This Is A Safe Space For All The Girls' Who Want To Be Their Father's Number One Boy

eiffel tower with butcher and soldier boy is my current dream

i want to be left breathless and without the ability to speak, think or walk for approximately a week

my mother thinks i look much older than i am while everyone i meet thinks im max 16 y.o 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Add in the comments if you think you look your age and what others guess

butcher snatching my self respect and making me the most horny shit

I’ve never met anyone who else down horrendously bad for butcher until I found your page and honestly I can relate, I feel so seen knowing I’m not the only one out here day dreaming about getting railed by him, yall are so real🙏🙏🫂🫂

BUTCHER BRAINROT PEOPLE UNITE!!

this is about butcher ^^

anyone wanna be tagged when i finally post the butcher sundress post?

LOCK ME UP BEFORE I DO SOMETHING

I AM GOING HDHDJDJSJSJKA

IM A WHORE FOR THIS MAN

me and the gals talking about fictional men's cocks on tumblr dot com

Thinking and thinking and thinking some more about Boyfriend!Simon.

All big and scary. Pretty much always wearing black, and other muted colors, and his balaclava. He’s so big. So bulky. So muscular. And when he does deign to talk to anyone outside of his close circle, his voice is so deep and rough, isn’t it? The man is so very naturally intimidating and off putting, right?

And then there’s you…his girlfriend. His very cute, very pink girlfriend. Adorable, really.

So feminine, you are.

Always in some skirt or dress. With a ribbon or bow in your hair. Perhaps some sandals on your feet. Maybe some heels, depending on if you’re in the mood for them. Lip gloss on your lips, a generous dusting of blush on your cheeks…

You look angelic. Cherubic.

So different than your boyfriend.

You two contrast each other so very much.

You are a spectacle, for sure. The kind that, in some cases, really does make people stop and stare. Because really—you look like a pretty princess and her big hulking guard dog.

Little does anyone know that it is this “guard dog” of yours, your beloved boyfriend Simon, that picks out your every outfit.

It’s Simon that chooses which dress or skirt you wear for the day.

It’s Simon that decides whether bows or barrettes that adorn your hair.

He even has the final decision on how you get your nails done when you go to the nail salon.

Gel nails or acrylics. Coffin or almond shaped. French tips or plain color, or if you get a design. The design itself. Whether your nails are topped with those little jewels…

All of it. It goes through him.

Not that anyone would believe either of you if you were to reveal the truth (as if you ever would…).

The truth of the matter is that he quite likes dressing you up. His big, rough hands have been used for so much bad. So much destruction and pain has been caused by his hands. So, taking care of the ever so beautiful and delicate you, fills him with so much purpose and satisfaction.

Besides, there’s something to be said about being the one to dress you up in the way he desires…and then getting to undress you, too.

Dressing you up. Dressing you down. He enjoys it all.

And so do you!

You like being his pretty pink girlfriend. You like how carefully he decides on your outfit for the day. You like the look he gets in his eyes when he’s finally pleased with how he’s dressed you.

So you let him. You let him decide. You let him take control in this way.

Because you enjoy being his perfect little doll.

i am both of them at the same time, okay?

matched with a hot man on tinder but he managed to insult me and CASTIEL in the first message