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Daddy ✧𐬾𖦹

★ Summary: your dad was off for a “business trip” which left you alone in the house. You decided to treat your pretty mind with a party and a bunch of alcohol. You were so stressed from university anyways. You deserved it. Though, you come home to a stern Jack, of course this was the only time he cared and sent his very good friend—practically your uncle—just your luck.

★ Tags: forms of taboo. Father’s best friend since you were little. Young user. Mentions of cannabis, alcohol and partying. Light mention of daddy issues. User calls Jack uncle a few times (NEVER DURING INTIMACY) pet names usage like baby girl and baby. They definitely play into the age gap. Some fluff and angst at end. Fingering. Dirty talk. Etc…

★ Word count ~ 1.8k

★ Author note: Sorry for adding the end. Let me know if you guys want more. I just always get so confused at the end of smuts like this because then what?? Like we never address it. So yeah thats why i shined a little on that aspect.

꧁MDNI꧂

“I know daddy.. okay. Yes, okay. Mhm! No boys, no booze, no pot. I promise.” You said while already picking out an outfit and feigning an innocent giggle.

Your dad was a busy man. He’s gone on many business trips in the past.. though you’re certain some of them are not entirely for work. Yet, this was any other trip. Which meant: the cutest pair of pumps, shimmery eyelids, a scent that smelt like candy and the intent to get shit faced. It may sound disrespectful, but you loved when you had no supervision. (Which was often)

When finished getting ready you got picked up by your friends and set off your mission to find a house party while passing a joint.

The next few hours followed of crammed rooms, flashing lights, buzzing bases, and way too much pot and alcohol.

This stage of the night was dangerous because you immediately wanted to get laid. Though, every single time you tell yourself that you need to find a man for the night you never do because they just aren’t your type.

I mean seriously, fraternity boys who are probably coked up and near violent while also probably having multiple STD’s? No thank you. You liked your men sophisticated. Even if that meant you were kind of a hypocrite, because this party side of you was like a child.

At the end of the night you uber home and hold your glittery pumps. They were white, they matched your eyelids, your dress was baby blue. A tent dress with a boat neckline. Vertical pleading running up the far too short dress. Your hair was no longer cutely blown out in curls. Now messy and desperately needing a shower.

You get in the house and drop your heels you sigh finding the kitchen to get any other liquid that wasn’t alcohol in your system.

The house wasn’t silent. The TV was playing what sounded like a hockey ga… why was the TV playing a hockey game? You go into the living room to shut it off but end up seeing a manspread’d jack.

You freeze. Your blinks becoming some how slower and your lips parting in the process of your breath hitching.

“..your home late..” he murmured as he looked you up and down. It didn’t look dirty to you, I mean you were a mess. He was studying your obviously guilty state. That didn’t change the feeling of heat forming between your thighs.

“I— daddy didn’t say that you’d be here uncle Jack..” you used the uncle title which you only did to sound like a kiss ass, and in this case you were trying to spare your ass.

He huffed out a gruff laugh. “Don’t uncle jack me.. wher’ve you been?” He murmured. Placing his second halfway drunken beer down and crossed his beefy arms across his chest.

“Out..” you feign innocent. Kind of twirling on your feet. A nervous habit that made you look so adorable. God how could he even stay mad at you?

“Out?..” he repeated back. It turned you on when he would do that. When he would repeat back what you would say to him. Even if it were as simple as ‘out.’

“Doing?..what, drinking? Smoking?… fucking?” The voice that came out of his lips was scarily calm. The tension was palpable. You couldn’t tell if it was the anxiety of being caught, or if you could feel his arousal straining against his jeans

You chew on your lip and flush especially when he hesitated on the last word. “N-no.” You kind of hiccup. Slowly fluttering your eyelashes from the floor back to his impossibly warm eye contact. Even when he was mad.

“Don’t lie to me baby girl..” he murmurs, a warning. Which meant strike one. Your lip caught between your lips and your thighs squeezed together. A habit when he called you that. And he knew it.

“Well—“ you began. You sigh knowing you couldn’t come back from this. Daddy would kill you if he knew.

He wets his lips and pats the spot on the couch next to him. You slowly but surely made your way over. Folding your knees up so that your feet were on the couch. Your thighs leaning toward his lap in the process.

If you were completely honest the closeness wasn’t helping. You weren’t a child anymore. You were now a woman. And you cuddling against him like a cat is no longer very innocent.

His eyes trace the way your already too short dress rode up to expose more of your soft skin.

Both of you don’t speak for a moment. He lets out “if you don’t speak I’m gonna have to make you baby..” he says while looking over at you.

Normally, with that threat you would giggle like a brat. But he was being dead ass now. You swallow.

“I went to.. a party.. a house party. With my friends. I ubered home before the party ended..” you said nervously.

“What’s daddy gonna say when I tell him?” His hand is placed against your knee. Jesus did he really have to say it like that?

“No— Jackie please don’t tell him. Please…” you whined out. Intoxication evident in your tone.

“No? What’s he gonna say if he finds out you did this under my care?” He tilts his head mockingly. His hand going lower down your soft thigh.

“H-he won’t know..” you pout “please uncle Jack. You were a college kid too, you understand..” you practically sniffle and he sighs. Fuck, you begging like that really did numbers on him. You studied as his jaw clenched.

“Go get ready for bed..” he murmurs as he withdrawals his hand. He sighs rubbing his hand over his gorgeous face. “I don’t know what to say to you right now..” he says like a dissapointed dad.

You don’t argue further. He watched you walk away and practically bites his knuckles from the sight. Forcing his focus back to the hockey game, frustrated.

You shower. Taking extra care to your hair. You exfoliate and make sure to apply lotion post shower. You put on your pajamas and crawl in your sheets.

You toss and turn until you have completely turned your comforter inside out. You groan and pop up. You slip on your slippers and set off your mission for Jack.

You sigh when you find him in the kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep?” He said pulling another beer out of the fridge. Your frustration rooted from his easy dismissal and your easy compliance. I mean seriously. Who did he think he was?

When he looks you up and down while in your nightgown your frustration completely deflates. You nod. All you can manage.

“Are you mad at me?” You murmur. You sounded like a scolded child rather than an angry college-student.

“No.. I—“ he lets out a scoff laugh “I’m not mad baby. I’m disappointed.” Fuck why did that turn you on? “You sound like daddy.” You shot back quickly. Too quickly.

Your cheeks tinted in pink when you see his eyes darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He said gruffly.

“I— I just meant that.. that’s a dad saying.. you.. you sounded like dad.” He tilted his head. Shit that was so taboo, but when you said it so adorably he couldn’t help but imagine that name on your lips.

“..I don’t want you to be disappointed with me..” you murmur “I know honey but l can’t help but be worried.. especially when I care about you so much..” he speaks to like you he did when you were little. When you were fragile.

Now it was like he was purposefully trying to get you needy. You guys came closer until he had his arms wrapped around you.

Again, it’s like you guys were trying to act like showing affection like how you would when you were much smaller was going to help anything.. but it didn’t. It just made the tension between you more noticeable.

You realized what the tension was. It wasn’t one sided 13 year old you feeling tingly when he would come in after working on daddy’s yard, it wasn’t the anxiety of being caught.

The tension was recognizing eachother not as family friends.. not as a weird father-daughter relationship that you two enjoyed far too much, but as a woman and a man.

You look up at him and he sighs. “This okay?” He murmurs against your skin. You let out a whimper of instinct and nod.

He groans in response. “Yeah? Use your words for me baby.” Everything was moving so fast now. “T-this is fine.” You murmur weakly.

Silence for a moment. You feel your knees go weak at the possibilities of what could happen or what thoughts might be running through his head.

“Can I go further?” You let out a soft gasp and nod. “I want you to use your words. You’re no longer a child baby girl.” The contraction in his sentence made your stomach flip

“Yes.. please go further.” He lifted you onto the counter and splitted your knees to insert his hips. He kisses down your neck. Your breath was shallow as your hands went to the hair on the nape of his neck.

His hand is already trailing down to dip his fingers into your panties. “Fuck you’re wet.. how long have you been wet for me honey?”

You whimper “ever since I saw you man spreading on the couch.” He chuckles “poor baby. You’ve been wet for me this entire time?” he murmurs softly in your ear

“Your dad would kill me if he saw how I was treating his his little girl..” he murmurs while speeding his fingers up. “Hm?”

“Y-yes.. I.. I’d be in so much trouble.” You whine. Jack isn’t unaware of his sleaziness right now. He actually felt guilty. But the way your walls were fluttering around his digits was addicting.

“It’s okay baby.. I’m here. You don’t have to worry about him.” That made you see stars just from words alone. Of course he wanted to say things like that

“You can call me daddy if you want..” he murmurs. You moan “fuck! Jackie you can’t say that.” You bite your lip “oh no I can’t? This cunt seems to love it.. should I stop?”

You’re already close “no.. Jackie please.. I’m gonna come.” He smiles “good.. good girl.. that’s my girl.” He speeds up. You can slowly feel your walls tighten

Nerves begin to converse in your finger tips and toes and all of it comes crashing in. Your small fingers squeeze around his biceps.

Pawing at a grasp of reality while he finger fucks the spongy part inside of you. “Mmm.. good girl. You did so well.. daddy’s so proud of you..” he murmurs softly.

Your forehead went to his shoulder and he tutted “ah ah.. look at me.” You lift your head and he puts his fingers in his mouth to taste your heat

You gasped. “Sweeter than I thought..” he murmured. He grinned at your shocked expression

“Okay let’s get you to bed..” he helps you off the counter. Thoughts ran through your head. Was this just a new thing? Was this to never be spoken about? What were the rules?

He placed you in your bed and kissed your temple “I’d sleep with you but I’d be too tempted..” he murmurs while brushing the hair out of your face.

“What are you thinking about?” He waits “what now?” You chew on your lip. “I don’t want you to overthink honey. I..” he sighs

There were many possibilities. You guys could have a secret relationship, you guys could have very.. very nice sex from time to time, or you guys could act like nothing happened.

And with that he lays in the bed with you even after saying no and holds you.

You guys didn’t know what you wanted but this was all that mattered. And even if your guys relationship was genuinly borderline father-daughter then.. well so be it.

Clark and Ryland both don’t curse

Clark and Ryland have the same trope of being catapulted into a situation where they must help earth and they both decide to follow through

Clark and Ryland both have extraterrestrial buddy’s

Clark and Ryland are both submissive

Clark and Ryland are both dorky and trip over themselves

Clark and Ryland both wear glasses

I mean come on look at this parallel



★ Summary: You are an astronaut on project Hail Mary who wasn’t aware that Ryland was supposed to be on the ship. When he awoke you guys spent some time jogging his memory and collecting useful data to send back to earth. Though, you guys were man and woman.. isolated interaction brought inevitable attraction. One day, after screaming at him for being a tease, you go to apologize for losing your cool. Yet, you discover noises of obvious masturbation and find out Ryland’s into that stuff.

★ Tw: MNDI!!! character development at the beginning, Plot development at the beginning, Smut at the end, Boderline dominant reader, Grace is into degradation, Grace likes to beg, Grace is cocky but so adorably submissive, oral sex fem rec and male rec, face sitting, blow job, riding male rec, mentions of overstimulation.

★ Authors note: let me know if yall like this, because I like it; a lot. Also sorry guys for not knowing how many words, but it has a plot.

Ryland and you weren’t supposed to be close. Pre-mission, you were one of the astronauts that volunteered to be on the ship.

You worked your ass off getting degrees and proving to an inevitable misogynistic system that you were exactly who you said you were.

Though, all of those short lived years with barely any time to party like regular people your age, your life that was full of years of monotonous studying has lead to this very moment; mission: the one that would be the end of you.

Ryland and you met before Hail Mary was in action; before either of you knew he’d be a lab rat. You were not aware he was supposed to come, nor were you in the meeting when that decision was being made.

When you woke up from your 4 year induced coma, you looked out to the abyss and it all hit you. Not that anyone had you in their prayers, but that might’ve been worse.

I mean, it was pathetic really. You went through years of training and schooling—you missed out on the fun of college or clubbing or sex.

(Now of course you weren’t a virgin but you also never experienced the feeling of being sickly in love with anyone.)—and it was all for this moment..

to drift in space until food ran out and soon a drug-induced death to really seal it all together; but not until you collected data.

You found out Ryland was on the ship a few days later, through Mary. “Eye movement detected.” You pushed your wheeled office chair until you could see the doorway.

Then, a scream. A few moments later An unrecognizable Jesus-looking man emerged, a little disoriented due to just waking up from a drug coma.

Then, another scream when he saw you. You didn’t recognize the man so you were quick to follow. “Oh my god. Dr Grace?” You squinted. “Where am I? Why do I know you?” He said urgently

“Why are you here??” You squinted so lost. “Why am I here? Where am I?” Aw gosh he was so confused. You didn’t know how to react. Professional? Like you know what you’re talking about?

I mean Jesus let’s be real, you were asking yourself the same questions. Different context, sure, yours was mainly inner conflict; his is genuine confusion.

“Uhh.. Dr Grace you’ve just woke up from a drug induced coma and are on the ship Hail Mary.” He shook his head slightly not understanding, his eyebrows fusing together

“You don’t remember anything..” you say, your eyebrows going up unamused, a ‘great, just my luck’ type of look.

He looked genuinely distressed. He scoped out the area himself. Realized he was in infinite darkness and spiraled the same way you did.

You gave him the idea to look through his items to jog his memory. 24 hours later he comes in, beard trimmed, hair in its original cut, glasses. Before you say anything Mary speaks

“All living passengers are awake at this time.” You frowned at the screen “that can’t be right.” Ryland was lost from your confusion for a moment.

He followed you to Dr. Yao’s cabin and realization hit him. It was just you two. This man who risked his life knowing he’d die didn’t even get a lick of the mission. And now you guys had to deal with the loss.

You wiped your tears while watching Ryland carry him to where he would be released into oblivion. “He was another one of the astronauts, I remember him. Were you two close?” He asked.

A real sentence. One that didn’t have an underlining of anxiety or frustration. You looked up at him. “Not anything more than colleagues but.. just makes me sad he couldn’t fulfill what he wanted.”

He was silent “I mean.. we—especially him—went into this mission ready to be sacrificial and hand our life over to great or good for humanity. And he didn’t even wake up.” You kicked a trash can and walked away.

Grace watched as Dr. Yao’s body became too distant to see and soon looked like a star. What you said had stuck to him to the point where the only thing he had asked himself is “what am I doing here? Why me?”

You busied yourself with research rather than wanting to rage. He died because of a malfunction. It happens, casualties as such happened all the time. That could’ve been you.

Ryland on the other hand was still spiraling with the frustration of not truly understanding how he got himself there. He was a middle school teacher. He came in and sat across from you.

“Do you know why I’m here?” He squinted a bit with a thick finger pointing towards you. You looked up “no Dr Grace… are you aware of our mission?”

He thought for a moment “I’m assuming it’s because of the pretrova line.. but why me?” You thought for a moment. “Ms. Stratt highly praised you before the trip.”

His curiosity piqued. “You discovered astrophage reproduction and it helped fuel the ship.” You said looking up at him. His eyes searched yours.

Gosh he was handsome—oh my god that’s nasty, don’t think that. But your brain was right. His micro expressions and overall sexiness was intriguing. He wasn’t gross like typical men either.

Days went on of this slight tension. Moving around the lab silently. Silent hums from observation. His big hands sprawl across instruments—stop.

You didn’t know If it was just you being a pervert or if the silence actually meant something. Days turned into a couple weeks and you guys were very functional.

He controlled the ship and you guys studied together. It was a quiet way of living. He didn’t bother much, even if you kind of wanted him to.

You learned a lot about him. How he was genuinely a nice guy, kind of dorky—but in a middle school science teacher way. He was spontaneous. Kind of acted on a whim sometimes. You hated that.

He had personality—you weren’t used to that since you were constantly surrounded by stoic scientists. He laughed at his own jokes and often teased you and— oh no you liked him.

One morning, post-realization, You pad into the main room after waking from a long sleep and he shows you some observations he’s made on some Protozoa you guys collected.

“Come here..” he murmured and leaned away so you could look down. You guys were so close now. “Are you okay?” He asked with a swallow.

“Of course I’m okay.” You said dismissively. “That’s— really fascinating.” You were too distracted to speak really. You had to get out of that situation before you embarrased yourself further.

Ryland often noticed you stared at him. Ryland also noticed you didn’t do anything much about it. Little did you know, Ryland was honestly inlove you.

Your little giggle when he makes the stupidest joke. Or that one time he knocked over something and you screamed at him while simultaneously calling him and idiot.

You’re rare ‘wow, yeah, very smart.’ Type praise. He loved all of it. Though, he wouldn’t say anything either. “You’re grumpy.” He says.

“No I’m not leave me alone.” You said defensively. “Did I make you upset? What can I do for you to feel better?” He says with a small amount of condescension.

His eyes are hooded and his smirk is impossibly dick head. “Fuck off.” You replied. He looked down with a small smirk when you started to speak.

You started to notice that. How he’d be so amused even when you were genuinely upset. “What is so fucking funny?” He paused.

His smirk disappearing as he looks up. “N—no I was just kidding.” He shakes his head. You weren’t amused. You ended up just spinning on your heals and storming off.

He silently bit his knuckle while observing something. Fucking hell Ryland get it together. He didn’t take it personal; actually, he didn’t even think about it.

Though, you thought about it all day. You didn’t like being angry, couldn’t go to sleep guilty. You mustered up the courage to apologize.

You stopped at his door and before you knocked— “oh my.. please.. I’m sorry.” You heard a gruff whimper. You paused, eyes widening and cheeks flushing.

Ryland was thrusting up into his thick fingers “mmph.. I know baby. God you feel so good. Please let me cum pretty girl.” His whiny tone stringing out sentences.

A few whimpers followed and then silence. You knocked on the door. “Grace?” Silence. Rustling. He slowly opened the door looking down with a flush and eyes that if you looked close enough, looked like a puppy pleading.

“You heard me?” He swallowed. You nod. “I—I came to apologize for yelling at you.” You tried to move past it. “Uhm.. can I be honest?” He tilted his head so his eyes were glaring above his glasses.

You nodded “I don’t mind you yelling at me hun.” Your breath hitched. Without thinking, your lips aggressively pushed against his. His boyish hands sprawl against your back.

He whimpered your name. “Don’t tease me baby.” He whined. His lips a small pout. You played into it “you’ll be good?” He nods “perfect. Promise.”

You pushed him on his bed and he subconsciously rolled his hips up. His head tilting up as he looked at you from the bottom of his eyes.

You crawled over him. Splaying your thighs over his waist. “Holy mother of pearl.” He looked where your clothed cunt was sitting on him, then up to your eyes.

His face was all flustered and pleading. He whimpers. He goes to speak but before he could, you reply “shut up..” you say softly as you kiss him.

He does that hung smile against your lips. “Yes ma’am.” You bite down and he groans. You guys continue to pathetically makeout.

You guys are both lazily rolling your hips. When you pull away from him his glasses are fogged up “what do you want to do handsome?”

Your head tilts as he takes a moment to think. He was shamelessly a freak. “Want you sit on my face.” That shocked you. “What??” You frowned.

“You heard me pretty girl. Want your heat on my tongue.. need it badly.” So? You did just that. Undressing your self and lowering yourself on his angular nose.

You watched his face scrunch and felt his stubby facial hair scratch against your inner thighs. He lapped up your juices. His speed increasing when you yank on his hair.

His hand massages his hard on when you fuck yourself on his tongue. “Yes.. use me.” You sped up to shut him up. “Shhh..” he nodded

After him eating box like it was the only real food in space he whines. “You make me so hard pretty.” He gasps when he watched your slender fingers tease his buldge.

Despite him making you cum on his tongue, he was pink due to neediness. “Please do something..” his head is thrown back.

You decided to suck his cock. Slowly dragging your mouth up so he’d wince and beg. “Please, please, please.” He chants. You pulled off him with a *POP*

“Ah-ah..” you giggle. He whined in response. You continued, this time mainly teasing his tip. Swirling your lips over the dark pink tip. “Oh fudge honey don’t do that I’ll cum..” he whined.

“I want to hear you apologize again.” You said, your tongue licking a stripe up his cock. “I’m sorry.. I—I’m sorry being a dickhead.. mph! Won—won’t happen again, promise. Please just let me cum pretty baby.”

Well jeez if he wasn’t vocal.. you kissed down his cock “hmm.. I guess.” You said before continuing to suck him off the way you knew he needed in order to finish.

When he did cum, it was thick.. and very sweet; just like him. You giggled as you made sure to get your tongue working every drop. “You taste good honey.”

You said while massaging his balls which were covered in gold-ginger curls. “Please baby don’t do that I’m sensitive.” He winced “awe you’re sensitive? Really? Should I stop?” You taunted

“No— ah.. don’t stop.” He moaned. He was so overstimulated. You already made him have a toe curling orgasm and now.. what you’re asking should be too much; yet it isn’t.

You decided to straddle him again. Now, instead, you rubbed your slick against his cock. “Oh for Christ’s sake..” he groaned, throwing his head back.

You giggled in response. That giggle always ricocheted through his brain when he’d touch himself to the thought of you. You slowly inched yourself down his shaft.

“Fu— baby.. I can’t.” He whined. “You can..” you said, your voice smooth like honey as you began moving up and down his shaft. “Feels good?” He nodded frantically.

He began to buck his hips up into you with small groans. Despite being overstimulated he was quick to want to cum again. “You feel so perfect.. holy cow.” He moaned. “ ‘ve been thinking about this for weeks pretty.”

“Mph.. you’re better than I imagined.” He whined. You sped up. Your hand searching for something to grasp while nearing your orgasm. Your palms found his neck.

He moaned in response. So, you applied pressure. “Oh god—“ his gaze is all hazy as he looks up at him. All fucked out and shamelessly whining. “Please baby..” he wasn’t really begging in particular.

Poor thing, all dizzy and overwhelmed. Grasping on to your clothes with fleshy calloused palms. Groaning while desperately fucking up into you.

It must’ve clicked when you saw how his face scrunched up and moans helplessly fell out of his mouth, he loved this. Loved the condescension and being needy.

Loved being respectful but so shamelessly a pervert. You giggled as you guys both came down from your high. “What’s funny?” He said muffled into your chest. “Nothing..” you said with a small smile.

“..I don’t usually come that fast.” He said dryly. You laughed harder at that. He didn’t even come that quickly but it was still funny how he tried to manage his obvious flustered state.

“You’re lucky I didn’t scream I love you while cumming too.. I was close but I stopped myself.” He joked. You softly hit him with a pillow as he chuckled.

“Do you think we’re the first people to have sex in space?” He murmured. You would react typically to his joke but that one was actually interesting “oh my god you’re right.” You giggled

You guys began to drift off. His big arms enveloping your torso like a spider monkey as his breaths slowly turned into snores. Now, the spaceship felt less isolating.

I know he definitely is an outgoing person, especially with his friends. But I know for a fact he prefers to express his thoughts with his eyes. Observing behind flat lips and subtle swallows.

Observation is just so hot. Especially because silence is a sign of intelligence and I’m a sapiosexual. Yummmyyy

Hozier’s ‘Like Real People Do’: “I knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking. Was there in someone dug long ago. So I will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way I already know. So I will not ask you where you came from. I would not ask and neither would you. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss, like real people do.”-Batman to Clark Kent/Superman to Bruce Wayne

Do we understand?

I mean, sure, you initiated. For the most part It was silent. Coming over to him and just latching your fingers around his belt hoops and planting heated kisses down his strong jawline.

He’d say something like “golly, baby. Something wrong?” Then matching your silence one realization hits.

He’d probably let you do whatever you felt like. Whatever you wanted, shit he’d probably thank you for it.

In contrast, when Clark initiated it made you realize that he wasn’t doing it because he wanted to actually cum. No, never that.

I mean, well, yeah. But, it was mostly because he wanted to make you cum. He’d come up to you—usually when doing domestic things that made his brain fuzzy.

He’d come over and kiss your temple. “You’re so sweet honey. Do you need me to help you with that?” He’d trail the kisses down to your shoulder.

And before you knew it you were swiped off your feet with 0 words and being placed gently on the couch, bed, or any surface he felt was right.

Treating you like the absolute queen he sees you as. Making sure that you cum way before he does. Way more times before he even lets himself once.

When you initiated he would fumble with his clothes and give obedient nods, when he initiated he would fuck you like he couldn’t handle not being inside of you.

Her bear hug you and thrust up into any angle he desired. Making sure your brain was completely shut off and only imaging bis cock and his words.

“Sorry baby.. I’m sorry.. jeez.”: probably Clark when watching you squeeze are his extraterrestrial size.

“One more. Please honey. One more for me, you can do it I promise.” He’d always say that after every round.

He was a whole different person when initiating. He was Superman when he initiated