࿔.ᐟ pairing Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader

࿔.ᐟ summary After reluctantly attending a gala with Vicky you’re very unpleasantly surprised which leads to you becoming quite the drunk mess that your she has to take care of.

࿔.ᐟ tw drinking of alcohol, homelander, mention of angst, swearing? (typical The Boys stuff), slightly suggestive, lots of fluff

Voices overlapped into a constant wall of noise while camera flashes and chandelier lights seemed determined to attack from everywhere at once. Your absolute worst nightmare come to life. Lots of noise and lots of people.

You never would have willingly put yourself in such a position, but that was before you fell in love with Victoria Neuman. Now you would do absolutely anything she asked.

Yes, you most definitely did say no to attending this campaign gala. But then she flashed her big brown eyes at you, and how could you say no? Not to mention that the dress she was in was absolutely ravishing- or maybe it only seemed that way because Victoria was in it. So if attending this big event meant you didn’t have to take your eyes off of her for the entire evening, then you would absolutely be going!

Unfortunately for you Victoria has to mingle. She doesn’t exactly care about many of the politicians and so-called “important” figures present, but if she wants to gain their support she has to win to them over. She told you she’d be quick but it’s been over 20 minutes.

You don’t exactly know anyone, nor do you care to get to know anyone, so keep to yourself as you hover around the room, critiquing the decor in your mind.

You’re deep in your thoughts when you hear a voice you could never mistake. How could you after everything he’s put the people you care about and, on occasion, you through?

Homelander.

Would it be wise to find a corner and stay there until he left? is what you think to yourself.

It isn’t exactly that you’re scared of him, well you are he’s a fucking sick individual, but you had many altercations with The Boys involving him, so his presence didn’t carry the shock value of the first couple times. It’s more so that you know he didn’t just barge in uninvited. Just like you, he was welcome here.

Of course, you’d known about the fact that Victoria had formed a reluctant political alliance with Homelander. It had been the biggest argument the two of you ever had, but she pleaded with you to trust her. She hated Homelander, that much was clear, and although you didn’t agree, you trusted that she knew what she was doing. After all, she knew you and The Boys were always planning how to kill him.

“y/n! Is that really you?” A voice laced with faux excitement and filled with every bit of sarcasm approached you.

Turning around you pulled the tightest smile you could, “Homelander? What a… funny surprise seeing you here.” you returned his sarcasm.

The evil Supe in front of you starts to continue but is interrupted by Victoria, “Homelander! So glad you could make it.”

She steals a glance at you from behind him, and you’re equal parts relieved and equal parts annoyed at her interruption. Annoyed at the fact that he’s here in the first place.

“Come, we have much to discuss.” Victoria’s already steering him away. Before they fully turn to go talk somewhere more private, Homelander turns back to you, faux smile as big as ever.

“Do tell William I said hello.”

All you can do is scoff to yourself as they walk away.

Now you could do the rational thing of continue as you were, analysing every aspect of the room. But you’re far too annoyed by the event that just took place, as quick as it occurred, and you don’t want to think back to the argument you and Vicky had a while back about this exact issue. Irrational thing it is!

You started downing every glass of champagne you could get your hands on.

It started with the glasses that were neatly arranged on the table, and then you made your way through each waiter carrying a tray. You didn’t even bother keeping track of just how many glasses you had drunk by the time you were on another planet.

On glass whatever number you were on, Vicky finally returned. One look at your unfocused eyes and the way you swayed your feet was enough for her to know you were drunk.

“My love, how many drinks have you had, hm?” she asks as she takes the glass you’re holding from your hand, placing it on a nearby table.

“Not that many.” Your words are slurred.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why exactly you had gone from being stone-cold sober to drunk in the time that Victoria had left and came back. She’s not upset in the slightest.

You slump against the wall behind you, sliding until you’re sitting on the floor. You look up at Vicky, silent but face scrunched up.

She only sighs and says without annoyance but rather understanding, “Let’s go home.”

It’s a blur but Victoria helps you to the car before going back inside to say goodbye and then coming to back to find you sprawled across the back seats. She gently lifts your head so that she can sit down and places it on her lap.

You nuzzle your face into her abdomen, half asleep already, saying, “I want you when we get home.”

“Yeah I’m sure you do, but not tonight.”

“Okay then”

“Woah, since when do you give up that easily.” Victoria is giggling now. You’re never one to give up at her playful teasing of you.

She receives no answer because you’ve already dozed off. Far too comfortable on her lap, the proximity causing her body heat to wrap over you like a blanket, how could you possibly be expected to stay awake?

The drive back home wasn’t long, and with it coming to an end you found yourself stumbling up the stairs with the help of Victoria. Maybe you stumbled into her once or twice on purpose, but she didn’t have to know.

It was all quite the blur up until your body collapsed onto the soft mattress of the bed that you and Vicky shared.

“You need help getting changed?” She asked while taking her earrings off.

“Nope” your voice was muffled by the blanket beneath you.

Victoria didn’t trust one bit that you don’t need the help but made her way to the bathroom regardless. She stood by the counter and started removing her makeup.

In a drunken haze you pulled yourself up and followed Vicky into the bathroom. You were quite clingy, to say the least.

Your girlfriend watched from the mirror as you came up behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, your cheek resting against the exposed skin on her back. “I can’t believe you’re my woman,” you admitted, “my woman, my woman, my woman.”

The words were slurred and half buried against her skin but they made Victoria’s chest ache all the same. She had always dreamed of someone who would love her unconditionally as is, and now here you were, doing just that.

“Yeah, my love. I’m your woman.” She affirmed and then finished removing her makeup with you still clung onto her. When she tried to move to head back into the bedroom is when she realised just how tightly you’re clinging to her.

“You’ve gotta let go so we can get changed and into bed.” There was no annoyance in her voice, just humour.

You loosen your grip only slightly and Vicky sighs at that. She then starts wiggling her body in attempt to escape your hold.

“No, no, no. You’re stuck with me!” You’re laughing as you try to keep her in your hold. Vicky’s laughing too at your little impromptu game. As she continues to try and escape, you end up taking a couple steps back to keep your balance, which doesn’t last long because you take one too many steps back and find yourself falling right into the empty bathtub.

Victoria doubles over in laughter the moment it happens.

You don’t react at first not fully comprehending what has happened but once you do, you’re laughing too.

There are tears in Vicky’s eyes by the time she remembers that she should probably make sure you’re okay and help you. “Are you alright?” she asks in between laughter, making her way to the side of the tub.

“No,” the joke comes into your head, and is out of your mouth within the same breath, “it seems that I have fallen for you, once again.”

Victoria groaned so dramatically that it only made you laugh harder.

It could be that you’re drunk out of your mind, but both you and Victoria know that you would make such a joke stone-cold sober, so when she laughs at your joke, as lame as it may be, the laughter is real because she loves you and your occasional bad jokes.

“Come on, get out of there.” She’s leaning slightly over the side and holding her hand out to help you out.

Instead you have a completely different idea, you quickly grab her leg bringing it over the side of the tub, causing Vicky to stumble slightly, but not completely fall in because she brings her hands out to steady herself on the edge. “What are you doing?”

“Well I think you should join me, no?”

“No!” She’s giggling even more. Will her laughter ever stop tonight? Probably not.

“So boring,” you drawl out the words. And then something compels you to do it. You don’t know what exactly. But you take Vicky’s leg that’s still in your grasp and gently tug her slightly forward so that your mouth is in line with her thigh, her dress rising up leaving her thigh bear. You gently bite down.

“What are you doing now?” Victoria asks as her laughter is replaced by a soft smile and her hand moves to caress the top of your head.

You don’t answer as you bite down a second time and then follow that by placing multiple little kisses all over her thigh. Every part of Victoria was so perfect and you wanted to love on it all. Your hand holding her leg, moving up and down as you place your kisses.

Vicky moves her hand from your head to your chin, stopping your kisses and tilting your head up to look at her.

“Come, my love, let’s get to bed.”

You’re looking up at her with such love and tenderness, and even the alcohol that made everthing else this evening seem like such a blur, cannot stop you from seeing her so clearly in this moment.

“Whatever you say gorgeous.” you respond like a true lovesick girl.

Vicky helped you out of the tub and back to the bedroom, where she got changed and then proceeded to help you. Once you were both comfortable it was straight into bed where you snuggle into her, your head resting in the crook of her neck.

“I’m going to have the worst headache in the morning.” you murmured suddenly regretting your previous decisions.

“Oh yes definitely! What were you thinking?” Victoria teased.

The two of you continued your fit of giggles long into the night as you both eventually dozed off.

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࿔.ᐟ pairing Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader

࿔.ᐟ summary You go to Vicky's house exhausted after a mission, only to walk in on a usually enthralling sight, but tonight you're far too tired to do anything... at least that's how you feel at first but you never really could resist when it comes to Victoria.

࿔.ᐟ tw 18+ mdni, slight masturbation, soft sex, oral(v receiving), switch reader, switch Vicky, slight teasing, boob sucking, tribbing, praise(r receiving), cum, may have more?, first time writing smut (please bear with me, i tried my best)

It was already night by the time the mission you and The Boys were on ended. You were incredibly tired but didn’t feel like going home; the only thing you needed was to be in Victoria’s arms.

You had Hughie drop you off at her place. As you walked to the door you reached your hand into your bag, rummaging through it for the spare key that you kept. The two of you spent the majority of your down time at her house, as it was easier for you to move around than for both her and Zoe to go out.

The house was quiet when you entered, and you found a great sense of relief in that. The mission had taken a toll on you both physically and left you drained. You shut the door, dropped your bag and dragged your feet to the stairs after seeing no sign of either of your girls.

Perhaps they had gone to bed already.

You made your way up the stairs, devastatingly slow, the ache in your body hitting you harder with each step. Once you got close to Vicky’s bedroom door, you heard something.

Soft pants came from the other side.

You pushed the door open and were greeted by quite the sight. Victoria had been lying on her bed, still wearing her suit pants and the white tank she usually wore underneath her suit top. One hand was down her pants while the other lay limp beside her.

She startled slightly when you walked in, taking only a split second to register that it was you. Her breathing slowed from its previously rapid pace, and her face soften at the sight of your tired figure. Her lust was gone almost instantly.

“Hey, Vicky,” you said as you made your way to the bed. Any other time, you would’ve jumped her bones immediately at the scene that you had just walked into, but tonight you couldn’t even react.

Still, you tried to make light of it. “What ya’ doing, baby?” you asked.

Victoria caught on to what you were doing. “Got home and couldn’t stop thinking of you,” she responded honestly before sitting up and holding her arms out to you.

“You look absolutely defeated. C’mere, my love.” She beckons you over and you collapse into her arms. “I’m guessing the mission was rough?” She wraps one arm around your back and the other around your head.

“When are they not?” your response is muffled by the fact that your head is resting just below Victoria’s boobs.

She’d be lying if she said that having you on top of her like this wasn’t making her hornier than what she was just before you had entered, but you clearly needed something else right now so she pushed those thoughts away.

“Where’s Zoe?” you asked.

“She’s having a sleepover at a friend’s house. The one she was all excited about all of last week!”

“Ah, that’s tonight!? I remember now,” your words began to slur the more that Victoria ran her nails through your hair.

You found yourself moving lower down, your head now reaching her stomach where her tank top has risen up causing your face to be directly against her skin. Her skin which was always so soft and so warm.

You inhaled wanting to take in her scent because it usually brought you comfort, but instead of smelling her normal scent, you smelt the arousal coming from her womanhood… that your face was mere inches from.

That sent a rush to your core and your own womanhood almost instantly became wet.

That was the effect that Victoria Neuman had on you. Even as tired as you felt and as battered as your body was, it still couldn’t resist responding to her.

Your mind went back to the soft pants and the image of her with a hand down her pants from just minutes ago. You were definitely having it a response to it now.

Fuck, you needed her.

Victoria’s hand stopped, hovering just above your head when she felt you shift on top of her. At first she thought you were just getting into a more comfortable position but your head moved further down before you were just above the waistband of her suit pants.

You placed a soft kiss right there and then you slowly lifted your arms so that your hands could tug down her pants, the buttons already undone from earlier, making the process incredibly easy.

“I thought you were tired?” Victoria asked, slightly confused but still lifting her hips so that you could slide her pants down her legs.

Once her pants were gone you had a clear a view of her white, lacy panties, the ones she knew you loved, and a big wet spot right in the middle.

At the sight before you all the previous exhaustion was wiped from your body and something new took over you.

“Yeah, but I’m also hungry baby,” your eyes remained on her wet spot as you inched your face closer and closer, “so, so hungry.”

You felt Vicky shrill beneath you. You placed a kiss right over her panties.

“Fuck!” She whispered.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you smiled as you pushed her panties to the side and finally let your lips make contact with her bare pussy.

Victoria’s hand gripped your hair and you began sliding your tongue up and down her slit. She was already incredibly aroused from touching herself earlier which had brought her no relief, only making her needier for you. You lapped up and down her slick pussy, her juices making it easy for your tongue to slide along her folds. Picking up the pace of your actions causing Victoria’s hips to jerk upward, into you.

“Can you feel how my body is reacting to you?” She asked breathlessly, pushing the back of your head further down into her pussy.

You moaned into her and then opened your mouth wide taking as much of her as you can and then sucking. You repeated this action a few times, sucking slightly harder each time.

“Fuck, y/n!” Victoria moaned. “You’re doing so well, my love.”

At Vicky’s praise your own pussy became soaked. You moaned into her more and brought your hand up so you could rub at her clit.

The stimulation of both your mouth and hand on her sent Vicky into a frenzy and her hips started bucking uncontrollably. She felt herself reaching her peak.

You pulled your mouth away for a second. “I know you’re almost there, you going to cum for me baby?” You looked right into her eyes which had to pull themselves from the back of her head to meet yours.

Victoria moaned again in response and shoved your head back down into her wet pussy.

Between your licking, sucking and massaging of her most sensitive spots, Victoria was a moaning mess. It wasn’t long before you felt her back arch and her body writhe beneath you. She let out a loud scream of pleasure and white creamy liquid followed out of her in suit.

You moved your hand from her clit but your mouth remained, still lapping at her sensitive pussy. Both of your hands moved up to grip at her hips firmly pushing her body back down into the bed.

You take one last swirl at her cum covered pussy, tasting her juices on your lips, before fully pulling away. Gosh, how you could die a happy death down there.

As you came up, Vicky’s eyes opened up from her orgasm and she looked at you with full blown pupils.

Your lips locked on hers and you kissed her roughly, giving her a taste of herself from your within your mouth.

Vicky’s hand moved to reach down your pants and what she already knew was confirmed. You were drenched.

“Your-” she tried to get out between your hungry assault on her mouth, “your turn.” She finally got out and in a moment you were flipped over. Sometimes Victoria didn’t completely hate being a Supe.

She pulled off her tank top leaving her in only her underwear before moving to remove your pants. Eager for her, you worked on pulling off your own top and your bra followed soon after. Your panties were drenched all the way through.

“I need you Vicky.” You blurted.

Oh and how Victoria needed you right back. She began moving her head down to return the favour that you had previously done unto her but you tugged at her hair to stop her. “No, baby. I need to feel you.”

Victoria came up fully now, her eyes scanning over your figure beneath her. The mere sight of you like this filled her with pure ecstasy and her pussy was wet all over again. She moved down to kiss the valley between your breasts. A kiss on the left one and then a kiss on the right. And then she took the right one into her mouth and sucked. While she focused on your breasts your hands shakily moved to the clasp of her bra. You removed it, chucking it to the side. At this you felt her tender breasts rubbing against the skin of your abdomen as she continued sucking on each of your breasts.

You told her you needed her and this is what she decides to focus on!? She was teasing you, the cruel woman that she was.

“Enough teasing Victoria,” you rasped. Trying to be stern by using her full name.

“I need to feel you on me. Now!”

At that Victoria pulled away and moved off of you to remove her panties. You watched her every move. Her white panties clung to her as she pulled them off. Once she was completely bare she got rid of your panties too.

Your breath stopped and hers picked up as she hovered her bare pussy above yours.

“You ready?” She asked, her eyes never leaving the sight of you, wet and beneath her.

You couldn’t even form words, the most you could get out was a whimpered “mhm.”

She looked so ravishing, her bare brown skin glistening as her body hovered above yours. Her pussy was in line with yours and you felt drops of her wetness dripping down onto you.

Slowly and agonisingly Victoria brought herself down onto you. The moment you felt her heat on you, you whined. Your hands shot out to grip at the sheets. One of your legs was bent up while the other lay as spread out as it could go. Victoria’s one hand rests on the knee of your bent leg coaxing it down to spread you further.

“You’re so wet for me, my love” she coos. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Victoria starts moving her hips.

The slick from both of you making it easy for her to glide against you. Vicky starts slows and then picks up the pace.

Both of you are moaning in pure bliss.

“That good love?” She’s humping your pussy with hers. Up and down. Up and down.

You’re bucking into Vicky from below, trying to feel every bit of her.

Somewhere between it all, you ask, “Is this what you were imagining when you were touching yourself before I got home?”

This sends Victoria over the edge.

She grabs the part of your leg where your knee bends with one hand and the other snakes around your back. She tugs you up at both spots, Supe strength being put to use, so that your bodies are the closest they could possibly be. She grinds her wet pussy into yours like a rabbit in heat.

Both your climaxes build. You grip the sheets on either side of you as you feel the knot that has been building up in your stomach finally come undone, moaning your woman’s name out as you do so.

“You’re so pretty when you moan my name” Vicky coos.

At the feeling of you pulsating beneath her, Victoria also reaches her peak. Your pussies are dripping with cum as the white liquid gets mixed between your heats.

You’re both panting when Vicky lets go of you. Cold air hits your bits the moment that she moves away. Unable to get very far, her legs feeling wobbly, she reaches for her discarded tank on the floor and uses it to clean the two of you up down there. The two of you always made sure to take care on one another after sex, depending on who was more gone afterwards.

There’s a comfortable silence that comes over the room that was previously filled with erotic moans, while you both come down from the highs you just had.

Once you’re both sufficiently cleaned up, Vicky tosses the tank to the floor again and flops down beside you. You move to cuddle her and she pulls the blanket over you both. Your head rests under her chin and drape your arm around her waist. The exhaustion from earlier returns as your body is no longer distracted by being horny.

Victoria leans down to press soft a soft kiss on your damp forehead. She holds you close. “I love you, sweet girl.”

You’re already in dreamland.

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✶:: taste of you ๋ ࣭ ⭑ emily prentiss w/ an oral fixation

constantly kissing you without even realising she’s doing it. absentminded kisses against your jaw while she cooks. slow kisses pressed to your knuckles during movie nights. mouth dragging lazily across your shoulder whenever she passes behind you. she’s obsessed with having her lips on your skin somewhere at all times because it calms her down more than she’ll ever admit.

stress from work makes her oral fixation so much worse. after rough cases she comes home restless and touch starved, immediately dragging you into her lap just so she can shove her tongue into your mouth and kiss you until she forgets about dead bodies and paperwork for a while.

sucking your fingers into her mouth after making you cum. slow eye contact while she licks your slick from them one by one, tongue curling around your fingers while spit coats her lips. she knows the visual ruins you too which only makes her drag it out longer.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ summary : you and your wife are going through a difficult time in your marriage.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ tags : established relationship, victoria neuman x fem!reader, failed marriage, suggestive content, sad love story, angst, nsfw, they love each other, but they're having problems, +18.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ status : in progress