—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵.

𝑮𝑶𝑫 𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝓠𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵 .ᐟ

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

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𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙩．

𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧.
⠀

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

You’re so good to me.

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

You can beat his ass to a pulp and then I can have the seat next to you while he bleeds out on the floor.

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

Seat 5’s about to get noisy. Do NOT come to my rescue. I’m right where I want to be.

[Kαмi🪆 @tunechistark]

Who would you rather sit with?

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

Meee-yowww.

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

To your heart’s content.

[〟𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 .ᐟ @SPllCEBOY]

⠀⠀

so i’m allowed to breathe
next to you, then ?

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[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

// actually what if

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

// thinking about my supe oc with molecular manipulation named atomik (atomix? working on it) and then i’m like

maybe i should just write atom eve

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

You’re not at risk, if it’s any consolation.

[〟𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 .ᐟ @SPllCEBOY]

⠀⠀

please, don’t.

⠀⠀

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

One of those days you just want to pop the next person who breathes in your direction.

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

@onlymninthesky — me to tell you this, but.

I just want to see you happy. Or as close as people like us can get. You’re important to me. Please don’t forget that.”

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

“I don’t want to just be forgiven.”

Taking his gloved hands in hers, kissing his knuckles and nuzzling against them.

“I need to atone.”

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

@onlymninthesky “Homelander.”

Vic reaches to take his empty hand but hovers just out of reach, not wanting to push him. She has a way of doing that from time to time — of which she is exceptionally self-conscious.

Too needy, too soft, too sentimental.

Too attached.

“I know you don’t need —

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

@onlymninthesky — gags on his length. Determined, perhaps overly ambitious, yet brushing soft circles in his skin with the pads of her thumbs to let him know he’s safe with her, even as she’s gulping him down.

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

@onlymninthesky A rather proud hum of delight rumbles from her lips against his skin, thoroughly pleased with his response.

Her hands move to grip his hips, digging her nails in and steering him into her. She’s terribly greedy when it comes to him, bobbing her head mercilessly as she nearly —

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

@onlymninthesky — nice and slow, inch by inch.

Not now.

She’s a woman on a fucking mission, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail to get it out of the way. Cheeks hollowed, taking him in long, fluid strokes, the very tip of her nose grazing against his pelvis as he glides down her throat.

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

@onlymninthesky These are certainly two people you do 𝙣𝙤𝙩 want to catch off guard.

But she’s not terribly worried.

No, she’s fixated on him, on the taste of him, on the way he twitches against her tongue. Usually she’d tease him — stare up at him with loving eyes, bat her lashes, take it —

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

@onlymninthesky — downright reverent) kisses.

“𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖,” she purrs, her final words before enveloping him in the warm velvet of her mouth.

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

@onlymninthesky There’s an eagerness in her expression that’s undeniable, delight sparkling in her eyes as she yanks down his trousers, wasting no time.

She quickly frees him from the confines of his clothing and takes him in her hand, peppering the length of his shaft in appreciative (if not —

[—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵. @veepisms]

// imagine if lilah morgan from angel worked for vought

holy moly