For when the whump ideas in my head need to LEAVE

The mattress dips when Whumper stands up, and still Whumpee doesn't look away.

"I even know you could enjoy this, Whumpee."

He goes around the bed and Whumpee doesn't bother to turn their head and watch, resignedly laying there.

"Found a little something when I went back to clean your place. Do you recognise this?"

Whumpee's eyes flicker towards him. He's holding something, far enough that they have to squint slightly to see. He steps a little closer and Whumpee's confusion only ends when they recognise the writing on the first page. Their eyes go wide and they push themselves up, staring at the stack.

Whumper chuckles, walking slowly toward them.

"You do! That's fun. I only skimmed through it, but I thought it'd be exciting to read it together, hmm? Find out what makes us compatible."

Whumpee shakes their head, tearing up slightly. They try to beg around the gag but Whumper only smiles.

"I'm sure I can help turn some of those maybes into yes."

His finger goes down the page as he searches something. He looks up, still smiling, "Like collars. I'm sure I can help with whatever... apprehensions you had."

He's distracted by something, chuckling lowly as he reads. "I'll even make sure to practice my knots. I can't keep you chained now that I know you like ropes so much."

Whumper shakes their head again, eyes pleading. It's a lost cause, they know, but refusing makes them feel better.

"Aww, don't be shy. I can be accomodating, Whumpee. It's the first time I have someone with the same tastes as me, so I'll make an effort."

He shakes his head softly, amused as he turns the page. Whumpee remembers filling it out, and again, discussing it over and over with their partner. They remember the list's order, and they shake their head again, preemptively. Whumper doesn't look up.

"Oh wow. That's fun- Kneeling is a yes? I'll have to check on your posture, then." He sends them another smile, almost teasing this time, and Whumpee feels sick, swallowing convulsively.

"Hmmm... Begging, I've seen already. Following orders.... that I haven't seen yet, but I think we're getting there. Bit of a brat, aren't you?"

Whumpee feels anger just long enough to look up at Whumper. It curdles into more shame and they try to curl on themselves - a reminder that it's a bad idea to pull on their back.

"Oooo, pet names?" He looks up at them, eyes glinting with perverse excitement. "You enjoy those, sweetheart?" He reads the note that Whumpee know is written in the corner and his voice is dripping with mirth as he adds, "Or is puppy better?"

Whumpee can stop neither the flinch nor the wince that ensues.

"Aww. That's so cute, honey. I'll try to remember for you."

He turns the page and quickly skims through the next, skipping it. He sends a wink towards Whumpee, "Don't need a list to know how to take care of you, darling."

Whumpee shudders.

He's much slower on the next page, reading almost line by line.

"Slapping is a yes? Huh."

Whumper moves the list to his other hand, looking up. He moves his wrist quickly, up and then in a swift arc towards Whumpee. It's harsh, striking the nose more than the cheek. Whumpee's head is forced to the side so fast they hear a crack in their neck - a twinge of pain that doesn't even register as they drop back on the bed.

"Like this? Did you enjoy that, kitten? "

Whumpee's whimper doesn't seem to register as Whumper goes back to the list. He doesn't comment for a while and all Whumpee can hear is the crinkling of paper and the sounds they make as they swallow around the gag.

A bark of laughter breaks the silence, so mean and mocking it would have made Whumpee flinch even in another context.

"You have gag preferences?"

Whumpee closes their eyes, which does absolutely nothing to stop them from listening to Whumper's mocking.

"I'm sorry, darling, I just really needed you to be quiet. I'll use one you like next time."

He continues reading, snickering when he reaches the next section. Whumpee turns to the side, looking away. Shame doesn't register anymore, so there's only something vaguely shaped like betrayal. Something so personal being turned against them again and again.

"We won't be doing any roleplay for now but the notes you wrote are so detailed..." They keep their eyes on the wall, away from Whumper.

"Maybe in the future, when we know more about each other. We'll need a lot of trust."

The last page he barely skims. "No room in the budget to get more toys, darling. You're already quite expensive."

His voice makes it sound like a joke. Whumpee hears him take a few steps to set down the list and then he's back on the bed, sitting near their back. There's nothing they could do to stop themselves from tensing, and even less to stop the flinch when he grabs their shoulder.

He turns them towards him. It takes merely an instant but it forces Whumpee's back into the mattress and they scream into the gag, tearing up.

Whumpee finishes the roll to get onto their stomach before awkwardly pushing themselves up. Whumper is watching when they look up, a soft smile on his face.

He reaches for the gag, ignoring Whumpee's sudden tensing and leaning away. Their jaw aches and they stay quiet, trying to catch their breath.

Whumper leans forward slightly, reaching for Whumpee's chin. He's the gentlest he's ever been as he tilts their head up, expression almost soft.

Then his mouth is on Whumpee, hot and wet and invasive. It's not a sweet kiss; teeth digging into skin, tongue violently exploring their mouth, Whumper's hand tight on their chin.

Whumper moans loudly, pulling away just enough that they can both catch their mouth. He wipes his mouth and chuckles, watching Whumpee pant and choke on the lungfuls of air they're trying to take.