whumpthisway reblogged
“My little pet…” The whumper dragged a rough finger down the whumpee’s face, tracing the drying lines of blood and fading bruises. Drousy and unfocused, the whumpee pressed themselves closer to the whumper, watching the morning light drench them both in apricot orange. The whumper pressed their cheek to the whumpee’s bloodied hair, humming softly into their ear.
“Mine.”