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Series: Crossed Out | Bookish | Home is where the hurt is | Custody
Kirsten | Dutchie | AroAce
'Home is where the hurt is' is now available in print!
A very big thanks to everyone for their support, messages and love! This book would never have been printed without you all. It means the world to me. Thank you!
Home is where the hurt is: Paperback and ebook.
After an encounter with a local crime gang some years ago, Jay is enjoying a peaceful life. Until Zayne shows up on his doorstep. Jay’s priorities drastically shift from meeting deadlines to avoiding death threats, making sure no one knows what is going on by hiding his injuries and evading questions. But while Zayne is his biggest concern, an even bigger threat looms over them both; someone who is determined to keep past and present events under wraps, no matter the cost.
Team Leader no longer fought the restraints tying them down to the chair. The beating drained them of any remaining energy, so the only thing they could focus on was breathing through the pain.
"Here's how it's gonna go," Whumper grabbed Team Leader's chin, admiring their already bruised face. "I will now call Teammate, and you will tell them to drop the case: say it's been solved, send them on vacation... whatever. Just make sure they stop."
Team Leader met Whumper's gaze and blinked once, exhausted and resigned. Whumper let go of their chin and pressed the button on the phone. The dial tone echoed in a nearly empty room.
"Hello?" Teammate's voice came through the speaker after a few moments.
"Hi, Teammate, just checking in on your project," Team Leader put in an enormous effort to sound calm and even vaguely cheerful.
"Oh, it's going well! With the evidence I found, we should be able to prove Whumper's guilt."
"Great," Team Leader threw a glance in Whumper's direction. "Do hurry up, though."
Whumper's face darkened. They quietly put the phone on the nearby table and grabbed Team Leader's pinky, slowly bending it as a threat.
"Yes, I will. Leave it to me!" Teammate replied eagerly.
Team Leader's face contorted as they tried and failed to stifle a yelp.
"Is everything alright?" Teammate asked with concern.
"Y-yesss," Team Leader hissed. "I'm just busy. Gotta go. Good luck with your investigation," they rattled off as soon as they managed to steady their voice, somewhat.
"Right, thanks. Talk to you later!" Teammate said.
They sounded relaxed, completely unaware of what was happening.
The moment the call was over, something snapped, and Team Leader screamed.
Crack whump is good. How about nsfwhump for roman and dani? Would roman ever have sex with her?
To be honest, that's been on my mind on and off lately.
Non-con, no. If it's about control, Roman has other ways to assert that and is fully succeeding in it. She's not here for that, he'd say. I think Roman is somewhat grey/demi ace so he doesn't really care about it that much.
Dani does. They could go for casual agreed upon sex? Hate sex maybe? In an AU, or headcanon I don't know I'm too ace to understand sexual attraction, but yeah, they could have a truce for once.
I'm actually imaging Roman to be very gentle, letting her take control.
I've written some bits and pieces, but it's very unsexy like I said, I'm too ace for actually smut scenes... Maybe I should finish it tho.
we need to team up… to put together the WB4723 48-Inch Workbench With Power Outlets and Lights… it will take all of our power… and though you are my greatest foe, i can’t do it without you !
"Come on... Come on, Whumpee, wake up! Please. I'm here for you. Here to get you out! But we have to go now!"
Caretaker's soft but intense pleading barely got a response. Whumpee was completely out, curled up on the harsh stone floor of the cell. Every speck of bare skin was covered in bruises or scrapes. And they were splayed out in a way that made Caretaker suspect in horror that they'd been tossed carelessly to the floor where they hadn't bothered, or more likely, hadn't been able to move their limbs in a more... comfortable position. Caretaker shook them lightly, pulling them to lie on their back. "Come on... Wake up!"
"You're too late, Caretaker." A voice behind them called, eerily calm.
Caretaker whipped around at the voice and the panic of being discovered turned icy cold in their veins when the implications hit them.
"What?" they croaked, looking at Whumper, who casually blocked the door to the cell, languidly leaning against the frame. They looked back at Whumpee. "You don't-- Are they--?!" Their voice raised as they stumbled over their fears.
"Oh," Whumper held out his hands, placating. "No, no, don't worry, they're not dead." His voice dipped to a growl as he looked the small figure over. "They should be so lucky... No," he said, tone returning to his casual smugness. "I mean, your rescue couldn't be more ill-timed. If you'd been a few hours earlier... You might have even run into each other," he finished with a devious grin.
Caretaker's expression turned from relief to utter confusion.
Whumper nudged himself away from the frame with his shoulder and slowly advanced on the pair. "You see, they tried to escape. Just this afternoon. And what we have here is... well, the consequences of that stupid stunt. Even if they were awake, even if they could walk..." His grin widened, turning from devious to unsettling as he bared his teeth. "I'm not sure they would dare set another foot outside of this cell, not even if you begged them or tried to drag them along. They were, ah, quite sorry for their mistake, believe me."
"You rotten bastard," Caretaker managed to get out from behind grit teeth.
Whumper gave a graceful nod in acknowledgement, as if accepting the compliment. He backed away slowly until he stood outside the cell again. "You got what you came for, to help your friend. So help them," he added in a growl. "They need it. And you'll have all the time to try and convince them to attempt an escape. Again."
He slammed the door shut and parted with his final, sly words.
Oh yes. This would be a game right up his alley. Not that he'd test them on himself, or participate in the game.
Our willing participant would be sneering and snarling bucking against leather restraints on a table with her sleeve rolled up.
Perhaps he'd appreciate it so much, that even he wouldn't know what was in which syringe :) Like, let's try this, no, I don't know which juice this is, actually I don't even know what any of them do. Let's find out!
"Come on... Come on, Whumpee, wake up! Please. I'm here for you. Here to get you out! But we have to go now!"
Caretaker's soft but intense pleading barely got a response. Whumpee was completely out, curled up on the harsh stone floor of the cell. Every speck of bare skin was covered in bruises or scrapes. And they were splayed out in a way that made Caretaker suspect in horror that they'd been tossed carelessly to the floor where they hadn't bothered, or more likely, hadn't been able to move their limbs in a more... comfortable position. Caretaker shook them lightly, pulling them to lie on their back. "Come on... Wake up!"
"You're too late, Caretaker." A voice behind them called, eerily calm.
Caretaker whipped around at the voice and the panic of being discovered turned icy cold in their veins when the implications hit them.
"What?" they croaked, looking at Whumper, who casually blocked the door to the cell, languidly leaning against the frame. They looked back at Whumpee. "You don't-- Are they--?!" Their voice raised as they stumbled over their fears.
"Oh," Whumper held out his hands, placating. "No, no, don't worry, they're not dead." His voice dipped to a growl as he looked the small figure over. "They should be so lucky... No," he said, tone returning to his casual smugness. "I mean, your rescue couldn't be more ill-timed. If you'd been a few hours earlier... You might have even run into each other," he finished with a devious grin.
Caretaker's expression turned from relief to utter confusion.
Whumper nudged himself away from the frame with his shoulder and slowly advanced on the pair. "You see, they tried to escape. Just this afternoon. And what we have here is... well, the consequences of that stupid stunt. Even if they were awake, even if they could walk..." His grin widened, turning from devious to unsettling as he bared his teeth. "I'm not sure they would dare set another foot outside of this cell, not even if you begged them or tried to drag them along. They were, ah, quite sorry for their mistake, believe me."
"You rotten bastard," Caretaker managed to get out from behind grit teeth.
Whumper gave a graceful nod in acknowledgement, as if accepting the compliment. He backed away slowly until he stood outside the cell again. "You got what you came for, to help your friend. So help them," he added in a growl. "They need it. And you'll have all the time to try and convince them to attempt an escape. Again."
He slammed the door shut and parted with his final, sly words.
"Why don't you get on your knees and tell me how sorry you are."
Whumpee bristled, the large intake of breath raising them up to full height, fists clenched at their side. The air shuddered back out of them, their resistance following along right with it; their body untensed, they closed their eyes, their jaw unlocked. And so did their knees.
"Fine."
They cast a final furious glance up, but did as they were told, settling down on their knees. Fingers curled into the fabric of their pants leg, holding on tight to the last bit of control they had.
"Right." They took a deep breath, glared up and looked directly into Whumper's eyes.
"I am so, so not sorry for trying to get out of this stinking prison you call a house. Also really not sorry I almost kicked your teeth in. Actually, wait, I'm just sorry that I missed. Really, my most sincere apologies for that. Just, yeah, I'm incredibly unrepentant. And it will happen again. That's how sorry I am."
Not even halfway through that speech Whumper'd already started rolling up his sleeves. The 'actually, wait' made him stop and glance at Whumpee, but the continued spewed vitriol just made him shake his head as he folded his cuff down.
"Yeah," he said, stepping closer, curling a fist in Whumpee's hair and pulling them up. "Let's do something about that."
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'Home is where the hurt is' is now available in print!
A very big thanks to everyone for their support, messages and love! This book would never have been printed without you all. It means the world to me. Thank you!
Home is where the hurt is: Paperback and ebook.
After an encounter with a local crime gang some years ago, Jay is enjoying a peaceful life. Until Zayne shows up on his doorstep. Jay’s priorities drastically shift from meeting deadlines to avoiding death threats, making sure no one knows what is going on by hiding his injuries and evading questions. But while Zayne is his biggest concern, an even bigger threat looms over them both; someone who is determined to keep past and present events under wraps, no matter the cost.
Happy release aniversary! :D HIWTHI has been out in the wild for a year now. Out on my bookshelf for (more than) a year now! Out on some peoples' bookshelf for... I don't know how long but by god do I appreciate y'all T-T
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