A Feverish Character B Leaning Into Character A’s Cool Touch

Just when they’re finally about to rest, sleep-deprived Character B gets called to duty.

There’s nothing I love more than a bound and gagged whumpee.

Thrashing and struggling against their restraints, muffled screams and whimpers…

Jaskier jumping out of his skin - The Witcher s01e06

May I also add: Imagining your favourite characters comforting you or saving you so you feel cared about

fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone

after writing one successful sentence on my wip:

Okay but manhandling??

Getting forced roughly to their knees ((perhaps with a gun pointed at their face))

Getting roughed up as a threat ((and their friends/caretaker finding out))

Slammed against a wall

Arms twisted painfully behind their back

A hand harshly covering their mouth

An arm wrapped around their neck, back flush against their captor

Grabbed by the hair

Grabbed around the midsection and lifted as they struggle

Grabbed by their shirt collar and pinned against a wall

Yeah,,, manhandling very good

me: wow this character is really hot

me: i wonder what they would look like beaten up and bruised and shackled and with a head injury and confused and scared and helpless

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Whumpee played with their fingers anxiously, trying to get the strength to go to Caretaker.

They kept thinking about it. Almost a week ago, the nightmares had them up and screaming. Caretaker had come in, pulling Whumpee to their chest and carding their fingers through their hair, singing them to sleep.

That was some of the best sleep they’d had in a while. The reoccurring nightmares made them crave every single feeling of that night again.

They just wanted to have a peaceful night of sleep.

“Alright Whumpee, I’m heading to bed, you need anything?”

Whumpee was knocked out of their stupor, trying to catch up with what Caretaker said. “W- I’m sorry, what?”

Caretaker gave them a friendly smile. “I asked if you needed anything?” They then came closer, resting their hands on top of Whumpee’s fidgeting fingers. “Is everything alright?”

They opened their mouth, trying to form the words. The worst thing they could say was no, right? It really isn’t, a little voice in their head told them.

“Uh, can...” Whumpee couldn’t bring themself to ask. “Never mind, never mind, sorry to bother you Caretaker. Goodnight.”

Caretaker gently grabbed their arm as they turned. “Hey, what is it? You can ask me anything.”

“Uh, well-“ they took a deep breath. “CanIlaywithyoutonight?”

“Um... a little slower?”

Whumpee swallowed harshly. Then, in a voice no higher then a mumble, they spoke: “my, er, my nightmares are getting really bad. Can- can I lay with you?” Frantically, they added. “It doesn’t even have to be all night, it can be for like, twenty minutes, or you can just say no, it’s-“

They were cut off by Caretaker gently cupping their face. “Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

Whumpee tried to blink back their tears. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You could never.” They then grabbed Whumpee’s hand. “You must be tired, come along.” They pulled them into the room, closing the door and turning off the light.

They crawled into the bed, Caretaker holding them in a spooning position, one hand in their hair and the other wrapped around their torso.

Their fingers fan gently through the locks of hair, making Whumpee melt in their fingertips.

“Goodnight Whumpee. I love you.”

The exhaustion of the last few nights quickly caught up to them, making Whumpee’s eyelids heavy. “I love you too.” They were out moments after.

Car whump

Like when your Whumper needs to get his Whumpee to a… secondary location.

Whumpee sitting in the front seat 

Perhaps cuffed to the door.

Whumper humming/singing along to the radio as they drive

Leather gloves on the gear stick

Leather gloves on the steering wheel, a finger lightly tapping it

Whumper doing that arm over the back of the seat thing when he puts the car in reverse

Whumper trying to make small talk, either failing spectacularly or they just can’t shut the hell up

Whumpee in the back

Whumper casting glances in the mirror

Adjusting the mirror so he can make direct eyecontact

Whumpee lying across the seats, their hands behind their back

Two 👏 Whumpers 👏 gloating, casting taunting glances and smirks back

Whumpee being forced to drive

There’s the classic of course, Whumpee getting into their car, adjusting the mirror and suddenly seeing Whumper in the backseat

“Drive.”

Or maybe Whumpee is greeted with a knife to the throat

Back 👏 seat 👏 driving 👏 (bonus points if Whumpee’s grinding their teeth and is seriously considering driving into a tree)

How about Whumper in the front seat?

Maybe some unwanted contact, a (gloved?) hand on their knee, or on Whumpee’s hand as they shift gears 

Whumpee in the trunk

I mean, that’s it really. Put your Whumpee in the trunk. Cuff ‘em, gag ‘em, put ‘em in the trunk.

For the truly mad Whumpers:

Driving in the opposite lane with a truck approaching and refusing to changes lanes until Whumpee obeys