[The head pet is nice, of course. Even if it may sting a little from the fresh open wound from having his head bashed in with a bottle. Still, somehow the soft gesture once again outweighs any pain.
And the kiss, too. Shame they can't kiss too deeply right now, lest it'll hurt him. But he likes the soft pecks and he'll try to kiss back just as much while his hips continue to grind against her.
His eyes follow her hand to see... A knife? Dread immediately sets in him. Last time she had a knife on her hand, she used it on him without remorse. Will she use it again? When she beaten him up already with that bloody champagne she threw away?
His chest tightens. After finally being submissive to her, she plans to hurt him more? He wants to protest, but he couldn't voice anything out of his throat. Ah, whatever she's thinking, he'll accept it, lest any form of protest may lead to even worse consequences.
Except she did something unexpected.
His brows rise. She's using it on herself...? She's harming herself. Soundwave watches the fresh red blood flowing down and coating her her breast, mixing with his purple to create a lovely blend. Still, he wants to ask if she's okay, but... It seems that she's enjoying the self inflicted wound.
This is wrong and messed up, and yet he can't help but think she loves beautiful in this state.
At the offer of her bloody breast, his mouth instinctually gapes open and his tongue hangs out to catch their combined fresh blood dripping from her nipple.]
Thank you.
[A submissive appreciation before her blood-coated nipple engulfs in his mouth, teeth sinking into the tender flesh. His tongue flicks and rolls around her nipple hungrily, sucking. Red blood coats his lips and pools his upper lips. She tastes sweet.]
there's something wrong with these two idk what
[The head pet is nice, of course. Even if it may sting a little from the fresh open wound from having his head bashed in with a bottle. Still, somehow the soft gesture once again outweighs any pain.
And the kiss, too. Shame they can't kiss too deeply right now, lest it'll hurt him. But he likes the soft pecks and he'll try to kiss back just as much while his hips continue to grind against her.
His eyes follow her hand to see... A knife? Dread immediately sets in him. Last time she had a knife on her hand, she used it on him without remorse. Will she use it again? When she beaten him up already with that bloody champagne she threw away?
His chest tightens. After finally being submissive to her, she plans to hurt him more? He wants to protest, but he couldn't voice anything out of his throat. Ah, whatever she's thinking, he'll accept it, lest any form of protest may lead to even worse consequences.
Except she did something unexpected.
His brows rise. She's using it on herself...? She's harming herself. Soundwave watches the fresh red blood flowing down and coating her her breast, mixing with his purple to create a lovely blend. Still, he wants to ask if she's okay, but... It seems that she's enjoying the self inflicted wound.
This is wrong and messed up, and yet he can't help but think she loves beautiful in this state.
At the offer of her bloody breast, his mouth instinctually gapes open and his tongue hangs out to catch their combined fresh blood dripping from her nipple.]
Thank you.
[A submissive appreciation before her blood-coated nipple engulfs in his mouth, teeth sinking into the tender flesh. His tongue flicks and rolls around her nipple hungrily, sucking. Red blood coats his lips and pools his upper lips. She tastes sweet.]