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.
Y/N, pointing: Is this seat free? Ghost: That's my lap Y/N: That doesn't answer my question Ghost: Yeah its free Ghost, pointing to his face: but this ones more comfortable Y/N: *short circuits*
butcher jerks off to the thought of how sweet and nice you are. it turns him on so bad seeing what a sunshune you are, no negative thoughts clouding your mind. he imagines letting his stress out on you in bed, corrupting you and making you cock drunk, drool spilling out of your mouth while he bruises you and marks you snd ruins you for any other man
ik that's unsanitary and all... but i need him to fuck me while he is still covered in blood
sometimes a babygirl is a 46 y.o man
Homie in a nutshell…
i'm not a sam or a dean girl, i want them both in me
jensen ackles: it's clear text
me:
i'm just putting this out there cause i need this man biblically
someone look at me like that before i go mad
sucking butcher's dick while he drives around at night so you can have a moment alone and away from the boys
Best description of Supernatural and destiel ever