It's Been Already 2 Years Since Eddie Munson And I Still Cannot Stop Thinking About How Much I Need Him

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

i need this man to fuck me before i need to be put in a straight jacket because i will become a danger to myself and everyone else

okay but going off wearing butchers sweater while he fucks you… wearing butchers clothes makes him inhumanely horny, he just pushes aside what he’s doing to fuck you no matter what… he’s explaining a mission to the boys and glances at you in the kitchen making tea or smth and you’re wearing his sweater? IMMEDIATELY he tells everyone to fuck off and if they don’t leave in time then that’s on them 🤷‍♀️

he does not give a fuck if someone sees

he'd fuck you in the middle of a street if you were up to it and i am sure of it

but back to the sweater, it makes him so feral and possessive when you wear it, or anything that is his to be fair. he could just take you right here when he sees you in un something of his.

and as you said, he'd see you during a meeting? screw the meeting and screw the other cunts, all he sees is you and how he is about to ruin you

the team knows at this point that when he gives a look your way it'd be better if they just left for another country because all of america will be hearing your screams

so im alive still

i had a lot of stuff going on but im alive and i will be back i promise

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

I need Butcher to eat it noisy and sloppy from the back. Like, moaning while he laps, sucks, and nips at you. His nose, lips, and beard shimmering with slick. His huge, veiny hands gripping your ass to keep you spread. Supporting your squirming weight with his muscled arms. Speaking directly to your pussy as he slaps it.

“Oh, such a good cunt, yeah? Look at’cha, all messy for daddy, huh?”

writing this has me throbbing 😭

i'm just leaving this here because yes

thats all my brain can come up with

it decided to short circuit

i love butcher brainrot

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 ^^

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

thigh riding butcher… hnngh

he will make you ride his thigh while he explains the plan to the boys

everyone is embarrassed except for him, he is thriving and not giving a fuck, while you, my dear, are dying inside from the embarrassment and the fact that this setting is actually making you turned on.

you're doing everything in your power to not let out any embarrassing noises, hiding your head in the crook of butcher's neck, biting him occasionally when it gets too much.

he loves teasing you like that

but later when he ends and everyone leaves you two alone and the speed of light?

he is on you, ripping your clothes apart, making you ride his jean clad thigh, leaving one big, wet, visible mark when you come.

he does not care that you are tired, after this, he is making you ride his dick and of you are just too tired he will manhandle you to any position he wants, like a ragdoll, fucking you on every piece of furniture he can.

my writing is more a stream of consciousness, idc that it may not make sense, it's butcher for goodness sake he makes my mind blank and full at the same time

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.