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Send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone.

#askbox

rpmusings-galore‌:

who the hell gave you the right

to hurt me?

#{ b; things that haunt him }

shittyrpstartersforpp

Send me 🍠 to walk on my muse masturbating!

#askbox

I need to run far away Can’t go back to t h a t place Like he told me I'm just a big disgrace

#{ b; things that haunt him }

I walk alone, think of home Memories of long ago No one knows I l o s t My S O U L long ago

#{ b; what lies underneath }

Make your muses as bbies!

[[ More shock. Butch wasn’t a happy child. ]]

tagged: Stolen tagging: Anyone

#;out of recon;#mun;things

╳ FLAWS.

♔ STRENGTHS.

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

tagging: @britishbountyhunter ; @knockknockmate ;

#{ ;What you shouldn’t know ;; (headcanons) }

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SIG SAUER P238

#{ b; his tools }#weapons

fearstainedxwinter

Reblog if you are into Polyamory Shipping/Ship

It can be your OT3, or maybe your OT3+

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coup-de-maine‌:

Butch is quick to remove his shirt and gives a breathy moan as he watches Maine. “You can watch or even touch if you want.” He tells him as he continues to touch himself, back arching a little off the bed. It’s been some time since Butch managed to get what he wanted, especially being choked the way Maine did it.

He wasn’t expecting to be here at this point, he thought he’d be in his own bunk or the showers dealing with himself. Yet this was far better than doing it alone. Even having someone watch was exciting to the agent.

“Rough. Doing things rough is always good.” He removes the rest of his clothing at this point, completely exposing himself to Maine. Butch curls his fingers around his length and does slow strokes, taking his time. “What about you, mm? Do you like being rough?” He purrs out with a moan mixed in.

#coup-de-maine #nsfw

coup-de-maine‌:

He waits, until he thinks the lack of oxygen might put the man out, then gently places him on the ground. Garburator forgotten- besides, Maine had other wants right now, involving somewhere quiet and private.

He picks the man up again, tossing him over his shoulder instead of waiting for any light headedness to recover. Its a quiet march down the hall, eyes focused straight ahead as he walks. Who was going to stop Maine anyways? Or ask him what he was doing carrying Florida around like a rag doll? Some questions are better left unanswered. Just as any knocks on his bedroom door would go for the next little while.

Once inside he drops the other man on the bed and begins pacing- unsure of what to do with himself let alone another person. Eyes bare down on him after a few solid strides and a question.

“Liked that?”

Florida would have been quite alright with passing out from the lack of oxygen. He’d be able to handle himself later with the thoughts. Though that isn’t what happens, air fills his lungs once again and he’s let go; nearly falling off his feat. But he’s saved from Maine picking him up over his shoulder. He’s still in a bit of a pleased state as he watches the floor while Maine walks, not caring much of where they were heading.

He lays on the bed, enjoying the comfort of the bed. His breathing heavy and some soft noises still leaving him. “V-Very much so.. It was so lovely.” He purrs out as he slowly shifts around on the bed and looks at the man.

#coup-de-maine #nsfw

coup-de-maine‌:

He pauses. Not that it changes anything about his grip. More just his breathing and any action he would have considered taking after this moment. He knows those sounds, no he wasn’t that dense. But the situation- its…

His pulse starts to hammer- cruelty always having that effect on him but now its paired with something else. Something he pursues despite the confusion of the moment. Biceps harden, taking more of Florida’s weight until he’s holding the other man up, inches from the floor. Watching quietly for how that affects him.

Being lifted off the floor was not something expected, but does he enjoy it even more. He loved playing with life and death, especially when it was left in someone else’s hands. Butch’s face twists in pleased expression, breathless moans managing to escape his lips.

He lifts himself a little, not to alleviate the sensation, it was more instinctive than anything else. He looks at Maine with a rather delighted expression on his face.

#coup-de-maine #nsfw #[[ Butch why you like this ]]

coup-de-maine‌:

The comments surrounding Florida were typically that of odd, strange and outright weird and while Maine could certainly see that now- he was hardly going to judge the man’s one request. People liked to call him mean names too.

Both it is. Each finger curled delicately around the whole of his neck. This didn’t seem as fun as a swimming pool of blood in the sink but- good things come to those that wait he supposed.

He doesn’t know how to gauge pressure, so he just goes for less than regular neck snapping pressure. Pretty sure he’d be in trouble for killing a fellow agent.

The mere feeling of Maine’s fingers curling around his neck has Butch trembling with excitement. There’s a heat to his face and a soft moan that leaves him as there is pressure applied. He practically melts into Maine’s hold, having to grab his wrists just to keep himself on his feet.

There’s noises coming from him. Ones he cannot help but make. He would’ve stayed quiet, but there’s just something about the situation that has him all too excited.

#coup-de-maine #[[ Butch is the worse person to taint someone ]]#[[ Because no-- ]]#[[ I'm sorry for him ]]#nsfw;ish