Split knuckles make me want to lick them better

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Split knuckles make me want to lick them better
Whump post #12
“Do it... ” the whumpee hissed between lips swollen and cracked with blood. Their eyes were spectacular under the sharp fluorescent light. Red rimmed and bright. “Give it all you got. It won’t change a damn thing.”
The words came out heavy and slurred, sounding to the whumper like a wasted drunk, demanding the bartender for another tap. But considering how the whumpee hasn’t had a lick of alcohol since the time they’ve been captured, the whumper simply indulged the whumpee with a smile cold as the chains restraining them.
“I have no doubt I’ll get what I want,” the whumper drawled lazily, reaching for a cloth in their back pocket. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” They brought their own bloody fist up, inspecting the tear on their knuckles with a frown. They sighed. “You cut me you know,” the whumper tutted, eyeing the whumpee with displeasure. “With your teeth.”
A tight smile. “I’ll cut you more than that when I get out of here,” the whumpee replied, with all the maliciousness that comes from a body beaten and bruised. “Slowly, and with pleasure.”
The whumper laughed. Not because of how ridiculous they sounded— which, they did— but because of the amount of fun the whumper was having. There was nothing more amusing than having a whumpee whose spirit refused to sputter out, a flame fighting the smothering ash of a fate damned to ruin.
“Want revenge?” The whumper said, cocking a brow up in a delegate arch.
“No,” the whumpee growled, twisting in their bonds. “I want justice.”
“Well,” the whumper said, slowly tucking the blood stained cloth back into their pocket with care. “Consider this justice for having split my knuckle.” And there was no holding back when the whumper arched their fist back and slammed it hard into the whumpee’s jaw, snapping their head to the side.
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I’ve never split my knuckles so bad in a LONG time.
Split Knuckles by Agavrik. OH MY GOD. IT'S SO GOOD. LIKE. HOLY SHIT. SAKURA SO FUCKING BAD ASS LIKE BITCH TOOK DOWN MADARA BY HERSELF. Yeah idk, I just really enjoyed it hahaha
my knuckles split open. hurts like a bitch.