When you talked about your kink in the DDLG relationship format, all you heard from boys was judgment and misunderstanding. It was strange to your peers that you needed praise, overprotection and punishment for disobedience. Especially since they didn't agree to you calling them Daddy.

In your relationship with Graves, it was as if you were honoring the much-desired format of interactions, but not discussing it out loud. The hyper-pedaling man made up for all the love you didn't get as a child from your father. Given that Phillip was rich, he didn't skimp on gifts, often pampered and tried to please every whim. Something in the back of his mind told him that you were just a little wounded bird in need of the healing he could give.

Tonight was incredibly cozy and relaxing: Phillip had finished all his business, no missions were planned ahead, he could just enjoy watching a movie in the company of the woman he loved. Your head rested on the man's shoulder, while Graves pressed you against him, lazily played with your hair and sometimes left gentle kisses on your forehead or the top of your head.

The situation relaxed you so much that you made up your mind and asked quietly: "Can I call you Daddy?".

The man's heartbeat seemed to stop and then accelerated to a stop. He tried not to show any sign of it, but unconsciously squeezed you tighter. He was overwhelmed with joy and pride that he was right - you needed him, wanted to be called by such an intimate and meaningful nickname.

"You may", - he answered just as quietly, as if he were afraid to break the trusting atmosphere.