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Shorts #2
As Caretaker and Whumpee prepared for bed, Whumpee turned to them after spitting out their toothpaste, staring furtively and waiting to be acknowledged before speaking.
“Yes?” Caretaker asked, judging by the way that Whumpee fidgeted with their shirt’s hem that they had something to say.
Whumpee lowered their gaze now that Caregiver was paying attention to them, still too unused to eye contact.
“Um, well,” Whumpee stammered. “I was thinking that I might be alright sleeping by myself from now on, ‘cause I’m sure having to sleep in my room every night must be annoying. I mean you haven’t slept in your own bed in a while--not that I mind or anything!--Just, I’m sure you miss it, is all.”
Whumpee’s fingers were all tangled up in their shirt now, fabric pulled taut by white knuckles.
Caretaker couldn’t help but crack a warm smile. They both knew that Caretaker had only started sleeping in there to calm Whumpee down after their nightmares. To suggest that Caretaker wasn’t needed, in their own indirect way, Whumpee was telling them that they weren’t scared anymore. Caretaker had never felt prouder.
“Yeah,” Caretaker said, “it would be nice to sleep in my bed again. You snore pretty loud.”
Whumpee’s head cocked up, shocked eyebrows deeply furrowed. “I do not!” they exclaimed, the response so involuntary and direct it surprised both of them equally. It was even more surprising that Whumpee didn’t back down, either.
Caretaker broke eye contact first, nearly doubling over in laughter. “You’re right, you’re right. I was just teasing,” they lied.
Whumpee blushed and let out a little laugh too, tense hands releasing their wrinkled and stretched out shirt.
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A few days passed with Whumpee and Caretaker sleeping separately. While Caretaker knew they should be happy that Whumpee was finally able to sleep alone, they couldn’t help feeling a little lonely.
Caretaker missed having Whumpee lying next to them, their face just barely peeking out of the covers, snores only slightly muffled by the thick, fluffy down comforter. Sometimes the two woke up cuddling so closely with one another, with both feeling less mortified the more times it happened.
Caretaker fluffed their pillow again, hoping sleep wouldn’t be as hard to find as it had been the past couple days.
Just as they closed their eyes, they heard the hinges of their door creak. Caretaker sat up and peered through the darkness at Whumpee, holding the doorknob and standing very still.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Whumpee whispered. “I just, um, I’m about to go to sleep, and, uh--”
“Want to sleep in here tonight?” Caretaker asked, phrasing it as a request and a question, something Whumpee often needed them to do.
Whumpee was slipping under the covers before Caretaker even registered their movement. They unashamedly nuzzled into Caretaker’s chest and Caretaker carefully wrapped an arm around them.
“I think I like this better,” Whumpee whispered.
“Me too.”
#i know i'm calling this a short but it's kinda long lol#whump#whump writing#whumpee x caretaker#caretaker x whumpee#whump community#whumpblr#caretaker prompt#whumpee caregiving for caretaker#needy whumpee#needy caretaker#they're so in love lmao#my writing#honeybunny-og
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—•— Asa & Hayes Masterlist —•—
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"You're my lover now. I bought you, so you're mine. Maybe you've never had a lover before...but that's okay. I'll teach you. And then you'll love me, too."
Asa wishes he could speak. Wishes he could curse and shout back and say I won't, but then...he knows it would only make everything worse, now.
Hayes still seems to know what he wants to say. He leans, kissing Asa's lips, and he smiles.
"You will. I promise you, Asa. You're going to love me, too."
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Main Story Tags: pet whump, very creepy/intimate/possessive & sadistic Whumper, defiant Whumpee, noncon touching, physical abuse, and noncon where indicted in red. Each part has individual CWs for what's in that specific part.
taglist for chapters: @oddsconvert @darkthingshappen @leyswhumpdump @littlespacecastle @keep-beach-city-werid @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @veyroswin @eatyourdamnpears @t0rture-me @darlingwhump @melancholy-in-the-morning @flowersarefreetherapy @ender-whumps @the-infinant-one @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @endless-whump @serickswrites @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @flynnswhumpprompts @whumpcereal @whumpqin @honeybunny-og @whumpyblogthing @whumpzone @catawhumpus @quietlywhump @sparrowsage @the-turnips-last-stand @goesaroundcomesaroundwhat @dont-be-gentle-please @the-bloody-sadist @whumpinggrounds @squishablesunbeam @canislycaon24 @machinamori @ivoryangel1290 @burningkittypoet @baldngoamc @blufooshislife (let me know if you want on or off this list, this is what I copy and paste every time!)
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#whump#pet whump#masterlist#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#possessive whumper#whumblr#whump writing#whumpblr
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Whumpers' Soirée Masterlist
A list of links to all the submissions to this event. I hope everyone had fun!!
The Party - by @painsandconfusion
Michael - by @shameless-dumbass
The Hunt | Lucky Mistake - by @writing-prompts-user
Grace | Zi - by @whumpshaped
Three Days Masterlist - by @quietly-by-myself and @darkthingshappen
RSVP | Outfit | Alec Part 1 | Alec Part 2 - by @suspicious-whumping-egg
RSVP - by @wormwriting
Among Friends | Anticipation | Attitude - by @whumblr
Sleeping Beauty - by @oddsconvert
Fleeting Clarity - by @keeper-of-all-the-random-things
Jamie/Leo AU - by @peachy-panic and @hold-him-down
A Night to Remember - by @maracujatangerine
RSVP - by @i-can-even-burn-salad
Salvation by @scribeoffwhump
A New Friend - by @honeybunny-og
Xerxes - by @secretwhumplair
Red - by @whump3000
Lysandros - by @noob-whump-writer
Bunny Rabbit by @whereallthewhumpgoes
Ronald - by @rizzamacka-whump
Felix - by @mothmxwhump
Levi - by @robins-whump
The Road To Hell | Part 2 - by @whumpcereal and @darkthingshappen
Buyer's Cards - by @garottesandgardens
The Price of Admission - by @jasonsilverafterdark
Grayson - by @abirbable
Black Blue, and Red - by @worldofwhumpcraft
Never Truly Free - by @sparrowsage
A Goodnight Cocktail - by @susiequaz12 and @darkthingshappen
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We started We Love Katamari on stream tonight, which seemed pretty appropriate for Pride, but it did get me thinking. The OG Katamari Damashii is fucking 19years old now. Yes, yes, time moves ever forward; i'm not unaware of the concept, but it still feels kind of wild to have a readily available chunk like that to look at. One of my first memories of Osaka was watching this commercial wiv honeybunny back at my first apartment. The Nova apartment? Where i lived wiv the super passive-aggressive creep, and the guy who almost burned the place down drunkenly trying to make hard boiled eggs?
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😘#steviewonder😎 #isntshelovely #crystal #crystalhelene #crystalcrystal #abw🕷 #abw👽 #supastar⭐️ #ccc💎 #crystalhelene👸🏾 #queenhelene #helene #grace #amen #helene #beautiful #name #gracehelene #ily #braydenchristophereaves 👌🏾 just remember the stuff we talked about 💪🏿 I love ❤️ you #honeybunny🐰😘 #momma #GG #gg #ogg #OG👵🏾❤️👵🏾 #ganstagranny😂 #ok👌🏾 #whatever🙄 #g4L 🕷🦋🕷 #ily❤️ @naviishit😘 #kisses🦁😘!!! 😘!!! 🦁🙊🙈🐒🐵🙉@Authenticblkwidow🕷 #andyourpointis🦅☝🏾🇺🇸🙊🐒❓❔❓❕❓⁉️💯❌💯🦁🙊🦁🙈 ♫ @da_real_stevie_wonder😎 🎶🎤😎⭐️ #IsnTSheLovely😘 ✅ #Madewith @flipagram🦉🦅🦉🦅🦉🦅🐣🦄 🐯 🐥🦆https://flipagram.com/f/1BFHuQ6FkW9 🤠🐴😘 😎 https://flipagram.com/r/1BFHuQ6FkW9 😎🦋😘😎🦋❤️ 🐻😎😘❤️😎❤️💪🏿💎🦋🦋#ccc💎 #starcrystal7💎🦋🦋#sc7b💎🕷🕸🦁🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🦋 (at Leadership Paducah)
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Whumpees who get violent when they get emotional.
Whumpees who get so overwhelmed by their emotions, who want so desperately to make the feelings go away.
Whumpees who can’t get their heartbeat to calm down, who feel their hands start shaking uncontrollably like their body is a live wire with electricity pulsing through their limbs.
Whumpees who have to get physical -- to get violent -- to express their emotions because then the chaos isn’t only in their head.
Whumpees who throw tantrums, who break things. They take baseball bats to mirrors and rip the pages from books. Caretaker taught them to punch pillows or throw them against the walls, but it’s never enough.
They need to hurt. They need to pull their hair and scream until their throat feels raw, to slap their face and bash their fists into the sides of their heads.
They need to feel the hot tears streaming down their flushed and stinging cheeks, to feel the emptiness in their chests as their heart slows down and their body gives out from exhaustion.
They need the violence to calm them down, to numb them enough that they’ll stop thinking.
#whump#whump prompt#whump tropes#whumpee trope#whumpee trauma#whumpee scenario#whump community#whumpee x caretaker#whumpees who need therapy#whumpee prompt#whump ideas#whumpee ideas#my writing#honeybunny-og
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hi i write whump sometimes
Hi, I’m honeybunny the og. You can call me Honey, or Bunny, or Charles. She/her.
I want to use this blog to get in the habit of writing more, whether it be developing prompts, short stories, or longer OC stories (which I’ll probably post on AO3 too). All of my writing will be tagged #my writing and #honeybunny og
I’m pretty new to whump tumblr but I’ve always been into fucked up stories with dark themes and characters with questionable moralities.
I’m also a really avid reader so if you need any classic book recs hit me up lol.
So in regards to whump, I’m really into:
psychological whump
defiant whumpees (who then get broken)
medical whump
hero/villain whump
captivity whump
non-human whumpers (vampires, monsters, etc.)
dehumanization whump
pet whump
intimate whumpers
caregivers x whumpees
corrupted whumpee (whumpee turns into a whumper)
caregivers getting whumped
possessive whumpers
whumpees getting triggered/dealing with their trauma
*~*knives*~*
dub-con/non-con touching (nonsexual but maybe sometimes sexual*)
*any stories with dub-con/non-con sexual content will have plenty of warnings and will probably be rare/easily avoidable
Okay so that’s all I can think of right now lol. Thanks for reading, um hit me up if you wanna be whump friends <3 lol ok bye
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Caretaker Prompt #1
Caretaker had been living with Whumpee for a while, but Whumpee is still very sensitive and relies very heavily on Caretaker.
One day Caretaker brings home a kitten they found abandoned on the side of the road. They thought that Whumpee might like having the kitten around to keep them company, so that taking care of the kitten would somehow help Whumpee take care of themselves.
However, Whumpee seems hesitant to befriend the kitten and withdraws whenever Caretaker feeds or cuddles with the kitten. Then, Caretaker wakes up one morning and finds the kitten dead in its little bed.
Caretaker is heartbroken and worries that the death of their new pet will cause Whumpee great pain, even though they had yet to fully warm up to the kitten.
When Whumpee sees the small, lifeless body of the kitten, they let out an impassive sigh.
After burying the kitten in the garden, Caretaker notices that Whumpee has become clingy again and spends the entirety of the day practically latched onto Caretaker.
Late at night, Caretaker lays awake unable to sleep. Whumpee stirs under the covers and turns to snuggle into Caretaker’s chest -- not noticing they’re also awake.
“All mine again,” Whumpee mumbles as a chill creeps down Caretaker’s spine.
#whump#whump prompt#whump x caretaker#caretaker prompt#corrupted whumpee#whumpee turned whumper#possessive whumpee#psychological whump#tw animal death#tw implied animal abuse#my writing#honeybunny-og
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omg,,, i can't believing I'm getting invited to a party.
brb need to go do some writing now.
#the whumpers soiree#whump#whump prompt#whump community#whump writing#whump scenario#the whumpers' soirée#the-whumpers-soiree#honeybunny-og
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thinking about whumpers using paralytic drugs or muscle relaxants or lobotomies to turn their whumpees into perfect little dolls or puppets for them.
whumpers having complete control over their ~precious little whumpee~ because whumpee has no ability to communicate distress, much less fight back.
perhaps whumpee doesn't even know what's going on; they've become such a shell of their former selves.
maybe that's for the best though, because awareness can be torturous, too.
#whump#whump scenario#whump prompt#creepy whumper#loss of self whump#mind break whump#mental whump#dehumanization whump#captivity#controlled#whump tropes#whump community#drugging#medical whump#controlling whumper#my writing#honeybunny og
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"Wh-why are you doing this to me?"
"Oh, no, Whumpee... See, I'm not doing anything to you. All of this is because of you. I'm simply showing you the consequences of your actions."
#wait but imagine a story where the whumpee is actually a bad person#and whumper is trying to make them pay for their crimes#whump prompt#whump dialogue#whump trope#whump writing#my writing#honeybunny og#manipulative whumper#creepy whumper#story inspo#whump#whump community#whump scenario#psychological whump#torture whump#imprisonment whump#whumpblr
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A New Friend - The Whumper's Soiree
I finally finished! yay! Thank you to @worldofwhumpcraft for inviting me to @the-whumpers-soiree, and of course thank you to @painsandconfusion for hosting/creating this wonderful event!
CW: pet names, multiple whumpers, whumper couple, manipulative whumper, flirtatious whumper, talkative whumper, creepy whumper, intimate whumper, alcohol consumption, non-con touching and kissing (non-explicit), drugging, corrupted whumpee, suggestive themes (non-explicit)
“Two reds, please,” Arthur said, the hand placed on Beau’s shoulder squeezing tighter.
Beau looked around the dimly lit penthouse bar, a soft and sultry jazz song playing in the background, as Arthur affixed the red bracelets to both of their wrists.
Beau looked back at Arthur, their eyes meeting for a moment before Arthur leaned over, his hot breath on Beau’s ear, raising goosebumps over their neck and back.
“Don’t look at me, Beau, look for the blues,” he murmured.
“Anyone I want?”
“Anyone you want.”
Arthur squeezed Beau’s shoulder once more before releasing and taking a step back, slinking into the shadows.
Beau’s eyes darted across the room. There were so many people mingling about, their faces strange and obscured by the mood lighting. Eyes glinted mischievously in the low light as figures with glowing blue wrists passed by.
There at the bar, haloed by sunset orange lights, Beau saw the one they needed to have. They didn’t bother to glance around and find Arthur, they knew they were being watched very carefully.
Beau sat themselves down next to their new find. “What are you drinking?”
The young man looked up at them, his nervousness obvious in the way he swallowed before replying, “Gin and tonic.”
Beau motioned for two more from the bartender. “These parties can be pretty dry without proper libations,” they sighed. “You know, a good social lubricant is always appreciated.”
Beau could see the red spreading across his face and neck even with the orange lights tinting his skin. Perfect, Beau thought.
“I’m Beau,” they said, taking a slow sip of their drink before extending a hand.
“I’m Dylan,” he replied, taking Beau’s hand in his own.
Beau’s hold lingered on Dylan’s hand, a light touch brushing his wrist and the blue bracelet encircling it.
“Does the red bracelet mean you’ve been to this kind of party before or something?” Dylan asked, his own eyes lingering on Beau’s wrist.
Beau smiled at Dylan, “Yeah, something like that.”
“I’ve never been to a party quite like this before,” Dylan said. “I’ve only been in this city for a few weeks and I don’t know anyone here, so it’s nice to be able to meet some new people.”
Beau pouted, their hand still casually stroking Dylan’s. “Aw, poor thing! I hope you haven’t been too lonely up until now. Life’s no fun without good company,” they expressed with a wink.
Dylan let out a flustered giggle, about to lean in and say more when a hand grasped Beau’s shoulder.
Knowing immediately who it was, Beau tilted their head toward the hand, nuzzling into it with their cheek.
“Arthur, I was wondering where you’d wandered off to,” they teased, knowing full well what game the two were playing. “Dylan, this is Arthur; I’m his better half and all that.”
“Oh! Um, hi, nice to meet you, Arthur,” Dylan stammered, throwing out a gawky wave. He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Arthur smirked and blatantly eyed Dylan up and down, taking note of his fidgeting fingers and reddened complexion.
“So, what were you too giggling about?” he asked, an arm draping over Beau’s shoulders.
“Oh, this and that,” Beau replied with a wave of their hand. “More importantly, Beau’s new in town, and he’s quite cute, so I think I’ve found a new friend.”
Dylan, eyebrows raised, exchanged glances with Beau and Arthur before stifling a laugh with a cough.
Arthur leaned into Beau and nipped at their ear. “Careful now, I think you might scare him off,” Arthur teased, just loud enough for Dylan to hear.
“Hush, you; I’m only kidding,” Beau replied, swiftly sliding out from under Arthur’s frame and off the bar stool. They grasped Dylan’s hand in their own and pulled him to his feet.
“Excuse us, sir, but my new friend and I have to go powder our noses,” Beau stated with a very pointed look at Dylan.
Before Dylan could get a word in edgewise, Beau was guiding them across the busy lounge, weaving through the mingling masses of red and blue bracelets, and into the restroom.
The restroom was deserted, the bright lights a jarring departure from the glamorous party they’d just stepped out of.
Dylan could feel Beau’s gaze reflecting off the large mirror and onto him as they stood side by side at the sinks. He took a deep breath.
Then, hands were on Dylan, pulling at his shirt collar, quickly followed by lips crashing into his. Beau was frantic yet indulgent; their grip was tense and wanton as they kissed deeply, evidently savoring the new experience.
Dylan felt Beau tangle a hand into his hair. It was when a hand dropped and groped at his hip that he returned to himself, remembering that Beau’s partner was waiting at the bar.
Dylan broke away, pushing against Beau’s shoulders, glancing from their wide, excited eyes to the restroom door behind them.
“I’m not—I didn’t think you wanted to—” he stammered.
Beau backed him against the wall, pressing their bodies together, crowding his body and thoughts.
“Aw, c’mon, don’t be so shy,” Beau crooned, hands continuing their exploration of Dylan’s body.
Dylan furrowed his brow and shoved at Beau again. “Seriously, Beau, stop it,” he seethed, trying to swat their hands away.
Beau sneered as they both struggled to gain control over the other.
“Calm down,” they pleaded. “It’s much easier this way. Don’t worry your pretty little head, okay? Master and I will be so good to you.”
“What?” Dylan hissed, mind sent reeling like he’d been punched in the gut.
Then, he felt a pinch in his neck as a rush of warm static flooded through his veins. Suddenly, everything felt slow and unbearably hot.
“Wha’ did you--” Dylan slurred, acutely aware of his diminishing strength and autonomy.
Beau smiled, peppering delicate kisses over Dylan’s face before pulling back, eyes dancing over him. They were an artist appraising their masterpiece.
The world was starting to blur and distort; Dylan was quickly sinking into darkness, watching the world melt away. The bathroom door swung open over Beau’s shoulder and Arthur stepped in, looming in the background.
“Haven’t I done so well, sir?”
“Yes, of course you have, dear,” Arthur smirks, wrapping their arms around Beau’s waist from behind.
“See, Dylan, our master can be very kind. So, don’t be scared or anything. I was just like you when Master found me, but Master made my life so much better by making me submit. And now, Master’s going to teach me how to be just like him. Trust me, after the pain there comes so much… pleasure.”
Thank you so much for reading! I might have to continue this story more cause, let me tell you, I have some... ideas... also i might have to write some drabbles set at this party bc this prompt is literally so good
#the whumpers' soirée#the whumpers soiree#whump#whump writing#whump community#whump scenario#whump story#creepy whumper#intimate whumer#multiple whumpers#whumper couple#manipulative whumper#talkative whumper#noncon touching cw#noncon whump#drugging whump#drugging#noncon kissing whump#my writing#honeybunny og
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[Fight] Flight Freeze Fawn
cw: explicit language, implied human trafficking, abduction, drugging, defiant whumpee, mentions of vomit/vomiting, beating whump, hand-to-hand combat, blood, bodily injuries (not gory), mentions of future female whump at the end.
When he’d first started, Clarke had assumed that the big, frat boy types would be the hardest to get. Their athletic bodies made them prime real estate, so to speak, but that also meant they would be hard to subdue and transport; they couldn’t easily be snatched off the street or thrown into the trunk of a car.
However, these types also tended to party, and they made themselves easy targets by never paying attention to their drinks. They weren’t vigilant like girls were told they needed to be. Their physical strength, and the audacity it gave them, became their downfall. After all, a little dose of K doesn’t discriminate, and Clarke could quickly swoop in and transform into a concerned friend helping his inebriated buddy get back home. The men could be easily guided into the backseat of his car and driven off. Then, out came the zip ties, with their wrists bound before they could process what was happening.
Clarke’s night was going smoothly: he’d managed to guide his newest catch into the backseat of his car with the help of another partygoer, a real Good Samaritan type. Clarke patted down the intoxicated man the best he could, pocketing his wallet, keys, and phone. A quick peek in the wallet told him the man’s name was Amir and he was in his prime at 23. As Clarke drove away, he started trying to calculate just how much his payout on this job would be.
Clarke was halfway to the drop off point, an empty warehouse on the outskirts of the city’s port, when Amir began to come back to himself in the backseat. Thankfully, Clarke had remembered to line the seats and floor in plastic covers, as the last one he’d had back there threw up all over the upholstery, and themselves, almost suffocating in their own sick. Clarke had to detail the seats three times for the smell to finally disappear, and that idiot had to be stripped and hosed down in the warehouse before they could see the buyers.
“Who are… what’s going—” Amir slurred.
“It’s all good dude,” Clarke assured, cursing himself for not realizing he should’ve upped the jock’s dose, because of course this meathead had to have a fast metabolism.
Clarke slowly drove through the warehouse loading doors, his headlights illuminating a group of men gathered around a crooked card table, a game of poker laid before them.
Amir was quiet again in the backseat when Clarke slipped out of the car. When he opened the backdoor, he was met with a battering ram of muscle. Amir had lunged out of his seat, knocking them both over, with Clarke now pinned to the dirty warehouse floor.
Before Clarke could regain his bearings, Amir bashed his bound hands down on Clarke’s head. Even though the man was sluggish from the drugs, his blows were still plenty powerful.
Reaching for Amir’s bound wrists, Clarke managed to catch them before he landed another blow. Clarke gritted his teeth, feeling his veins bulge in his neck, as he wedged a knee under Amir’s hip and tossed him to the side.
Amir landed with a heavy thud and Clarke quickly scrambled on top of Amir, one knee pressing down onto the man’s stomach.
“Stay down you piece of shit,” Clarke spat, the taste of sweat and dirt mingling on his lips.
“Hnngh—fuck you,” Amir groaned, wrestling his wrists from Clarke’s grasp.
Clarke could feel Amir’s muscles roil and writhe under his knee. He could feel each stuttering inhale of the lungs, with each exhalation compressing them more and more.
Smack.
Clarke fell on his side, pain radiating through his jaw from Amir’s harsh blow. The taste of blood overwhelmed him and he let out a raggedy breath, watching as Amir did the same.
Clarke swiped a dirty hand over his forehead, brushing away the sweaty locks that tickled his brow.
He hadn’t noticed Amir quickly jump to his feet until a sharp kick knocked the wind from Clarke’s body.
Two more blows came in quick succession until Amir seemed sure that Clarke would stay down. Amir turned to the men standing by the card table, all of whom hadn’t bothered to move an inch as they fought. His eyes flared in challenge, expecting them to advance.
However, the men remained at their game, so Amir cautiously turned to the open loading door, not noticing how close Clarke’s outstretched hands were to his foot.
Amir fell hard, bound hands failing to catch himself when he collided with the concrete.
Ignoring the growing throbbing of his abdomen, Clarke climbed onto Amir’s upper back, firmly planting his knees on each side.
“Get—get off me!” Amir grunted.
“No fucking chance,” Clarke hissed, fingers tangling into Amir’s hair.
He yanked Amir’s head back before bashing his face into the concrete: once, twice, three times, until Clarke heard the distinctive crunch of a nose breaking, and his squirming finally ceased beneath him.
Clarke stood, spitting out dirt and blood onto Amir’s back. He limped over to his car, grabbing a new pair of zip ties to bind Amir’s ankles.
The men were still playing their game of poker, so Clarke dragged the unconscious Amir over to them. Grabbing a bottle from the table, he took a swig of what he assumed was the worst scotch ever made, and spat it back out on the ground.
“You broke his nose,” a man, someone Clarke had never seen before, said.
“Maybe that wouldn’t’ve happened if one of you assholes stepped up to help,” Clarke grumbled.
“Eh, c’mon, we knew you could handle the bastard,” Don, Clarke’s usual contact, said. “If he wasn’t cuffed, maybe I’d’ve lended you a hand.”
“Yeah, fuck you too, Don,” Clarke replied. “Just give me my cut, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Don sighed, pulling a wad of cash from his pocket. “I know it’s past your bedtime, kid. Unfortunately, we will have to dock you for the nose—these pretty types ain’t worth much if they ain’t pretty—but I got another request for you that we need by next weekend. Just your usual: a young girl, healthy, thin, pretty—of course—”
Clarke’s eyes squinted. “How young we talking here, Don?”
“Please, we’re not monsters! Just another co-ed, like our friend here,” Don assured.
Clarke let out a heavy sigh, his battered abdomen aching. “Fine, I’ll get one by next weekend.”
Clarke took one last look at Amir, slumped over in the rusted folding chair, before he returned to his car and drove off into the night.
It’s just a job, Clarke told himself. What happens to them when I’m done, that’s none of my problem. My hands are clean.
He glanced down at the steering wheel: his knuckles white, dirt brown, and blood red.
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google docs keeps trying to autocorrect Whumpee to Humpy, like... not for this story... not yet google. ;)))))
#yes i'm actually writing for once#i've been working on my story for#the whumpers' soirée#the whumpers soiree#it's v creepy whumper and intimate whumper#among other things...#but it should be done by tomorrow!!#fingers crossed!#whump#whump community#whump writing#my writing#honeybunny og
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