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‘The loudest man in the room is the weakest, Mr. Walker.’ Fuck. Off. If I had to listen to that asshole quote ‘American Gangster’ one more time, I was going to put a bullet through my own damn skull.
The funny thing about being raised in a cage is it makes you angry… and angry people want vengeance.
I loved fucking dudes. There was just something about bending over a pretty alpha male and making him see Jesus through his asshole. Nothing got me off faster than a good ol’ fight for dominance that ended with me literally on top.
The ginger-haired sex god in question walked into the room abruptly, and my jaw literally dropped. That picture online had not done him justice. Forget muscles. I was suddenly craving a ginger snap.
She met life’s obstacles with a sort of detached optimism, as if she lived entirely in the now and never worried about the future or dwelled on the past.
To make matters worse, the more afraid I became, the harder my dick got… yeah. In case you didn’t already think I was enough of a freak with the whole funeral home thing, coupled with the fact that I see dead people, I should probably mention that fear turns me on.
What did a mercenary and a mortician have in common? Dead. Fucking. Bodies.
“You don’t like ginger snap? I thought it was cute.” “It’s. Not. Cute. You’re a fucking intruder! You attacked me with a gun!”
“Mmmhmm. SooOOoOoo straight, mortuary boy. Maybe tell that to your boner. It seems to have missed the memo.”
Jesus fucking Christ, it should be illegal to be that hot. Ryan mother fucking Fairview had my ticket, let me tell you.
It seemed I had a brat on my hands, which was literally my favorite. I loved it when they fought back. I got to punish them and teach them their place.
Vox was hot as fuck. It was a literal crime that he was straight. And I don’t mean like, ‘I’m straight, but I still get a boner while wrestling with my sexy home invader’ straight. He was straight, straight. Like, dude didn’t even like seeing my weiner, and my dick was a thing of fucking beauty if I did say so myself.
“Just because I won’t kill you doesn’t mean I won’t punish you, Ryan,”
“That’s it, straight boy. Come for me.”
Operation ‘Win Ryan’s Heart’ was off to one of the rockiest starts to ever rockily start.
“Who’s not going to speak to you again?” she asked. “The hottest, most spooky ginger boy I’ve ever met,”
Non-con is not cute in real life.”
You can’t use your mental health as a valid reason for being a huge dingus,
You can’t be a vigilante who kills child abusers and then turn around and abuse innocent people yourself, Cal. It’s hypocritical.”
He was basically begging for dick pics.
What man lol
Murder pays exceptionally well, Ryan. Know your worth.” He winked at me, and I pursed my lips.
Not just any apron. It was a frilly pink apron that said, ‘I put the bitch in obituary.’
And besides, if fear really does turn you on, how do you expect Mother fucking Teresa to ever get you off?”
“Look at us! Pimping out our siblings for personal gain. We’re so charming.”
“I’m not going to force you to officially come out, but when we’re in private, I’m allowed to touch you whenever I want. You will let me kiss you the way I want, fuck you the way I want, and suck you the way I want. When we’re behind closed doors, I’m in fucking charge from now on. You belong to me.”
In the words of the infamous Ariana Grande — I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it. I saw Ryan. I liked Ryan. I wanted Ryan. I got Ryan.
!!!!!
“You’re a control freak. It’s pretty common for people who are dominant in their day-to-day lives to crave being dominated in bed. It gives you a way to escape. It lets you give control to someone else for a change. You don’t have to think; all you have to do is relax and let your partner make you feel good.”
What you want in bed is not an accurate representation of who you are in real life.
He didn’t know that the bad guys were usually posing as heroes. Why do you think heroes always wore masks?
The way my entire body reacted to the sight of it made me nearly whimper out loud. I was so fucking gay. Yep. Super fucking gay.
“I promise, ginger snap. No butt whores.”
If worse came to worst, I would find a way to funnel my own damn blood into his body if I had to. He was not fucking dying on me. I wouldn’t allow it.
The glare he gave Dr. Callahan could have killed a houseplant.
“Fuck being normal, Ryan. Normal is boring. I love that you see dead people. I think it’s bad fucking ass that you live in a funeral home. On top of that, I think it’s hot that you’re a freckly red-headed man who likes gardening. Everything about you is attractive to me. You’re my lil’ spooky ginger boy, and I love the shit out of you.”
“Tell me you’re like no one else I’ve ever met. Tell me how irreplaceable you are. How you make my whole fucking life worth living.”
