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May 6 - May 8, 2025
“You ain’t ever seen a guy get his dick sucked before?” “Maybe it’s because you’re going thirty under the speed limit, honey,” Ryder said as he pulled off me.
Lmao
A mouth on my cock took precedence over the road. If he sucked me too long, I’d probably land us in a ditch somewhere.
Lmfao
Ryder hated the rough stuff—hard hair pulling, choking, spanking, all of it. We dealt with enough hard shit while hunting demons. He didn’t want our relationship to have the same tone. It was a simple request. Whatever my man wanted, I gave it to him if I could.
I love this
But Ryder Collins? He was my everything and had been for years. He was my ride-or-die—pun
Reserved and observant. That’s what he really was. Ryder was a descendant of Barachiel. A true empath open to all the shitty feelings going on around him. I didn’t envy it. I was a descendant of Uriel—a wielder of elements. Most specifically I could control the air and the earth.
We were headed straight for death anyway. We might as well enjoy the ride with sugar, carbs, and dangerous road head. There were worse fucking ways to go.
Facts
He was sunshine and a breath of fresh air in a world mucked by chaos and darkness. Even when shit got hard, he never gave in. He never gave up. And he never gave up on me.
The man had three tattoos: one of my name scrawled over his heart, the word fear under a line across the inside of his left wrist, and one of a dandelion with the phrase you’re on your own kid on his bicep. Life goals: get my man to meet Taylor Swift. His body was rugged art, a mix of his ink and scars.
The man took ungodly hot showers. No reasonable human showered in water hot enough to cook pasta.
Me
Be honest to my face, even if it meant you were an asshole, and I’d happily square off. What the hell was I supposed to do about the upfront nice guy who secretly hated us?
his loud laughter carrying through the bar despite the constant music and conversation. Or maybe I was just really in tune with my favorite sound.
Awwww
as sunshine and happy-go-lucky as he was, Gray was fiercely protective. Of me. Lord help the person who fucked with me. I wouldn’t start a fight, but I’d end it with efficiency. Gray wouldn’t wait for that shit to happen. He’d start a flat-out war on an inkling.
“You ain’t a burden, baby,”
“You and me, we’re gettin’ lost in my happy place tonight. Fuck the rest of the world.”
“If you went missin’, I’d tear the fuckin’ world apart until I found you,” I snapped with conviction.
“I’m goin’ to protect my baby.
There wasn’t a damn person on the planet Gray wouldn’t sacrifice if it meant saving me. Including himself.
“I mean that, baby. It’s you and me up against the world. Not a damn thing can stop us. Except maybe a demon. Or a bullet. Liquid nitrogen would too. I really ain’t very good at these epic fuckin’ speeches about love and all that shit, baby. I just love you, and you love me, and not a damn other thing matters.”
Lmfao
Ryder was home.
