the end gets a bit of a stare from Soundwave, then an amused huff. So much for trying to forget it all, but it is rather amusing to think back to that moment.]
You would not be the only one who thought that. [Just so she knows she wasn't alone on being weird like that.]
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Instead of saying much more about it, she just giggles and shrugs again. ]
If you set the painting on fire, make sure you invite me to watch~
[ Which is a little uncomfortable to say, since they'd been watched the entire time, doing all they did. Ugh, forgetting all this stuff was turning out to be harder than she anticipated. The rush of seeing him completely crushed beneath her heel...
No! Focus! She nods, heading towards one of the nearby staircases. ]
We've got a lot of stairs to go up, but...yeah. I'm avoiding the elevator for a while. [ She sighs deeply as she leads them on and starts climbing the stairs. ] And maybe less people will see us looking like we're covered in toxic waste, ehehe...
[ Which just draws her mind back to the video she looped--GODDAMMIT. Think about something else! Talk about something else! ]
Your coat! It's. Wow, so comfy. Can you control that? [ Wait. ] Now that I think about it, why didn't you just poof on more clothes instead of stealing mine?!
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Still, he chooses not to push the subject any more than necessary.]
I lent you my coat. It's only fair I took yours.
[Right? It makes sense to him.]
The actual reason why I did not just "poof"- [And yes, he did just airqoute with his fingers.] -more clothes is because I have to generate new clothes. You ruined my bodysuit, remember?
[He knows he really shouldn't be referring back to what happened in the elevator, but it's a bit difficult not to given the conversation. If she didn't tear it in half, it'll still be usable.]
It will take some time for me to materialize new clothes, and it takes a lot of energy to do so. [Gosh, he'll need a lot of refuel after this.]
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