I Hate Him But I'd Fuck The Shit Out Of Him

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

dean winchester might be a sex god, but he is also a little princess that needs to be taken care of

i love how both of these is jensen ackles

in one he looks like he is about to call me and my mother a cunt for simply existing and in the other he looks like he is about to turn into a golden retriever puppy and ask for cuddles

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

it's been already 2 years since Eddie Munson and I still cannot stop thinking about how much i need him to finger me

like i am sorry i just know he would be a god at it and it would be a religious experience for me

Homie in a nutshell…

give me 10 vodka redbulls and an ipod with unlimited music (preferably all of Chappell Roan and Lady Gaga music) and send me to the House of The dragon timeline so they can think i'm their god and i can go and finally tell Alicent to fuck all of it and go marry Rhaenyra before it's too late

BESTIE I NEED

I was planning on just keeping my Butcher long slow burn fic to myself…but the Butcher cult on here makes me wanna share.

Butcher fic share circle.

butcher waking up after a great nut

i said what i said

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