#command asks

CW: cursing, shock collar, conditioning

Every now and then, Vincent removed Jonah’s shock collar to clean it and replace the batteries - in the meantime, Jonah was allowed to take a bath and relax, the warm water and the bubble bath soothing his bruised skin. Today had been one of those days and he had enjoyed it tremendously, especially since Vincent had still seemed somewhat miffed about his reaction when he had offered him breakfast in bed the day before.

When he entered the bedroom, Vincent already waited for him; with a sigh he walked over to the vanity mirror and sat down on the stool in front of it, lifting his damp hair a little.

‘Let’s get over with it,’ he grumbled.

‘Still so demanding,’ Vincent chided, shaking his head.

‘What’s your goddamn problem? I don’t even fight you anymore when you put that…thing on me as if I were a fucking dog!’

Suddenly he fell silent and his hands shot up to his neck.

‘Hey, what is this, that's not the one you usually put on me, what’s- AHHHHH! Vincent, what-’

He started to scream and received yet another shock.

‘Vin-’

The intensity of the the shock made his throat feel as if it was on fire; he couldn’t even scream anymore and bent over, panting heavily.

‘I think you already found out what this new collar does, right?’

Jonah slowly lifted his head and looked up at him, his face contorted with pain while Vincent kept smiling.

‘Every single time your voice gets louder than a whisper, that collar automatically emits a shock - I don’t even need my phone for that any longer!’

‘You- HGNHHHHH!’

Vincent sighed.

‘That’s exactly what I explained to you a minute ago. You can’t actually be this stupid.’

‘Why do I have to wear this? Am I not even allowed to speak anymore?’ Jonah croaked in a low voice.

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

@msaluna

“Pucker up, buttercup~” And there he go, hugging Luna tight and smooching her lips, her cheeks, her nose...

Well, TW for broken bones.

Jim’s eyes widen. “No, n-no I can’t, I can’t - don’t - I can’t hurt him, please don’t, please-”

“Jim.”

His head snaps around to his husband. Sitting calmly on the floor, cross-legged, with his hands held out before him, Ty meets his gaze.

“It’s alright,” he says softly, soothing. “It’s okay, Jim. You have to.”

“I-I can’t-”

Disclaimer: This isn’t canon

Brandon looked at all the people passing by with a pleading look in his eyes. He just wanted to find a new master, to be wanted again!

“F-Free pet av-available, looking for n-new owner.”

Everyone ignored him. There were even a few glares shot his way, which made him wince and cower.

CW: fear of noncon/implied noncon, forced partial nudity, noncon touching

‘Time for bed,’ Vincent declares, shooing Jonah up the stairs.

The older one is already dressed for the night and keeps a wary eye on his captive as he changes into his pyjamas.

‘Can you not…?’ he mumbles weakly and turns around; undressing in front of the other man will never be anything but uncomfortable for him, even after all this time.

‘Nope,’ Vincent grins, ‘You’re a sight to behold and I will cherish every little second.’

With a sigh, he closes the buttons of the pyjama top, walks over to the bed – and stiffens as he notices the rope in Vincent’s hands.

‘What are you-’

‘Lie down.’

He shakes his head and takes a step back.

‘What are you going to do with the rope?’

‘You’ll find out soon enough. Lie down.’

He wants to object, but he doesn’t dare to, so he lies down, already dreading whatever is about to happen now. With practised hands, Vincent starts winding the rope around his wrists and ankles and eventually fastens it to the bedposts. Jonah starts trembling.

‘Wh-...what are you doing there, please… why are you…’

‘Shhhhh,’ Vincent smiles and bends over him, slowly opening the buttons of his pyjama top.

‘No, no please…!’ he whimpers, squirming and writhing in his restraints, trying but failing to escape the unwanted touch.

It’s happening. It’s finally happening. A cold hand starts touching his chest and leaves him panting heavily.

‘Please Vincent, don’t…please don’t! You promised-’

‘Oh, did I…?’

He runs a finger along the pale skin, enjoying the way Jonah trembles and pleads until he finally sits up again, a big grin forming on his face.

CW: migraine attack, cursing (like, a lot), death threats (not to be taken seriously)

Jonah couldn’t help but notice that Vincent’s hands kept moving up to touch his forehead the whole morning, the movement either accompanied by a silent moan or followed by him taking off his glasses, cleaning them obsessively and putting them back on. By now, he knew exactly what this meant - and this time, he would put his knowledge to good use. He waited until Vincent, holding a bottle of water and a mug filled to the brim with coffee in his hands, vanished into his study and rushed upstairs into the bedroom.

‘There you go..,’ he murmured with a big smile on his face, snatched the bottle containing his meds from his drawer and poured the contents into his hand.

‘Now you are going to suffer for once…’

Just seconds later the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing could be heard.

CW: mention of choking (only on a slice of toast though)

Jonah woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, toast and…something he didn’t want to smell, let alone taste ever again. Blinking slightly, he turned around to see a tray filled with everything he liked to eat for breakfast - well, apart from that one thing. Scrunching up his nose, he stared at the small jar filled with strawberry jam.

‘What’s this?’ he asked hoarsely and sat up in bed.

‘Breakfast!’

Vincent beamed with joy as he sat down on the edge of the bed and held out the tray.

‘Breakfast in bed, actually, thought I’d surprise you!’

‘Yeah, that’s… really surprising…’

‘Open up.’

‘What…?’ he asked drowsily.

‘Your mouth, silly!’

‘I- hmmpfff!’

He almost choked on the piece of toast in his mouth, coughed and gasped for air.

‘Are you insane?’

‘Shut up and eat, I’m only trying to be nice.’

Jonah narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

‘You never are.’

‘If you keep being so ungrateful I’ll shove it down your throat.’

‘You already did that! And strawberry jam of all things! Is it the anniversary of my imprisonment already?’

CW: backhand slap

‘Vincent..,’ Jonah approaches the other man in a low voice as soon as he finished his breakfast.

‘Hm?’

‘Can I… um… I mean… can we…’

‘What is it? Come on, spit it out!’

‘I wanted to ask you if you would… erm…’

‘Jonah!’

‘I want to go outside.’

Putting the newspaper he has been reading aside, Vincent stares at him as if he had just asked him to get him an inflatable unicorn.

‘Yeah, I can imagine,’ he sneers once he’s regained his composure.

It takes him a while to realise that the younger one is still standing next to him, looking at him with pleading eyes.

‘Are you serious?’

‘Just for a little while… and… only into the garden if you don’t want to let me go on a walk…’

‘I’m asking you once again, my sweetest Jonah… are you serious?’

‘Yes..,’ he mumbles, ‘I just… want some fresh air and-’

The backhand slap makes him tumble and almost fall to the ground.