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Hey daddy?“Hey daddy…”
Black naive eyes mirrored Blue ones, posing a question. Rayman sighed, the morning mist hadn’t swept away from him yet, and it seems he wasn’t the only one. It was only him and his 7 year old Son, his sister asleep in his room. He lazily swung the mug of tea to his lips, observing the alert child.
“What is it sweetheart…?” His voice husky, his fingers rubbing any sand from his eyes. He leaned back in the chair, his hand on the handle of the mug.
“Where did Windy come from?” Rayman nearly spit out his tea, but swallowed vigorously. The little Boy looked at him quizzically. “You ok daddy? Did I say something wrong?”
Brow twitched to maximum velocity. This was something Wind as the mother should’ve explained, not him. Now, he handled it when Raynie asked, and fairly well if he could say so himself. The Kids were her's and his. He really didn’t want to explain it again, even to his own Son?!
Change of Heart Rufus X Reader
Looking down at the large stack of papers on his desk, Rufus frowned. “I still don't have everything I need here. As a matter of fact, a large percentage of what's in front of me is what I don't need.” Frustrated, he rubbed between his eyes and sighed.
“I told you I wasn't cut out for secretary work. That's why I asked to be placed elsewhere.” Unapologetic, you crossed your arms and turned up your nose. “Now maybe you'll believe me and put me somewhere where I can actually be helpful.”
Acting as if he hadn't even heard you, Rufus continued his complaining. “You even forgot to bring me a coffee.” He seemed more disappointed with you than he did upset. “However, as you stated, I was warned, so I really shouldn't be surprised.” Placing his elbows on his desk he held his chin in his hands. “Where do you think I should place you? Quite honestly, this is one of the easiest jobs I have to offer you at the moment.”
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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