I've had this thought running through my head for the last 24 hours and I was like, post on discord or here...??? Cause it's just a thought. However you asked me to post my Daddy Vesemir thoughts here first the last time, so... 🤣
CW/tags: Modern AU, Daddy Dom Vesemir/Sub Jaskier, explicit consent implied, technology control in a dom/sub scenario, adult headspace but not smut, brat behaviour.
Headcanons under cut.
Jaskier loves being denied, but not in the sexual sense.
He likes someone having control over things like his computer/mobile phone access. The less control he has, the more submissive he feels, and it sends him into a subby little begging mess faster than any touch ever could.
"Daddy, please!?" He pouts, staring up at Vesemir from his computer chair. His eyebrows knitted and his breaths short as Vesemir says no once more.
Jaskier's computer desktop is bare. There's 3 things he can click, all games that Vesemir has checked are safe for his sub to play with. If he wants to see anything else, he has to ask.
"Tell me why you need it. Without the attitude this time please." Vesemir's tone is stern. His eye contact is steady as Jaskier wiggles on his chair. There's no pet names, Jaskier's behaviour isn't deserving of it when he's acting like this.
"I just want to... search something, it doesn't matter..." Jaskier breaks eye contact knowing his response wont be good enough.
"No."
Vesemir begins to walk away as he hears "BUT DADDY!" Shouted after him and Jaskier's feet stomping on the floor. This immediately stops when Vesemir turns, glaring at the behaviour.
"Tell me Jaskier, that I didn't hear that."
Jaskier shakes his head, apologises, then goes back to the game he was playing.
A few moments later, Jaskier walks into the living room, his head hanging, and drops himself onto Vesemir's lap.
"You done with your attitude, pretty thing?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Vesemir rubs his back and kisses his head.
"The internet is just for daddy, not you. Pretty little subs don't need distractions like that. Whatever you need, you ask me for, understand?"
And there it is. The headspace he's looking for. Control totally gone, just daddy.
He squirms in Vesemir's lap, pushing himself into daddy's chest, nodding exageratedly. Calm and blissed out. Head empty.
Please feel free to ask me more about tjese thoughts... I have... many 🤣🤣🤣
