Ant and Dec One Shots

How The Name Became

It was a quiet afternoon at Ant's flat, the kind of day that invited relaxation and closeness. Ant and Stephen were sprawled on the couch, with Ant gently stroking Stephen's hair as they watched a movie. The world outside seemed far away, nothing but the sound of rain tapping against the windows and the warmth of the room wrapping them in comfort.

Ant glanced over at Stephen, his eyes soft with affection. He loved having these moments, these quiet, intimate times where they could simply be together without any pressures. But today, there was something in the air that made him want to ask for something more, something that had been tugging at him for a while now.

"Hey, Stevie," Ant murmured, his voice soft but steady, "I've been thinking about something, and I want to ask you to try something for me."

Stephen blinked up at him, a curious look crossing his face. "What's up, Ant?"

Ant's tone shifted slightly, taking on a firmer edge, though still filled with warmth. "Would you... call me 'Daddy'?" he asked, his voice low but commanding. "I want you to say it, and I want to hear it more, until it feels like you've always called me that. It's important, Stevie. I need to hear you say it. Can you do that for me?"

Stephen's brows furrowed as he processed the request, his cheeks colouring with a faint blush. "Call you... 'Daddy'?" His voice was hesitant, unsure how to react.

Ant's eyes softened, but his voice remained assertive, the tenderness laced with a subtle firmness. "Yes. And I want to hear it. Over and over. Don't just say it once and forget it. I want to feel that you're mine, that you belong to me. I want you to call me Daddy like you mean it." His gaze was intense, but filled with love. "Now, say it again, and say it right, or I'll have you over my knee."

Stephen hesitated, his heart racing at the intensity in Ant's voice, but the love and certainty in his eyes made the request feel real, even necessary.

"Okay... Daddy," Stephen said, the words soft at first, but there was sincerity in them.

Ant's smile spread across his face immediately, and his hand gently cupped Stephen's face. "Good boy," he praised, his tone filled with pride. "That's it, baby. Keep saying it. I want to hear you say it like you mean it. You're mine, and I'm yours, little one. Say it again, loud and clear."

"Daddy..." Stephen repeated, his voice gaining strength as he said it again. "Daddy, Daddy..."

Each time Stephen spoke the word, Ant's smile grew brighter, his heart swelling with affection. "That's it, baby boy. Keep going. I want to hear it every day, all the time." Ant leaned down and kissed Stephen's forehead. "You're doing so well, little one. I'm proud of you."

Stephen's voice became steadier, more confident with every repetition, the word feeling more familiar and more right with each passing moment. "Daddy," he whispered again, the word now flowing from his lips with ease. "Daddy, I love you, Daddy."

Ant's heart soared as the words hit his ears, and he kissed Stephen's temple, his lips lingering as he murmured softly, "I love you too, sweetheart. You're my good little boy. I'm so proud of you. You're perfect. Keep saying it for me. You're my precious baby boy."

Stephen's cheeks flushed, but a contented smile spread across his face as he leaned into the embrace, his eyes full of affection. "Daddy... I'm so glad I have you," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity.

Ant's arms tightened around Stephen, pulling him closer, his heart full of warmth. "And I'm glad I have you, little one. You make my world complete. Always."

For hours, they stayed like that, cuddled up together, with Stephen calling Ant 'Daddy' over and over again. Every time Stephen said it, Ant's heart swelled. "You're doing so well, baby boy," he murmured, his voice full of pride and adoration. "My good little one. You make Daddy proud. Keep going, sweetheart."