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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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Taking the notebook and pen off her hands, Soundwave gives her a silent nod as she walks away, before looking down at the notebook in his hand. Hm, these items on his hand certainly looks small. Hopefully, he won't have too much trouble jotting down the words in his head. So, very carefully as to not tear the fragile paper, he flips through the notebook until he finds an empty page. A part of him is curious about the things she writes in this notebook, but he only takes a mere glance at one page and quickly scans the writing.
She really is a nerd, huh. Okay, he isn't going to write something like that down. That'll be mean.
Once he finds an empty page, Soundwave holds the pen in hand. Um, tries his best to hold it without breaking it half. Ah... This is oddly difficult. This is Monika's belonging, and he doesn't want to break it.
Wow, okay... Human-made pen sucks so much for a mech like him. His hands are too big and this pen, long as it is, is still small for him. Why can't they just write on datapads like normal people? Ugh, well he can't blame whoever designs the pen because they likely wasn't expecting a giant mech to be using it. Anyway, at least he has a solution for this.
A bit of wasteful energy, but a solution none the less. He materializes his holoavatar to do the writing for him. There, now it's easier for him. Nervousness suddenly creeps up when he holds the tip of the pen above the blank page, hand shaking but he still it. Why he is getting so nervous? He knows what to write, it's all in his head. He tells himself it should be fine. Whatever it is he'll write, Monika is likely to appreciate it regardless, right?
With this reassurance in his head, he begins to write, letting his hand moves on its own and the pen flowing freely on the page with ease.
It doesn't take long at all. By the time Monika finishes ordering room service, Soundwave- in his real body -is already emerging out of the room and walks towards wherever Monika is waiting for him. Then, ]
Here. It is... My first writing on paper and in English.
[Just a subtly way of saying don't judge his handwriting too much. Anyway, when she takes the notebook of his hand, he'll turn his head-- No, he'll turn his entire body away when she opens the notebook, fully expecting her to do so.
And when she finds the page, this is what she'll find.]
You flare, you flicker, you fade
And the world is a darker place without you.
- Soundwave
[His handwriting is clean, the letters are all in large capital letters and in block script but neatly written. Soundwave doesn't want to see her reaction, but he sneaks a glance behind his shoulder, anyway. Was it good enough? Gentle enough? Sad? ... Too depressing?]
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[ The tray's set down on the dining table, then she takes the notebook from him, still blinking in surprise. Her nervous, excited energy is getting more intense. While she's expecting to see Monika stinks! on the page, she's eager to see it all the same. Something just for her...
It's tempting to ask what his usual language is called, but she'll save it for another time. As she takes a seat, she flips through the notebook. Are her hands shaking? Nope, just a trick of the light. ]
Like I said, you didn't have to put in that much effort. [ She can't help a warm smile at the pages. ] I appreciate it, though.
[ Turn, turn, turn, then...there it is. She doesn't take in the words just yet, instead noting how austere it is at a glance. Her head lifts as she's about to say something about it, but--why is he turned away? What a dork...
With a huff of a laugh, she looks down and finally reads. Then goes completely still.
A seemingly endless silence hangs in the air. So few words, and she feels each one was the strike of a sledgehammer. So few words, and each one's stolen her breath away to the point that she can't form even one word for him. Already, she knows she can never use this notebook again. It has to be tucked away safely, always kept somewhere that no one care dare to find it but her. This resort has granted her many treasures, but she's not sure if anything can top this.
She reads it again. Again, again. Soon enough, it's all blurring before her. The tears in her eyes have obscured her vision too much. Still, her head comes up to look his way. Thank God for his abilities, because any other person wouldn't have been able to hear her whispers. ]
You wrote this. For me...
[ Slowly, she shuts the notebook, then carefully sets it aside on the far end of the table. Another eternity of silence follows, then she speaks again. ]
Come pick me up. Please.
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The near quiet flap of the pages turning gets to him, but not nearly as much when the sound suddenly stops. That could only mean one thing. Monika has found the page with his writing for her. Soundwave tries to focus on... whatever object is in front of him, not wanting to... spoil himself on what he could sense from her reading his writing. He.... He wants it to be surprise.
But the wait is killing him.
However long the silence actually last in reality. For Soundwave, it feels like an eternity. The deafening silence brings back the nervousness that crept up in him earlier. But still doesn't dare to fully turn her way, arms folded, his hands grip hard around his metal that it cringes, waiting for a reaction. A word. Anything. To break this endless silence.
It's only when he hears the whispered words coming out of her shaky lips that Soundwave finally turns back to her. There, he sees the tears threatening to leak out of her eyes. His arms falls and dangles to his side.
Come pick me up. Please
Without a word, he reaches his hand out to her face, shaking subtly as he wipes the tear rolling down on one cheek, then cups it for a second before it goes down to her shoulder.
The lightest of squeeze there, before that hand moves again to her back, and then his other arm wraps around her waist. Slowly, he picks her up in a gentle but firm embrace, gently tugs her up and up, until her face is on the same level as his. His visor glow brighter, making it nearly impossible for her reflection to be seen on him.
Another silence follows. He doesn't know what to say. Though... there isn't anything to say, is there. He could see in the expression on her face, the emotions emanating out of her, the tears that wet her cheeks... She must've felt strongly about it. But, somehow, for reasons he can't quite grasp, he wants to her hear thoughts. Not in her emotions or mind, but to hear them coming out from her own lips.]
Do you... like it?
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A few more tears slide down as he lifts her, but at last, she's giving a watery smile, hinting at her true feelings. The warmth radiating off her could rival his body's. There's so much more, though. There's still the nervousness and excitement, of course, but now happiness joins it. Gratefulness. And... ]
I love it, Soundwave.
[ It's about as close as she'll get to letting off that feeling through words. She can easily rationalize it as being the main emotion swirling around his poem, but there's no denying how connected she feels to him. Another dream's become reality. Her life that's been so full of nothingness has more meaning. How can she feel anything but love for that?
Her hand reaches out to hold his faceplate, much the same as he'd held her cheek a few moments before. She keeps her eyes on that glowing visor, no matter how much the red light vaguely stings them. ]
I don't think I'll ever need anything else.
[ She tips forward, her hands sliding down to his chest. It's crazy, feeling this way about someone she's only been able to have the most fleeting of moments with. She knows better, though. A feeling this strong will come whenever it pleases. There's no fighting when Cupid's arrow will strike. ]
My life will never be as bright without you in it.
[ Further in she goes, and her hands slide up to grasp the sides of his head. Her fingers press in, shaking hard, and she kisses his faceplate with all the passion she'd given his masked avatar earlier. There may not be lips there, but it doesn't matter.
Nothing matters, as long as she can have him. ]
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Hearing the word coming out of her mouth, it feels like his spark temporarily went into a flat line before it overheats with life again. A part of him wants to see it as a confirmation for she truly felt about him, what they both are feeling towards each other. The rational part of him tells him that she's saying that she loves the poem and that's it... Or, perhaps, that isn't his rational thoughts talking? Given everything she's done to him, the poems she created for him... It should be clear that the connection they share matters a lot more than mere friendship.
Nevertheless, it is indeed undeniable that Monika feels a deep connection with him. And so does he.]
Monika...
[Before any other chocked words manage to escape his vocalizer, Monika has pressed her lips on his faceplate. While he could continue talking, he opts not to, as to not ruin this moment. Just let the silence between them
The passionate feelings firing from her lips on his faceplate reaches deep within him, much like how she kissed him earlier with the masked avatar. But this is still surprising that Monika still replicate that passion, as there isn't any vague shape of lips on the faceplate. Figuring she might be taking the kiss a while, Soundwave makes himself comfortable and sits on the floor, leaning his back on some drawer while his hands.
He can't exactly kiss back in this room, though he is trying by leaning his head forward for something deep with varying success, but his hands will make up for it. One hand slides up her spine and rests on the back of her head, encouraging her to not stop while the other hand slides down her side and to her leg, giving the lightest squeeze he could muster on her plush skin, gently coaxing her to flush her body against his warm metal.
Once again, the kiss is simply too nice to let go. Much like the kiss they had earlier on the bed with his avatar, sex may just ruin the moment. While his touch may be accidentally sensual (thanks to how big his hands are), he hopes this unspoken understanding continues. ]
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Because she's kissing him like she has a typical face to work with. Her lips meet an invisible pair. She ravishes his cheeks. Nuzzles up under his chin and jaw and plants kisses there, too. And as he brings her closer, presses her up against his body, she only gets more intense with her affection. Her hands rove over his face and neck as if they were any other. The only difference is that he's hers.
Her teeth nip at the same spot she's designated to be his chin, very lightly. She's wild with want, but not so dumb to try and chip a tooth. Maybe biting at his neck would be easier? Maybe she'll attempt it soon. ]
Your hands are so...mm...
[ They're overwhelming in the best way ever. He may be trying to avoid being sensual, but their size alone makes them away. There's a soft moan as she kisses his "lips" again, a finger sliding down one of his vents. ]
Ahaha. Sometimes I wonder what they'd be like if you were your normal size.
[ Her head lowers to kiss at the top of his chest. She's going to keep finding places to kiss like it's her sole duty! ]
You'd give the best hugs ever, wouldn't you? [ She lifts her head to giggle at him. ] Not that you don't already.
[ Her look's incredibly fond as she explores more of his face with her wandering finger. ]
Thank you. What you did, it--it means more than you know.
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His body shiver as her hands roam his neck. The metal that makes up his neck sensitive, but is still metal as the rest of him. Unfortunately. But if she attempts it, his neck has the slightest of give compared to his chin.]
Shall I stop?
[He asks while his fingers trace her thigh. The hand on the back of her hand moves away to gently grab her wrist and pulls it away from his face, so they could interlace their fingers, as best they could given their sheer size difference.]
I doubt I could easily embrace you as I do now. [The thought of his thirty feet tall self hugging Monika, this small human, is an amusing imagination, though.] At least you could sit on my shoulder in my normal size.
[Even his chest is a target for her kisses, huh. He'd silently encourage her exploring and find places where she could kiss him. Maybe he might even learn where he would like her to kiss him.]
You're welcome, Monika. [A quiet moment washes over them again, as Soundwave appreciates the fond face staring up in front of him, burning the look of her face in his mind. ... A look he hopes he only gets.]
I will have to... Give back your affections soon. [Not that he isn't trying, but unlike his avatar, he has to be so gentle and conscious with his touches to her.] I doubt you would complain having... both of my forms sleeping with you.
[A Soundwave sandwich, if you will.]
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No matter how difficult it is, she finds a way to get their fingers together. How else will she be able to pull his hand over and kiss each of his fingers? ]
I never want you to stop, you sweetie pie of a mech.
[ After his fingers have sufficiently been showered with affection, she brings their linked hands to her chest and holds them over her heart. It's her turn to shiver at how happy that makes her feel. ]
I'm sure you'd figure something out if we had to deal with that. You have every time so far. And if not? [ Finally, she snags a quick kiss to his neck. ] I guess I'd have your shoulder~
[ Again, nothing's going to deter her from being affectionate. Hell, if she has to stick with only kissing his avatar while he holds the two of them in his hands, so be it. Not that it's anything she has to actually worry herself over, but it's fun to think about.
But speaking of his avatar, what he says makes her blink in surprise. If he saw any meerkats while he wandered with elephants, the way her head popped up would definitely remind him of them. ]
Wait. [ Her mouth opens and closes a few times. Is this real life? ] I could get cuddled from both sides?
[ The cogs turn more... ]
I'm not hungry! [ She points towards her room with her free hand, nearly slipping down his front from her eagerness to do so. ] Let's go rest!
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Lucky Monika to find the best version of Soundwave.
It's almost amusing how they both are working out a way to get their fingers to interlocked. But even if they failed to get all their fingers laces together, the brush and feel of Monika's soft hand on his hard metal is delightful.
Soundwave expects her to want that the moment the idea comes to mind, but--
Woah there. Thanks Primus his other hand wasn't busy holding her head to save her from slipping on him. So eager... And her eagerness is what makes him like her.]
If you say so.
[To prevent Monika's over excitement from falling off his arms, Soundwave carries her in princess carry, holding her nice and close to his chest, blasting warm air from his vents on her.
Guess the food will be forgotten, then.
There. His avatar awaits on the bed, maskless, having materialized during the short walk to her room. Soundwave gently sera her feet on the floor before holding both her hands from behind.
Without much need for words (at least from his side), the avatar gets up from the bed and closes the short distance between them until his body is pressed against Monika, staring into her eyes for a moment. Then, he leans further forward until he steals her breath. His mech form behind her, interlaced both her hands, and his avatar on the front, lips pressing deeply on her lips.
They can get comfortable on the bed later. He wants to sandwiched her right now whole standing.]
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Nope. Not questioning it. She will take this uncommon Soundwave W before he tries to change his mind. As for the food? Eh, she'll probably eat another cookie later. Cookies can be meals!
How can she care about something like the need to eat when she's being carried in his arms and to an exciting, romanti--friendly adventure? The warm breeze from his vents draws out more shivers than before, then a fresh wave follows when she sees his avatar waiting for her amongst her scattered notebooks. This is like the best poly-but-not relationship-but-not ever.
She makes a soft noise once she's set down, then another and another as she's slowly trapped against him from all angles. But before she can say anything during the brief time she gets lost in his eyes, his lips are meeting hers. Her hands twitch in his larger ones, and her knees go weak and knock together, but there's no way for her to fall. He's in front of her, behind, above and below...
Best of all? She's...not scared. The idea of being trapped and unable to move would normally terrify her, too reminiscent of the void. With him, however, there's warmth. Comfort. How does he keep doing this to her, easing all her fears?
Then again, this is how she imagined it would be when she made love to him. The real him. Each body giving her pleasure, her giving them both the same. This alone, though, is just as lovely. Her knees weaken further while she turns her head to make the kiss as deep as possible. And for once, that's all she'll do to increase her pleasure. She won't be selfish and pushy, focusing solely on her needs.
He's in control. He's earned that in spades. ]
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It's clear from his kisses that he's trying to match the intensity and passion Monika so affectionately gave him earlier. When he's not trying to steal all the air in her, he pecks at both her cheeks with light presses, nuzzles her nose before ending with another soft kiss. He plants kisses along her jaw, under her chin, and continues to press kisses down her neck, and all the way down to her collarbone.
But he isn't an entirely selfish mech. There will be opportunities for Monika to give back affections, too. At times, he may pause his affection and stills his head in front of Monika, so she may kiss him as much as she'd like.
His real body, however, gives her hands some light squeezes, thumbs large enough to cover nearly the entirety of her palm rubs her backhands. More of the warm air from his vents blows behind Monika.
How many minutes has it been since they started kissing? Five? Ten? More than twenty minutes? Time passes quickly when they're having fun, right? And they still aren't done just yet. The night is still young.
The avatar's hand rests on Monika's shoulders when Soundwave finishes giving kisses to her collarbone, and their bodies return to flush close together as physically possible. Another long kiss. Longer than before that even when she's utterly depleted of air, he keeps going for a couple more seconds. She could handle that much, right? Finally, he mercifully breaks the kiss, face flushed entirely red, panting and gasping, droll connecting their lips. His hands cup her cheeks and brings her face up to meet with her eyes. The avatar's eyes are filled with love and longing for the precious person in front of him.]
Let's... Rest. For a bit. Then, we continue.
[Tentatively, the avatar pushes away from, but it's fine. Not only are they temporarily separated, but she's still in contact with his real body. Very carefully and gently, he cups Monika's jaw and gently coaxes her to look up, leaning his head down to nuzzle her nose lightly, or she may kiss his faceplate if she so wishes.
It serves as a good distraction while he has half his consciousness on the avatar to clean up some space for them to lay down on the bed. All three of them. He'll try to be quick about it while not ruin any of her notebooks. After he neatly put the notebooks out of the way, the avatar returns to grab Monika's wrist and climbs onto the bed first, but not his real body. The reason being? He's tugging Monika to climb onto the bed first before him.
And when she does, he'll join her. Hopefully the bed can withstand his weight for some time before breaking.]
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This leaves her barely able to return affection, for once. There are a few feeble attempts, of course--a small kiss here, a nuzzle against his cheek there. As if she's going to complain, though. It's so nice being doted on like this in a way that leaves her world spinning. Is that why he's always letting her have so much control? Does it always feel like this for him when she gives in to her darker desires and bowls him over in her special, awful ways?
By the time minutes? days? months? pass, the only thing keeping her upright is him. Even then, when his avatar moves away, she just about loses her battle with standing, hanging there and being held up just by his hands. She grins stupidly at him with her wet lips, then murmurs some nonsense when his faceplate tips down for a little nuzzle. She does manage a small kiss, by some miracle.
God. She like-loves him so much.
While his avatar cleans, she keeps her eyes on him above, never looking away until she feels a different hand on her wrist. Monika stumbles a little, balancing on her legs like a newborn foal, then she wobbles her way to her bed. Good thing it's not far, because she just about collapses into it once she's close enough. He can move her if he needs to, right? Right. ]
Yeah. Rest.
[ The ability to speak has returned! A little. Mainly, she's more focused on becoming the middle of the best sandwich ever again. If her bed breaks--and it probably will--worth it.
With a happy noise, she buries her face in his avatar's squishy chest. ]
Soundy sandwich...
[ If he needed verbal confirmation of where her mind is now, there he goes. ]
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Hmmmm, experiments for later. They should do more than just kissing. Cuddling, for example. Cuddling is great, too.
The bed's creaking as its being forced to withstand his weight on top, but he's paying it no mind whatsoever. Giving Monika affection and have her being in the middle of a comfy sandwich is more important. If it breaks, it breaks. Even if she lost the bed, at least the mattress is still comfortable.
Her face burying in his chest is mild surprising.]
After losing all that air earlier, you're burying your face on me?
[His real body asks.
A hand rests atop her head, but he won't be making the effort to pull her away. While she rests between the avatar's boobs, he won't assault her with kisses, either. Instead, his arms wraps around her head and coaxes her to bury herself deeper into his breasts. They aren't as big as Monika's, but still soft and squishy all the small.]
You've come up with the most silliest things.
[A low chuckle leaves his avatar's lips. Meanwhile, his mech body behind Monika gets a few huffs and puffs of warm air from his vents, before he wiggles down to have his head down to the back of her neck. His head is still much bigger than Monika's even in this position, but of course that wouldn't stop him from nuzzling his faceplate against her back, fingers teasing right around in between her shoulder blades.
And here's a special treat just for her. Both him and his avatar starts to speak in unison, about how much he wants Monika.]
Monika... You mean a lot to me, I do not wish to leave you. I want you. So much.
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[ So comes her muffled reply. If it sounded like she struggled to get it out, that's just because of the boobs. She's not totally lightheaded or anything!
He's practically begging her to do this, anyway. They're there and they're comfy! Why shouldn't she have a nice pillowy break from brain-breaking happiness and pleasure? Well, a short break. It all starts up again once the real him is moving in to slowly increase the amount of money she'll need to cover repairs. While he does that, she lets out cute little coos into his avatar's chest, curling herself around the tinier body.
This must be what Heaven is, if the God lurking there ever deemed her worthy of it, that giant jerk in the sky He is. Yep, an alien behind her, and their insanely high-tech other self in front, squishing her into the comfiest sandwich imaginable. A Soundy2 Aroundy™, if you will. ]
A writer has to be flexible, by the way. I can't be serious all the time!
[ How else would she be able to make him a flying car and a flower, huh? Maybe she'll make him a romance novel protagonist next, though. A real Fabio. He's currently giving her those vibes with how he's leaving her physically and mentally breathless. With the touch of his metal hand, her entire body squirms against both of his. Something about the area her tattoo lies in leaves her extra breathless when she's reminded of it. Perhaps it's from having a taste of what it can do to her. Of just how wild and free she can be when it fully activates...
Her body shakes harder when she's suddenly getting surround sound of the Soundwave variety. It addles her so thoroughly, she nearly slips up and lets out a very bad word, and not one of the curse word kind. Bless those boobs of his for smothering her mouth and limiting her to a squeak. ]
You. [ She pokes his avatar, then reaches behind to poke at his metal. ] Can never do that again. Otherwise I'll melt into a puddle of goo.
[ Ohhhh, how terrible, being soooo warm and happy! To show her displeasure, she finally removes her head from her boob cushions and kisses his avatar's jaw, over and over. ]
How am I ever going to get to sleep when I want to stay awake and be like this forever? Maybe that's what I'll do. I'll order a few energy drinks, and you can cuddle me and tell me how much you want me all night long~
[ After her bed gives up its fight to remain unbroken, anyway. It's getting there. ]
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You are only ever serious ten percent of the time.
[In fact! He'll say she's only ever been silly with him all the time! Not that he particularly minds her being silly. Not anymore, at least. He'd never felt as annoyed with her silliness than the first day they met... Which isn't that long ago in his perspective. Oh, how quickly he's grown attached to this silly, tiny human girl.]
That does not sound too bad, does it?
[Oh, yes indeed. Being so warm and happy? Quite the terrible predicament he's forcing Monika in. In fact, it's about to be more terrible with the idea cooking up in his head. Right after she's done with the kisses to his jaw. A pleased hum vibrates in his throat, as the avatar's hand wiggles in between them and slides down the contour of her breast and down to her tummy before moving back up to cup her cheek. His metal fingers on her back brushes up and down her spine, then trace over the Spade tattoo on her back.
Unfortunately, he'll have to push her face further away from his squishy boobs, but she can come back to them anytime after he's done unleashing this terrible combo on her. Hopefully, she's gotten used to Soundwave's manhandling of her, easily able to push her further up on the bed until she's face to face with the avatar, and then has Monika lay on her back, too. Two Soundies on her sides The avatar's lips press on one ear, and his faceplate on the other. There, he whispers into her ears.]
I want you, Monika... I won't you let go.... Let's stay like this...
[And similar other more variants of those sentences being fed into her ears. Just as a needless reminder how important he is to her, how much he needs her, and even like-love her. His avatar's hand on her cheek, the mech's big hand on her tummy.
Oh yes, she's definitely not getting any sleep tonight.]
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...Or giving more of those touches. Sweet words. Kisses and tingles. And the noises? Gosh. It's like being an ASMR microphone. Maybe she will fall asleep to this and imagine it's a BFE roleplay...
Haha, no. No way can she sleep. Not when his dastardly plans get underway. The protest she was about to voice turns into a small noise of surprise when she's getting attacked with pleasure on both sides, more than she already was. All that helps quell any further protests at her typical doll treatment, so that's an added bonus for him. Look at her, being so very serious. A real adult. Someone that will handle this change of events in a highly mature way. ]
S-Soundwave, ah. Hnn. You big, dumb stupidhead...
[ This is absolutely rude! She was happy to simply lie here and cuddle! And...imagine what two sets of hands could do to her...
The tummy being swallowed up by his hand is twitching from her uneven breathing and excitement. Surely he's not. Surely she's not that lucky. ]
Don't do anything naughty, or I'm gonna be really mad at you. I'm not in a temporary room this time, you know!
[ She says, rubbing against his avatar's hand and kissing at the palm of it. That Spade has a way of goading her into being bad, even when it's not fully activated. Just as the House always wants. ]
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A brow rises up warning him about doing anything naughty.]
I won't. [Hey, he's back to being his usual serious self.] I only wish to... hug you and treat you well.
[Then, both forms kiss her on the cheek, but only the mecha stays to nuzzle her cheek while the avatar continues to treat her ear with soft ASMR. He does back off a bit when he's sensing her excitement rising high, though, doesn't quite stop with the gentle touches to her skin.]
Are my... Touches too much?
[Despite all the time they've shared together intimately, he's still figuring things out. Still learning about what he likes. What Monika likes. There's now a bit of hesitancy in his touches, but he can't quite pull his hands away from Monika.]
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Oh, right! She is! She hums out in pleasure, rubbing her cheek against his smooth metal. ]
Good bot~ [ Her head turns so she can pepper tiny little kisses on his faceplate now. ] Bestest bot~ Sweetest, cutest bot~
[ See? Very serious here. ]
It's too much, but it's the best kind of too much. Because it's from you.
[ Her hands slide down her front, and she sighs in contentment as they come to a rest on top of his, encouraging him. It also helps that she's arching her back a bit, pushing up into his larger one. Once again, she's like the neediest cat ever. ]
So, if you stop? I'll send you back to the parking garage~
[ So serious. Seriously a brat. ]
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Of course, it does open him up to being teased more by Monika. Brat.]
Stop that.
[Her little affections can be so much at times. The kisses are fine, but combine that while calling him cutest and sweetest... It's too embarrassing. His bright blush is present on both him and the avatar.
At least it's good to know that his too much is a good thing? She's enjoying it and even encouraging him, dispelling the doubt that wormed in his head. His metal hand gently presses down her stomach, then a poke with his finger before tracing circles around her belly.]
So... Mean.
[So bratty. But she's his brat, and this brat deserves some peppering kisses from the avatar and some nuzzling.]
At this rate, we might have to delay our plans for tomorrow... If we keep doing this the whole night.
[She might not have enough sleep!]
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[ Silly mech. What moment was ruined? He's made it better, since she can tease him as much as he's giving her all that goodness. And so, she'll keep it up, considering he's basically telling her to. ]
Should I not call you an adorable bot? The comfiest bot? The darlingest bot? [ She giggles from the soft tickles on her stomach. ] The one with the best hands? The warmest metal? The squishiest, most pillowy boobs?
[ Now, that last one? That one's actually mean, because she knows how he reacts to her being crass. He's right to call it out. Then again, he's also the easiest to be mean to! How convenient! ]
Why would we have to delay things? [ For being such a spoilsport, one of those squishy boobs of his gets a poke. ] Getting to spend all night and day with the most precious bot in the resort? How weird, I can't imagine anything better~
[ Since it's easier to kiss lips, she leans over to kiss on his avatar, moving up his neck and eventually landing on those lips. He can't say she's always bratty when she does things like that, can he? ]
Maybe we won't even leave the bed. If I get the right drink? [ She winks at his avatar after another quick peck. ] We'll have all the time in the world.
[ This idea is fully planted in her head now. Good luck getting it out. ]
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[Come now, she's bringing out the tsundere back with these amount of teasing. However, the one thing she said gets her a poke with his large digit to her chest, too]
Don't be so crass in this moment, Monika. Besides, you have the squishiest, most pillowy chest.
[And to prove it, he digs his finger into her soft chest. Look, how her soft, marshmallow boob swallows his finger. That tease to her chest stops when Monika leans over to kiss the avatar. Purrs are rumbling in his throat as the kisses move up his neck, and when she reaches those lips, he presses back. When her lips leave, he gives her lips a quick lick with his tongue.
Right, regardless of the plans they've made, they're still spending all the night and day together. Unseparated in this moment. Him with the most precious human in the universe right next to him. The idea is great.]
We did plan to visit the library and return to the exhibition. But... [The avatar's small limbs wraps around her neck in loose hug. The mecha hugs her body in a firm embrace.] Monika, I admit that not leaving the bed is... A more tempting idea.
[Oh no, even that idea is starting to seep into his head. Neither of them are really willing to move out of the bed... Which is seconds away from breaking now, actually. The bed has done a miraculously and terrific job of surviving this long, but alas, the weight of a ten foot tall alien mech beats it in the end.
Before he could kiss her back with his original body in return for the affection, the bed suddenly collapses. Fortunately, nobody would be hurt with such a small drop. But both him and the avatar is staring dumbfounded at Monika, stunlocked by such a foreseeable event.]
Ah.......
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Actually, no. Since she's always able to keep her cool in the face of overbearing adversity, she can manage more crassness. ]
You're like a pervy old guy. Gonna offer me money for a date next? Ahaha~
[ Satisfied, she keeps up with her kisses, since she hasn't had enough of those. She'll keep responding in between each one, gradually getting softer. It helps that he's agreeing with her idea. Again! The power of literature did this. It's the only explanation! ]
Nothing here really closes, so we can go whenever we want. [ Kiss, kiss. ] I'm glad you agree my idea is the best one. Because I'm so warm and comfy and--
[ He'll never know how she was going to finish that. The only bit of warning she has for what's coming is a loud crack, then BAM! She's shrieking. Sorry, Soundy, now you're the one getting the worst kind of surround sound. Maybe the crashing noise covered up her dramatic ones?
Silence follows as dust flutters around them. She grunts and attempts to sit up, then quickly rethinks it and flops back down. The ceiling seems so much further away now...
Silence. Silence... ]
You. Are paying. For all of this.
[ Her poor bed!!! How could this happen to her?!?! ]
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He knew this was coming! They both knew this would happen to her poor bed! Yet here there are, the want for each other probably overrode whatever sensibilities they have and allowed him on the bed.]
I suppose we found out I did break the bed, after all. [Sorry, he's jesting a little.] I will fix it. So neither I nor you will use money.
[Siiiiiiigh. He'll have to find some tools first, though. At least one of the two bodies peels off Monika to check her for any injuries caused by the short fall, concern painted on the avatar's face.]
Are you alright?
[One can never be too sure.]
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She sighs a little with him, then grumbles at that jest of his. ]
I should've known. You're a menace when it comes to my furniture!
[ Who'd have thought she'd have to consider the merits of ranking up, simply so she could have a room that wasn't going to constantly get wrecked by an alien. Another sigh, and she holds her forehead, eyes closing. She needs a moment to really rethink her life choices.
One eye cracks open when she feels fussy energy coming her way. Wow. Break a bed, and suddenly it's time to be caring and concerned for some reason! ]
I'm fine. [ Well, actually... ] I mean, my back hurts a little, and your metal scraped me a little, and I'm probably a little traumatized. Mostly, I'm glad I didn't get crushed by a giant jerk!
[ So dramatic! But she's giggling as she pokes at both of him. Ahh, what a mess. But at least it's with him. ]
I appreciate you wanting to fix this, but don't worry about it right now. If you do that, you'll just go and break it again, won't you? [ Suddenly, she's giggling even more. ] I can't believe I'm at a sex resort...and I broke a bed just by cuddling.
[ Now she's giggling uncontrollably. What a way to make memories! Maybe she'll get some great street cred, too! ]
Is it okay if I lie when I tell other people about it? Can I say an alien made wild love to me if anyone ever asks~?
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[He'll take the blame, but Monika must partially take the blame too for tempting him! Her dramatics get a huff and poke from him. Are they restarting the poke war?
At least she wasn't hurt badly, but he can't help showing a bit of concern for her, okay? She's must more fragile than him, and he's glad that no terrible accidents happen.]
I won't get into the bed next time then after I made the repair.
[There, problem solved. She'll only get to cuddle the avatar on the bed front his point onwards, or until she found a sturdier bed. This does make him realize he took for granted the bed they shared in that temporary room.
What she said at the end gets a dead -eyed Stardew from the avatar, and then some aggressive poking from both of him.]
Why would you want to make that lie? Who are you even going to tell? The truth is less shameful than the lie....
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