—𝑵𝑬𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵.

“Didn’t say no.”

“Wanna give me head?”

“Get to work cunts.”

“Me favorite look of @veepisms.”

Aww. She’s worried that she won’t?

Another scoff. It was hard to believe that she’d be able to make 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 fall in love with her—though it wouldn’t be surprising that she would end up betraying whoever she’d made fall in love with her. Hell, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 part would be almost 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. “‘E’s 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 delusional not to mention the fact that ‘e’s 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 the cunt now than ‘e was ‘fore, if that’s even possible.”

Well, as much as he 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 it—the woman had a pretty excellent point. A scoff mixed in with a low chuckle escaped past his lips. “O’ course, we’d ‘ave t’ get impossibly fuckin’ 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮..” The corners of his lips had already started tugging into a bit of his signature smirk. “𝘽𝙪𝙩, where there’s a 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡, there’s a 𝙬𝙖𝙮.” He stared at her for a few moments. “Makin’ ‘im fall 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 wit’ ya ‘n then betrayin’ ‘im?”

She’ll survive.

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨. Watching her carefully and closely for a few moments, he shifted his weight slightly again. “Such as?” He might as well hear her out, right?

𝙀𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮. Hell, an 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 amount of Butchers would be a hell of a lot better than multiple Homelanders.

His head tilted briefly, his dark hazel gaze narrowing slightly in her direction. “‘N ya would ‘ave the 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 idea on ‘ow t’ destroy the caped cunt, would ya?”

“A doppelgänger o’ mine took a 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙖𝙧 t’ yer ‘ead, eh? Now 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 interestin’….”

“Oh come off it. Bein’ surrounded by Butchers ain’t 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 bad.”

Aw, he and his bruvs aren’t 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 bad to have around. They’re better than certain 𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨.

Stab her in the eye.

The primal urge to strangle her is high.

Needy little thing.

What a cunt.

There’s only one who she prefers more.

🙄🙄🙄