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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. 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 April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
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Making a face down at him, she tries to shift him, but that only has him dropping down into her lap. She sighs deeply, holding her forehead. She's making this so much worse. Not that it matters. He conked out, just like she did. Which means this is a perfect opportunity to say what he deserves to not-hear. ]
Idiot.
[ Gently, she eases their hands apart, then brings his hand up to peer at it closely. The hand she was holding is fine, but when she looks at the other? Sure enough, the tiniest smudge of his glowing blood is there. She sighs harder. Sleeping Beauty? Roses? Just as she thought. This stupid resort!
Her gaze shifts down to her dozing Prince Grump, kissing his bleeding finger. She knows what part of him she needs to kiss to fix this, thanks to his sleuthing. Is there a need to rush, though? If anyone deserves some rest, it's him. With a shake of her head and a soft chuckle, she makes some effort to move him so his head's resting on a proper pillow, setting his flowers aside so they don't get damaged. Sorry, Princey, no more boobs or thighs for you. ]
Why can't you always look this way, huh? Learn to relax for once in your life!
[ It...really is nice to see him like this. She tugs her pillow over and lies down next to him, watching him rest. It's much more interesting than how he probably is in the garage. Staring at his vehicle form wouldn't be nearly as fun.
Sighing once more, she reaches out, brushing some hair out of his face. More than anything, she's dreamt of a moment like this. With the Player, yes, but he's a fine substitute. He always has been. Hell, she barely thinks of the Player when she's around him.
Her hand eases away with a frown. There's that uncomfortable feeling again, intermingling with the warmth of being with him. Now she's having her own crisis while lying with the sleeping beauty that's none the wiser. ]
I wonder if... [ She hesitates. Maybe it'd help to get these words out. Some routine cleaning of her memory or something. ] Would it have been better if you never came back? Then maybe you wouldn't have revived all these feelings I thought I had taken care of. Maybe I'd--
[ What she was going to say would get swallowed down. If she says it, it'll make it real. Her face turns into her pillow. She can't. She'll keep it inside. It's better that way, to suffer alone, just as she always has. ]
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Soundwave is normally a light sleeper. Millions of years at war made it all but impossible to sleep through even the softest footsteps of a human. Always have to be alert. Always at the ready. A brush near his face would certainly stirred him awake, but it didn't. The most she'll get is a twitch of his finger, brushing against her lips and cheek accidentally as she fixes the small injury with a kiss.
He can't say that he's ever had a good sleep in his life. Even before the war, he had lived on the streets and those were hardly comfortable places to sleep, especially when his "home" was a dredge. It wasn't all terrible, because he had his friends to keep him company, provide him with warmth he'd never expected anyone to care enough to give.
Much like Monika is providing him right now. He purrs to himself inside his dream, unheard in reality. When she brushes some hair out of him, he'd be tempted to lean forward, welcome more of the soft hand on him, but he refrains himself from doing so. Or rather, he can't. Because dreams aren't meant to be easily manipulable.
In reality, aside from the earlier twitch, he hasn't moved a muscle, only his chest rising and falling, stimulating breathing. If he had heard her words, he'd certainly be hurt by them and even wonder what she meant by revived feelings, but with most things regarding, he'd keep it deep within him. And perhaps never confront them.
Nothing enters his ears fortunately, as a pleasant dream enters his mind, petals falling over his body, surrounding him. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks falling down the light blue sky... A sight he's sure does not belong in the real world.]
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Her face turns back out to watch him again. She touches his cheek, keeping her hand in place this time. They're both caught up in dreams of different kinds. ]
Why couldn't you be the person I'm supposed to be with...?
[ He's throwing a wrench into all of her carefully-crafted plans. It's almost like she's back in her game, dealing with the same situation, only this time she actually cares about the one tossing the wrench. No matter how much she tries to rightfully force herself away...he yanks her back in somehow.
Just as always happens when the dissonance in her mind gets to be too much, her usual coping mechanism creeps in. Delusion slowly snakes out, a vine that chokes out any further rational thought. Maybe...she's been worried about this for no reason. In this moment, Soundwave can be the Player. Anything's possible, after all, if every pained step she's taken got her to this point. The Player...was lying in front of her, and always has been.
She smiles as her worries float away. Now, she can say whatever she wants, because these words were destined for the mech that'd searched far and wide for her. ]
Ahaha, sorry. I guess I'm being dramatic, huh? It's only right that I feel this way. We've been through so much together, haven't we? Besides, any relationship worth fighting for isn't meant to be easy.
[ With a contented noise, she slides her arms around him and brings their bodies together. His head settles on her shoulder, and while she intertwines their legs, she imagines they're comfortable and warm in her bed where they belong. She's always wanted to stare at the object of her affection for hours, after all. ]
You're everything I didn't expect, you know, especially after some of the things you've done. You're so grumpy and rude and not nearly as affectionate as I thought you'd be. Also? You're not even from Earth! Who knew I'd fall for an alien...
[ O-Oh. Whoops! She said the quiet part out loud. She laughs, then breathes out in relief. Finally! It's completely out, and it wasn't nearly as scary as she thought it'd be. Besides, she knows he feels the same way. They're already established that. It's fine! She can be at peace with what she's always felt. In this tiny moment of delusion, she can feel however she wants, say whatever she feels. ]
But I'm sure you already knew that. It didn't take long for me to realize how much we have in common, now that we've had time to get to know each other better. Sure, you don't talk a lot, but that means you're a good listener. And you're bad at showing your feelings, but that means we can learn how to be better about it together. We can learn how to fix our loneliness together. We can...
[ She kisses his forehead, holding him close as she whispers: ] We can love each other like we were meant to.
[ With that, she goes quiet, gently stroking his hair. And there they stay, surrounded by the flowers, long enough that she loses awareness of how much time has passed. She even falls asleep again herself a few times, so warm and comfortable with him at her side. By the time she's fully awake and has slipped out of her deluded state, the number of people around has decreased. He'll probably appreciate that, now that they have to return to reality together.
Monika leans back a little, lightly taking hold of his chin. If only she'd had the bravery to say those things to him when he could hear. If only she could allow herself to accept how she feels...
Her eyes close as she presses her forehead against his. Then, with a quick peck to his lips, she ends the dream completely, making them friends once again. ]
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Unconsciously his body moves and shifts to better cuddle Monika. Soft nuzzles against her as he occasionally murmurs her name in soft whisper during the hours that passed.
A soft, nearly inaudible noise leaves him first. The sound of breathing. The soft lips. The sleeping prince stirs awake.
But, like Monika, he doesn't open his eyes immediately. Why? He's terrified. For a few seconds, he's afraid to find that time has slipped past him once again. That the resort has once again tear him away from his friend's embrace. But then, familiarity hits. He knows the body pressing against his The sweet smell of perfume along with the floral wafting the air. Amongst the floral scent, he makes out a familiar scent. The... familiar emotions he's sensing from none other than his close friend.]
Monika...?
[He calls her name in soft whisper, and in the next moment, his lips finds themselves on Monika's. A sweet and chaste kiss to stir him awake further. He's... Not sure why that is the first thing he did. Maybe because he's drowsy, but it feels right. After waking up from what may be the best sleep he's ever had in his life, it feels right to have his lips against his conju-... Friend. Right, friend. A good friend. A best friend. A friend who he's now wrapping his arms around in an embrace and bringing their bodies flush closer, hands clutching the back of her clothes.
He's vaguely aware that they're still in the flower field. There's... less people around? He's hearing less than when he was awake, but he couldn't care any less if they are more or less people around. They're in a spot away from the crowd, away from their eyes.
He can afford to lavishly give.... love to her lips in this moment, however long it may be.]
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She expected him to immediately go back to his usual self. She did not expect an immediate kiss back from him. ]
Soundw--?
[ Quickly, the idea of talking flies out the proverbial window. She's allowed that. It's only a kiss from her friend. The best friend she's ever had. One that she can deepen the kiss with. One she can slide her hand up to hold the back of his head, lightly pulling at his hair as her fingers dig in. One she can indulge in this moment with for as long as he'll let her.
...But maybe she should talk. Just to be sure he's okay. ]
Hey... [ She draws back a little more. ] Sorry I let you sleep so long.
[ Not really, but she felt obligated to say it, if only to stave off any of the complaints she expects from him. ]
Are you okay...?
[ Are they okay? ]
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I am okay. How long-- don't answer, I do not care.
[If she expected to hear complaints for how long she left him to sleep, she won't be getting any. Instead, what she'll get is--]
Thank you, Monika. I... Never had a sleep that good in my lifetime. So, do not apologize.
[He releases his grip on her clothes, and brings a hand up to cup her cheek, rubbing slowly. What's there to be mad about, really. If anything, he'll likely never get a sleep like that ever again, and the closest he'll ever get to a peaceful sleep is... Probably with her. Of course, he doesn't say as much.]
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[ Her head shakes, then she places her hand on his, holding it against her cheek. ] I kind of figured, though. Seeing you that peaceful...it was nice. I wanted you to have that for a while. So, you're welcome.
[ Should she say what she wants to next? Sure, why not. She got to get out the feelings that'd been clawing at her chest for ages, so it'll be a bit easier to let out the tinier scraps of her affection. ]
I like giving back what I get. [ He gets a softer kiss. ] I almost wish you'd let me sleep as long as I let you sleep. Typical Prince Grump, at it again~
[ Her hand presses in further against his. ] What would you like to do now?
[ He can pick. Another little treat, just for him. ]
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Helps a lot that he's staring at his... ah, affectionate friend.]
I suppose I should have let you sleep a little longer, I apologize.
[To compensate, he gives her nose a little nuzzle. His legs continue to intertwine with hers, which may be telling that he doesn't want to go anywhere just yet. At her question, he actually does have something in mind before she even asked him.
Though, just give him a couple of seconds. Relaxed as he is now, it's still a little difficult to voice out this sort of request, despite getting his own feelings out earlier. But he manages, even if he's looking away bashfully.]
Can we... Continue? Kissing, that is. [His thumb on her cheek reaches over to try and touch the corner of her lips] We can do... Whatever you like afterwards. Explore the exhibition more. Eat. ... Go to your room.
[Honestly, he doesn't care what's next after they're done with their... Intimate moment.]
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[ Especially if he's at her side like this, holding her in his arms. This is just as nice as when he was asleep, his willingness to be with her like this. Has she really made him that comfortable? Her heart flutters, and she knows why. She doesn't acknowledge it, however. Back to denial. ]
We can kiss whenever you want. [ Her head turns so she can kiss his thumb. ] As long as you want. And after, we'll just...play it by ear.
[ Just like any date. Just as lovers do.
Monika draws him back in, gentle with her kissing at first, then she gradually intensifies it. Her hold on the back of his head tightens, and as her tongue slides across his lips, easing its way into his mouth whenever he grants her access, she nips lightly with each taste of him. Just as a friend would. ]
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With their lips sealed together once more, a soft whine leaves him. Whine of... happiness? Perhaps, but he doesn't acknowledge that, either. Instead, simply focus on the kiss, pecking back at her lips when able. His mouth easily parts to grant Monika entrance, letting her tongue lavish inside as much as she wants before dancing along with her, messily, lovingly. Soft 'ah' leaves him after every light nip and encourages for more. Drools leak down to his chin, but he doesn't care about wiping it away. More focus on pressing his lips against hers as deep as physically possible, never letting go of her, clutching her tightly. Certainly, as a friend would.
It says something that Soundwave knows she's bound to intensifies the kiss, and maybe it says something about himself that he knows to match with her gradual intensity. With their chest pressed so much, soft and burning, he doesn't see any other way but to give himself into desire, his hand moving down to her thigh, fingers softly brushing down to her inner thigh, moving towards her core but stops just short of touching. Once. Just once, as an experiment
Is this okay? Will she allow it? It's definitely not the first time they go beyond kissing, letting their desires dictate their action until it becomes more, but... It's definitely first out in the open, albeit still away from the public's eye.]
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But...she doubts anything like that would happen now. He's relaxed, but not that relaxed. He could hardly kiss her in public! It's fine, though. The kissing is amazing as it is. In all her fervor, she's getting just as messy, each kiss getting louder and wetter as their saliva swirls together. They can keep getting a little messy now, have an uncomfortable walk to whatever private space they could find, and...
Her mouth snaps away with a loud pop! She stares at his face while she feels the journey of his hand below. Mere seconds later, her thighs are trembling. Does he want her? Now? ]
You--want to--?
[ The way her hips are twitching against his hand hints at what she wants. She's long since lost any fear about having sex in public. In fact, she's found she might actually...like it? It's convenient. It's fun. And if she's with the right person?
Screw giving hints. One of her hands drops down to clap over his and push him up, drawing her dress further up her legs. And, if he needed some more assurance-- ]
I want you.
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Of course, he wants to know that if Monika is comfortable to do any of that here first.
When Monika snaps away from the kiss and gives him a stare, though, Soundwave reads her message loud and clear. Albeit the wrong message. Perhaps that was the wrong move. Perhaps he's breached a line that he shouldn't be crossing in public. They should probably fine a place with a more priva-.
She pushes his hand back up her skirt. Just as he's about to move his hand away, she pushes it back up between her legs. He stares at her with mild surprise, eyes slightly widen before the lids droop back down. So, she wants him, too... Maybe he should've read her better. But it's nice to know it for sure, hearing the assurance right after.
He leans forward, lips inching closer to hers. And before they are connected again--]
Thank you.
[His appreciation melts into a ravenous kiss, resuming their messy and loud kiss, tongue locking, drinking in each other's saliva. At the same time, his hand moves further up, pushing her dress further up until he's cupping her core right inside the space Monika. Thumb finds her clit and start rubbing over it gently while two fingers stroke her folds behind the panties, easing her into the act, drinking in each and every moan that his hand may cause to erupt.
His hips also grind against Monika's thigh, needy, getting his erection to rise under the bodysuit, wanting her touch, as well.]
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But, because of who she's with, instead of being her usual loud self, she's doing her best to keep her noises contained. While he's being braver than she could've ever expected, she doesn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to them. Even with their mouths linked, it's a struggle. She's reactive. She can't help it. When every sensation feels like a perpetual new experience, it's all intense, no matter how soft. With him? He may as well be ramming her with his cock, as much as she's squirming against him.
Her kissing is quickly getting unfocused and sloppy, but she keeps persisting, working to clear enough brain power to grant him what those grinds tell her he desires. She's being her typical greedy self, though, getting caught up in the pleasure he's giving her and desperate for more. Instead, she's shoving at his hand insistently, jamming him against her increasingly wet panties. ]
Please. [ She whimpers it into a kiss, licking at each corner of his mouth for more tastes of him, then kisses and sucks her way down to his neck. ] Touch me harder.
[ On top of losing her fear of having sex in public, her idea of what sex should be keeps gradually shifting towards fast, hard, rough. As usual, the resort can be blamed for that. ]
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Shockwaves of lust ripples into him, from his lips down to his throat, then spread out to his head, arms, legs, and crotch. Every smack of lips, gradually getting sloppier and sloppier, but it doesn't stop Soundwave, either. He doesn't want it to stop, always chasing after her lips. He wants Monika. He wants to claim Monika again. This silly, annoying girl... Little brat... He wants more of her and nothing else.
He contains his own noises. Something of which Soundwave has a much easier time of than Monika, despite the increasingly passionate and sloppy kisses. Any time her lips may escape and let out a loud moan, he'll quickly silenced by capturing her lips with his.
The kisses stop when Monika goes down his neck, sucking in air through teeth with every suck to his skin. Monika... wants it harder. He wonders... if the last time she wanted it harder, as well. He knew she does when he... made love with her in his mech body.]
I... Want it harder, too.
[Will she listens to his request? Or continue with her selfishness? Regardless of which, Soundwave grants her request first. If she wants it harder, then he'll give her that. His middle finger presses against the entrance, both indexes roughly strokes her folds, faster and faster, and his thumb stops being gentle, instead going for presses and rapid flicks, loving the wet warmth leaking onto his palm through the fabric.
He keeps the motion going for a little longer, before he's assailed by an temptation. But first, the panties are in the way, so he pulls them aside. Three slender fingers then teases her entrance, trying to get her used to the idea and to let her know exactly how many are going in her. Then, he plunges three fingers inside in a singular moment. She had taken bigger before, with him. She should be able to handle this.]
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[ She's going to do worse than not listen to his request. She's going to intentionally interpret it how she wants to hear it. Him wanting it harder means he wants to honor her request and touch her the way she wants! And so, he does. Request fulfilled. There's little else she needs to do but keep enjoying herself!
One of her shoes slips off her foot as she shifts her thigh to allow him better access to her slick folds, her hardened clit. She shivers when he pulls her panties aside, exposing her further to the air, and she bites at his exposed skin to keep in the moan he can't swallow up with his mouth. Three fingers. She can sense it. Is he really going to? All at once?
She nearly cries out again when he drives his fingers in, her hips jerking up against his hand. Another thing the resort's been so generous with helping her learn is that she absolutely loves getting fingered. Soft, hard, in between, it doesn't matter. Every time it's happened, it's been mind-blowing. What a good friend, giving her a favorite without her needing to ask. ]
Yesyesyes, just like that...
[ Nothing was ever going to come close to that spike of his, but this is a great substitution. She whines louder than she'd like after pressing her face against his neck, then her hand clamps down on one of his breasts, squeezing hard. It may not be exactly what he wants, but maybe it's a start?
She grits her teeth, then tilts her head up to nip at his chin. A tiny admonishment. ]
Trying to make me drench your hand already, aren't you?
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At least her reaction more than makes up for the lack of touches to him. , prompting him to go even rougher, enjoying the wet sounds coming out of her pussy caused by his fingers. And hearing her enthusiastic response prompts him . It's so exciting, seeing her like this, that it even rids of him of all the worries of them making noises in this blue flower field.
The bite down his skin earns a hitched breath, then a hiss through gritted teeth.]
More... Bites... H-harder.
[Almost a beg in his whine. He wants more of that. Even if she avoids to touch his erect cock, biting him down is enough of a subtitute. He wouldn't even care if she drew blood, but if she does, he'll reward her with a harder fingering. As if he isn't already going hard and fast, thrusting in and out deep until his knuckles are pressed firmly against her slick pussy.
The squeeze to his breasts has a moan tear out of him. So nice, he's going to interpret that as Monika finally listening to his request, even if it isn't where he wanted her hand to be touching. In return, his other hand finds her breast and gives her a strong squeeze. She's receiving more pleasure than he does, and he's fine with that. Even if his cock under the bodysuit still rubbing against her thigh.
So many lovely nips to him, he loves it so much. His head is tilted up to give her access to nip him more, as his eyes gaze downwards to Monika.]
Y-yes, but... Not just my hand.
[His mouth... His other hand... He wants to be drenched in her sweet essence. The rough fingering continues before he slams his fingers deep into her, pausing for a moment to enjoy scissoring inside her, fingers pressing against her fleshy walls, before resuming the thrusting. Hmmm.... It hasn't been long for him, but he misses the feeling of her insides clutching around him, the warm wetness surrounding him, whether it'll be fingers, tongue, cock, or spike.]
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What a shame, though, that he has to learn another lovely thing the resort's been reinforcing on top of the greed, the selfishness, the desire for intensity. She's gotten bolder. More assertive. Seductive. Much dirtier when she's in the mood. While she'd treated him like that when they first met, her skills were nascent then. Now, she's refined them quite a bit. So when he asks for that bite? ]
Sorry, Waveypoo. [ He gets an "apologetic" super-soft bite. ] You didn't say please~
[ In other words...she's gotten more annoying.
She's at least nice enough to make some appreciative noises when he squeezes her breast, rubbing her hard nipple against his palm. His breast is released for a moment, not to continue being annoying, but to instead start tugging at his bodysuit to begin getting it open. As tempting as it'd be to see if there's a knife in their picnic basket and cut it off again, she's thoughtful enough not to ruin his clothes this time. They can do things the hard way, if only because it'll probably drive him madder.
It's a struggle anyway, considering just how his fingers are slamming into her. She's making a noise with nearly every inward thrust, whining when he stops to scissor, then continuing when he resumes his attack. Her hips turn as she shifts onto her back, wanting to spread her thighs and allow him better access. ]
Ahaha. Keep this up and--and you're not gonna have--ah--much of a choice.
[ He needs more teasing, however, so: ] What do I get if I let you fuck me some other way~? I bet you wish I could cum on your cock. [ She gives one hard bite, just to keep him wanting more. ] Your real one.
[ She may have passed out, but she knows he had one hell of a time, too. He needs a little reminder of that! For further taunting, she temporarily abandons his bodysuit to reach down and lightly drag her fingertips over the outline of his cock. ]
Did it feel good filling me up until I couldn't take anymore? [ Her fingers press in harder, circling over his cock's head. ] Did you like claiming me?
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Don't... Make such an unreasonable request.
[He could tell. The Monika he's fucking now has changed from the Monika he's met on their first night on the bed together. Seems she used her time to improve upon her... skills. He can't say that he dislikes it, though. Unless they get violent towards each other again, he likes it when she shows her assertive to him just like before, and in return, he'll show himself submissive to her.
Exhilaration is high when Monika begins to tug at his bodysuit, but it does drive him mad because... damn it, it'll take a bit for Monika to get it open with the elaborate zippers. Ugh, maybe he should create some casual clothes for the avatar to wear instead of this bodysuit. It'll be easier to remove it and have the fun of undressing that has seems to remain in him thanks to the show Monika gave him. Alas, he'll just have to choose the quick and easy. Dematerialize the outfit.
His cock throbs against her touch through the bodysuit. His hips rock back and forth lightly to somewhat stimulate himself with that small treat of her finger on it.
Bold he may be, he isn't bold enough to have the avatar completely naked in the open, but he'll have to remove the bodysuit so she can have fun with his body. For a moment, he shifts his focus and have the avatar instructs the avatar to repeat the motion with his arm, pounding into her while his real body looks for the holoavatar's settings. ... There. His bodysuit de-materializes with only his jacket remains but he's all bare for her eyes alone. He's still lying on his side, so his back is to the other guest. No show for any prying eyes who happens to stumble upon them. They may only listen.
Comes more teasing his way. His avatar shivers at the thought of himself- his real body - rubbing his spike against her pussy, between her time. Her juices spraying on it. ]
My servitude? My, ngh... privates in yours. Making... love? But... What do you want to get?
[While she continues with the tease, his mouth finds Monika's bare skin around her neck, giving her soft bites and then some lapping of tongue on her skin. At least he's mindful to not leave any marks on her. .]
Keep saying... that, and I'll want to claim you again. Watch you be filled by my... come. [Now, that wouldn't be such a bad thing now, would it? Sure, they've only done it once, but he knows she had a time of her life back then. And so did he. It's possible for them
He shifts his body to press his shoulder on Monika's chest, granting him an even better access and position to give her a more effective thrusting. Faster. Harder. That puffy jacket of his is big enough to provide cover to hide their sensitive bits, their erect nipples and sex. Soundwave shifts some more as he seeks a better brace of himself, he pauses the fucking, but distracts her with flicking her hardened clit with his thumb, hitting it with his nail and brushing it down with his fingertip. He stops shifting when his shoulder is pressed against her chin, so close to her mouth.
Then, his fingers resume their cock, trying to get Monika to reach the throes of pleasure. His breast pressing down against hers, nipples touching each other. More stimulation to make him shiver.]
Bite harder. Please.
[So much for being an unreasonable request]
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And...from this angle, who else but her could know what he's done? Little Miss Selfish is utterly thrilled at having him all to herself, especially in public where voyeurs were always looking for fresh opportunities to get free entertainment. Once again today, they're denied. He's all hers. Just Monika's.
There's no stopping it. She's going to ruin a lot of fabric soon. She's given up any efforts to tease him with her hands, instead letting them fall to her sides to clutch the blanket. It conveniently serves another purpose, anyhow, of limiting how much stimulation he's directly getting from her. That's sure to get him needier. Furthermore, she holds off on responding to him. She soaks up all the attention, all the pleasure, giving him full access to bite, taste, touch. She's biding her time. Waiting for the right moment. Right when she's on the brink of informing a decent number of people around them of what he's doing to her.
Her hips have completely lifted up off the ground a few times, her body tensing, trembling. With nearly every thrust, her walls clamp down on his fingers, wanting to keep him inside. Everyone gets a preview of the coming attraction when his nail bites into her clit, the stab of pain solidifying how much she wants to ruin this poor mech. Her nipples roll with his, and she almost wishes she were just as bared as he was, but there's no time. Almost, almost...
There. He gives her what she wants. Wow, that unreasonable request is suddenly reasonable! She knew he'd get there in the end somehow. ]
That's Lord Monika to you, you hunk of junk.
[ Bite hard? Okay, then. After nudging his jacket aside to expose enough skin, her teeth clamp down with every ounce of strength she can muster. There'll be no consideration about leaving marks on her end, because it's not as if this will threaten his life. So she bites until sweet blood hits her tongue, until it's oozing down her chin in thick ropes. That gives her the final thing she needed for this to be perfect, and she quakes under him, the first wave of her orgasm striking. As that happens, she yanks his head back by his hair, giving a demented grin through the glow of him on her face. ]
By the way--ahh--whatever you get from me? You're...begging for it.
[ Finally, she allows herself to moan, then drags him back in to shut herself up by sinking her teeth into his lower neck. But she's not the only one getting soaked. As promised, his hand and jacket are getting shot with spray after spray of the juices he craves so dearly. Such a generous tyrant, isn't she? ]
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Khh-!!!
[What a fragile body, the avatar. Pain shoots throughout his body at the harder bite. Thankfully, he has high tolerance for pain, and he did ask for a hard bite. Besides, a bite is hardly a life-threatening thing, so he welcomes it. He got what he wanted, and she gets to hear the hisses and moans of pain mixing in with pleasure. A squirt of his blood grazes her cheek when her teeth pierces through his fragile flesh. Such a terribly big bite. Though his eyes are closed shut, he can feel the warm blood oozing out of him, and so much is being let out. At least they have tissues to wipe away the glowing purple painting her lips and chin.
He doesn't care if she leaves mark on him. He can just re-materialize the avatar once they're done with this, and any and all evidence of injuries she inflicted on this body will be gone. It's not like with tearing the holomatter clothes apart where he'll have to take some tie to generate a new one. He already has a clean base for his current avatar.
Much as he'd like to give back as much as he receive, Monika won't receive any marks on her for now. Her dress, though it may be ruined and soaked from her juices, will not be able to hide the marks on her skin. How considerate of him, really.
The tensing body, the rises of her trembling hips, and his arm having to use a bit more force to get his fingers in and out of her clutches while following her hips rising and falling, as if he's completely in tune with her body. She's getting closer and closer to her climax. He can tell, and he'll turn up the pace of his rough thrusting one final time.
When she yanks his head back by pulling his hair, there's a flash of pain flitting across his face, before he maintains the stoic, expressionless look on the avatar's face, albeit with a tinge of pain from air stinging his fresh wound and a red flush on his cheeks. Ah, of course. Of course, his sweet muffin would want him to beg to get anything from her. She's lucky he likes her.
His fingers are wedged inside her deep, feeling her convulsing inner flesh squeezing around his digits during the orgasm. But it won't stop him from pulling his arm back. Then, he resumes fucking her pussy with his fingers through her orgasm and torturing her clit with rapid flicking, welcoming more of her essence to drench his hand and his jacket though the inner sleeve catching more of her juices than the outer sleeve. With her teeth sinking into his tender flesh once more, it may carry the risk of her biting down harder on him, but he welcomes it, no matter how much blood is being spilled out of him.
He's not in the middle of an orgasm himself, though watching her does make his throbbing cock leak pre onto the picnic blanket, creating a tiny puddle of clear, sticky essence, so he can speak to her.
He can't be begging to her in public. It's humiliating. Although he knows that is the point, to humiliate and degrade, but it is a hundred times worse to do so in a public space than it is in a private room. Thankfully, Monika's ear is close to his lips, so he whisper the words clearly into her ear.]
Please, Lord Monika. Please grant me this request, there's nothing more i want. I want to eat your... [.....] pussy.
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Her jaw's clenched towards the end, pure pleasure melding with growing overstimulation, prompting her to pull her head back before she discovers if she can bite off pieces of his avatar. She gasps loudly, chest heaving, that tiny flash of his pained expression dancing before her eyes. But just as she thinks she can get some mild clarity, he does it again. He surprises her. She figured he'd throw a quiet fit and say some stuck-up phrase like "I rEfUsE tO DeBaSe MySeLf In SuCh A wAy In PuBLIc" and she'd reluctantly accept it, since she's not trying to get him to actually hate her. He's going to whisper that into her ear, and she'd have to do a very uncomfortable and wet walk of shame until they could find a better place and...
There's a low groan against his cheek. He's begging. Quietly, but it's begging. And he actually used a very dirty word. ]
A-Ah...
[ One moment. Brain's rebooting. Her legs tremble all over again and her thighs clap together. This power she has should be illegal, right? She shouldn't be able to wield this much control over someone else. Maybe that's earned him an immediate reward?
Ha! No. She thinks she can still get him to beg in a less obvious way. If he doesn't feel how her muscles shift when she smiles, he'll definitely sense a ton of deviousness in her emotions. ]
As you wish~ Get down there, and take off my panties while you're at it.
[ She'll even helpfully pull up the skirt of her dress for him! But, of course, there's a catch. There's always a catch. The moment he's down there, the moment he may just think he's able to get a taste, she wipes off her mouth with the back of her hand and hums out: ]
I hope you don't mind giving me a minute. I need to recover after you did such an amazing job~
[ The praise should make up for her next round of teasing. If she has her way? He's going to be leaking a whole lot more. ]
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It took a bit for Soundwave to even whisper the dirty word to Monika's ear, and he dearly hopes that she savor that single moment because it'll take a while for him to utter another dirty word. He's already showed himself bare to her eyes alone, after all. He needs the cooldown.
Before he moves, he leans in to give Monika a quick kiss on the lips while rolling his nipple around Monika's behind her dress, and then laps away the blood staining her lips with his tongue, swallowing their combined sweetness while humming pleasantly. Speaking of sweetness, he can't wait to have a taste of her core down there.
And without any further detour, he moves down between her legs and marvels at the sight of her drenched pussy. And Monika is so generous to lift her dress up for him. Oh, he should get her panties out of the way first, and so he does that, he removes the panties tempting to the fabric absorbed. But decides against it because.... It'd look weird if he does that. Besides, he doesn't want her thinking he's a pervert.
Dropping the panties next to her, his eyes turn back to her pussy. His face remains inexpressive, but she can tell that he's definitely staring hard, drinking in the sight. Ah, he should be drinking in her pussy with his mouth.
With that, he leans his head down, inching closer and closer to her until his lips are--
...
Figures there's going to a dumb catch. Her devious tone he'd ignore earlier should've told him that much. His face lingers close to her core and tongue hangs out just inches away from lapping her drenched pussy.]
I wouldn't want to overstimulate you.
[Fine, have it her way. She came pretty hard, after all. Maybe she needs the recovery.
He'll stay close to her core. But at least there's other places he could put his mouth to good use that wouldn't be as tonguing her overstimulating pussy. Her soft thighs for example. He'll just lap at her inner thighs instead, giving them soft, languid kisses much like he would give a chaste kiss to Monika's lips while he waits. Though, he doesn't exactly hide him losing patience rapidly.]
Hurry up and recover. [He mumbles under his breath.]
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So, she watches, getting more comfortable, propping herself up by putting her arm under her pillow. He's about to put on one hell of a show, and she wants to be sure she can see every bit of his performance. ]
Aww. Sweet, sweet Soundwave. Always so good to me.
[ With a bit more humming, she shifts her hips to get her lower end "comfortable" as well, something that'll put the pussy he's so eager to taste so close and yet so far from his mouth. Maybe she won't be too mean to him. She'll wait a reasonable amount of time. He won't have to beg too hard.
Until he mumbles.
She briefly glares. She didn't entirely catch what he'd said, but she knows it was something she wouldn't like. Screw being nice. Now he's goddamn working for it. ]
Mm, don't kiss there. [ Her whimper is sooo convincing. ] I'm sensitive there, too.
[ Take that, you jerk. Now you can't even get the taste of leftovers on her legs, you pervert in denial! ]
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A low grumble as the pussy inches closer to him, tempting but he doesn't want to appear desperate when he had already begged her.]
So... What? Do you want me to simply watch you while you recover? At this rate, my throat will be dehydrated.
[While he whines about it, his hand takes hold of her damp panties and squeezes, soaking her juices on his hand. Don't mind any of that!]
You could touch my... privates while you recover.
[He's getting a tiny bit frustrated now. Though he won't act on anything just yet, he simply rests his cheek on his wet palm-- the same hand that just squeezed her panties - and his finger brush along her lips. Not much, but it's something.]
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[ Damn right, he's going to watch! He's going to see how driving him batty is driving her batty in return. She's not getting any dryer down there. He's going to have her dripping all over again just from knowing he wants to devour her so badly.
Also? Called it. Pervert! Depending on his behavior, that may be brought up verbally. ]
I don't think I can do anything with my hands... [ Would you look at that! She needs her other arm under the pillow to increase her comfort. ] I slept on them funny earlier. They hurt!
[ And now she turns her hips so she can cross her legs, ignoring his touches to the best of her ability. She feels awfully exposed. What if someone walked over and saw? This view is for Waveypoo's eyes only! ]
Maybe touch yourself while you wait? Just make sure your coat's blocking all the good parts from everyone else~
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blanket cw for extreme kinks
rip soundy
he'll be fiiiine
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cw: self harm >>
there's something wrong with these two idk what
it's ok i accept my shame
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