#vic neuman

[demigoddessqueens]

Favorite type: morally dubious and dark haired

[serqphites]

thinking so hard abt overstim w victoria, being in her lap on ur sofa n js losing ur mind bouncing up and down on her strap thats js a lil toooo big

18+, mdni, overstim obvs, swearing, crying during sex, strap referred to as cock + dick, not proofread!

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victoria couldn���t pull her eyes off of you, those big brown eyes you love gazing up at you with such awe, a look of pure adoration evident in her expression. her view was immaculate. there you are sat in her lap just where you belong, mouth agape as long whines are drawn out from the back of your throat, your cheeks reddening (not the only cheeks reddening either) as she watches you try your best to push yourself further than you ever have before. and it’s all for her? how did she ever get so lucky.

“vic- s’too much” poor thing, you’d tried so hard to be good for her. tried so hard to keep your complaints to yourself as your gummy walls stretched and stretched further than you thought was humanly possible.

she tuts and shakes her head, one of her hands that had previously been glued to your hip now coming up to stroke the side of your neck, her hand resting just below your jaw as she brushes her thumb across the warm skin of your cheek. “you’re doing so good, c’mon be good for me just like you promised” god her words are so fucking gentle, it’s such a star contrast to what her dick is doing to you, practically touching your cervix.

you try your best to disagree with her. try so hard to tell her you don’t think you can do it. but the words crumble as they leave your throat, fading into a whimper that escalates into a cry. of pleasure? pain? victoria can’t tell. hell, you can’t tell.

tears begin to fall from your now open eyes as you look straight up, head rolling back with another elongated whine. “hey-” victoria’s grip on your neck tightens, her hand tugging your face down so she can look at her girl. it’s a sight for sore eyes, mascara staining your fucked out face. “i can stop, just say the word” her hips slow down, her strap thrusting into you at a much slower place. she’d be lying if she said you hadn’t spooked her a little. sure she knows you’d use your safe word if you really needed to, but she also knows that after an excruciatingly long day of listening to white men speak down on her, all you’re going to want to do is make your woman feel good.

letting out a shaky breath, you shake your head and lean forward into vicky, panting into her neck as you nuzzle close. she lets you go at your own pace, rolling your hips onto her girth and picking up your pace before you’re back to bouncing on her like your life depended on it.

“feel s’good vic- fillin’ me up with your- nnghhh” the claps of your ass against her bare thighs are enough to have victoria moaning your name by accident, it’s so quiet you actually miss it. but that’s probably just down to being so humiliatingly cock drunk on her.

pathetic noises fall from your lips as a placeholder for proper words, thank god your vicky always know exactly what you need. she nods wordlessly, her hands trailing down your body until she reaches your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before she’s pulling you down even deeper onto her with each bounce.

that does it for you, a loud cry of pleasure leaving your mouth through pants as you come undone for her, coating her strap with your cum. “gooood” her praises are stretched out (like you), her hands remaining on your ass while she helps you to roll your hips and ride out your high.

the aftercare you received after that was so good, you just couldn’t help from returning the favour by eating her out like a wild animal.

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anyways look how beautiful she is i’m acc soaked

[ballroombastardz]

Made this as a joke and I knew it'd be a tumblr banger. The fucking campaign video made me like lash myself forward stimming in my seat.

[thelolarahaii]

THE BOYS 3x04 | 4x03

[lowp0lyrat]

shipping victoria/homelander is like shipping a lesbian with her rabid chihuahua

[devskindawritingblog]

Hi, can you write a Victoria Neuman fic where Victoria and her lover are just finally having a relaxing time on vacation since Victoria is always working and popping heads (if you know what I mean.)

Warm Weather

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AN: My first Vicky request!!!!! The reader is gender neutral but Zoe does call them mama but the reader isn't necessarily a woman ( Just not a man). I don't really have a clear idea of when this is set in. I am mentioning the FBSA because why not? I honestly don't remember how old Zoe was so I made her like 6. I really love this request it’s so cute because she really does need a vacation. Also sorry if it sounds weird I like just finished editing it now 😅

word count rounded: 2.8k

Victoria sat in her office typing away at her computer. The whirl of the air conditioner lets off a quiet but steady humm and she skims through a report. The FBSA has been a huge workload for her and the work just seems to pile up. The report was somehow terribly written from someone in her bureau. There was a multitude of spelling mistakes and the person used the wrong their about 4 times. She sighs running her hand through her dark curled hair. Her eyebrows furrow creating the little lines on her forehead that you’d kiss when she was deep in concentration. 

She glances over at the clock and quickly back out the window as she realizes the sun is starting to set. She sighs again, reaching over to an old coffee to take a sip. She quickly spits the cold coffee back into the cup. Victoria grimaces and coughs as she stands up to drop it in a trash can near her desk. She leans against her desk looking out at the bright lit office buildings and flashing lights. Some of them are off as the employees pack up their desks and shut off their computers.

Victoria looks back over at her computer, she should really finish the report but it's getting late and she promised she would be home to put Zoe to bed. She pushes herself off her desk and goes over to her computer, shutting it. Right before she can slip it into her bag she hears her phone vibrate on the desk. Victoria grabs it, opening it up as a message from you comes through. 

“ Hiii Vicky, are you almost done at work? Zo Zo told me that mommy is a much better book reader then me 😘”

Victoria smiles and that's the last thing she needs to give her a final boost to quickly pack up and go home but before she texts you back.

“I’m on my way home, tell Zoey that i’ll read her one when I get home. I love you 😘”

As soon as she sends it she packs up her stuff quickly making her leave from the office and locking up. The way back to her home is a quiet one away from the bright city lights and blaring horns of traffic. Her quaint, cozy home was perfect for the three of you. It was away from press and work and has a park across the street for Zoe. She approaches the house unlocking the door. She peeks her head around the corner hoping to see you, but she realizes you and Zoe are probably in her bedroom. 

She slips off her coat, hanging it up on the hanger. She heads up stairs, the carpeted stairs creaking under her heels. She drops her stuff in your shared bedroom before heading into Zoe’s room slowly creaking open the door. She smiles at the sight of you and Zoe cuddled up asleep together on the bed. Your head is against Zoe’s headboard and Zoe is cuddled up to your side with a few story books scattered on the bed. She opens the door and walks toward the two of you chuckling to herself as she cleans up the books. 

She smiles fondly, kneeling beside the bed to give her daughter a kiss on the forehead. She cards her fingers through Zoe’s hair as the girl snuggles more into your side. Victoria shifts over to give you a kiss on the forehead as well, rubbing your arm softly trying to wake you up without startling you. “Babe…....wake up” She whispers, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as your eyes slowly blink awake. 

Your eyes adjust to the dim light as you breathe in quickly, spooked by the face looming over you. “Jesus f-..Vic..” You lay back against the bed when you realize it's just her. “My gosh Vicky…..you scared me. I thought you were.. I don't know. I must have fallen asleep while I was laying with Zoe.” You say rubbing your eyes. “Sorry honey I didn't mean to scare you.” She smiles softly pulling you into a soft kiss. “I told her that I'd cuddle with her until you got home… I guess we were both a little sleepy.” You say after you pull away from the kiss. You smile fondly as you reach over to fix Zoe's hair and slip out from under her. You lay her head down on the pillow and tuck her in before giving her a little kiss.

You slowly slip out of bed and follow Victoria to your shared bedroom. She slips off her work clothes heading to the bathroom to wipe off her makeup and put on her pajamas. You lay on the bed slipping under the covers. “How was work baby?” You ask as you hear a dramatic groan coming from the bathroom. “Ughh don’t even get me started on work today babe.” Victoria grumbles to herself peeking her head out of the bathroom before she slips under the covers with you. “Hey…. maybe you need a little break? You say pulling her into your arms and running your fingers through her curled hair. “A break would be perfect.” She sighs, settling with her head on your chest. “I'm being serious though. You need a break. You need a vacation away from all the work and supes. Just me, you and Zoe on some beach, somewhere far away. Hopefully with a spa.” You explain while rubbing her back as if you had this idea planned for a while.

“I’d love a vacation. I’m just so tired and stressed with work…… but you know I do need a break and I want to do something fun with Zoe before she gets to the age that she is embarrassed to be around us” Victoria laughs and sighs, imagining a warm break lounging on the beach. The three of you havent been on a true vacation since you took a road trip a few years ago to go visit your family. “See! It's a great idea ....c'mon you're like the boss right? You can totally take a break. They can handle it without you for a week. Hughie is pretty competent at his job.” You joke as she looks up, shooting you that look. 

She mulls it over, her face is twisted into deep concentration as she thinks it over. You smile leaning down to kiss the lines that appear on her forehead. Victoria smiles scrunching up her nose and you tilt your head down to kiss it too. “........fine you're right. Let's do it. Let's go on a vacation!” She exclaims and pulls you into a deep kiss.

~A month later~ 

Victoria was finally able to get a full week off for the vacation to your excitement and Zoes of course. She was ecstatic to go somewhere warm, she raved about bringing home a pet dolphin. Neither of you were about to break her heart so you went along with it. You spent the night before packing all of her stuff into her own little suitcase. Zoe hardly slept the night before, she ended up sleeping in between the two of you on your bed. It was Zoe’s first time on a plane and she was somehow more excited then scared. She sat next to the window almost the whole ride. Victoria spent the flight reading a book you got her for her birthday that she never had the time to read.

It was about mid day when the plane landed. The air was humid but nice compared to New York weather. It was a bright blue day. The perfect day for a vacation. Zoe was standing in between you and Victoria. She was holding one of each of your hands as she swung back and forth, brimming with excitement. The three of you made it to the hotel room and flopped down on the beds exhausted after the day you’ve had. It felt so peaceful and calm laying in the hotel room. Well as peaceful as your 6 year old jumping on the bed. Zoe did eventually calm down and go to bed in between you and Victoria.

“This is so perfect, baby. Tomorrow is going to be so much fun. I'm thinking we could go to the beach…. I did a lot of research. I know you like plans but we're on vacation. But if not, I have lots of ideas.” You ramble on as Victoria watches smiling fondly as she nods, taking it all in. “That all sounds wonderful baby. I love all your ideas and research… but i'm also totally alright with just doing anything. I'd love to just relax.” She says holding your hand in hers as she lays her hand on your shoulder. “Yeah.. relax. We can do that…. Plus I’d love to see you in a bathing suit.” You smirk, leaning down to give her a kiss on the side of her neck.  

“Oh…. really?” Victoria smirks, pulling back this time giving you a kiss on the neck. “Yeah. I’ve only seen you in those pants suits… which do make you look really hot babe, but I think we both need some beach time” You sigh leaning into her kisses as she doesnt pull away. “I agree.” Victoria grins, pulling back to kiss you on the forehead. You both fell asleep cuddled up with Zoe sprawled out on top of you. The soft snores of your wife and daughter helped lull you to sleep.

You woke up to the little whispers of Zoe as she tried to wake you up. She speaks softly into your ear as she pokes your cheek. “Mama? Mama?” She whispers poking you cheek rapidly and as you eyes flutter open she moves her attention to Victoria. “Mommy? Mommy?” She continues poking Victoria in the cheek. Victoria groans and rolls over waking up as well. “Zoe? It's a little early for this…Can you go back to sleep?” Victoria grumbles sleepily as she plays with Zoe's hair. “How about you cuddle with us for a little longer?” She says pulling her close as you cuddle into both of them. You give both of them a kiss before drifting back to sleep to the constant stream of questions from Zoe.

When the three of you finally got up it was at a more decent time. You all went down to get breakfast and helped Zoe make waffles. Vic made a b-line to the coffee. Even if she is on vacation Victoria definitely needs her coffee, especially to deal with Zoe. After breakfast Zoe begged to go to the beach, it would be her first time after all. The three of you got all dressed up for the beach.

You chased Zoe around the hotel room trying desperately to get sunscreen on her. “ Zoe! Come here please! C’mom this isn’t funny” You chase her around as she giggles screaming about how “you’ll never catch me”. She somehow evaded you for a good minute before Victoria scooped her up as she came out of the bathroom. The young girl squeals as Victoria carries her over to you. Zoe gives in letting you  put sunscreen on her. 

As the three of you make it to the beach Zoe makes her way right to the water. You and Victoria put the stuff down before following her into the water. “Mama! Mommy! Look at the waves, I’m gonna be a surfer when I’m older.” She giggles and splashes around in the shallow waves. “ I’m sure you’d be an amazing surfer Zo .” Victoria says, smiling  fondly as the three of you make your way deeper into the water.

As much as Zoe loved the ocean she still isn’t that tall. She waddles over to you the water up to her chest. You scoop her up in your arms placing her on your hip so she can continue to enjoy the water. “Mommy! Look, I'm a mermaid!” Zoe giggles as you dip her into the water and she swims over to Victoria scoops her up. “Good job bug. You’re a very pretty mermaid” Victoria beams as she spins Zoe around in the water. 

Victoria whispers something into Zoe’s ear with a devilish grin spreading on her lips. That same smile spreads on your daughter's lips, she really is Victoria’s daughter.  You raise an eyebrow. “Hey… what are you two planning.” Zoe giggles before she splashes you. You gasp and cover your face. “You little devils.” You giggle and playfully splash them back.

You spent more time just enjoying the water before you made your way back to your beach towels. Zoe got right to work making a sand castle because instead of a mermaid she wants to be the ocean princess now. You and Vic layed out the towels on the sand so you could relax. “If you're gonna tan at least  put some sunscreen on.” You say as Victoria lays down putting on her sunglasses. “C’mom, don’t make me chase you like Zoe.” You giggle poking her in the side. 

“Fine….. you’re the responsible one. I don't want to get sunburnt. Especially not on my vacation.” Victoria sighs and rolls over reaching for the sunscreen. “Wait… let me do it. You always can’t reach that part on your back.” You smirk, grabbing the sunscreen. She shoots you a knowing look before smiling back and rolling over for you. You squirt some into your hand and rub along the small of her back. She sighs softly letting out a small noise. “ Wow, that actually feels really good.” She relaxes, closing her eyes. “You’re really really tense Vic.. you definitely needed this.”

Victoria leans into your touch as you massage the sunscreen into her back muscles. You move up to her shoulders massaging it in. You make your way down her arms and back to her legs kneading it in. She sighs rolling over and chuckling. “You really got into that huh? You got like magic hands baby. Thank you.” She smiles leaning up to pull you into a soft kiss. She finishes with the sunscreen and lays down on the towel. 

After the long day at the beach you, Victoria and Zoe all went out for dinner at the hotel. There ended up being a little movie night that you also went to. It was Moana which was perfect because it has been Zoe’s favourite movie for a while now. She danced and sang along, having the best time of her life. Till she crashed and ended up falling asleep in Vic’s arms. 

You carried a very asleep Zoe to the room while Vicky walked beside watching you occasionally leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. You laid Zoe down on the bed to sleep and you and Victoria went out to the balcony to enjoy the warm breeze and beautiful sunset. You both sat on a lounge chair cuddled up together. Vicky had her head rested on your shoulder while you intertwined your fingers. You pressed a little kiss to her forehead breaking the silence.

“It’s beautiful….. Today was perfect.” You sigh smiling as Victoria pulls her head out and gives you a smile. “ it really is…. Gosh I really needed this. Spending time with my two favourite people.” “You also look really good in a swimsuit baby.” You tease kissing along her neck. She laughs a hint of teasing In her voice “ oh? Is that why you wanted to rub me down earlier?” She smiles, raising a brow at you. “That is not what I was doing. I was protecting my wife from the dangerous sun rays while giving you a massage. Plus you liked it.” You shoot back with no bite to your tone.

She sighs and cuddles into you. “I’m just kidding love….it was wonderful. You have like magic hands.” She says holding your hand out to inspect them. “ Maybe I should have been like a masseuse.” You chuckle to yourself. “Hmm no these magic hands are just for me” she says leaning down to kiss the back of your hand softly. You return a kiss this time to her lips. You cuddle back into her side as the sun starts to set. The sun slowly begins to sink behind the sea. It would be a beautiful sight had your wife not been sitting next to you. She lays head on your shoulder as the both of you sit in comfortable silence. The perfect end to a vacation day, you couldn't wait for the next days to come.

[ghostampire]

I don't give a fuck so this gorgeous woman took her stuff and her lovely daughter and left this fucking country. she did it. sage saved her ass and now vic is living happily under a different name in a fancy house with her lovely wife

[kuvwrlds]

victoria neuman is a WOMAN KISSER SHE KISSES WOMEN i know this for a FACT

[lexishoney]

family angst in this episode>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[spongebobafettywap]

I have to wonder why the showrunners decided on Giancarlo's character being called Stan Edgar instead of James Stillwell? I know the show is going for a different approach to the comics and that's honestly a good call because the comics are mostly poorly written edgelord crap. But James Stillwell was a good character and it's obvious Stan Edgar is an adaptation of him.

Madeline Stillwell never felt like an adaptation of James Stillwell to me, she has the last name but other than that and being in the same position at Vought the personality doesn't remind me of him at all. She's way too close to Homelander and is also scared of him.

James Stillwell was not scared of him at all and only viewed him as a bad product just like Stan does.

The other cases of gender swap are interesting because to me Grace Mallory feels very much like Greg Mallory from the comics with the only difference being their gender. And Victoria Neuman is the inverse of how Stillwell was adapted because Victoria is a likeable and intelligent secret Superhuman Politician. Vic the Veep was just a dumbass Human politician clearly designed as a fictionalised version of George W. Bush lol.

[psyxhic-angels]

spoilers for the boys s4 finale‼️

what if the vic who butcher ripped in half was actually the shapeshifter?

[o9session]

she already is trying to fuck me damn. Let me be funny first then you can hit.

VICTORIA NEUMAN bots because ohhh darling..

✦ | red river. ✦ | devil's work. ✦ | oh, baby.

[serqphites]

soooo… how are we guys feeling about the finale..?

[lowp0lyrat]

butcher needs to die im not even kidding peepaw needs to go

[horror-sapphic]

HER ★ GIRL | Victoria Neuman x Fem Reader

Summary: You're having an affair with Vice President Victoria Neuman, and you're her star girl.

Cw: Secret affair, Smut/NSFW(18+), “light” dom/sub dynamic, spanking mentioned, slight hair-pulling kink (Vic), hinted pain kink(Vic), escorting mentioned (r), desk sex, Strap-on(R receiving), cum licking, cum handkerchief used as a gag, this is straight up filth tbh, angst, secret mutual pining, not much dialogue

A/N: Inspired by a post I saw by @princesssmars, I couldn't stop thinking about it. This was supposed to be like 200 words but i literally couldn’t stop writing omg I need her.

Barley proofread (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I wrote and "checked" this in one sitting)

V.N Masterlist

wc: 1.9k +

You quickly became Neuman’s star girl.

You undoubtedly stood out from all the other girls Victoria would hire for nights of lustful fun, she fell in love with the sight of you working between her legs while tucked under her desk while she worked.

She’s still locked in on the memory of you two a few nights ago, she remembers the contrast of her quiet office being disturbed by her loud broken moans coming from her widened lips as your pillowy mouth has been tightly latched on her leaky cunt for the past hour, your jaw hurt but you didn’t care since you love her taste as much she loves yours.

Your forehead is lightly coated in sweat from the lost time you’ve spent on your knees, while your ass is stuck out and lightly colored pink from the spanking she enjoyed dishing out to you earlier.

She’d have you snuck in after hours by her most trusted guards, She can now easily recognize your speedy footsteps “discreetly” rushing down the echoey hallway by the clinking that comes the designer shoes she’d send you as a ‘thanks’ for your hard work. She’s already wet, daydreaming about what the night has to offer, she can see it now. You both slick with sweat taking turns making each other cum again and again.

She’s so hungry for you, that she doesn’t even have the patience to start your routine of normal small talk. Or even start by telling you how sexy you look in the skimpy lace dress you picked out for her to take off, she simply slams the door shut and pushes you against it immediately finding the waistband of your underwear, dipping her desperate finger to toy with your throbbing cunt.

“You miss me?” she teases under her breath, earning a sloppy nod from you. She drops to her knees pulling your thin panties down your long soft legs and throws them aside while you bunch up your dress to look down at her, she grabs your leg slinging it over her shoulder.

“Not used to seeing me on my knees huh? you get special treatment tonight hun” Her voice is laced with arousal. She wastes no time before diving into your hungry cunt and latching her mouth on your raised clit — sucking and licking the bud, she ignores your whines and continues to press her face into you more, becoming pussy drunk from your aroma.

She pulls back to look up at your messy state and meets your drowsy eyes with her starved ones, her pink lips covered with your slick. She motions you to bend down to suck on the two fingers she has held up so she can use them to move your wetness around before thrusting them inside your tightness to be greeted by your warmth.

She continues to ignore your wails and starts fucking you faster, drinking in the feel of you tightening around her digits, the lewd sounds of your sopping cunt being stuffed relentlessly by her snug fingers makes her cunt drip. Your slick begins to trickle down her working hands as she greedily licks the trail up, ending up back at your raised clit that’s poked up from between your glistening folds.

Her warm lips wrap around your clit once more earning a pitchy whimper from you, her mean taunting eyes cutting back at you as her movements intensify.

Pummeling her pumping fingers inside of you, repetitively hitting the soft spongy spot lodged in your squirming cunt.

Her sucking intensifies, the speed of her fingers drive you crazy as you begin to sluggishly thrash against the thick white door your body is pushed against, your hand begins to wonder from its current spot on your hard nipples and finds its way into her thick hair — lightly pulling on it as your pointy heel slightly digs into her back, gaining a deep growl from her.

It all became too much. The pounding from her fingers, her mouth latched on your clit sucking hard, and the sound of your drenched cunt filling the room drove you over the edge. Your cunt begins to spasm around her — you feel her smirking against you, your cries become louder and she takes no initiative to quiet you down.

Your vision goes blurry and your knees slightly dip as you climax, her movements slow down but don’t completely stop —letting you ride your orgasm out, your body still slightly jerking as you’re still coming back down to normal. Your grip on her hair softens as she pulls her fingers out, tasting her girl on them before standing up with a proud grin on her face.

She pulls a handkerchief out of her all-black suit to wipe your residue off her face. She grabs your jaw and forces it to open with her thumb, stuffing the cloth in your mouth.

“Bend over the desk” she firmly spits out, your legs still weak from the rough play she previously displayed on your cunt with no mercy. You wobble over to her desk trying to ignore the feeling of your cum smudged between your legs, you can feel her staring while you do as you're told — bending over her dark wooden desk.

Your tongue gently toys with the cloth lodged in your mouth in anticipation, you hear the sound of her dress pants being unzipped and kicked off amongst ripping and clicks. Your hands begin to instinctively pull your dress up to have it pool by your waist, then find themselves behind your back waiting for her next move. You feel her come up behind you, slowly rubbing your ass with her soft hands before pulling it further apart — prodding her index finger at your soaked hole once more.

“Gooood” she praises, and without teasing she pushes in making you widen your legs even more, your whines become muffled by the makeshift gag which only intensifies in pitch as she slips her index finger out and adds her second finger, scissoring them to stretch you out.

Your legs grow weaker from pleasure, feeling that familiar build in the pit of your stomach. She gently pulls her fingers from you as you feel the tip of a condom that’s placed on her fake cock at your entrance, you begin to wonder how many nameless working girls she fucked with it.

The jealous thought is shoved from your fucked out brain as she doesn’t even give you any time to get used to the size of her cock before fully thrusting it into your soaked cunt, “Fuck” she whimpers behind you.

The feeling of her cock easily slipping in and out of you as she begins to slam harder into you, your ass meeting the base of her strap just riles her up even more.

The gentle knocking of her clit against the strap makes her more wet than she has been all night, she looks down at your hands behind your back as you lay over her desk getting fucked out by her.

She takes in the sight of your face contorting in pleasure while the cloth gag shyly peaks out from your mouth, taking one of her hands to grab yours that's placed on your back and her other by your face to add more force behind her thrusts.

You love being fucked senseless like this by her, your eyes can’t help but roll over as the squelching from your cunt is the loudest thing in the room.

Only she can fuck you like this.

You feel yourself leaking onto her desk below you and you can’t help but smirk at the messiness from tonight's activities, she bends her mouth down to your ears while her thrusting doesn’t slow down not one bit. God you love this.

She whispers in your ear about how good you are at taking her cock, she praises and mocks you before asking if you want to cum. You desperately nod and whine as she somehow starts to pound into you harder and faster than she’s done all night, you hear her breathing pick up as her little whimpers grow louder at your ear. This speeds your orgasm up as you can tell hers isn't far behind.

The tight coil in your stomach starts to build up with a burn as you can feel yourself close to another promised orgasm, you let out one last cry of pleasure before cumming hard around her.

Your tight cunt clamping and gushing around her cock as she’s cumming with you, you feel her hips stutter as her climax fills her senses. She thrusts a few more times before completely pulling out of you. You weakly moan out at the empty feeling.

You lay there for a second before feeling her mouth behind you fixed on your cunt again, cleaning you up. She pulls away and stands back up “You did good” she lipped, her voice still breathy from cumming.

She turns you around to take in your disordered state of watery eyes, and slight drool swimming in the corner of your mouth. ‘Pretty’ she thinks to herself. She gently pulls you from the desk and takes the makeshift gag out of your mouth, tossing it aside to kiss you.

This takes you back as this isn’t something she does very often, you both tiredly moan into each other's mouth before she pulls back to look over your shoulder at her desk. You turn to see what she’s looking at and see a small patch of your arousal on it.

“Lick. it. up.” she teasingly said, you voluntarily walked back over to the spot you previously lied on – doing what she instructed. Licking up your liquids, which came with a hint of embarrassment, ‘there’s so much’ you think to yourself, you can feel her brown-eyes gaze burning a hole through you.

After the spot is licked clean you find yourself back on your feet waiting for any more instructions she has to give, she puts her pants back on and puts away her toy and you can’t help but watch her walk to her black chair behind her “tidy” desk she just fucked you on, as she-man spreads before patting her now dressed thigh.

You confidently stride to sit on her leg as she pulls out her checkbook and metal black and gold pen and begins to write your payment for tonight's events, part of you wants to tell her that it isn't necessary and that these past nights that you spend with her no longer feel like work and you love how she makes you feel.

But the other part of you knows that she’s not one for having girls stick around, she likes to have them in and out. You’re the only one she’s ever had repetitively. The second she gets an inkling that they have feelings, they end up never seeing her again.

As someone in her political position, these paid nightly pursuits would destroy her career, so you quietly sink into yourself while watching her write out commas and numbers – forcing any pining after her to quiet down inside you.

She rips the check out with a tight-lip smile, you look at the long roll of numbers and stand up – walking over to put it in the pocket of the long black coat you came in with. You hear her punch in numbers on her black phone on her desk calling for her guards to come and pick you up.

She hangs up with a click before walking over to take you to the door she had previously fucked you against. She helps you put your coat on before giving you away to her guards, the familiar sound of your heels clinking against the white marble floors of the hallway fills her ears once more, as she dreadfully watches you walk away from her.

Again.

A/n: Very nervous to post this but thank you for reading. Pls reblog if you enjoyed it!

[lesbiannnsstuff]

im in LOVE with this yall

Too Cute to be Angry

Synopsis: A night spent talking to politicians and alt right superheroes is enough to drive anyone crazy but it's sister sage that puts you over the edge

Pairing: Victoria Neuman x fem!supe!reader (feline shifter)

Words: 3k+

A/N - self ingulgent little cat girl fic with my favourite supe written entirely for myself :)

WARNINGS - swearing, brief mention of murder and homophobia

Victoria Neuman was the busiest woman you know. if she wasn't spending her days in meetings or on Zoom calls, she was attending interviews or making speeches. she was a very driven woman. had big goals. ones you could hardly even fathom but not from lack of trying. you wanted to be part of her world but at the same time, it was so difficult to comprehend. it's not as simple as black and white. the people she surrounded herself with weren't always the best and for the most part, it's clear she tries to keep you out of it. possibly some misguided attempt to protect you.

it was a rare afternoon that was cleared just for you. nobody else around. no work calls or meetings. just the two of you sharing a quiet moment. laying on the couch with your head in her lap.A delicate hand scratches behind the feline ears that live upon your head. it feels good; and calming.a sluggish but continuous rhythm that was drawing you to drowsiness. She wouldn't mind. it wouldn't be the first time nor the last that you fell asleep on her.

"babe,"

"yeah?"

"how would you feel about going out tonight?" the answer was no. it was always going to be no. you were too content with a quiet evening to suddenly have plans thrust upon you.

"Where?" you question anyway and her hand slows.

"Tek knights." a mumbled answer that your ears pick up loud and clear. she couldn't be serious right now. there is absolutely zero reason why she would be going to see Tek Knight for anything but business and she already promised you no business tonight. it was just gonna be the two of you.

"Are you... serious?"

"some fancy party."

"no," replied snappily. "dude is creepy."

"When have you ever met tek knight?"

"once actually," you state, moving yourself up to look at her. "and he was fucking weird- asked inappropriate questions about my tail." you swish your tail, gently grazing it against her cheek.

"Well, you can just avoid him all night," Victoria insists, shoving your tail away. "I'd really like you to come."

"no thank you, can you go back to scratching behind my ears now." you lay back down.

"no,"

a heavy sigh. "Victoria," whined softly, as you nuzzled into her lap. you're tempted to gently bite her thigh but you don't. that would not help your case right now. "please?"

"if you agree to come I'll give you all the ear scratches you want."

"that's not fair."

"I need a buffer for when I can't take it anymore and that's you," she gives your side a firm pat. "I got you something pretty to wear."

"how pretty," mumbled against her legs.

"very," that meant expensive. you groan, stretching your arms and legs before sitting up. she raises a curious brow that makes you roll your eyes. She wasn't going to let this go.

"fine but you owe me," she places her hand on your head, ruffling your hair, making sure to get behind the ears. you naturally lean into her touch. this was gonna be a very long night.

Tek Knight lives in a mansion. like an actual massive mansion that's old and creepy but also kind of cool. gothic in nature and not an ounce of homeliness to its name. Victoria annoyingly leaves you alone pretty quickly and you're forced to find your own source of amusement. music plays as background noise and there really isn't anything to do here other than touch ornaments or talk with Republicans. She didn't tell you this was gonna be a party filled with right-wing nuts but here you are anyway. conversing with old white men about reproductive rights and how gay people are fine but need to stop shoving their lifestyle down Americans' throats. you observe the party from the corner of the room. helping yourself to the hors d'oeuvres as trays rush by. It's always a wonder why they don't just have actual food at these events or at least something a little less fancy. something actually tasty.

"you're Neuman's girl, right?" it's not inherently wrong so you allow the nickname especially when you realise who it comes from. she has never tried to hide your relationship but she hardly advertised it either. can't scare off the voters or whatever. you don't mind. you're not exactly in a rush to be hounded by the general public. Homelander stands beside you; strong and tall in his red, white and blue super suit. You've never been next to such a powerful supe before excluding Neuman. he was intimidating in real life.

"homelander," you declare obviously. you're not sure what else to say here. Victoria speaks about him a lot. he's also in the news all the time. you very recently watched him on TV. "I saw your trial," blurted out before you thought of the consequences. he probably didn't like to talk about him murdering a man.

"so you saw that I was found innocent,"

you nod a little. he'd been found not guilty despite the overwhelming evidence which was kind of insane but also expected. "Vicky says you should have been locked up," you agreed.

"and what do you think?" he turns his whole body towards you and you do the same. such intense eyes it's almost like he's looking right through you. you may be a supe but you were hardly on his level. Victoria says he's kinda unstable these days and anything can set him off so you try to think of something safe to say.

"I think... your eyes are really fucking blue- no wonder fascists love you," he smiles. you don't know if it's amusement or menacing but surely he understands you're joking. and if not, he likely won't attack at this fancy little party.

"calm down, I'm not going to hurt you."

"What makes you think I'm worried." he wasn't a mind reader that you knew for sure.

"your heartbeat," he replies. "but mostly the ears," the blonde points to the cat ears on the top of your head. "anyone else would call it cute," and with that, he walks away. he was a... confusing man. even from that short interaction, you can tell he can be elusive. alone once more you decide to go in search of a drink but it isn't long before Victoria is at your side.

"hi baby," you're happy to see her. you hope it means you can go home soon.

"hey,"

"What did he want?"

"Who? homelander?" why did she care? "just chatting about his trial and how cute I am."

"how cute you are?" she repeats back slowly.

"Hmm it's no surprise- everyone is obsessed with me so."

"you are adorable,"

a very bright exaggerated smile, showing your canines before your face immediately falls. "can we go yet?"

"you promised you'd hold out a couple of hours," and it was starting to feel like a lifetime.

"and I have," you groan dramatically.

"It's barely been an hour,"

"y'know, I literally got told women have too many rights," you reply. "too. many. rights- what does that even mean?"

Victoria sighs softly. "I know they can be... opinionated but just suck it up for me okay? it'll be over before you know it,"

"I wanna go now,"

"I know," she runs a gentle hand along your back. "but this is important."

"why is it so important?"

"I- I can't tell you that right now," Victoria replies. She never told you anything. it was always just important calls or important meetings or important parties. it made you want to roll your eyes. "just please behave for me," you put on a pout. "and I'll take you to the nice restaurant with the fancy cakes you love,"

"Really?" said cautiously. when in doubt she'll bribe you. not because she doubts you'll do it for free but rather as an insurance policy. better safe than sorry.

"Always so easy," she chuckles. "you gotta work on keeping your ears in check. perked right up when I said that,"

you frown a little, reaching up to cover your ears with your hands. "stupid ears."

"It's cute," she hums softly, a kiss placed against your temple.

"I hate you," said sharply.

"Just... mingle or something." Victoria pats your shoulder before leaving you alone again. you follow her with your eyes as she walks up to some old man. you decide to go for a walk and find that drink you were after.

"you arrived with Neuman," stated matter of factly. sister sage walks up from behind you. you cover your mouth as you finish the little pastry you stole off a tray.

"Sister Sage," mumbled through a mouthful before you swallowed. "newest member of the seven- I heard you're like the smartest woman ever."

"smartest person," she corrected.

"smartest person," you repeat. "what's someone so smart doing in a place like this?"

"we're surrounded by some of the most powerful people in the United States of America right now," Sage explains. you know on some level that should mean something to you but you hardly feel excited or proud. quite the opposite. you were in a room with some of the worst people in the United States of America. Almost all of them are against the very things you are.

"but not the nicest," you grab a champagne flute as it passes by, taking a long-needed sip of bubbly liquid.

"nice only gets you so far," she continues. "you're probably the nicest person here but also the least important."

wow. okay. rude. "I wouldn't call myself the least important."

"I would," she replies. "even the waiters are of more value right now. you're just Neuman's basically pet, cute but useless."

you're not sure what to say to that. is that why Victoria never shared anything with you? didn't think you were important? just a pet to be paraded about like some cute little mascot in her parade for power? "I'm not her pet."

"how do your ears and tail work? they're biological right?" the question catches you a little off guard. such a change.

"uhhhh shouldn't the smartest person alive be able to figure that out?"

"you're a shifter but only into a feline," her eyes trail over you like this was some sort of interview or examination. "do you keep the ears for aesthetic purposes? surely, you can get rid of the cat ears and tail."

"you'd think," you shrug. "but no, I'm cursed to be every nerdy incels wet fantasy." the cat ears and tail were considered cute by many, disgusting by others and a fetish by too many. for a long time, vought used you in a lot of advertisements and commercials until you quit. you still occasionally do some ads and stuff for extra cash. Not often do people see a real-life cat girl. a hand snakes across your back and you instinctively jerk away before realising it's Victoria. "hey,"

"Can we talk?" she wears the fakest smile ever.

"hmm," sage hums. you quirk your brow.

"What?"

"Nothing," she insists. "you have the exact dynamic I would expect. don't mind me." you'd ask what she meant but she is already walking away and Victoria is leading you in the opposite direction.

"what's up?" you wonder.

"I don't want you talking to sister sage."

"why?".

"Can you listen to me for once?"

"for once?" all you do is listen to her. this whole night was for her. "I'm here listening to old men tell me I deserve to go to hell for you. this is worse than that political banquet where that man followed me around the whole night and kept trying to pet me." you huff.

"you don't think I haven't thought about popping my own head every time one of these rich idiots tries to talk to me about reproductive health?" her voice is quiet but stern. she's trying not to cause a scene. "but I put up with it so just suck up. it's important."

"oh really? never would have guessed." you roll your eyes. "I'll just go sit in the corner and stare at the wall since I'm not important enough."

"That's not what I said,"

"no I get it, don't worry," you force a smile and brush past her. "I'll be a good kitty."

it's a quiet ride home. silent even. staring out the window as bright lights zoom past. you can hear Victoria chatting on the phone. much too busy to take note of your angry brow or vacant stare. you're angry at her. Sage's words weren't helping either. playing over and over in your mind. cute but useless. you couldn't necessarily disagree. Even Vought just wanted you because of how you looked. sure you had enhanced strength and senses but that was only compared to humans. there were plenty of much stronger supes. there were even more useful shifters. you just became a cat. agile. sneaky. but ultimately just a common house pet.

"Are you gonna pout all night?" Victoria eventually asks as you pull up outside her home. it pissed you off more.

"I'm sorry, I thought I wasn't allowed to speak." replies sharply as you exit the vehicle; a quick slam of the door. you hear her get out the other side and follow behind.

"I didn't say you couldn't speak,"

"semantics," you huff back. maybe she didn't say you couldn't talk but she did try to control every conversation. who you could and couldn't speak to. always checking in to make sure you weren't saying the wrong thing. "I don't feel like talking."

"We need to."

you just ignore her. That was much better than an argument right now. all you wanted was a hot shower and to go to bed. As soon as you get inside, you march upstairs. She doesn't follow, instead heading towards the kitchen.

the hot water was a welcomed distraction from your otherwise terrible evening. it was supposed to just be about you too and she just couldn't help but make it all about herself. propping herself up to important people. sneaking off for private meetings that you weren't allowed to attend. you go to bed alone. she was probably downstairs working like always. you don't know how long it is before she joins you.

"you have to talk to me eventually," Victoria hums. "can't sulk in your other form forever."

whenever you fought you liked to shift. being a cat was simpler. nobody had any expectations for cats. it was like the perfect excuse to not have difficult conversations. She couldn't understand you after all but you could understand her. loud and clear. "just tell me what's wrong."

you stretch out. fluffy kitty paws morph into human hands and legs sprawled out in the darkness. you sigh softly following on to your back. Victoria is sitting on the edge, looking down at you. "I'm not your pet," growled quietly.

"I never said you were,"

"that's all anyone sees me as," you reply. "Neuman's girl. neuman's pet. cute but useless/ that's what sage said."

"that is why I didn't want you talking to her," she replies.

"but she's right," you express. "you don't treat me like we're equals. you hide stuff from me. tell me it's too important and I won't understand. I'm not a fucking child or your silly little house cat, Victoria."

"Baby," a gentle hand moves to your arm but you shake her off. Moving onto your side and away from her.

"don't."

"Okay," she retracts her hands slowly. there's a moment of silence before she continues. "I don't see you as a child or some silly cat."

"Sure you do,"

"I don't," she insists. "I'm a politician there are some things I just can't share with you-"

"but you don't tell me anything," you interrupt

"but I admit I could share with you more," she proceeds with. "I just... I try to keep you out of all that bullshit. not because I think you're stupid or useless but because it's just easier. I don't want them tearing you down to get to me,"

"But I'm willing to take it,"

"you shouldn't have to. I don't want that for you- for us." she urges. "Sage can say whatever she wants but I don't believe those things about you. You're smart, beautiful and adorable sure but you're not useless. I'm so lucky to have someone as caring and wonderful as you."

"gross," said playfully after a moment. a small smile tugs at your lips though. "Victoria?"

"mhmm?"

"I'm sorry for acting like a spoilt brat tonight,"

"I'm sorry I made you spend an evening with all those awful people," you chuckle lightly as you roll over to look at her. they really were awful people. and maybe you weren't one of the most important people in America but you were a good person. a nice person. and that was much more interesting.

"World's worst and most boring party," you voice. "how did your private meeting go?"

she hesitates. probably a debate on whether to tell you or not. "...pretty well I think."

"Vice President Neuman has a nice ring to it," you tease. smiling up at her in the darkness. a strip of moonlight crosses her face. twinkling in her pretty eyes. it was a wild thought. one day soon you could be dating the vice president of America.

"how do you feel knowing you'll be the second lady?"

"oooh so official. so important."

"you're already so important,"

"to you maybe." you huff.

"does anyone else matter?"

"you of all people saying that is crazy," you semi-tease. it was kinda true. she cared a lot about her image. about how the world saw her. "let's just go to sleep."

Victoria doesn't answer but she does lie down, shuffling up behind you. there's a slight hesitation like she's not sure if you've truly forgiven her. you move closer to her, resting your head against her chest. listening to the way her heart thumped in her chest "night."

"good night," you hum softly as you let your eyes flutter closed. "I'm gonna get so many fancy cakes tomorrow."