Squirt ~ Stucky

Poly!Marauders x reader insert, best cuddler/hugger/kisser headcanon:

James:

The first you’d go to when you want a hug, hands down!

He gives the best enveloping bear hugs. Resting your head against his chest, you love being able to hear his heartbeat.

Social anxiety who? He makes you feel so loved and centered that the whole world melts away.

(He’s tied with Sirius for best kisser because this man makes you feel like the prettiest person in the room.

He’d cup your chin and stare so tenderly into your eyes before tilting his head to press the softest kiss on your lips 😔💕)

He loves PDA so you’re getting hugged everywhere! The common room, during free periods, a side hug in The Great Hall and after Quidditch matches!!

Remus:

Best cuddler!

I envision him reading in the Gryffindor common room with his legs stretched out on a couch, you wiggle up against him. He’d absentmindedly caress your hair without taking his eyes off the book. You end up napping serenely while he’s learning about ancient magical creatures.

He usually experiences so much inner turmoil and self hatred due to his condition, but when you’re beside him, lightly snoring within minutes of sitting down, he treasures getting to be a calming presence for you.

Tracing your fingers against scars from his past transformations. Letting him know that you love him; all of him with zero exceptions.

Sirius:

Best kisser 👀

The guy is absurdly handsome and witty! Of course that means he has a fair amount of experience with kissing...

He throws around a lot of sarcastic jokes and teases you nonstop, but he knows how to put his mouth to good use.

I imagine he riles you up on purpose? Probably because he likes watching you fight for dominance before inevitably melting against him.

A lot of pinning your wrists or hips against a wall.

You pull his hair in frustration, he pulls yours harder. You nip his lip, he bites you. Call it equivalent exchange I guess.

His favorite gimmick is being mean because he’s far too good at it and enjoys your reactions.

Hey! Do you think you could do one where Derek Hale and the reader are watching a scary movie but the reader is scared/hates them? Thank you!

Warning: Derek Hale x reader; No warning, just fluff.

You and Derek were practically one in the same. You were both total badasses in front of people, but when it was just the two of you, you were almost completely different people. The world got to experience your hard act, but Derek saw you for all you were. Even behind the resting bitch face, you were incredible.

The one thing that both surprised and amazed him was your hatred for scary movies. It was just something about the way they would drag the horror out that got you. Your supernatural life consisted of horror and that never seemed to phase you.

Even when sometimes he wanted to be your protector, he was always amazed by how you could handle your own. You were so independent. It amazed Derek how you could take on the big bad world without any help from him, but you could not handle a little horror movie. He enjoyed it though. It was the one time you let him protect you.

He always took advantage of the moment considering it would be the only time you would let him. He would always smile, wrap you up in his strong arms, and hold you while you hide your face in his chest during the scenes you could not handle. When it was his turn to pick a movie for movie night, occasional he picked a scary movie, just to protect you.

You hated when he chose a horror movie, but eventually, you had caught onto what he was doing and simply let him have his moment. It made him happy and it kept you close to him.

"It's okay, baby. It's just a movie." He always reassured you while stroking your hair down and kissing your forehead.

"I don't know how people can watch these." You whimpered, the sound of the woman screaming in the movie filling the room.

Derek glanced at the TV, flinching slightly when the killer finally caught up to her. She was a goner. "I can cut it off if you want?" He offered.

You always considered taking him up on the offer, but you never rained on his parade.

"It's fine. I'll just stay like this." You smiled innocently as you wrapped your arms around his torso, snuggling close to him on the couch. He was such a teddy bear when it came to you.

He grinned to himself, kissing your head as he adjusted the blanket over the both of you and gave your body a gentle squeeze. "I won't let anyone get you." You rolled your eyes playfully at his tease. "I promise."

Tipsy

(Gally x Reader)

Fluff, fluff, come and get your fluff! I’ve always had a soft spot for unplanned confessions, so here’s my take on it. Enjoy!

Bonfire night. You always loved those. Those rare yet precious moments where all the gladers, including yourself, had a chance to unwind, have fun, and forget about the horrors that lurked beyond the maze walls. For just a few hours, you could let your worries trickle away and divert your focus to the few things that brought you genuine happiness. The crackling of the fire, the soft rhythmic beat of the makeshift drums, your friends and their laughter as they cracked stupid jokes and stumbled around after having a few too many sips of Gally’s secret recipe.

You chuckled under your breath as your gaze trailed down to the jar in your hands. The taste wasn’t something your particularly enjoyed, but the drink served its purpose well enough. It helped you relax, elevated your mood, gave you a light yet plentiful buzz that made you feel all warm inside. A part of you was positively curious what was in it, but even after being close friends with Gally for months, the tough Keeper of the Builders still kept it under lock and key, and not even you could pick it open. Maybe one day he would tell you…

“Come on, Y/N, it’s a serious question!”

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Can you write a kaz x reader where reader has the habit of stealing the crows clothes and one day starts shamelessly stealing kaz's clothes? Like she starts out small and then works her way up to his hat and coat?

Sure thing, here it is. I think it didn't work out as I planned, but here we go. I hope you like it? I'm quite sure I really suck at this request thing tbh, but maybe I'll get better at some point hopefully:(

It started with stealing Jesper’s shirts and it was understandable – Jesper was your best friend, so you let yourself take his clothes. But then Wylan came along, so you took a respectful step back as you wanted him to be the one wearing Jesper’s clothes. Spoiler: Wylan didn’t really get it at first, so you had to explain it to him very carefully and when he blushed furiously, you only laughed and helped him steal Jesper’s clothes.

Time for Nina’s clothes came around then. You started stealing her dresses and skirts because they were very comfortable. Sometime later you discovered that Inej’s clothes were very comfy, too.

And when Wylan started wearing Jesper’s clothes daily, you started sneaking into his room to steal his big sweaters, too.

Jesper sniggered at you: “You made him steal my clothes, so you could steal his? Clever, buttercup, clever.”

You only shrugged your shoulders, it wasn’t like your stealing was a real thing. It was just something that calmed you and brought a comfort with itself. Crows knew you were an orphan, so their presence was something that affected you deeply. You had your own family finally. You weren’t alone and scared and beaten up in some filthy corner of evil Ketterdam. but sometimes you had to remind yourself of it.

So Crows weren’t really mad about it. Sometimes they just teased you and bet which one’s clothes you would be wearing the following day.

But you weren’t brave enough to steal Kaz’s clothes at first. He was your friend and family, too, but he was also your leader and boss, so you decided to keep your distance.

Kaz’s presence brought a little bit of comfort, too. He was the one who took you in and offered a job. You were an excellent thief, you could pick any lock that you came across.

But something changed after one particular heist when you almost got yourself killed. You tripped while running and one of the guard, who was patrolling the building you and the Crows broke into, swung his sword at you and you were completely sure this was your sad end.

But Kaz appeared and knocked guard out with his cane. He nudged you then with it and urged you to stand up and run.

So you were a little shaken up and you couldn’t sleep, so you went down to the Slat’s kitchen to drink some milk and calm yourself down.

You were siting by the table, shivering. It was cold. Damn Ketterdam.

You didn’t want to go back to your room yet.

But the closest thing you could wear was a black jacket of Kaz Brekker. It was hanging lonely on the one of the chairs.

You heisted at first but after a while full of shivering you decided to slip your arms into sleeves of the black jacket.

It was nice, thick, smooth and it smelled just like Kaz. Scent of burnt wood, cedar and… almonds? hit your nostrils. You were home again. You calmed a little bit.

“Are you comfortable?” You almost jumped out of your skin. You turned around. Kaz was standing in the doorway.

“Saints! Kaz! Why are you sneaking on me like this?!” When he didn’t respond, you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Right,” you mumbled. “Sorry about the jacket. I just… I was cold and it was here, so I just grabbed it. And it’s very comfy!” you added, trying to grin.

Kaz grunted: “Whatever. You may have it as I don’t like it anyway. And the next time, try not to trip over your feet, your skills are too valuable to be wasted.” And like that Kaz Brekker was gone.

This was harsh and cold, but you knew it was the way Kaz Brekker actually said that he cared about you. So you let yourself smile a little.

It was easier for you to grab something of Kaz after that night. You wore it a little and then returned it to him.

You thought you were sneaky and that he didn’t notice.

But he actually could smell fresh scent of your perfume on his belongings. He didn’t say anything though. He was kind of amused by your “sneaky” behaviour, you were a thief for saint’s sake and you made this stupid mistake?

One day you had to run some errands real quick, but it was cloudy and cold, so you wanted to dress properly, but your coat was in hamper ready to get cleaned. You cursed and then… then you noticed Kaz’s long, woollen coat hanging next to the door. You grined to yourself, took it and went out.

And you went in full shameless mode of stealing Kaz’s clother after that day.

Some piece of his clothes was always in your wardrobe.

“At first you had a little bit of decency not to do it so openly at least,” Kaz grumbled at you. “Stop fooling around. Don’t you have your own clothes?”

“But it gives my comfort. I promise I won’t ruin it!” you always said then.

So Kaz only sighted and rolled his eyes. It was true though, you were always very careful with Crow’s clothes.

And to be honest, Kaz liked seeing you in his clothes deep down. It made him realise that you belonged there, in Slat with Crows and with him.

And one day it was raining heavily and Kaz couldn’t find his coat. He immediately knew it was you doing.

And he wasn’t wrong, because when the Slat’s door opened suddenly, there you were.

Wrapped tightly in his coat, with his hat on your head, rain dripping over your frame. And when he saw your hair tucked under the collar of his woollen coat and your cheeks that cold wind coloured with pink, he felt himself actually blushing.

So he only grunted: “You’re being ridiculous right now. Give it back, I have to go out.”

You grinned innocently and handed him his garments.

“Sorry, Kaz, I just had to do something really quickly outside.” He knew you weren’t sorry. You just came to like teasing him.

“Ridiculous,” he grunted again and went out, not looking back at you and hating himself of how much he actually liked your lingering scent on his clothes.

“Ridiculous,” he repeated.

Can you ease do a hc where sebastian calls you a good girl for the first time (kind of in like an innocent or joking way) and finds out you have a praise kink?? 🙈 thank you!

Oh dear...

But imagine you and him are playfully arguing over something

And it's been going on for a while so you decide to just let him win

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine. Okay, I lose. You win."

He laughs and leans in to give you an innocent kiss on your cheek. "Good girl."

And immediately, a pleasant tingle danced down your spine, making you clench your thighs together

You get over it in a few seconds, but Seb knows your body too well. And he caught the way you shivered at the praise

Just so he wouldn't embarrass you, he didn't say anything right away. He waited a day or two, then brought it up in bed

Naked under the covers, his damp body pressed against yours as he pounded into you from behind

His hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed just a little, "Come on, be my good girl and cum for me."

He didn't miss the way you moaned and clenched around him hard the moment he called you his good girl

He chuckled in your ear, making a mental note of that.

I bet once he finds out you have a praise kink, he would be totally shameless

Especially in public, imagine you and him in an elevator and Seb decides to mess with you. He doesn't think twice before slipping his hand under your dress

You gasp and whimper as quietly as you can while he pushes your underwear aside and pushes his two fingers inside of you

He smirks when he feels how wet he made you. "Is my baby's pretty little cunt wet for me already?"

And he'd watched you squirm and try your hardest to hold back from moaning

You would melt anytime he called you his 'good girl.'

Especially when he growled it in your ear while spreading your legs apart and fucking you harder and deeper.

Or when he mumbled it, in a daze, against your lips while you rode his cock, "Such a good girl... riding my cock like you were made for it."

Can you imagine him calling you his good girl and asking you to kneel in front of him and show him just how good you've been all day? eye-

"Come here baby, show me how good you've been today"

"Have you been a good girl? Or do you need to be punished?"

"You look so beautiful on your knees, baby."

"Fuck..." he'd moan, "You feel so good."

Or imagine him tell you how good you taste while he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

"Such a sweet girl."

"Now be good, and be quiet for me"

Imagine him pressing his palm against your mouth, shutting you up while he speeds up into you and leans in to tell you just how good you feel

"Fuck... Babygirl, you feel incredible."

Maze runner boys ~ What they like about your looks ~

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Minho:

- Minho always loves you legs.

- Minho's likes to squeeze you thighs, so much he kinda does it on a daily basis.

- You drive Minho crazy when you wrap your legs around him in hugs.

- Minho also thinks that your thighs make nice pillows.

- Minho would occasionally whine about how cold his hands are and of course he'd slide them in between your thighs. He loves how warm they are.

- Don't be surprised if Minho constantly banters you to sit on his lap, he likes feeling you spread when you sit on him. He also gets better access to your thighs and a view.

Newt:

- Newt loves everything about you so what he likes can vary depending on his mood.

- But the first thing that stood out to him was your smile

- You smile was genuine.

- Newt never really see's genuine smiles any more, not in a place like the maze.

- Your positive and bubbly makes everything so much better.

- Newts less stressed and realises that there are plenty of good things to live for and better things to find out there.

- When your not smiling Newt knows somethings wrong and he will give you as many hugs and kisses you need to make you feel better.

- Newt wants to be the person to make you smile...this does cause tension when Thomas arrived in the glade.

Thomas:

- Thomas liked you eyes and the way they would gaze at him.

- Its like reading a thousands words.

- The two of you have fun talking with your eyes. It bugs the hell out of Chuck. Newt and especially teresa.

- You never had to use words with Thomas he just new, it was good having someone who could understand you so well.

- You play a big role in Thomas's want and determination even more then Teresa much to her annoyance.

- Your eyes are the thing that mesmerises Thomas, sometimes they make him want you bad.

- Don't be surprised if Thomas pins you against a wall suddenly, if you have that look in your eyes. He wont hold back.

Gally:

- Gally likes your hips not in just a sexual way.

- When you allow Gally to rest his hands on your hips he has overwhelming feelings of happiness and pride.

- He's honoured that you consider him close enough to allow him to touch you.

- Gally would never touch u if you felt uncomfortable and he doesn't wanna get thrown on the pit.

- Gally also loves draping his arms around you waist/hips, reminding him of how small you are.

- With this promotion Gally is one of your key protectors.

- He always looks out for you and keeps the other boys of your back.

- This was the start of a passionate and trusting relationship.

being human / s. stilinksi

pairing: stiles stilinksi x reader

summary: stiles is in love with y/n, but she has a bit of a problem owning up to the truth. what will she reveal to him once he finds her all beaten at his door?

warnings: violence, blood, like a lil bit of angst, pain

gif not mine !

you would say it’s impossible to lie to stiles. like times where you would steal food or clothes from stiles and he knew but didn’t say anything, only because he found it cute.

but when you lied about the reason why you showed up to his house all beaten to a pulp and covered head to toe in blood and bruises, he couldn’t just stay quiet.

“y/n!,” he opened the door with the rain falling around you as he saw the horrific sight of your beaten down body. “what the hell happened to you?!” he yelled out to you as he grabbed onto your sore body and pulled you in.

you chuckle softly but only to wince in pain seconds later. “oh you know the usual, fed my gremlin at 12 am.” you joked, trying to uplift some of the tension and concern stiles had gathered up.

“are you serious right now?!” he argued with you as he picked you up. “god you are covered in blood...” he whispered to you as he carried you up the stairs towards his room.

he placed your wet body onto his sheets and you groan in pain as you felt parts of your body ache. you clutched onto your calf in terrible pain shot up through your body.

stiles noticed this sudden action and quickly examined your leg. he rolled up the leggings you had on to reveal a big and deep gash on your leg.

“what’s the prognosis doc?” you grumbled as you panted trying not to completely pass out.

“god,” stiles started as he winced in disgust himself. he’s stitched up people and seen a lot of crime scenes but seeing his best friend and girl he’s in love with in pain was ten times worse. “i think you might have to go to an actual doctor y/n.” he looked up from the wound and to your face.

“i-i really didn’t want to trouble you as is stiles.” you gnaw on your lip as you try to control yourself. “i don’t want you to worry about it too much.” you sat up as you gritted your teeth.

“no way in hell i’m letting you out of my sight now.” stiles placed a hand on your shoulder slightly placing you back down on his bed. “stay here, i’ll get some supplies god knows how many times i needed to stitch myself up, takes a lot being the human friend in a wolf pack.” he smirked towards you as you let out a chuckle as he stood up and went towards his bathroom.

while stiles was in the bathroom, you examined the familiar room as you noticed certain changes he had done around. but the one thing that didn’t change, the frames of photos of the trio. we were children and befriended each other to comfort ourselves at times of need and it just brought us closer. you smiled when you noticed it.

you sat up and hissed at the pain slightly. stiles entered the room with the first aid kit and sat beside you yet again. “alright let’s see what i can do.” he whispered slightly.

you ignore the stinging pain as stiles poured the alcohol onto the wound. you looked at stiles and smiled as you saw how focused he was at the opened wound. he began the sterilization of the needle and focusing on stitching the opened wound in front of him.

stiles beautiful face was now concentrated on sewing shut the wound you have caused. but it was so funny looking at him all serious, it wasn’t your first time seeing him all tough but you didn’t mind it. you liked stiles bell you would even say you loved him. but of course you kept to yourself about your emotions because you knew he had that infatuation with lydia.

you barely noticed the needle and string once stiles finished. you were so caught up in your mind, you didn’t even see that stiles was finished. he covered the newly stitched wound with some gauze and rolled on some bandages to keep it in place.

“tomorrow in the morning, i’m taking you to the doctor,” stiles tucked in the loose end of the bandage and looked up. “but for now, let’s get you to bed.” he sighed.

you admired the wrapped calf and was impressed about stiles’s skills. you look at your pants and shirt and realize that you’re still completely soaked in rain and blood.

“here’s a shirt for you, you can change in the bathroom if you’d like,” stiles placed down the black cotton tee on the bed. he looked at you as you scrambled out of bed to get the shirt and stand up. “before you go, i wanna ask. why were you all beaten up in the first place?” stiles raised a brow as you winced at that. you honestly didn’t want to say why you were all bloody.

“uhm i just fell down a... hill.” you lied. you tried to turn away from stiles, trying to end this conversation before it escalated any further. but instead stiles grabbed your wrist and turned you back around.

“y/n, listen to me. i don’t want you to be in trouble just tell me what happened,” stiles pleaded with you but you were so stubborn. “please, y/n i’m your best friend.” stiles begged again. ouch it kinda hurt.

“i c-cant tell you.” you simply said as you stepped back.

“why not? i won’t judge you or look at you any different if you tell me.” stiles just wanted to know you were safe and nothing bad happened to you. he knew you. or he thought he did.

you tried to say something but all you could do was stammer a little trying to answer him. stiles looked at you as he saw you were tearing up.

“y/n, you alright?” he whispered towards you. you wiped the tears from frustration. you wanted to tell him but didn’t want to ruin anything.

“i have to go.” you suddenly answered and ran down the stairs. you heard your name being called as you ran with a injured leg. you felt your whole body suffer a bit as you pushed yourself to run. you felt blood gush out of the newly sewn shut wound. you felt like fainting as you opened the door to the rain and ran to the middle of the road.

you felt a hand grab your wrist as stiles pulled you towards his own body. you crash into his chest as you heaved heavily looking and admiring his features.

“y/n, are you crazy?!” stiles scolded you as you just stared at him.

“a little bit.” you smirked slightly. you felt your heart beat faster in his hold, you noticed his eyes wandering yours as well. you snapped out of your trance when you remembered lydia. you turned your back towards him and took a deep breath.

“will you tell me what’s wrong y/n?” stiles placed a hand on your shoulder.

you close your eyes and try to push words about to come out of your mouth instead, they come spilling out.

“you’ll never understand,” you barely whispered out. “to make a long story short, some sort of gang of girls decided to jump me.” you folded your arms over your chest.

stiles listened and tried to make sense of what’s happening. “did they say why?” he asked you. you nodded. “tell me please.” he stepped closer to you.

you turned around and you both were fully soaked in the rain as your hair was dripping wet. “w-well they did sort of uh... have a thing for you or something because they mainly based it around you...”‘you bit your lip in hesitation.

stiles face dropped and felt guilt build up in his stomach. “all because of me?” he murmured out.

“stiles, no it’s not that you don’t understand.” you argued.

“then what is it? because it’s quite clear that someone hurt you because of me!” he yelled out. you felt yourself get frustrated and you suddenly blurted it out.

“it’s cause i’m in love with you!”

you realized what you said you wanted to run off again but instead as you pulled away you were pulled back to him yet again. he grabbed your wet face and kissed you all so passionately.

you felt everything melt away as you felt like you finally started floating. you were getting dizzy dice to lack of oxygen and pulled away from the kiss. you both heaved as you placed each other’s foreheads on each other.

you smiled as you looked into his eyes. “i’m so in love with you stiles... i always have.”

“so have i.” he smiled as he pulled you back into the kiss.

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i’m not kidding when i say this has been in my drafts forever. i have so many assignments due but i don’t want to do them. hope y’all enjoy it’s a bit basic but hope you like it :)

Sleep

Maze Runner Minho x Fem!Reader: Sleep

Word Count: 287

“I do not deserve you,” Minho murmured, his low voice husked over from exhaustion. He kept a secure grip on her waist, pulling her into his chest before relaxing with a content sigh.

She was sure he did not mean for her to hear that, but she responded anyway. “Mmm, but I love you anyway.”

She felt Minho’s grip tighten and tensed when he shifted his position, settling back down when he placed a warm kiss on the back of her neck.

She loved moments like this; the way the heels of his feet dragged on the floor as he struggled to get up the steps of the Homestead. How she could see his eyes drooping at dinner after he had a long day of running.

He always struggled with his pajamas when he was so too tired, most of the time settling with no shirt and a pair of shorts. She loved when he would make her jump when coming up from behind and hugging her gently, his forearms wrapping around her middle. At that point, he would pull her onto the bed, already wishing to sleep the rest of the week away.

“You’re so warm,” Minho mumbled with his eyes closed.

She shuffled out of his arms - ignoring his tired whines - and twisted around so they were face to face. Minho, seeming to understand the hint, rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She buried her face in his rising-and-falling chest, inhaling deeply. Minho tangled one hand in her hair, pushing down whenever she twisted, while the other rested on the small of her back.

“Never leave me.” Her voice drifted in and out of consciousness, but she managed.

“I promise.”

I really hate how people refer to Bucky as The Winter Soldier in fan fiction unless he is currently been brainwashed or its referring to when he was brainwashed. Because Bucky Barnes did not spend the rest of his life fighting to prove that he wasn’t a killer or a bad person. Because Steve Rogers did not spend his life proving that Bucky was a good person and his best friend. JUST for Bucky to still be referred to as The Winter Soldier when he was BRAINWASHED for YEARS and FORCED to kill people while he was being told that he was doing the RIGHT THING.

Similarly it is NOT Falcon and The Winter Soldier, or Captain America and The Winter Soldier. It is White Wolf or Bucky or James or Sargent Barnes. JAMES. BUCKY. BARNES. IS. NOT. THE. WINTER. SOLDIER.

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Could you possibly write about y/n calling Sebastian 'Daddy' for the first time and his reaction.

*clears throat*

OKAY

I'm thinking it'll be after a heated argument, which you took too far. And now you're trying to win back your grumpy boyfriend.

You follow him around the house, apologizing incessantly.

"Sebbyyyy, I'm so sorry. I know I overreacted, I trust you completely and I know you'd never cheat on me, just-"

He'd give you a glare which spoke volumes. And it'd shut you up.

But not for long

When he'd walk out of a room, you'd follow his footsteps like a lost puppy.

You knew he usually wouldn't be able to resist you for long. But today was a bit much.

He had managed to completely ignore you for almost 3 whole hours now.

And you were upset, and very, very ashamed of your behavior. And the silent treatment was killing you.

You walked lazily over to where Sebastian was; in his study, sat on a couch and going through a script.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies, and he usually would not stop telling you how much they suited you better than they did him but today, he wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"Seb?"

Nothing.

"Sebby" you whined like a spoilt child.

Still nothing.

"Daddy come on! I said I was sorry" you whined again tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

And the words which left your mouth shocked both him and you.

But especially him

He raised an eyebrow at you, finally looking up from the script in his hands.

"What did you call me?" there was an unfamiliar tone lacing his words. Almost playful but stern at the same time.

He sounded like he was mocking you, and seemed to like every second of it.

"I- uh... Nothing. Are you done being mad at me now?" you asked, worried that he might think you were being too childish.

The stern look didn't leave his face as he pulled you onto his lap quite harshly.

"No. Not quite. Now answer me, what did you call me just now?" you had never heard him use this voice before.

He stared deep into your eyes as though daring you to defy him again.

You didn't answer him. You were too shy to repeat it again.

"Alright then, have it your way" he spoke and manhandled your body in such a way that he had you lay over his lap, with your ass in the air.

He moved the hoodie, exposing your butt and he very briefly caressed your skin before you felt him smack your ass cheek.

Hard.

You cried out. Not out of pain, but surprise.

A twisted part of you liked it, but you would never tell him that.

"I'm gonna ask you again, baby. What did you call me?" he sounded so dangerous but so hot...

Smack!

You simply whined again instead of replying.

Smack!

This time it hurt. And you finally spoke up.

"Daddy! I called you daddy. I'm sorry, Seb. I just-"

He cut you off by pulling you up and settling you on his lap; making you straddle his thighs.

He didn't seem to mind it one bit, in fact, he seemed rather intrigued.

"You've been bad today, baby. Daddy's upset that you'd even dare to think that he'll ever cheat on you" he spoke, while his hand caressed your red butt.

Something about how Seb referred to himself as "daddy" turned you on immensely.

You looked at him with curiosity; eager to find out where he'd take this.

He was much more dominant in bed that night. He had you begging, pleading him just to let you come

He liked how you surrendered completely.

He bloody loved it.

Many things changed after that day.

He wasn't weirded out by it or anything, in fact, he quite liked it.

He liked being your big, strong man who could care for you like no one else ever could.

Seb was quite a gentle lover, yet the moment you'd call him 'daddy', he'd switch immediately.

It could be anywhere; at home while you would be lounging around.

Or during sex

Or while on the phone when he was away.

He'd go into "daddy mode" whenever you'd like him to.

Or, whenever you were acting up and being a brat.

He'd use his hand to pin you down on the bed or against the wall.

"Why do I even put up with you, huh? Why are you being so fucking difficult today, baby?" he'd ask on days when you were being too bratty.

Then you'd smirk and tell him that all you wanted was his attention.

"Yeah? Well then, work for it"

He'd point to the ground, in between his legs where he'd want you to kneel and take his cock into your mouth and show him that you even deserved his full attention.

Seb would be the best daddy to you.

He'd know when to push your limits and when not to.

He'd know when he could edge you for hours.

And when he could fuck you to sleep.

On days when you were particularly good, he'd even let you sleep with his cock buried deep in you

"You've been a good girl today, baby. You get to keep daddy's cock warm all night. You'd like that?"

And you'd nod a bit too quickly.

Then the following morning you'd wake up feeling tingly because daddy would be slow fucking you until you woke up.

Daddy Seb had a way of making you feel filthy and special at the same time...

He'd look you dead in the eyes, with his hand wrapped around your throat, while he made you come over and over around his cock

He took immense pleasure in making you cum for him multiple times in one night.

He would flick his tongue over your clit until you were shaking under him.

He'd always have to touch you when he was in the mood.

Dirty talk with daddy Seb? YES

"You like being on your knees and showing daddy how much you deserve to be fucked all night long, don't you baby?"

"Here, suck on daddy's fingers while he eats you out, yeah? That'll keep you quiet"

"Look at you, always so fucking ready for my cock"

"Your body is fucking shaking, baby. Is it because of me?"

"Did you ask for permission before you cum?"

"Swallow it all, baby. Show me you're daddy's good girl"

Sure, you didn't need him to be in "Daddy mode" all the time.

But on some days, he needed it more than you did

You could tell when he needed to let off some steam. And you were more than happy to be his little girl whenever he needed you to.

OMG could you imagine him switching from Sebby to Daddy in the middle of a heated discussion?? Because i CAN?

You'd be telling him off for being too jealous or possessive for whatever reason

And he'd suddenly give you this very stern look

"...you need to get your shit under-"

He'd cut you off by gripping your jaw in his strong hand and forcing you to shut up and look up at him.

"I fucking dare you to complete that sentence, babygirl"

And you'd immediately forget what the fuck you were saying in the first place.

Spanks... When you were naughty. Or nice.

He didn't care, he simply liked seeing his handprint on your butt.

He'd grab your butt, and pinch it all while giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Ohh, aftercare with Daddy Seb?

He'd be the most gentle boyfriend after an intense play time

He'd run you a bath and would carry you to the tub and back to bed if you were too tired to walk

He'd kiss every inch of your body

And rub lotion on your sore skin

He'd tell you how good you had been and just how much he loves you

"I'm sorry baby, was it too much? Was I-"

Then you'd cut him off

"Shh, no. Hey, you were perfect. Thank you, I love you."

A/N: I'm sorry Anon, you were saying...