I Need This Man To Fuck Me Before I Need To Be Put In A Straight Jacket Because I Will Become A Danger

he looks so slutty in his little sweater

makes me wanna suck his dick and then ride him till I or he passes out (probably me)

or him fucking me while i wear his sweater? even better

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 hope western leftists know that standing for a free Palestine is not the end of decolonization. I've seen far too many white leftists who proudly stand for freeing Palestine which is good but then get nervous and apprehensive at the idea of decolonizing the very land they are on. Norway will recognize Palestine but actively tear down Sámi liberation. Liberation for one people means it for us all. If you support Palestinian liberation but deny it for the Indigenous people of the land you're on then you didn't stand for Palestinians or any of us to begin with.

started watching the boys recently but tbh all i care about are billy butcher’s glistening bouncing hairy triple d cup tiddies

said she wanted five guys she aint talkin about burgers

i cannot fix him

i can fuck him tho

he whimpers when you pull his hair

but also it riles him up so much that the nearest piece of furniture is broken and so are you, not being able to think, speak coherently or walk

but he also cuddles you afterwards, gives you forehead kisses and tells you how good you were

is this seat taken sir?

billy butcher, the man that you are

the only thing i can think about lately is how much i need his tongue down my throat while he holds my face possessively, and my back is against some nasty wall of some abandoned building and he tells me what good girl i am and how good he will make me feel and then he proceeds to take my ability to walk away while he mocks me about how cock drunk i am