#claire debella imagine

[abbyromanoff]

Hi :3, i hope this isnt going to be weird but I would love to request Claire Debella falling for a women who is working in store? 👀 Cause i have a brainrot of Claire falling for a common girl and she inviting reader to a date and then reader knowing Claire is a governor and panicking but Claire being extra sweet. Fluff with smut XD

Thanks and have a nice day :3💛

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PAIRINGS: Claire Debella x reader

WORD COUNT: 971

WARNINGS: fluff, boss x assistant typa fic, honestly just sweet ass fluff that’s all :)

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“Close your eyes- hey, I said close ‘em!” Claire spoke, chuckling at the giggle that left you. You were trying to keep your feet steady in fear of tripping and embarrassing yourself in front of her.

“Well, you need to help me if you want me to trust you!” She brought you close to her side, hugging you into her chest as she finally removed the hand covering your eyes. They instantly widened, your mouth falling open in a gasp as you looked back at her.

“Did you…buy this?” She shook her head, and that’s when you spotted the man waving to the two of you as he stood on the boat, and you almost jumped as the limo driver closed the door behind you.

“No, silly, we’re going on a trip! We used to go every year, but that slowed down after the virus - this is the first year back and I wanted to bring you.” You smiled nearly ear to ear at her shy voice, you could tell she feared you wouldn’t enjoy this gift, but seeing your expression made her worries fade away.

“And work?”

“I took the week off, my secretaries can handle it. And for you, well, you work under my hours,” The way you two met was through her job, only that also became your job as you were her assistant, which soon changed the closer you got. She was infatuated with you from the start, and your clean record only helped assure you were the one for her company. You, at the time, were managing a small business on the side and she happened to stop by for an order of flowers for her sick mother, and when you gave her a large discount with a sweet note wishing her the best she instantly had to come back. That was when she offered you the part-time job as her assistant, and you hesitantly agreed, knowing you needed the money and the shop was not cutting it.

Only months later you were lying next to her in bed, breath blown away as you recalled the activities you just took part in with your own boss. You felt guilty, and you were afraid she would blackmail you into continuing or act as though it never happened. After all, she was married when you first met her, only you failed to know she had been planning a divorce for years to come. You were just the assurance she needed, and she quickly filed for a divorce that ended messily, and that was when she made it official between you two.

She helped boost your business and teach you the lessons of promotions, and soon enough you didn’t have to rely on her pay. Although, you enjoyed working with the woman and kept your title as her personal assistant. You spent fewer hours at the shop and hired others to help, but you didn’t let your part-time job step in the way of your dreams, and she didn’t want that either.

“And the shop is well-handled, your employees know what they’re doing.” You sighed, agreeing shortly after as others began arriving.

“Who’s this?” A friend asked her, and she turned with a grin, placing her arm around your shoulder as she left a small peck to your head.

“This is my partner, Y/N. Y/N, meet Duke, one of the people going with us today.” He placed his hand on display, and you took it with yours quickly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Duke.”

“Yeah, I just said that, muscle boy,” Claire remarked, and the two fell into a small conversation to catch up with their lives. You had to hide the chuckle that almost took over as Claire went into details about her campaign as Duke seemed to not understand what the word even meant.

“Why don’t you head to the boat, yeah? There’s a bar as soon as you enter, you wanna be a doll and get me a martini?” She left a kiss on your glossed lips and let you go with a quick slap to the ass, but was discreet enough to not embarrass you like usual.

“You got the ring?” Claire asked, and Duke handed her the case to which she glared at him.

“I told you to be secretive about it, they could’ve easily saw.” He shrugged and shook her off, looking back for his girlfriend who seemed to be chatting up the bodyguard near the front.

“Just be happy the ring is still in there.” She rolled her eyes with a huff, tugging her body forward to greet the other guests before stepping foot onto the yacht, grasping the drink you had ordered for her with a grateful expression of thanks.

“Everything okay?” You asked when seeing her nervous state. She nodded, and before you could speak you were greeted by the official owner of the boat. He smiled warmly and took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a peck. You didn’t like the action, but you assumed it was a regular for people like him. And, he was your girlfriend's friend and the one allowing you to be here, you couldn’t do much.

“Welcome, love. It is great to see you, I’ve heard lots about you.” The greetings continued until it was time to head to the island, to which you and Claire shared a couch seat as you sat close to on top of her.

“You didn’t answer my question earlier,” You stated, and the thumb that was rubbing your thigh soothingly slowed to a halt.

“What question?”

“Oh, c’mon, you know. Don’t act dumb.” She took a moment before shaking her head, yes. You didn’t completely believe it, and she could tell.

“I’m wonderful, darling. As long as I have you, I’m okay.”

[sapphickorro]

“Are you mad at me?”

Pairing(s) - mommy!Claire Debella x fem!little!Reader

summary: Claire’s busier than usual after some photos of you and her leak making you think that you were at fault. 

warnings: mentions/depicted bathroom sex, age play, mommy!Claire and little!Reader, pet names (baby, bunny, honey, doll), mentions of the word “prostitute,” mean men D:, fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: 1,152

A/N: I watched Glass Onion once and now I don’t know what to do with myself. This is the effect of Clarie Debella.

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“Mommy, I’m close.” A hand softly slaps over your mouth.

“I know baby, and you’ve gotta quiet down unless you want everyone to hear us.” Claire says as her dexterous fingers work into you.

Admittedly, having sex in a public bathroom as an elected official can do no good for the media. That didn’t stop Claire though. 

Your low cut dress made her yearn for you. She needed you and although your protests of wanting to wait till you got home made their way to her ear, she insisted on being unable to focus until she got to feel you and you just couldn’t say no to your mommy. 

When your orgasm finally comes, Claire gives you a couple seconds to calm down before quickly grabbing a napkin to tidy your makeup. She combs your hair out with her hands and stands back to look at you.

“There, good as new. Let’s get out of here before they get suspicious of us.” Claire grabs your hands and drags you outside before settling back into the party.

You wake up that morning to an empty bed. Your hand reaches to your side to be met with more pillows and blankets. You whine out trying to get Claire to hear you. After you realize that she’s not coming, you get up and drag your oversized stuffed bunny over the floor as you walk towards the living room where you hear her yelling into the phone.

You can’t make out what she’s saying but you can tell it’s not good. You tug on the bottom of her sweatshirt to successfully catch her attention.

“Excuse me for a moment.” She says into her phone before turning towards you. “Hey bunny, good morning. You wanna wait for mommy to finish this phone call before she makes breakfast?” She smiles at you, you can tell it’s strained but you don’t ask. You nod and she kisses your forehead before turning her back around you to speak with the person on the phone. 

You take this time to brush your teeth and wash your face, not used to doing it alone without your mommy in the room to watch over you. 

When you walk back out, you notice Claire watching the TV on the couch until she hears your little footsteps behind her. She turns her head and smiles at you, “What do you want for breakfast baby?” 

“Can I get some pancakes…?” You meekly say to her and she immediately stands up. “Of course hun, I’ll make you the best pancakes you’ve ever had.” She walks to the open kitchen behind the living room and starts on getting her batter ready. 

You opt to sit on the couch watching whatever channel she was watching. It certainly wasn’t as entertaining as bluey but sometimes you liked to watch the weatherman talk really fast while he predicted the areas that might rain. 

Your ears pick up as you hear Claire’s name get mentioned. “Our sources say that she isn't even a worker for Claire's political campaign. For all we know, this could be some random prostitute that Claire’s hired.” The men on the screen start laughing and you notice Claire running towards the TV remote.

“Turn that damn thing off.” The screen goes black and you stare at her face. She’s visibly upset and you weren’t sure whether she was mad at the channel or at you.

You stay quiet as she sighs and returns to the kitchen. “Your pancakes are gonna be ready soon. Why don’t you take a seat by the table.” You do what she says not wanting to worsen her mood. 

After she serves you your breakfast you notice her walk back into her office. Odd. You think. She usually sits with you while you eat to talk about your plans for the day or something menial. You leave your pancakes on the table and set the bunny in the chair you were seated at, choosing to walk to her office.

Claire’s busy typing away on her computer when you knock on her open door, alerting her of your presence. You look at her unsure what to say but she speaks up first instead. 

“Not now, baby. Mommy’s busy.” She says while rubbing her temples before returning back to typing fervently on her keyboard. 

You respond with an, “Okay,” so quiet that you’re unsure she even heard you. You lose your appetite and decide to hide under the covers of your shared bed. Tears threatening to fall as you thought you had done something wrong, perhaps that’s why your mommy had been avoiding you all day.

The knock on the door of your bedroom wakes you up. Not even realizing you had slept, you checked the digital clock on your nightstand and realized you had fallen back asleep for another hour. 

“Baby?” Claire’s head peaks through the door before smiling at your groggy figure. 

She walks in and slowly closes the door behind her. “I noticed you didn’t eat your breakfast.” 

She pulls out your stuffed bunny from behind her back and hands it to you, “And, you left Señor Scratchy all alone sitting at the table.” You hold your hands out to cuddle into the soft material.

“What’s wrong doll.” She says caressing your face. “Are you mad at me?” You whisper out.

She exaggerates a gasp, “Why would you ever think that baby?” 

“Because, I woke up alone and you got all mad earlier while you were in the kitchen. Then, you didn’t sit with me during breakfast like usual.” Tears start to build in your eyes again. She’s quick to wipe the falling tears and coos at you.

“Oh bunny, I’m so sorry you thought that. I wasn’t mad at you, I was mad at everyone else.” She says giving you a quick peck on the nose. 

“Why?”

She sighs, unsure of how to answer your question. “There’s photos of us entering and leaving the bathroom together at that party, the leaving photos have your hair and makeup messier than when entering. I guess the internet blew up thinking something happened. Well, something did happen but they don’t know that.” She corrects herself. 

“I’m sorry, mommy.” You whisper at her feeling upset that you’ve probably smeared her name because of this scandal. “Oh no, no, no. None of this is your fault. Don’t be sorry for anything.” Claire starts to pepper kisses all across your face causing you to giggle. 

“Okay, how about we order some pancakes this time and maybe we can talk about getting Señor Scratchy a sibling.” She grabs your hands and tugs you up off the bed to lead you back out into the dining room. 

You beam at her, “Seriously?” 

“Seriously.” She kisses you softly, just glad to see that her sweet baby is smiling again. 

[agathasangel]

in the middle- part 2 (Jen Barkley x Claire Debella x fem!reader NSFW)

warnings: smut & angst, actually basically just smut, past cheating, legal age gap, threesome, pervy!mommy!claire, slightly bratty switch!Jen, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering (r receiving), strap-ons (r receiving), oral (jen receiving), threats of spanking (jen receiving).

word count: 1930

summary: jen’s plan to introduce claire to your relationship worked, and now they have you exactly where they want you.

The cab ride back to the hotel was torturous. Jen and Claire sat on either side of you in the backseat, each of them making sure you couldn’t rub your thighs together the way you do desperately wanted to. Every time you tried to cross your legs for some friction, Claire would dig her nails into your thigh to stop you.

“Such a little slut, you can’t even wait to get to the hotel, can you?” Claire whispered into your ear. Her degrading comments turned you on even more, making it even harder not to search for any friction you can get. You felt Jen’s hand sliding up and down your thigh, teasing you further. It was torture.

And you loved it.

Finally the car got back to the hotel. Claire paid the oblivious cab driver as Jen put an arm around your waist.

“I can’t wait to take you up there. Claire and I have talked every day we’ve been waiting about what we would do to you tonight. We’re going to devour you, baby.”

“All paid for, let’s go!” Claire took both your hands and the three of you ran up to the room, impatient. Jen unlocked the door and pulled you into the room and into a deep kiss, unzipping your dress and throwing it on the floor. You felt Claire’s hands on your back and her mouth on your neck. She unclipped your bra and sucked and bit on your neck so hard you knew in that moment that there would be marks in the morning. Jen’s hands found their way to your bare breasts, squeezing your nipples for a moment before she pulled away and pushed you onto the bed.

“Fuck, Jen. Our girl is even hotter in person. Nothing you showed me could have prepared me for this.”

You wondered what exactly Jen showed her. Did she show Claire the photos you’ve been sending her? A part of you hoped she did. You knew it was a fucked up thing to do, but you wanted Jen and Claire too much to give a shit.

You looked up at the two older women and innocently asked, “What are you gonna do to me?”

You see their hungry grins and darkening eyes as they begin taking their clothes off. It was an incredible sight, Jen throwing her blazer on the ground and unbuttoning her shirt and then unzipping Claire’s dress. Both of their bodies were stunning, soft and strong. Two beautiful goddesses who both wanted you.

“I’ll warm you up, baby. Although from the look of it, you’re already pretty warm,” said Jen as her palms grabbed your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart and pulling your underwear down, touching you everywhere except the part of you the desperately needed it.

“Oh, she’s more than ready, Jen. Our little whore’s been sopping wet for us since the restaurant. But I won’t deny you of your fun with her. I want to see you together before I take her.”

Jen continued teasing you as you whined.

“Beg for what you want, baby. You know how.”

“Fuck me, please. I need your fingers in me, I need you to touch my clit, I just need you, please.”

“So pretty when she begs. Touch her, Jen. Edge her until she can’t stand it anymore. Get her all worked up for me.” Claire was now sitting on a chair in front of the bed, her legs spread apart, watching your every move. The smug smile on her face excited you as Jen slipped a finger inside you, moving agonizingly slow.

“Does the little baby want more? Tell me you want more.”

“I want more, Jen. Please give me more.”

She added another finger, and you were almost painfully aroused now. You looked over at Claire, who was watching you with that smirk with her own hand between her legs, fantasizing about what she would do to you once Jen was done. Your arousal grew as Jen’s hands worked their magic and Claire’s moans grew with it. You started to get close, and Jen let up, making you whine.

“Such a whiny thing.” Claire said as she came over to the bed, running a hand over your naked body.

“Just couldn’t resist touching her, could you?”

“Of course not. She’s so cute like this. Make her beg.”

“Awww, baby, are you close?”

“Yes, Jen! So close, I need it, please…”

“Make her wait a little longer. After all this time I’ve had to wait to have her,” Claire said with a smirk on her face, her hand now groping your breasts.

“I- I don’t know if I can go much longer!”

Claire just laughed at you as you squirmed under Jen, desperate for release.

“Beg pretty enough for us and maybe we’ll give you what you want before Claire fucks you.”

“Please, please! I need you to let me come, I need it so bad! I’ll be so good, a good little slut for both of you like you want. I want Claire to fuck me with the big strap however she wants! Please!”

Jen finally began to increase the pace, drawing a loud moan out of you.

“So cute, such a little screamer for me. Come for us, baby,” said Jen as you were on the brink of your orgasm.

She pulled her fingers out of you as you flopped on the bed, already tired. Jen and Claire kissed each other while you were in between them. Normally the sight of your girlfriend kissing another woman would make you jealous, angry. But now? It was hot, it turned you on. You were willing to share. Claire pulled away from Jen.

“Put your fingers in my mouth Jen, I wanna taste her,” Jen complied and Claire moaned around her fingers, “She tastes so good. Maybe another time I’ll eat her cute little pussy. But for now,” she turned to you, “did you bring your strap?”

“Yes, Claire.”

“Get it for me.”

You dragged your tired body out of bed, and across the room to dig through your suitcase for your strap on. Jen had specifically requested that you bring the strap you used in the video you sent to her. You were going to do it anyway, it was your favorite and felt just so good inside you. You thought at the time it was for Jen to use on you, but the idea of Claire using it was even more exciting. You still weren’t sure if Claire had seen your video or not. And you didn’t want to know.

“Come on, slut. Don’t have all day, aren’t you desperate to get fucked by me?”

You ran over to Claire and you and Jen helped her put the harness on. She lay down on the bed, propped up with the pillows as Jen sat next to her, kissing her neck.

“I want you to ride me, baby. You’re wet enough, right?”

“Y-yes Claire. I am. Please, I want to ride you.”

You climbed on top of her, positioning yourself to slide her into you. You were still so wet from Jen’s ministrations and Claire’s degrading words that you slid right on.

“So greedy. Take mommy’s big cock, take it all.”

Jen took her mouth of Claire’s neck for a minute to look you up and down.

“So pretty, glad my two favorite ladies are getting along so well,” and she began sucking Claire’s neck.

“So good baby. So good. You ride mommy so well, I can practically feel how fucking tight you are. Jen, that feels so good but don’t you fucking dare leave a mark, if you do I’ll leave an even worse one on your ass.”

“Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time…” said Jen as she continued. Claire let out a quiet moan.

“I’m, I’m serious Jen…”

You were surprised by Claire’s threat. You had never seen Jen submissive, and you sort of hoped she would leave a mark so she would have an excuse to punish Jen and let you watch.

Claire started to cry out your name, and Jen’s name as you approached your second orgasm.

“Mommy your cock feels so good! I’m- I think I’m gonna come I’m so close mommy please let me-“ you weren’t used to calling anyone mommy, but Claire calling herself that excited you.

“Yes baby, yes. Come for mommy.”

You came, and it crashed over you like a wave. You collapsed on top of Claire, and she flipped you over and kissed you hard on the lips.

“Oh baby, I think Jen feels a little left out. Why don’t you make her feel good?” Claire got off of you and allowed you to crawl in between Jen’s spread legs. You noticed a light hickey on her neck. Luckily it was nothing a little makeup couldn’t cover, but you hoped it would be enough to make Claire punish her. But not now. For now, you wanted to make your girlfriend happy. You started eating her out, and Claire slapped your ass.

“Ass up, baby. Mommy wants to fuck you again while you please your pretty girlfriend. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Mmmhmmmm!” You confirmed with her, muffled by Jen’s pussy. You felt Claire entering you again, groaning.

“So pretty, so tight!”

“Keep doing that, (y/n), that feels so good,” said Jen in between loud, breathy noises of pleasure. You’ve had so much practice and you were so proud of yourself for knowing exactly what Jen likes.

The sounds of all three of you moaning and whining together was absolutely magical, making it so much more exciting.

“It feels so good, baby. I think I’m gonna come just from fucking you with a strap. Let’s come together, all three of us, that’s right. I can tell you’re close, (y/n), so close from mommy’s cock and practically dripping onto the bed.”

“I’m close too, mommy..” said Jen. Jen calling Claire mommy too. This was interesting. You knew you were still submissive for your girlfriend, but the thought of her submitting to Claire with you? It was almost too much. You tried harder to get Jen to finish, knowing you couldn’t hold out much longer. She let out a loud cry as you came, again, around Claire’s cock.

“Fuck! Fuck, baby. So good. You’re even better than I thought you’d be. Fuck.”

Claire pulled out of you, and took the harness off. She put on one of Jen’s t-shirts and went to the bathroom to clean it while you and Jen followed her to clean yourselves off. Claire saw her faint hickey in the mirror and turned to your girlfriend.

“Don’t think I didn’t mean what I said before, Jennifer Barkley. Tomorrow night, I’m gonna punish you. And your cute little girlfriend is gonna see you for the little bitch you really are.”

Jen let out a sigh, clearly trying to hide her arousal growing again. You and Claire left the bathroom and you put on your pajamas on and got on the bed, cuddling.

“You’ve done so well for me tonight. Baby, you have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“I’m glad you did. By the way, don’t tell Jen but I can’t wait until tomorrow night.”

“I bet. She deserves a punishment for making you worry so bad. Besides, she’s excited about it. Why do you think she’s still in the bathroom?” You giggled as Claire squeezed you. You settled in, Jen eventually joining the two of you as you all drifted off to sleep, satiated.

For now.

[imdoingsortagay]

Let's have some fun

Summary: When you have to accompany your wife at another one of her boring campaign fundraisers, you decided to do something to make it more fun for both of you.

Warnings: Smut 18+, Oral,( claire r), Drunk, a bit of Jen Barkley in the mix, pet names, praise.

Word Count: 2.1k

a/n: fun fact this idea came to me after seeing glass onion and I loved it so much so here!

Campaign fundraisers, are just some of the most boring events to you but Claire always wants you to attend every one of them with her. Rather than pissing off your wife by staying, both of you get ready in the nicest clothes to where you are now, in some rich asshole's apartment surrounded by other rich assholes. At least Jen is here to talk to you if you ever get bored or Claire is busy. 

“ someone looks bored out of their mind,” you hear someone say behind you. As you turn around, you see Miss Barkley looking fabulous as always, in her signature suit and what seems to be a mocktail in her hand. 

“ No really, Jennifer,” you retort to the woman, earning a flick on your head. She also understood your feelings about how boring this part of the campaign is for candidates but she was lucky that you were here supporting your spouse compared to some of the other people she’s helped get elected. 

“ You drinking Barkley?” you ask her and she ignores you, continuing to drink like nothing.

“ didn’t drive here y/n and unlike you,” she point at you,” I can hold my liquor enough to go home and be horny like a regular person”. 

“ Oh, really Jen? Should I ask my sweet wife about a month ago? When the three of us went bar hopping and after 4 drinks, you were whispering to me about how pretty my fingers would look in your-” 

“ fine I get it,” she says as she covers your mouth to prevent anyone else from listening. 

It’s always fun to tease her in public.

A couple more minutes of testing the poor woman before she’s off to convince some old rich dude to spend a lot of money on the campaign. Yet again, you become bored and decided to people-watch from the living room area, not too interested in making conversation with anyone else who isn’t Claire. Looking around the room for her in a sea of men and you find Claire. 

Looking fabulous as always in a beige suit, deciding to rock the same colored shoes as well, opting for some flats for the day. Her hair was kept up in a bun, easy to see her neck from a distance, thinking about the many places you can kiss and maybe leave hickies on it too. Or in other places all over her body since she doesn’t want to deal with a press scandal over this because it will happen. 

For the next hour of this fundraiser, you continue to focus on your wife as she moves from person to person. Looking at how great Claire would give each person a couple of minutes to talk about their concerns, seeing the smile on her face and wondering what must be on her mind. Cause listening to the man talk about concerns of the economy isn’t making her happy but you decide to observe her the rest of the time. Going from person to person until she stops at a woman who just showed up at the party, and looks very familiar. 

“ If you're wondering who the lady was y/n, it’s the woman from the club the other night who tried to flirt with Claire,” Jen explains as she takes the empty seat next to you. All you could do was observe how your wife reacted and as always, she didn’t let this woman make her flustered, only seemed to be treating her like another one of the guests at this party. Jen seemed to be a bit curious as to what you were doing and decided to join you in Claire watching too, getting tired of chatting up with all these rich people. 

“ Claire watching y/n? There is so much alcohol to have and you do this ?” she asks you. 

“ Well I drove here so can’t be drinking unlike you,” you retort back to your friend who continues to drink like she has nothing to do after. All Jen can do is roll her eyes and the comment made about her, always enjoying the conversations that occurred between you both. 

While you both were talking on the couch, Claire could not stop so many thoughts about you going all over the place in her mind, most of them about you. When some of the conversations were getting a bit boring, she would peek around the party to see you observing her from the couch or starting the small talk with some of the other people around you. 

She would be lying to herself that it didn’t make her feel all types of ways at the moment. Yet all she could do is act like she isn't soaking wet and wanting you to fuck her at this very moment. Once she finishes her conversation with the host of the apartment, she makes her way to you on the couch. Claire acts as normal as she can at the moment when she grabs your hands so she can drag you to the bathroom, failing to miss the smirk on Jen’s face knowing what’s going to happen next. The moment that both of you get to the bathroom, your wife locks the door right away and you immediately go to kiss her. 

All Claire can do is whine and moan into the kiss, too turned on to care if anyone hears her while you let your hands roam all over her body. You move your hand to pull her suit pants down to her ankles, not wasting time moving her from the wall to sit on the sink to get a better view of her as you eat out her wet pussy. She gladly lets you manhandle her around the tiny bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible when all she wants is your mouth anywhere on her body. 

“ Look at my pretty little dove, being such a good girl for me,” you say as you leave kisses over her thighs just to see what she does next. As always, she holds herself off from shoving your head toward her center. 

“ Where do you need me sweet dove?” you ask most innocently to your wife when both of you know what she needs at the moment. 

“ my pussy Ma’am, please eat me out,” she whines, too turned on to care and you spare your sweet wife for today and immediately go for her pussy. Claire quickly covers her mouth the moment your tongue starts to lick her pussy, wishing she wasn’t in some supporter's house for a work thing so she could be as loud as she wants. 

Claire can tell that you're going as quickly as you can, not wanting to get anyone suspicious of the two of you. She takes the moment to move one of her hands to your hair to keep you in place and you gladly let her do that. If the both of you were home, then she would be punished but because she’s been so good to you, today you decide to let it slide. 

You move away your mouth from claire’s pussy, seeing her feel a bit disappointed when she sees you enter her welcoming pussy with two fingers. She sees you get up from the floor to kiss her again, letting her taste herself from her lips and taking in all of her as she tries her best to be quiet. You move away from her lips to her neck, making sure to get the point that makes her see stars when a knock is heard from the door, stopping the both of you. 

“ Did we get followed?” she whispers in your ear. 

“ Most people were busy when we left the living room claire bear, we should be fine,” you say back before the person by the door starts knocking again. 

“ Can the both of you let me in please,” she pauses,” I need to talk to Mrs.Debella about the speech that she’s supposed to give in the next 20 minutes or so”.

Of course, it’s Jen at the door. 

“ Can you-” 

“I got it,” you tell her, moving away from your wife to let Jen to the bathroom, which takes her by surprise the moment she’s in the bathroom as she sees her friend fucked out, pants suit down to her ankles, her pussy all wet and puffy for the both of you to see. 

“ didn’t know you had it in you dove-” 

“ Jen we appreciate you but you can either be good for us and stand on the side while I reward my sweet dove or you can help me make her cum before her speech,” by the tone of your voice, Jen moves away to just watch her friend being fucked by you. Claire could not care less as the only thing that she wants now is to cum. 

“ You look so pretty being a good girl little dove, you whisper in her ear as you insert two of her fingers back into her pussy. All Claire can do is stay silent as the two fingers inside of her move at a fast pace to get her to her orgasm. Jen makes her way to the right side of Claire, feeling a bit left out and tired of just being a viewer. As soon as she gets on Claire's other side, your wife brings her friend's lips to hers, letting all the moans out of her mouth and she takes the moment to shove one of her hands in Jen’s pants to be met with wetness. 

“ Look at my two good girls,” you say as you watch both of them,” gonna have to bring you home with us Jennifer after this boring party”. 

“ fuck,” you hear Jen mumble as Claire removes her lips and removes her other hand to taste Jen. “ If your wife doesn’t take half an hour with her speech I would love that daddy.”

“ Can we bring her home with us after Ma’am please?” Claire pleads. 

“ Wanna be a good girl for the both of you please, fuck wanna cum so bad,” she tells both of you.

“ How about you cum for us then sweet dove,” you order, Jen lets her horny mind get the best of her and moves her hand to rub at Claire’s clit while you pump her fingers at a faster rate. It doesn’t take love for the woman to cum between the two of you and you quickly shove your lips on hers the second that she comes so nobody hears those pretty little moans of hers. 

You let Jen get herself together to go back out while Claire’s resting her head on your shoulder, feeling blissed out after the orgasm she had. 

“ How do I look? “ Jen asks the two of you and gets a thumbs up in return.

“ Fix her up and I’ll announce that she’s giving her speech in the next 15 minutes,” Jen tells you before walking out of the bathroom like she didn’t just get fucked. Claire laughs at Jen’s antics before trying to get up but failing badly, lucky for her she has you to freshen up before she has to be out. 

“ Did you want to bring Jennifer back home with us Claire bear? Or was it just something to say to tease her? “ you wonder as you fix her hair up a bit. 

“ If she wants to y/n, it would be fun to have her with us, it’s been a while since we had anyone in bed,” she says while fixing up her pants and making them neat again. The last person that you had sex with was an old friend of yours from grad school who treated you both so well.

“I think it was Agatha who we brought home right dove? Do you remember what happened that night?” 

Claire doesn’t answer the question, just staying quiet but blushing as she remembers what happened that night so you pull her close to you to give her some kisses on her head. 

“ how about my pretty lady walks back out to the living room, gives her speech like a badass bitch and we could bring some Jennifer with us to have some fun? Work with you?” 

The promise of possibly having Jen with you both later in the night motivates your wife as she checks herself one more time in the mirror, asks you how she looks and makes her way out of the bathroom to give a speech to the group of people in the living room like the badass that she is. 

Though you do hate campaign fundraisers, there are times when they can be fun for both you and Claire.

[getlostsquidward]

sweet like candy in my veins

pairing: claire debella x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, office sex, semi-public sex, oral sex, implied sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamic, exhibitionism (kinda?), voyeurism

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Normally, Claire admires how Jennifer Barkley commands a room full of men, makes her way through something, and walks among others with her head up. They're too similar in that sense, and if this was any other day she'd say she likes it, albeit secretly—because the campaign manager would never let her live it down if she knew.

But as the phone rang and Claire's secretary informed her that Jen is currently marching her way to her office with sheer panic in her voice, she thinks that hiring her in her senate run was the biggest mistake she'd ever made.

Only because she didn't want to be interrupted, not when her slacks are pooled around her ankles and your tongue is lazily licking her cunt, bringing her pleasure.

Glancing down at your head between her thighs, her breath hitched as you suckled on her clit. “Baby, I need you to be quiet for me.”

“Wha–”

The answer revealed itself before you could even complete your sentence as the door burst open, revealing Jen. You froze as you heard the chair scraping against the floor.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Barkley?”

Claire asks, feigning indifference. Her hand leaves your hair, clasping them above the desk. 

You don't know how long this impromptu meeting will last, so instead of just kneeling there and listening to what could be important matters, you opted to keep yourself busy in other ways.

Your fingertips skim her legs, circling random shapes on her knees. You part her thighs a little wider, pressing soft kisses on the smooth skin. Claire briefly looked down, meeting your eyes. She raises her brow in warning.

Electing to ignore the governor, you inched closer to her core, giving kitten licks on her folds. She slightly jumped on her seat as your tongue made contact, the wetness of your tongue cold against her pussy. 

Claire composes herself as she half listens to Jennifer, her right hand deftly burying itself in your hair, tugging lightly.

“Where's your pretty assistant, anyway? I was really looking forward to seeing them. Maybe ask them out to lunch,” Jen smirks, and Claire's grip on your hair wound tight as she begins to feel annoyed, wanting to slap the stupid grin off her face.

You're literally between her legs with your face buried in her pussy, but she can't help but feel threatened by Jen. She could be very persistent, after all.

“She's on leave. Why are you here anyway? Our meeting is scheduled for next week.”

“Don't worry, I won't charge you for this. Like I said, I wanted to see Y/N. Oh, stop looking at me like that. What, would you like it if I said it's you I want to visit?”

“Don't flatter yourself, Barkley. Now if you don't have anything serious to discuss, the door is open.”

Jen raises her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Send them my regards.”

The two of you breathed in relief as she stood up, but as Jennifer opened the door, she paused. “By the way, that's a really nice Louboutins you got there, Y/N.”

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[wonder-stuck]

Wow, who on their 2020 bingo had Elon Musk killing Andrew Tate at his own murder party and then accidentally burning down his private island home while he had the Mona Lisa inside.

[pickledpascal]

The Missing Link

Chapter Four: Hindenburg

Warnings: Panic attack, Miles Bron is closeted (?), some swearing.

Word Count: 7.4k

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Out of all the people Detective Blanc expected to arrive at the dock earlier that day, Ezra Wayne and his daughter were not one of them. Birdie Jay, why wouldn't he? She was the problematic fashionista who was clinging onto relevancy by trying to come up with something new and revolutionary every few years. Duke Cody was a men's rights activist, pleading for his audience to trust everything he said. And they did, not thinking to make at least one Google search to check if he was telling the truth or not. Claire Debella and Lionel Toussaint were similar in that much of their money to do their work was provided by Miles, in turn they'd basically support everything he did.

Ezra Wayne was the outlier. 

Why would he come all the way to Greece to meet an old friend who he was very vocal about not liking anymore? He didn't owe anything to Miles as far as Blanc knew. Ezra started his acting career from nothing. No help or reassurance was given to him by any of his past friends.

He knew this because of some of the interviews he'd seen. It was safe to say Benoit was a fan. Who wouldn't think the tall, dark, and handsome man wasn't the best looking in all of Hollywood anyway? He was also a great actor too, starring in anything from a silly rom com to the scariest of horror movies. Blanc liked versatility in his men.

Seeing Ezra in person was certainly something. His gray's were much more prominent than in the movies, showing his age. Maybe he hadn't gotten around to re-dyeing it yet. Then there was the part where Birdie deadnamed him. Ezra didn't seem that bothered, just annoyed. 

When he got his chance, Blanc smiled kindly as Ezra turned to him. "I must say, I absolutely love your films! I've seen almost all of 'em, you're amazin' in every single one." He was nervous but he needed to get that out as he looked Ezra up and down. It felt like he was a teenager again, talking to the most attractive boy at school. Ezra always looked absolutely beautiful on screen but it didn't compare to seeing him in real life.

Once on the boat, Benoit wanted to get an inkling to each person's personality. It just so happened that he was walking into the boat to talk with Lionel when Elle waved him over. It was hard to say no, especially with such a beautiful man in the room. But nerves, they were never something Benoit got over easily. He was a relatively calm person, even after the sheer amount of dangerous cases he's been through that would send any sane person running. Who takes on the mysterious case of the death of the mystery novel writer? Apparently, Benoit Blanc does. When Benoit did get nervous, though, they didn't leave as swiftly as he would hope.

After all, meeting your celebrity crush and escaping a near death experience are two completely different things. Although, they might meet on this isolated island.

Conversation with the father-daughter duo was certainly interesting and insinuated something Benoit wasn’t sure he wanted to admit. As much as he wanted to focus on the matter at hand, it was hard with someone as determined as Elle to make both himself and Ezra a blubbering mess. 

Benoit pursed his lips, he might as well use this time to try and eliminate Ezra from his suspect list. Or try to. “Y’know, Ezra, you and your daughter seem to be out of place among all these…. Eccentric personalities. For an actor, it’s strange of me to admit such a thing.” It was peculiar that Ezra was here. If he wasn’t the murderer–which would be horrible for Benoit–-then why was he here?

“I like to think it’s because I grew up poor and didn’t compromise myself or leech off of others in order to get rich and famous.” The brunette explained with a hum. Benoit nodded at Ezra and looked down at his hands.

The others happened to grow up in middle class families, besides Birdie–she was the daughter of a famous model, making her famous even before she was born. And Lionel, a little different too. He intimately worked with Miles, being employed by him for the sake of doing what he always wanted to do. Only for the sake of science of course. 

—------

Now, Benoit did not know of Ezra before his transition but the actor was always open about that time, sharing photos of himself and even his deadname but Benoit didn’t think it was that difficult to call Ezra by the name he goes by now. Apparently it was very hard for Miles. 

“Liz-Ezra…. You look amazing. Great, actually. I’m glad you’re here.” Miles’ eyebrows furrowed as he corrected himself. Benoit observed him as he walked the length of the glass dock. It seemed Miles was blushing a little but it didn’t look like embarrassment.

Huh, interesting…. Oh.

Oh.

Well, it’s reassuring that Benoit isn’t the only one attracted to Ezra. He glanced at Helen who stared at Miles. His main objective was to get her some answers, he needed to focus on that. If he happened to get a boyfriend out of this case, well, that would be nice. Benoit closed his eyes for a moment to get his head in the right mindset, fixing his sunglasses.

“Can we just take a second and fully inbreathiate this moment together?” Miles said with a gentle smile. Benoit pursed his lips and cocked his eyebrow, he ignored it but something inside him was saying that he needed to remember that for later.

Benoit was quiet as the tour started, mostly hanging around Helen to give her some semblance of comfort. Someone here killed her sister so he didn’t blame her if she was tense and weary of everyone, even if some of them seemed too dense to commit a murder. 

“Get settled in! Change. Let’s meet up at the pool.” Miles told everyone with a happy smile. “We’ll have a chill afternoon and then the game begins!” He announced, letting everyone fiddle with the bracelets around their wrists to find their room. As expected, Miles requested Benoit come with him for a private chat.

—-------

The pool seemed to be calmer but that meant it was time for Benoit to start gathering some information, among other things. He looked around the rectangular pool, catching sight of Birdie and Claire on the pool chairs off to the side while Miles was playing a tune on the guitar. He made his way over the Miles and grabbed one of the drinks inside the cooler. 

“Oh! Baby Blue!” Benoit exclaimed, a light smile on his face as he twisted the cap open and took a drink. His nose wrinkled slightly at the taste. It was like Jared Leto somehow bottled how he smelled. Benoit had never met him before but that’s what he imagined he’d smell like.

Duke took a sip of his drink, “Yeah. Miles, you remember when you almost pancaked me outside Andi’s–”

“Anderson Cooper’s birthday party? Yeah, Coop's parties are memorable.” Miles laughed with an almost nervous smile as he grabbed a bottle as well.

Benoit stood from his crouching position and looked over at Ezra and Elle. They were talking with each other. No one seemed to want to talk to them. Peculiar, with such a close-knit group like this. He made his way over to the pair and sat at the other pool chair next to Ezra. “Have you always been…. The outcast in a group like this?” He asked, careful but still blunt.

“Eh, kinda.” Ezra lowered his sunglasses so they covered his eyes, the sides of his lips were tense. “I was the only one who wanted a job in the performing arts and then I told them I was also trangender, kinda put the nail in the coffin.”

“Hmm.” Benoit nodded, catching a glimpse of the scars ever so slightly showing from underneath the half-open shirt on Ezra’s shoulders. “You look…. Great.” He said with a light smile, knowing his face must be some shade of red. He assumed crimson. It didn’t take the detective much to get him a blushing mess. It just depended on the person and if they had the means to.

Ezra let out a small laugh at the compliment. “Thanks, Detective. I could say the same for you.” Benoit bit the inside of his cheek. Was he flirting with him? Holy shit. “I mean, I would be very proud of myself if I was the most attractive detective alive.” Ezra shrugged.

Benoit let out a flattered laugh, feeling as if he was a boy again. “Some might say you’re the most attractive actor alive.” It was weak, but it was all he could come up with. It was like his brain was short-circuiting. Only for a second.

—------

After the little stunt at the pool, Helen and Benoit met in the gym as it seemed no one was using it or was going to use it in the short time they were there. Of course, that led to Benoit snooping around the compound to eventually find Duke watching Miles and Whiskey…. Doing their thing in front of a window. Honestly, though, how could Miles not see Duke. Weird. 

Helen got a little closer, wanting to hear what the pair was talking about behind the glass. Benoit pursed his lips, shaking his head at her. She was good but damn if she got caught, that'd be the end of their investigation.

—------

"My mom took me to Paris when I was six years old. First time I looked at this lady, it changed my life. You know Da Vinci invented a technique for brush strokes that leave no lines?" Miles gushed over the real Mona Lisa, the one in songs and meant to be the museum of art in France. Guess not these days. "That's how you can look straight at her and her expression changes every time. Her smile's there, then it disappears. Is she happy? Is she sad? Is it something else?"

Benoit never was one to be interested in art, at least not high art like the Mona Lisa or any of Goya's paintings. He appreciated it, sure, just not one to dedicate his whole life to caring about them. It seemed Ezra was similar in that aspect, taking a sip from his glass with an unbothered look in his eyes. 

Helen kept staring at the painting, nodding. "It really is something." Benoit glanced up at the painting before he looked back at Miles.

Claire looked from Miles to the painting and narrowed her eyes. "Wait a minute, Miles. Why do you have the Mona Lisa in your living room?" Her tone was pointed, like she knew something the rest didn't. Or, that Claire knew Miles was gonna do something she didn't like.

Miles let out a breath, a cocky smile appearing on his lips. "In one week, I've invited world leaders and members of the press from all over to unveil the future." He said as he grabbed a crystal-like object from his pocket and showed it to everyone in the room. Most looked confused…. But Claire and Lionel…. "You know what this is?"

"You know damn well we do." Lionel gritted out, tapping at the lip of his glass. "What's going on, Miles?" 

Benoit raised his hand, letting out a strained laugh. "Uh, I don't." It seemed, neither did Ezra or his daughter who's attention was peaked at the crystallic object. They seemed to have felt the rise of tension in the room.

"Don't drop it." Miles threw it at Benoit who caught it with ease.

But Claire, she was concerned. "Oh my god!" Perhaps something would have happened if the little crystal touched the floor. They were all in trouble, then. 

Benoit looked at the crystal between his fingers, carefully staring at the grooves and small bubbles that seemed to be trapped inside.

"That's a new solid hydrogen fuel. It's incredibly powerful." Miles explained, "It's radically efficient. Zero carbon emissions, and it's derived from abundant seawater. I call it Klear, with a K." Because of course he did. "And at this event, we are going to announce 'Klear America.' Our affordable home power solution. Klear is going to be powering people's dreams, all over this country, by the end of this year."

Ezra shook his head, he may not have been a chemist or anything that had to do with the sciences but the looks Claire and Lionel had on their faces weren't hard to read. They were concerned, devastated even. 

Lionel slammed his glass down on one of the podiums, causing the glass on the Mona Lisa to lift back up. It was protecting itself, from what? It didn't know just yet. "No. No. Because I was clear with you. I told you I need two years minimum to test this stuff to see if it's safe or even viable. Claire and I are not gonna be responsible for putting something out in the world before it is tested. And–" He paused once Miles pointed up at the air around them.

"Shit." Ezra breathed. So much for being safe on this summer vacation. They were walking around in a ticking time bomb….

"Oh, no." Lionel realized as well, stepping back from Miles.

Miles nodded with a smirk, "Oh, yeah."

Benoit's eyebrows furrowed as he looked back at the small crystal in his hand. "You're running this entire place off this?"

"The whole Glass Onion is powered by Klear." Miles let out a light laugh. He was giddy, his dreamlike fuel was working. As far as he knew. "Come on, let's…. Let's eat!"

It was clear that both Lionel and Claire weren't sure they could trust Miles anymore. He was being reckless. More reckless than he usually was. Elle narrowed her eyes at Miles before she looked at Ezra who let out a light breath. Maybe they could get through this night and leave as soon as possible in the morning. Ezra didn't want to stay too much longer if the whole island was dangerous and he also didn't want to feel responsible if something were to happen to his daughter.

This was a huge mistake.

—----

Dinner was short-lived, Benoit solved Miles' "mystery" in just a few short seconds and Ezra had to refrain from the urge to laugh once he saw his defeated face. The pair went upstairs, leaving Ezra and Elle with everyone else who deemed it was time to get royally hammered after their weekend was ruined. 

Duke's notifications went off, causing the glass vault to go back up. "You know, you could just power it down." Lionel suggested to Duke. 

"Ah, it's my Google Alerts. Got them for all you guys." Duke explained, taking a sip from his glass. "Whiskey, sports I like, general interests."

Ezra rubbed Elle's back while she leaned on him. She was tired even though it was only 8:30 but he couldn't blame her. The whole day was filled with…. things out of the ordinary. Plus she found another father figure and half her time was spent getting him and Ezra together. Well, Elle's work seemed to be done. They may never see each other again after Ezra leaves tomorrow. It was sad, thinking about the future and the fact that each time Elle would look at a magazine with Benoit's solved cases on the front cover, she would ache for something that could have been.

Lionel was unimpressed as Duke's phone rang yet again. "You have a Google Alert for the word 'movie?'"

"I like movies!" Duke defended. "Don't hate. Nerd." Says the guy who started off on Twitch as a gamer. 

Ezra took a sip of his drink, looked at the red table in front of him. His eyes glazed over as he thought about what may happen after this. He'd be glad to go home, back to his normal life. Which was weird to think that being an actor everyone sought over was normal. But it was for him. Though, Elle knew differently. He longed for someone to be with, and if that someone just so happened to be Benoit Blanc…. Well, wouldn't that be nice?

Birdie let out a relieved sigh as she sat down on the couch, "Thank God for Benoit Blanc. We don't have to spend the weekend spelling hedges." She sipped her drink through her straw.

"Well, I'm outta her. Tomorrow morning. Gone." Duke stated, waving his hand.

Whiskey shook her head, "We just got here." She was on the floor. Ezra wasn't sure why or how she got there and he didn't really care either.

Duke mockingly whined like a baby. Elle's gaze hardened at him, she could treat Whiskey much better than him. If only she could let him go and leave him, Duke didn't deserve her. Not to mention, Duke was at least twenty years older than Whiskey. "You can stay. Have fun."

"Fine. You're murdering my vibe." Whiskey grabbed the bottle of tequila next to her and stood up, walking outside.

Birdie whined, "No! Miserable in paradise. We've all earned this."

Andi walked towards the group, "Yes, you have." She seemed more tense than before. Perhaps she was gonna blow up again.

Ezra helped Elle stand from her place on the couch and retreated outside with her by his side. He didn't want to hear whatever argument that was going to happen. It would have been entertaining but Ezra's brain was close to shutting off. And if Elle was anything like her father, he knew it was the same for her.

Soon, Andi was leaving too. She stopped to say a few words to Whiskey then made her way to Ezra. 

"You-you are the only good one. And I don't blame you for leaving all those years ago." She said before running off. 

Ezra cocked his head somewhat confused while Elle looked off into the distance, admiring how the moonlight danced with the water. Whatever happened in there, must've been enough to set her off. Not that Ezra blamed Andi at all. After everything that's happened between her and Miles and suddenly she's cut out of the company. Ezra didn't know many details about why but he assumed it was because of something big…. 

His eyes widened, shaking his head a little. He was being dumb. It was because of that Klear stuff, wasn't it? Andi knew it was dangerous and didn't want Miles to be distributing across the entire country. No wonder….

—-----

Well, they certainly picked the wrong time to make their way back inside. Duke looked as if he was choking, falling down on one of the coffee tables until his harbored breaths were silenced. He died. Right in front of their eyes. Ezra immediately shielded Elle's eyes, holding her tight to his chest while Benoit inspected his body. 

"I'm afraid Mr. Cody is…. Is dead." Benoit said as he looked up at Claire. There was a certain sense of bewilderment in his eyes. He's seen plenty of deaths before, it was a part of his job, but none quite like Duke's.

Birdie started to scream while Whiskey cried, "No, Duke! No!" 

The rest of the conversation seemed to buzz in Ezra's ears. Someone killed Duke. That much was obvious. The question was who? And, well, there were only a select few on the island.

"Fuck." Ezra cursed under his breath, loosening his grip on Elle. "We have to get the fuck out of here." He ran a hand through his hair.

Sure, Claire could see the headlines but Ezra could see them too. He was an actor, a transgender one at that so criticism was something he was used to. But this…. This would be a whole new level. Ezra hated red-pill "truthers," so being on an island with one who just so happened to die would automatically blacklist him. Progressives in Hollywood wouldn't cast him anymore and the conservatives didn't cast him at all because he was trans. 

"My dear, hey, you're gonna be alright." Benoit told Elle softly, wrapping his arms around her for a moment while she sniffled softly.

Even if Duke was an asshole and a bitch, witnessing his death wasn't something Elle was particularly fond of. Sure, he might have deserved it with the harm he caused on little boys minds but…. This…. This was different. It would haunt Elle for the rest of her life, she was sure. 

"Boat can't come till low tide in the morning. Six am at the earliest." Lionel announced as he walked back.

Benoit patted Elle's shoulder for a moment before he looked at Lionel. "Do they understand the situation?" He asked with a frown.

"There is no other landing point, and Miles' dumbass Banksy dock was set to low-tide height and it isn't buoyant. It is a piece of shit." Lionel explained, tone very reasonably pointed at the man who decided to have said dock. 

Ezra wrapped a blanket around Elle's shoulders, knowing that sometimes she needed the weight to feel normal again. This certainly wouldn't help all the things going on inside her brain. And, holy shit, was Miles saying someone was trying to kill him and not Duke? Well, then they royally fucked up. Poison in the person's drink was rather cliché wasn't it? And clumsy because shit like this could happen. You could mix up the drinks and accidentally have given it to the wrong person. 

Hm, maybe Ezra could be the new Harlan Thrombey…. Without all the parts of suicide and…. Well, Benoit Blanc appeared in Ezra's life too. Maybe that was a sign.

"Forget about his phone. Look." Lionel pointed at Duke's holster…. Which was missing the gun. The gun that Duke was famous for always keeping with him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…." Ezra ran a hand through his hair, squeezing Elle's shoulder to comfort her. Now someone was roaming around the island with a goddamned gun. So much for a little light hearted fun. 

Elle shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "I can't believe this is happening." Her lungs were screaming for air, her esophagus closing up. "D-Dad…." She said weakly. She could feel her heartbeat going faster and faster. She couldn't breathe. 

She was having a panic attack.

Ezra's eyes widened. He knew these signs. He didn't care about what was happening behind him, he needed to focus on his daughter. "I'm right here, Elle, c'mon look at me, okay?" He tilted Elle's head towards him as he wrapped his arms around her. "Take a few big breaths, honey. I'm here for you, whatever you need, okay?" Ezra squeezed her tight, not missing the concerned look Benoit had for her. But it was like he knew Ezra would help her through it. 

"Blanc, you have to help me. Help me! Help me!" Miles yelled right before Benoit slapped him across the face.

Benoit shouted, "What happens at ten o'clock!" 

As soon as those words left his mouth, all the lights powered down. They were showered in darkness, the only light that didn't turn off was the lighthouse just outside. It rotated, causing only a sliver of light to run through the house. 

Against Benoit's wishes, no one stayed in the living room. Well, besides Elle and Ezra. Weirdly, the light seemed to help Elle out of her panic attack. Her heart was still beating fast but she could breathe again which helped marginally.

"Alright, that's good, sweetheart." Ezra said calmly, cupping her cheek softly as he wrapped a blanket around her. "I'll grab you some water, okay. Stay here." Turning on the flashlight from his phone, he found his way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass to fill it with water. Once he was back in the living room, Elle took it gratefully and downed it. Her throat was feeling better, less dry than before. "There we go." Ezra kissed the top of her head. "I love you, kiddo."

Elle buried her face in Ezra's chest, letting a few tears flow. "I love you too, Dad. So much."

—-----

"Who?" Claire asked, that's the thing all of them were thinking but it seemed only Benoit had the answers.

Benoit, looking off to the side for a moment, smacked his lips. "Well, I keep returning, in my mind, to the Glass Onion." Ezra cocked an eyebrow at him. He's heard of the weird ways Benoit had explained the truth of a case but…. What did the Glass Onion have to do with any of this? "Something that seems densely layered, mysterious and inscrutable. But in fact, the center is in plain sight. And that is why this case has confounded me like no other." Benoit gently rubbed Elle's arm before walking the length of the living room.

"Why, every complex layer peeled back has revealed another layer and another layer and come to naught." Benoit looked around at the room, at the different people standing in front of him as his eyes narrowed momentarily. "And that was the problem, right there. You see, I expected complexity. I expected intelligence. I expected a puzzle, a game." Where was he going with this? Ezra kept Elle close, not knowing if they were in a room with a murderer or not. "But that's not what any of this is. It hides. Not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing obvious clarity. Truth is, it doesn't hide at all."

Ezra looked around the room. Who would be the most obvious choice to murder both Andi and Duke? He could think of many reasons why all of them would want to kill Andi but Duke? He was dumb, he had no ill intentions. At least, not to them. To the greater public? Probably. 

"I was staring right at it." Benoit sighed, feeling somewhat dumb for not assuming it at first. "The killer nearly struck my Achilles' heel. But thank high heaven, at the last moment, I realized what had teased my brain through this entire case… "inbreathiate." It's not a word." Benoit shook his head, glancing at Ezra for a moment. 

It seemed obvious he would start to catch on out of all of them. Not to say that Whiskey wasn't smart or the rest weren't but they all believed Miles and how "smart" he portrays himself to be. Ezra, on the other hand, does not. 

Lionel shook his head for a second, not getting how this related to anything. "What?" 

"'Inbreathiate.'" Ezra repeated. "It's not a real word, it just sounds like one but it's…. Made up. Like something a kid would say to sound smart." He explained, blinking a little as the pieces started to fall into place. 

"Precisely." Benoit nodded, "And "reclamation," that is a word. But it's the wrong word." His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, sighing. "This entire day… A veritable minefield of malapropisms and factual errors." Now, Ezra would be lying if he said he knew any of the words Benoit used in that single sentence but he was sure the detective was using them correctly. After all, Benoit had this way of speaking that felt like he would be more at home in the 40s or 50s if he should ever set foot in that time period.

Benoit turned and pointed out the window. "That is the Aegean Sea." Right…. Miles said the Ionian Sea. But if what Benoit was starting to say was true then… It was Miles all along. But he couldn't, right? Miles was too dumb to pull off a murder. 

"Oh, yeah. It is, it is." Claire said, not understanding what Benoit was trying to explain.

"His dick doesn't float. His wonder-fuel is a disaster. His grasp of disruption theory is remedial at best." Aw, and just when Ezra was going to turn to the dark side. Yeah…. No. "He didn't design the puzzle boxes. He didn't write the mystery. Et voilà. It all adds up. The key to this entire case. And it was staring at me right in the face." Benoit then clarified, clicking his tongue as turned back the group. "Like everyone in the world, I assumed Miles Bron was a complicated genius."

Ezra chuckled, shaking his head. "First mistake, Detective." He shrugged. Miles couldn't come up with his own idea if it saved a million lives. 

Ezra knew that and he warned Andi against partnering with Miles… but she didn't listen. And that's why he left. Sure, the transphobia was part of it but he couldn't bear to watch Andi throw away all her ideas and let Miles get all the credit. Alpha was hers, never Miles'. He just so happened to run into Andi and she took him along for the ride. 

Benoit glanced at Ezra, a slightly amused look in his eye. "Look into the clear center of this Glass Onion… Miles Bron is an idiot."

Whiskey covered her lips, a little shocked Benoit would say such a thing. Miles' jaw tensed, "Oh, please." He grumbled, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. "Just tell us who tried to kill me."

"No one tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon." Benoit countered, shoving his hands in his pockets. If Miles was the murderer, Benoit certainly did not seem scared when he insulted him to his face.

Miles exclaimed, growing frustrated and not in the way that would make him seem innocent. "Duke took my glass!" He wouldn't make a great actor, Ezra could see all his tells easily.

Keeping his composure, Benoit looked at Miles unpressed. "That's what you told us he did. He must've picked it up by mistake, you told us, right after it happened." Ezra cocked his head slightly as he started to remember. It was right in front of them. Miles couldn't be that dumb? To attempt murder right before their eyes. "Ignore his lies, everyone, and think clearly now! What did we all actually see?"

"Y-You handed Duke your own glass. In front of us! And you lied. Made us think you didn't." Ezra said, letting go of Elle once it seemed she was alright. "I must admit I'm not sad that he's dead but…. You traumatized my kid for life.

"Blanc, Ezra… you're telling us Miles killed Duke?" Lionel asked in disbelief. 

Benoit nodded, "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because the night Andi sent you all the emails, when Duke got to Andi's house early on his motorcycle he saw Miles leaving. Was almost struck by him." Benoit explained, Ezra wasn't following this time. What email? "In fact, he told all of us. Right in the open, he told us. That night, at Andi's." 

Claire nodded, rubbing her chin slightly. "That night…. Duke told us he almost got in an accident. He… pancaked?" She realized.

"Okay yeah, but Miles had been living in Greece the past six months." Lionel said. He couldn't accept the fact Miles would kill one of their closest friends. Even if Duke was…. Duke.

Benoit let out a light huff, a laugh almost. "No." It was clipped. "Whiskey." He made his way over to her. This piqued Elle's interest, what did all this have to do with her? "Miles saw you on your birthday in New York. Gave you that necklace for your birthday. You're a Taurus." He whispered.

"I am." Whiskey said in a light whisper as well before she realized, "Two weeks ago. May 9th."

Benoit shrugged as Peg ran back into the room. "Forget the hydrofuels, and the sweatshops, and the consensual cuckolding for cable news assignments." Cuckold? God, that had to be the first time he's ever said that for a case. It made Ezra snort out a laugh. 

"Sorry what?" Peg asked, face clear with confusion. 

"And focus! On the envelope." Benoit motioned with his hand to a staircase.

Everyone's heads turned at the staircase to reveal Andi descending from the steps. Birdie let out a shriek, while Claire yelled a few curses. Ezra, on the other hand, was utterly confused.

"Andi?" Lionel asked, appalled.

Ezra looked from Andi to Benoit, "What the fuck is going on?" She was dead not more than two minutes ago when he thought she was dead, the grief was just starting to set in until she came back.

"Who did the envelope threaten?" Benoit didn't expect Ezra to know, maybe he should have explained but it's not like Whiskey really would have known either. "Miles Bron." Almost as if Miles' mom just died in a house fire, his expression became sour and hardened. "That night, Lionel faxed Andi's email to Miles who received it in New York. The one thing that could destroy his empire of lies, the truth in the hands of the only person unafraid to tell it. So Miles drives his Baby Blue Porsche to the scene of the crime, and Andi let's him in." Benoit cocked his head at Miles, eyes narrowed.

Benoit never had any remorse unveiling the truth, especially with cases with such…. Shitheads. "Of course she did. Miles' machine of lawyers and power could destroy her through sheer dumb force. But Miles himself? Oh, she was clever enough not to fear Miles." If this was going where Ezra thought this was going… then who was the woman that looked exactly like Andi? "But she didn't see the real threat, the obvious threat until it was too late. Duke alone knew you were there that night, but he didn't know Andi was dead." 

Ezra ran a hand down his forehead. Wait… Andi had mentioned she had a sister to him, maybe a few times just when families were brought up in conversation. She didn't happen to say her sister was twin but… What else could this be? The actor looked up at the "imposter"—if he could really call her that–and realized. That had to be Helen.

"No, no, he didn't know that until this evening." Benoit continued as he pointed out, "Right here, when he got a Google Alert on his phone, which has now fallen strangely silent." He made his way around Miles and grabbed something from his pocket to reveal that Miles had Duke's phone ever since he died. Ezra was somewhat scared Benoit was feeling him up or something, thankfully it didn't seem Benoit had a kink for villains. "Which he showed to you… because you don't own a phone." 

"Did you really think you could stop all of them from finding out about Andi's death? They all have phones." The blonde made her way towards the group, her southern accent was thick.

"He didn't need to hide the death, he just needed to hide that Duke has shown him the death moments before he was killed." Benoit spun the tail a little further… Well, not so much spinning, more like weaving. Putting the pieces together so they could see the finished product more clearly. "Right out in the open, Duke showed him. And told him exactly what he wanted in return for his silence. So what does Miles do?" The Detective stepped away from the man in question.

The woman followed Benoit, "Does he keep a vial of poison in his tooth or something? Is that some rich person thing?" If it was, Ezra was in trouble. 

Benoit sighed, shaking his head in slight disappointment. "No, no, no, no, it's just… it's so much stupider than that. Birdie, what are the ingredients to your Cuban Breeze?" He asked.

Suddenly the attention was on her and it winded her for a moment. "Um, vodka, amaretto…."

"Oh, God." Whiskey gasped, raising her hands to her mouth as she realized. 

"And… pineapple juice." Birdie finished after a little while.

Benoit strained, slightly disgusted and appalled. "An allergy!" 

"He can't even have a drop." 

"Pineapple juice!" The detective exclaimed in frustration. "He just put pineapple juice in his whiskey! It's so dumb." He shook his head, raising a hand to his forehead to rub at it. It teased his brain in the worst way possible. 

Birdie, probably drunk, gasped in amazement. "It's so dumb, it's brilliant!" 

"No! It's just dumb!" Benoit exclaimed, rubbing a hand against his forehead.

Ezra didn't need to check as he went up to her while the rest went to check their phones, reading off the first article about Cassandra Brand. "You must be Helen Brand…" He said softly.

"You know Helen?" Claire asked. It seemed none of them knew who she was, or they didn't pay much attention when Andi told them about her.

Helen glanced from Claire to Ezra. "We met once. He was in Alabama for some movie and recognized me." She explained, fiddling with the red envelope in her hands as Miles realized… The person he just tried to kill wasn't Andi at all. But an entirely different character all together.

"And now we come to Helen's attempted murder. Which, I have to give you credit for, did have a sound foundation of thought." Benoit said, earning him a glare from Ezra. The actor could see it being a bad habit already, the detective praising a criminal for their creativity just because it tested him enough. But Ezra didn't mind if that was the worst thing about Benoit. "You realized the opportunity laid out in front of you. You have a house on a remote island, filled with desperate people, all of whom have a real-life reason to wish this woman harm. You–" Benoit paused suddenly, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Miles. Something started to become abundantly clear in his mind.

Benoit continued, somewhat weary, "Furthermore, you have a loaded gun conveniently within reach. And the lights had even been turned off." He let out a heavy sigh as he brought a hand to his forehead. "Heavens to…" Ezra didn't want to laugh but the sound escaped him anyways. Benoit may have described Ransom and Harlan in an older case as "drama mamas" but he wasn't exempt from that description either. "You dim-witted, brainless… jackass!" Elle jumped a little as she wrapped the blanket tighter around her form. 

"Your one murder, with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me." It seemed he knew how it felt now. Andi got her ideas stolen by Miles for years, the napkin wasn't the only thing. They all knew that.

Lionel cocked his head, "And after all that, you…. You still kept the envelope? Didn't burn it or anything?" He asked. It could have been seen as a trophy of some sort but if someone–like Helen–were to discover he still had it then his empire would fall. 

"You recognize this?" Helen asked, almost smug as she took the napkin out of its packaging. "Andi's handwritin'. I got you, son of a bitch." Miles almost looked scared. 

Miles shook his head, "Oh, let's slow down there, sister. Okay? Because first, how could you ever prove that that's the original?" He countered. "She might have copied mine."

"No. The bar closed nine years ago, and hers has one thing that yours just doesn't." Helen pointed at something, Ezra couldn't see what since he was standing behind her. However, Ezra was prepared to jump Miles if Helen asked him to. 

Miles hummed, glancing over Helen's shoulder to meet Benoit's eyes. "Okay, but second…." He clicked on his light to set the napkin aflame. 

Benoit and Ezra ran over to Helen. "What the hell did he do?" Benoit exclaimed as he looked at the pile of ash that suddenly formed at Helen's feet. 

"He just burned it!" Helen gasped as Benoit squatted down to see it for himself.

"Burned what? I didn't see anything." Miles shrugged.

Ezra growled, "You are acting worse than a child! And I should know, I have one." Elle pouted, shaking her head. At least Ezra raised her right. Who knows what Miles' parents were like. 

"This will not stand." Benoit ground out, his jaw clenching. 

Miles chuckled, "Uh-huh. Well, did you see this proof, this smoking napkin, Blanc?" He asked with a knowing smile. They had no more evidence. Nothing that could prove Andi's death. "No. Did anybody?" The group casted their gaze downward, defeated and silent. They couldn't go against Miles, he had them in his pocket. "Okay, then wow! Wow! We got some big accusations flying around here. Except, everybody seems to have a very foggy recollection of what they actually saw–"

"Well, I did see you burn something." Ezra countered.

"And there's nothing but totally circumspective evidence." Miles continued, completely ignoring Ezra like he did most of the time a decade ago. "So, if this was just us playing my murder mystery game, which we should have been doing all weekend, then Blanc wins an iPad Pro this time." He joked softly. "But this is the real world. And in the real world you need more than a neat, little detective story. You need evidence. And you've got… nothing. Do you?"

Ezra looked from Benoit to Helen. He was right. You need evidence and you need witnesses. And if Ezra was going to be the only to side with Helen then the courts would never work out in her favor. Miles had the majority here. 

Benoit pursed his lips, a sad glaze rolling over his eyes. He hated losing in a game as serious as this. "He's right." He sighed, pursing his lips. "The contents of that envelope and his possession of it were our only physical evidence."

"Right." Miles pointed at him, clicking on his lighter yet again to fiddle with it. "Wanna take that to the cops? You wanna take that to the courts?" He laughed quietly, "Look, pick your poison. Anywhere you go, it's going to be your word against mine. How do you think that's gonna go?" 

Benoit took his jacket from the glass pedestal he hung it from and put it on as he walked across the room, ushering Ezra with him by setting a hand on his back.

Miles shrugged, clicking his tongue slightly. "I think it's gonna go about like it went for Andi."

"Jesus." Lionel whispered under his breath, glancing at Helen. He could have been good. But no. Lionel wasn't quite there yet. 

"And I do want to say, your sister was a complicated woman, but she meant the world to me." Miles pursed his lips, trying his best to sound sincere. But if it was sincere… would he have ever killed her? "And I'm so sorry for your loss." 

Dejected, Helen made her way over to Benoit. "Blanc. I need you to do something." Tears started to form at the edges of her eyes, threatening to fall. After all this work and… nothing. 

"I'm sorry, Helen." Benoit shook his head, eyebrows drawing together. "I gave you the truth. This is where my jurisdiction ends. I have to answer to the police, the courts, the system. There's nothing I can do." He took a quick breath as he grabbed the glass with 'Andi' written on it. "Except maybe… offer you some courage." Benoit handed Helen the glass. "And a reminder of why your sister walked away in the first place." He quickly handed her something else, Ezra could only imagine what it was. 

Benoit turned away, whispering to Ezra, "I suggest you and your daughter come with me." He said. It was a very serious tone and Ezra hadn't had the time to think it through much so he followed his instructions.

Ezra grabbed Elle by her arm and walked outside, following Benoit to the docks. He wondered why Benoit was in such a hurry to leave. Or maybe… not? He didn't seem that worried. 

But, well…. The entire Glass Onion blew up a few minutes later and Ezra would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the fireworks. 

"Disruption." Benoit laughed as he took a drag from his cigar. 

"Fuckin' A." Derol laughed as well, his joint firmly between his lips as he lounged on a chair.

Ezra ran a hand through Elle's hair while a proud smile was on his lips. Helen sure knew how to shake things up, Ezra didn't mind though. Miles deserved to have his house blown up.

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if your still doing the prompt thing how about 17, 23, 25, 29 with power!bottom claire being stressed and intern!reader offering to help but don't have any sexual experience so claire teaches them

Thank you so much for sending this in! I'm so sorry it took so long to complete, life got very hectic, but I have it for you now! I hope I've done this request justice <3

Afterhours

Ship: Claire Debella x Reader

Summary: When you, an intern working at the governor's office, offer to stay with the governor while she works late into the night, you find yourself in a situation you have only ever fantasized of.

Word Count: 5.8k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: smut, hints at dark!Claire, pet-names, praise kink, degradation kink, fingering, oral, first time, virgin reader, legal age gap, power imbalance, mommy kink, begging, implied subspace

It's an open secret at the office that Governor Debella is paranoid.

If the extreme vetting process to just simply become an intern is anything to go by, the woman could use some relaxation time.

After all, a single intern hardly would have the ability to take down the political powerhouse that Governor Debella is.

Or, that's what you think anyhow.

You knew you had been lucky to land the job, the experience and credentials that will pad up your resume and qualifications that will come from working here, but some days, all you can think about is how stressed the top boss constantly is.

Being a people pleaser, being a people fixer, you started to stay late, wanting to get as much work done as possible.

Sure, you're only a low level entry personnel, but what you do helps free up time for those above you to focus on more important things.

After a few weeks of being the last one in the office, Governor Debella notices.

“Don't you have someone to get home to? A boyfriend, or a pet, or something?”

You nearly topple back in your seat, startled by your boss’s boss’s boss’s boss (seriously there's a chain of command here, and you're merely a bottom feeder) not having heard her approach from behind.

“Governor!” You gasp, trying to recover. “Uh- I don't- I live with a few roommates, but they never care if I'm there or not. We're all very busy.”

Governor Debella frowns, and crosses her arms.

“There's no reason for you to be staying so late. You're an intern. You don't get paid overtime.”

You shrug.

“I don't have much else to do. Call it volunteer hours.”

(And god, doesn't that sound pathetic, especially because it's true.)

Her frown deepens.

“It's illegal for you to stay and work without pay.”

“Are you telling me I need to start going home at quitting time?”

The words spill from your mouth before you can think them through.

There's a moment of silence, and for a second you could swear it's hesitation on Governor Debella’s face.

“No.” She says, after a beat too long.

There's another, much longer silence.

You hate the quiet, and you find yourself breaking it.

“Then, er, what do you want me to do?”

Governor Debella blinks, and it draws your attention to the dark bags underneath her tired silvery-blue eyes, her makeup must having had rubbed off enough for it to begin to show.

You suddenly realize that perhaps it's just as exhausting for her as it is for everyone else to deal with her stress and paranoia.

“Would you like some company while you work?” You offer, a gentleness in your tone that you hadn't made the decision to speak with. “I could clock out and then just… Sit in your office with you if you'd like. I know how empty the building feels when everyone has left.”

This time, you know you haven't imagined her hesitation.

“I'm under contract, anyhow, Governor. If there's an additional paper you need me to sign, for security reasons, well.” You shrug. “What's one more?”

Again, there's silence, and then…

“Call me Claire, if you're really willing to sit and do nothing for hours besides for staring at my office walls.”

You're a bit shocked she's accepted your offer, and you stumble over your response.

“I- oh. Uh… Okay, um. Claire.”

The governor’s lips twitch, as if she's hiding a smile.

“But not tonight. I was just about to head out, which means you definitely should too. Security won't stick around once I leave, and the night shift…” Claire scowls. “I need to remember to get them replaced.”

It's the most you've ever heard her talk without snapping at someone to do something, let alone to you.

“Isn't that what your assistant is for? To remind you or to arrange that on your behalf?”

“That's only if I remember to tell him.” Claire mutters, before shaking her head. “Shut your computer down, you're not staying if I'm not in the building.”

She waits, hovering over your shoulder as you listen, and she walks with you out to the front of the building.

“You didn't park in the lot?” She asks, when you start to head towards home.

You can feel your face flush.

“I uh… I don't exactly get paid enough to own a car.” You refuse to look at the older woman. “Usually I just walk back.”

“It's two in the morning.” Claire sounds incredulous.

“I have pepper spray.”

“No. You're not walking home anymore.”

Claire has her arms crossed again, and an all too familiar glare is being leveled at you.

Before now, you always thought it was an angry expression.

You're beginning to wonder if maybe it's a stubborn one instead.

You sigh.

“Well short of driving me home yoursel-”

“That's exactly what I'm going to do.”

You barely manage to keep your jaw from dropping as Claire turns, clearly expecting you to follow her.

You suppose if you don't, you won't get too far before she can find you walking.

Or if not, possibly fire you over it tomorrow.

You push down your anxiety.

Don't worse case scenario. You scold yourself.

Claire drives a nondescript silver minivan.

“I have custody every other month.” She explains your unanswered question.

Ah, right.

Sometimes you forget that Claire just recently went through divorce, that she has two little ones to care for.

You remember how the media had dug it all up, how they aired her very private life for the public.

For a minivan, it's pretty nice.

When Claire turns on the car, a few loud notes play, before she quickly slams her palm against the knob that turns the car music on and off.

You raise an eyebrow, but don't say anything about it.

Instead you ask, “how are they?”

“My kids?”

She sounds mildly surprised as she reaches for her seatbelt.

“Yeah.”

You click yours in as she replies.

“They're… They're okay, all things considered.”

She puts the car in reverse, and you rattle off your address so she knows where she's headed.

Her nose wrinkles, and you're willing to bet it's because you don't live in a particularly nice area.

“You had to hire shadows- uh, bodyguards for them, right?”

Claire's hands clench the wheel, turning her knuckles white.

“I don't know of any other governor who's had their children's lives threatened.” She practically growls. “It scares them, but they won't say anything.”

“I'm sorry.” You murmur.

Claire glances at your pale face, and she takes a breath, forcing her body to relax.

“It's not your fault.” She shakes her head. “They're my kids. I'm their mother. I'm bound to be a bit overprotective.”

You choke back an unamused laugh.

“You would hope.”

Claire gives you a quick look, before returning her full attention to the road.

“What makes you say that?”

Oh crap, you didn't mean to invite Claire to dig into your life.

“Er… My parents… They weren't the best.” You mumble.

Claire frowns, eyes still looking forward.

“How old are you again?”

“Twenty-three.”

Claire hums.

“And how much are we paying you again?”

You rattle off the salary.

Claire hums again, and then there's silence for the rest of the short drive.

When she pulls up in front of your apartment, you say, “this is it.”

You undo your seatbelt and open the door, moving to leave.

“I'll have the paperwork ready for you on your desk by lunch.” Claire says.

At your confused look she huffs.

“For your extended night hours.”

Oh!

“Right, thank you. And thank you for the lift.”

Claire nods.

“If you don't have those papers past lunch break, hound my assistant. Don't take no for an answer, I might not remember to let Brian know to expect you to be a bother.”

The word bother echoes around your head, and you swallow down sudden anxiety.

“Sure thing. Good night, Governor-er- Claire.”

“Good night.” The other woman says, and you shut the passenger door firmly behind you as you sprint into your building.

—»•«—

You do have to bother her assistant the next day, and the stack of papers Claire presents you with is frankly ridiculous, but you pull out a notepad, read them through, and write bullet points of what you're agreeing to.

You sign, and initial, and date.

And then you binder clip it all together and drop it with a fairly solid thud onto Brian’s desk.

“Governor Debella will want these to be scanned and filed.” You say, even as an intern knowing the procedure for important documentation.

The man frowns at you.

“You're not done.” Brain says, and then seemingly out of nowhere, produces another stack of papers.

You groan, but your impatience quickly disappears as you stare at the sheet of paper, towards the end of the stack, that says how much of a raise you're receiving for signing on to be Claire’s personal intern.

Claire's personal intern.

$47,000

That was $15k more than what you had been making.

What the fuck.

You sign the papers, and don't say a word.

Slowly, as the day progresses, people trickle out, until you're the last one in the main office.

Brain looks at you as he leaves, and nearly walks into a wall trying to maintain his stare.

You head towards Claire's office and knock on her door.

“Come in.”

She sounds frazzled, and you realize you haven't seen her flying around the office today as you normally do.

“Everything alright?” You ask, taking note of Claire's disheveled state.

“No.” Is the simple answer you get, and you don't push as Claire continues to frantically scribble something out.

You glance around, familiarizing yourself with the private office you so rarely see the inside of, and take notice of a little seating area, with two arm chairs and a very comfortable looking couch.

In addition, there's what appears to be a bar cart, but it's filled with bottled water and sports drinks instead of alcohol, as well as a giant TV screen and what looks like a game console hooked up to it.

Somehow, you can't quite picture Claire playing video games while at work, and you have to wonder if perhaps she has ever been forced to watch one or both of her kids while working.

You don't want to become an annoyance, so instead of pacing the space, you choose to settle into one of the armchairs, curling up with one knee to your chest, the other dangling off the side of the chair.

You stare at the ceiling and let your mind wander as you examine the embedded ceiling lights.

“This is fucking bullshit.” Claire suddenly growls, and the sound of a pen clattering against the plastic wood of her desk sounds through the room.

“What is?” You ask.

Claire’s head jerks up, and for a moment, she looks surprised.

“You're so quiet.” She says. “I forgot you were here.”

You shrug, and don't say I’m good at that, I've had a lot of practice growing up.

You do say, “I didn't want to be a distraction.”

Claire hums.

She does that a lot, you realize.

“Well, maybe instead I can bounce this off of you.”

She gestures for you to come around to her side of the desk, and you quickly skim over what appears to be a proposal for a bill.

“Is it even legal for me to be doing this?” You ask.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Claire shrugging.

“You work for the government office this will be coming out from. It's not illegal, just out of the norm.”

You make a noise of understanding, going over the contents of it, frowning.

“What’s the problem with this?” You ask once you're finished giving the proposal a once-over.

Claire viciously stabs a single digit at some handwritten notes laying next to her keyboard.

“This section, this sentence, this paragraph, this fucking word is wrong, but the thesaurus is being useless-”

“Whoa, whoa.” You slow down what was sure to be Claire spiraling into more stress. “What's the most important thing to fix here?”

Claire blinks, pauses, frowns, then flips through her notes.

“Here.” She finally decides. “This entire section needs to be completely rewritten.”

You scroll to the right place on the computer screen and read it over more carefully.

“I'm pretty sure we can bullshit what you want to say here.” You murmur half to yourself. “It shouldn't be too difficult, most of the framework is here, it's just about closing the loopholes and rewording things to be less polarizing.”

“You make it sound so simple.” Claire grumps, leaning back in her chair and frowning as she crosses her arms.

You shrug.

“I bullshitted my fair share of essays, the difficult part to it is having a decent outline, which you already have.”

The other woman grumbles something under her breath before sitting up, shooing you away with a flick of her hand.

“Alright, well if it's that easy.” Her tone is disgruntled, but her fingers are already clacking against the keyboard, and you take that as your signal to return to the armchair you had been lazing about in.

At the end of the night, she drives you home again.

It becomes a routine.

For the next few months, Claire uses you as a sound board during the late hours, and you've taken to bringing either a book to read or an adult coloring book to do while you sit with her.

And then something big must have happened in her private life, because Claire is an absolute menace even to you one Monday, tearing through the office morale like a hot knife to butter.

You don't dare say a thing, even when she snaps at you later that night for being incompetent, and you just sit and take it.

She doesn't mean it personally.

You know that.

But by the time Thursday rolls around, her attitude hasn't changed, and you've found yourself retreating, becoming as small and invisible as possible in an attempt to spare yourself from Claire’s wrath.

You hear shuffling from where you're curled up on the couch, and you look up, and find Claire downing a shot, a bottle of amber liquid sitting on her desk.

“I know I've been an ass.” She says when she catches your eye.

“You've been stressed.” You excuse.

Claire shakes her head.

“There are better ways of releasing steam.”

“Well what do you usually do?”

You think this must be the first conversation all week that Claire is having civilly.

“Get high. Or have sex.”

Your mouth drops open at her blasé answer.

“And I haven't been able to do either.” She complains.

“Well, er. I could- I could help. If you wanted. To- um. To destress, I- I mean.”

You don't know why those words left your mouth, and the moment they do, you can feel your face heat up.

Sure, you've begun to have the occasional fantasy or wet dream about your boss, but that wasn't the same thing as implying you'd have sex with her.

HR is going to have a field day with you.

You're going to be fired.

You bury your face into your hands, and when Claire gently brushes her fingers against your back, you jump.

You hadn't heard her move.

“Look at me.” She softly says, and you shiver at how low her voice is pitched.

“There's a good girl.” She smiles as you listen, and the pulse of heat that shoots down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

Her hand comes up to cup your face, angling it upwards and forcing you to meet her eyes.

“Do you mean it, baby?” She asks, and you shiver at the pet-name, biting your lip as you grow more aroused. “You'll help mommy destress?”

Your eyes widen at the title Claire has bestowed upon herself, and you flush with embarrassment as the whine you've been fighting to keep down slips out through your mouth and escapes.

Your boss chuckles.

“Such a sweet thing. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, offering to stay so late with me, did you?”

You frown, confused, despite your ever growing arousal.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Claire smiles, but it's a sharp thing that causes gooseflesh to erupt along your arms.

“Please, doll. I've seen the way you look at me. And we both know how aware you are of how… Lonely, I have been.”

Her hand reaches out, and she brushes her knuckles gently against your cheek.

“Say yes.”

Her voice is pitched low, and it makes you shiver.

“Say yes to mommy, and I promise, you'll never have to worry about a thing again.”

Perhaps it should be your sign to leave right now, the possessiveness that practically drips from the governor's tone, but all it does is empty your head of thought.

“Yes.” You breathlessly say. “Yes, I'll help mommy destress.”

“Good girl.” She purrs, and when your lips part to allow a moan to tumble out, Claire gently presses against your tongue with two fingers.

When you stay still, frozen and unsure of what the older woman wants you to do, she furrows her brow and withdraws her fingers.

“Have you ever had sex before, honey?”

Immediately you can feel heat rise to your cheeks as you shake your head, shame rising in your throat.

“I- I'm a virgin.” You whisper, tripping over your words. “This is my first time…”

You trail off, embarrassed.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Claire coos, her eyes sparking with something that makes you feel a bit like her prey. “Budge over.” She says.

Mindlessly, you obey, scooting all the way down, and Claire settles back against the arm of the couch, and she lazily smiles at you as she slowly, tantalizingly spreads her legs.

You had no idea a suit skirt could stretch so much.

You had no idea how well it could hide the fact that Claire wasn't wearing any underwear either.

“Teach me how to make you feel good.” You're flooded by a sudden need to please this woman spread out before you, a sudden desire to watch her come undone because of you. “Show me how to touch you.” You beg. “Please.”

Claire chuckles deeply.

“You're going to be so perfect for me, baby.” She husks out, and you can feel how your pussy pulses, leaking wetness against the material of your underwear.

Unlike Claire, you're wearing a pair.

A niggling feeling of regret bothers you.

You wish you were easily accessible for your boss.

You want her to ruin you.

“Come here, honey.” Claire beckons you with a single finger, and you're obedient, crawling until you hover over her.

She reaches her hands up, and oh so gently cups your face with her hands, guiding your head downwards until your lips are just millimeters apart.

One of her thumbs softly brushes over your cheek, moving back and forth in a soothing sweeping motion, and her silvery-blue eyes gaze deep into your own.

The moment stretches, and you grow impatient of waiting, and despite your heart hammering against your ribcage, you close the miniscule gap between your lips and hers.

They're so fucking soft.

Claire isn't your first kiss by any means, but you deeply wish it were.

You're moaning into her mouth like you're a slut, and when Claire enters your own with her tongue, it's all you can do to keep yourself from falling atop of her as your limbs go weak.

Languidly, you make out with your boss, and as you do so, one of her knees makes its way between the apex of your thighs.

When you instinctively buck into the touch, Claire pulls away, and breathlessly laughs at you.

“Remember, doll. This is about mommy, not about you.”

Your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen.

You whimper, and bite your lip.

Her expression softens, and she reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear.

“Didn't mommy say that as long as you're with me, I'll see to all your needs? Make me feel good, and I promise, you'll get a reward, sweet thing.”

You drop your head against her shoulder, and the whine that escapes you causes Claire to reach up and stroke at your hair.

“Let me show you how to touch mommy, baby. Let me show you how she likes to be pleasured.”

It's not fair, you think. No one woman should have the right to say things like that in such a husky sounding voice.

Your pussy throbs.

You lift your head up, and shift your weight, settling back so that you're straddling Claire.

“Please mommy, teach me.” You beg, and the older woman groans at the plain desperation that drips from your tone. “Teach me how to make you scream for your baby.”

At the word ‘scream’, Claire's eyes light up, something that simultaneously sends a shiver of fear through your body, but also a shiver of anticipation.

“You want to make mommy scream, doll? Get off, and I'll show you how.”

Gracelessly you tumble off of Claire and onto the floor, and she shakes her head as she laughs.

“You’re adorable, sweetheart.”

She stands, and as she walks back to her desk, she strips, carelessly leaving her clothes crumbled on the floor.

As she settles back into her leather seat, she spreads her legs wide in a clear order.

Her gaze feels intense as she watches you wobble over to her, before you collapse, dropping to your knees, your legs unable to continue to support your weight.

Your head spins as the scent of Claire’s arousal overwhelms you, and you look up at your boss with wide, pleading eyes.

She chuckles, and her hand comes down to pet your hair, before they tangle and tug at you.

“M-mommy!” You protest. “I still don't know what to do!”

Claire groans, but she doesn't stop guiding you forward.

“You're smart, doll. I'm sure you can figure it out.”

You whimper, but don't protest further, and then the older woman's cunt is directly in your face, and you're powerless as you stick your tongue out hesitantly.

You give her a taste test.

The wetness that is slowly dripping from Claire is a bit salty, but mostly, it just tastes musky.

It isn't bad.

It's just… New.

You give Claire’s pussy a few more tiny little licks, trying to acclimate to her taste, and she tightens her hold on your hair.

“I thought you wanted to make mommy scream.” She bites out, yanking you flush against her pulsing center. “So do it. Mommy needs to relax, and you're going to help.”

Helplessly, you do as Claire commands, and you start lapping at her earnestly.

When she lets out an unrestrained moan above you, you can't help but moan in return, and Claire gasps.

She yanks your head back, her chest heaving slightly, pupils blown wide.

“I never thought you could make such sweet noises, baby.” She breathlessly says.

You feel heat rushing to your face, and Claire's free hand grips your chin when you try to look away.

“Neither did I.” You whisper, ashamed.

Claire tsks.

“None of that now, honey, mommy wants to hear you again. Moan for me.”

Your mouth drops open, and your mind goes blank as you try to process your boss’s demand.

Her grip tightens.

“I said moan for me, bitch.”

It tumbles involuntarily from your mouth, loud and uncontrolled, and Claire's grip on your chin turns painfully.

“Does that turn you on? For mommy to degrade you like the little fucking slut you are?”

The noise you make in response causes Claire’s eyes to glint as she smirks.

“Who knew beneath all that innocence was a whore.” She coos, before jerking your head forward in a clear demand.

You eat her out for what feels like ages, the taste of Claire filling your senses, and you grow progressively lightheaded.

You find your thoughts slipping away as you become utterly focused on not letting one drop of your boss’s wetness to escape your tongue, and you find your hands keeping her legs spread apart as you become more eager in your ministrations.

You feel drunk as Claire begins to make higher and higher pitched noises until finally, she goes so high, it's a shrill thing that your ears can barely withstand, and there's a wetness soaking your face that isn't from how vigorously you had been pleasuring her.

She hasn't told you to stop, though, and you find yourself not wanting to regardless, so you continue to lap at her until she harshly jerks your head away.

“Enough.” She pants, eyes closed, chest heaving. “Enough.”

Your head spins, and you feel dizzy as you stare, memorized by the woman above you.

You open your mouth, aware there's something you want to ask, but you can't seem to conjure enough words in your mind to even speak them aloud.

Silvery-blue eyes open, and the most self satisfied smirk you have ever seen curls at the edges of Claire’s lips.

“How precious.” She murmurs, before sticking her heeled foot out.

You hadn't noticed that despite shedding her clothes, the older woman had kept her shoewear on.

“Why don't you make yourself feel good, and put on a pretty show for mommy, hm?”

You slowly close your mouth, becoming aware it's been hanging open, and give your boss a confused look.

Claire sighs.

“That's right, you really don't have any experience. Could have fooled me, with how well you've made me cum, doll.”

You flush, uncertain if it's from the praise or from the degradation.

You watch as Claire carefully stands, and you're startled when she hisses, her left leg buckling from how loose and relaxed her muscles have become.

“Strip.” Claire orders, her knuckles white from how hard she's clutching at her desk. “And then lay back on the couch.”

You scramble, tugging your shirt off as you simultaneously attempt to undo the button of your pants, and you wind up tripping, falling to the floor.

Claire's laughter causes your face to heat up.

“Looks like my baby needs my help, hm?” She giggles, toeing off her heels so that she can walk properly.

You whine, and can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with embarrassment.

“Aw, sweetheart.” Claire pouts. “Mommy thinks you're cute for being so eager. No need to be so sad over it.”

You whine again, but slowly force yourself to sit up.

“Mommy.” You whimper. “Jus’ wanted to feel good.”

The older woman’s amused expression visibly softens, and warm hands reach for you.

You stand with Claire's help, and she almost reverently helps you undress, gently kissing each newly revealed piece of skin.

“Look at this beautiful body, honey. Just so perfect for me.”

Unable to bear the compliment, you choose instead to bury your head against the upper part of Claire's chest.

She coos, and runs her fingers through your hair.

“Oh, sweet thing. Is my baby feeling shy?”

You nod against her, noticing the soft smell of vanilla.

You've never noticed it before.

You had thought it was maybe the air refresher in Claire's office, but no.

It's her.

Your head spins.

And you're so wet.

Claire's laugh rumbles against you, and she easily guides you towards the couch.

You only grow steadily redder as she pulls your legs apart, kissing her way up from one ankle, and then kisses her way back down the other, over and over until you're squirming with your need.

“Mommy, please!” You cry.

Claire groans, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments, before she pulls you close, hooking your legs over her shoulders.

When she noses at your clit, your hands find her hair, and she tsks.

“No, doll. I won't reward you if you pull at my hair.”

Reluctantly, you release your grip, and bury your fingers against the cushion of the couch instead.

“Good girl.” Claire praises, and you moan softly in response.

When her tongue presses against you, you shudder at the new sensation.

It's wet and warm and slightly rough, and–

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out. “Fuck, mommy!”

Claire's hands harshly grip at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper, but she continues to lavish her tongue over your clit, and you begin to squirm in earnest.

You've masterbated plenty of times, and have a few toys in your bedside drawer, but that is nothing compared to the older woman’s touch.

Within a few minutes, you're already near orgasm, and you chase the release, fighting the urge to bring your hands back up to tangle into Claire's hair.

And then right when you're about to reach that high, the moment before the waves of pleasure can overwhelm you, she pulls away, and you loudly sob.

“No, please.” You gasp.

Claire smirks, and you whimper at how lustful her gaze is, at how your wetness glistens on the bottom half of her face.

“You want to cum, baby?” She mocks you, pouting. “You want mommy to let you feel good? Then beg for it. I need to hear my cute little doll ask for permission first.”

You whimper.

“Please, mommy.” You can feel tears start to gather with how badly you want this. “Please let your baby cum, I wanna cum for you, I wanna feel good, please, please, please!”

“Hm…” Claire hums.

“Please.” The tears start to roll down your cheeks. “I wanna to cum, mommy. I want you to make me cum, please.”

You let out a sob of desperation when a single digit finds your swollen clit, and lightly begins to circle it.

“Please.” You whisper, your voice getting caught in your throat.

For a moment, you think your boss is going to deny you, and you open your mouth to continue to beg, when instead you gasp, two of Claire’s fingers suddenly stretching you open.

You let out a high pitch noise when she curls the digits, pleasure burning through you, and you buck your hips.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” You chant, unable to form any other thought, let alone words.

“Cum for me, princess.” Claire softly orders, and as if your body was designed to obey her every desire, you convulse, a scream tearing it's way from your throat as she continues to finger fuck you, the gushing wetness weeping from your pussy causing a squelching noise, and you writhe as you ride the high.

“Fuck, baby.” Claire groans. “I want you to come for me again.”

You squirm desperately, the aftershocks still pulsing through you, but Claire is stronger than your now limp body, and she thumbs at your clit, sending electric waves up your spine, causing your back to arch painfully.

“FUCK!” You cry out, unable to control your volume, and you can barely hear Claire's responding moan over the static in your ears as a new wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

You're gasping for air with how it steals your breath away, and when Claire collapses on top of you, you gladly welcome it, despite how it further suffocates your lungs of oxygen.

She smells so good. You think as you start to come back to your senses.

The scent of vanilla is still prominent, but it's now mixed with the smell of Claire’s sweat.

Somehow, it's more appealing.

The smell of sex still hangs heavy in the air, and you throb as your body unfairly grows more aroused again.

“Mommy.” You whisper.

Claire groans, burying her head further against your neck.

“You smell so good, princess.” She says. “And you look so beautiful when I fuck your brains out.”

A whimper catches in the back of your throat.

Claire finally moves, shifting until she's sitting upright, and you don't think she's ever looked as enthralling as does now.

Her cheeks are flushed, and you can clearly see faint freckles that are usually hidden under a layer of makeup that Claire must have sweated off, and her hair has gone from stick straight to gentle waves, a halo of frizz framing her face.

You lose yourself in her eyes, at how she smiles so tenderly as she helps you up and to the private attached bathroom in her office.

“Let's get cleaned up, doll.” She says, and you grin goofily at her.

Your head is still spinning.

She giggles, a light sound that makes you join in once a light snort causes her to double over.

“You're so cute.” She smiles, and you obediently spread your legs when she taps your thigh.

She gently runs the wash cloth in her hand over the sticky residue of your arousal, and you flinch every time she passes over your clit.

“You’re still so sensitive.” She breathes out. “Did mommy not satisfy you, doll? Do you want mommy to keep going until it hurts for me to?”

“I- ah!” You cry out when Claire firmly swipes the cloth over your swollen bud. “I just want to be good.”

Claire peers up at you, and you hold your breath as she weighs your words.

“Next time then, maybe.” She decides, and you aren't sure if your shoulders slump with relief or disappointment.

She finishes cleaning you up, before moving on to herself, telling you to wait as she does so.

You watch as her back muscles move with her motions, and you can't resist the urge to kiss them, to nip at them.

Who knew the governor would have such fairly well defined muscles?

“Baby.” Claire warns.

“Mmm… Mommy.” You reply, before darting the tip of your tongue out against her warm skin.

“Baby, if you want to go home, you'll stop.”

“But you're so pretty. I can't help it.”

Claire turns around, shaking her head.

“You're adorable, honey. Come on, let's get dressed so we can head home.”

Claire has to help you into your shirt and pants, and you don't notice when she pockets your underwear instead of giving it back to you when she spots it under the couch.

Before you leave, your boss insists on watching you drink a glass of water, predicting you'll be too tired to do so once she drops you off at home, expressing how important it is to her that you take care of yourself.

By the time you get to her car, you're stumbling with exhaustion, beginning to crash as the endorphin high wears off.

You can't keep your eyes open once she starts driving, and when you let out a huge yawn, Claire glances at you.

“Go to sleep, baby.” She soothingly says. “I'll wake you up when we get home.”

You're used to listening when she asks you of something, and so you don't think twice as you finally allow your eyes to stay close, and you drift off, Claire's warm hand on your thigh.

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Claire in the Rain

Summary: Claire shows up to your doorstep in the middle of a rainstorm.

Claire Debella x Reader Rating: G.

“Hey.”

Rain pours down outside, and Claire’s normally frizzy hair lies flat wet against her head, mascara running more than she would ever wish.  Black stains the back of her left wrist, similar to the smear of black running from the corner of her left eye, and red rims her eyes.  She doesn’t look up.  “It’s the rain,” she insists.  “I’m not—”  She crosses her arms, averts her gaze.  “Are you going to let me in or not?”

You can tell that her voice sounds strained, and you step back, holding the door open.  “What happened?”

“Nothing happened.”  Claire pushes past into your apartment, soaking wet sleeve of her beige shirt brushing against your arm.  “It wasn’t supposed to rain.  That’s all.”  She shivers, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. “How cold do you keep this place?”

“Not that cold.”  You resist taking her hand in yours and instead rub it awkwardly on the back of your neck.  “You should take a shower.  Get warm. I can throw your clothes in the washer, and—”

“No.”  Claire shoots you a glare.  She gestures to her dress with one hand.  “One of a kind.  Dry clean only.  You cannot put it in the washer—”

“Then I’ll hang it up to dry, then.”  Your head tilts to one side.  “That would be okay, wouldn’t it?”

Claire stares at you.  It doesn’t matter how much shorter than you she is – she isn’t a short woman by any means, but you’re taller by a couple of inches and never let her forget it – she’s still able to intimidate you into the ground.  Probably because she was taller for most of your life; probably because you’d only gotten taller in your final growth spurt.  It’s been years, but it still leaves you lanky and uncomfortable in your own skin. Not as uncomfortable as Claire used to be by a long shot, but around her, you still feel too tall.  Maybe that’s why she likes being around you so much.  Sometimes, you make her feel small.

Finally, Claire lets out a sigh.  She rubs her forehead with her fingertips.  “If you ruin it, Birdie can find a way to fix it.”

“So….”  You hesitate. “Yes to hanging it up?”

Claire sighs again.  “Yes.” She presses her lips together and then reaches over, squeezes your shoulder.  “Thank you.”

You raise your eyebrows.  “For what?”

“For actually being here and not at a bar,” Claire says as she heads to your bathroom.  “The next closest person is Duke, and you can imagine how that would go.”

You can, actually, imagine exactly how that would go.  Nothing against Duke, but his brain regarding a woman coming in soaking wet from the rain? Not the greatest.  Probably wouldn’t be a problem if it was Claire, but the kind of jokes he might make about the whole situation later – he would mean them good-naturedly, but Claire wouldn’t be comfortable.

Something tells you Claire would have gone right past Duke’s place and walked a couple of hours to Andi’s or Birdie’s instead – and walking that far for that long in the rain?  She would have gotten sick.  Of course, she could have called you to make sure, but—

“No problem.”  You shove your hands into your pockets.  “Can’t go to the bar on Thursdays.  Have to get up too early tomorrow.  Hangover before work is not fun.”

Claire opens the door, hesitates, turns to look at you, and then says, “Don’t peek.”

“I never do.”

~

You wait until you hear the shower running – and, again, you wait until you hear Claire’s husky voice humming under the sound of the water – before you sneak into the bathroom, carrying some soft pajama pants, your favorite hoodie, and a fluffy towel.  Her humming stutters as the bathroom door creaks open, but returns as her hands begin to push through her hair.  There’s already so much steam that you can’t see your reflection in the mirror, and when you straighten after picking up her crumpled soaked dress, you can’t even make out your outline.

When you leave, you shut the door behind you, but you catch a glimpse of the shadow of her – of Claire behind both shower curtains, not paying you one wink of attention.

~

Claire pads out of the bathroom later, fluffing her hair with her towel. You note how she rolled up the edges of your pajama pants so that they don’t pool around her feet (and how the tips of where they’re rolled are wet anyway), and you smile at the bright pink paint on her toenails, the tips of each onyx black.  “Spa day with Birdie?”

“Andi, actually,” Claire corrects as she curls up against the arm of your couch, her toes curling underneath her so that her nails are barely visible, if at all.  “Birdie hates black edges on pink nails.”

You nod.  “Ah.” Then you offer her a smile.  “Feel better?”

Claire pulls the sleeves of your hoodie down around her hands, covering her barely painted fingernails.  “You hung the dress up?”

“Yes.”

”Then yes.”  Claire stares at you absentmindedly.  She tilts her head to one side, resting it on the tips of her fingers.  “I told you not to peek.”

You try not to flush.  “I didn’t.”

Claire just continues to stare at you, and while averting your eyes, you can’t tell if it’s a glare or if it’s just idle curiosity.  “When you closed the door,” she says, “you hesitated.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“The door didn’t creak.”  Claire keeps an eye on you, trying to gauge your reaction.  “You were slower.  You peeked.”

It doesn’t matter how much you try not to flush.  You can feel your cheeks growing warm.  “It’s nice,” you say, choosing your words carefully.  “Your voice, I mean.  When you hum.  You should sing more often.”

Claire snorts.  “No one wants to hear their governor sing.  They’d just think it was a political stunt.”

“It would be a good political stunt,” you murmur as you scoot closer.  It’s not a move.  You’re not trying to make a move.  In fact, you pull the blanket off the back of the couch as a cover for your actions. “Here.”  You hold one edge of the blanket out to her.  “So you don’t get cold again.”

“I’m not cold anymore,” Claire counters, but she takes the edge of the blanket anyway, runs her fingers along it.  It’s one of those cheap velvety ones you can get at Walmart, but you’ve always thought it was super soft and worth the cheap price.  Her lips curve into an almost smile, but it’s so fleeting that you don’t think it’s really there at all.  You caught it, but with Claire—

Claire glances up.  “Scoot over.”

“What?”

“I said scoot over.”  Claire shoves you to the other side of the couch, drags the blanket with her, and curls up against you.  “Just like when we were kids.  Remember?”

You hesitate before wrapping your arm around her waist.  “Yeah,” you say, finally, hoping your voice doesn’t sound too tight.  “I remember.”

Claire chuckles as she rests her head against your chest.

“What?”

“Your heartbeat sounds like a jackrabbit.”

“Well, you shoved me—”

“Mmhm.”  Claire makes an affirmative sound of sheer disbelief.  “I did do that.”  She leans up and kisses your cheek.  “Take what you can get.”

You keep your arm around her waist but let the fingers of your hand begin to run idly through her hair.  At her words, you can’t help but snort.  “I can do that,” you say, more to yourself than to her. “I can definitely do that.”

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To-Do List: Imagines

Updated: January 25th, 2024

📝 - Work In Progress

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Imagine Molly helping you cast a spell you’re struggling with.

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Imagine Cruella flirting with you so Ursula and Maleficent can sneak past.

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Imagine getting caught playing with Xena and Gabrielle's weapons.

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Imagine Claire Debella being your sugar mommy.

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Imagine putting out a small fire and Cristina getting jealous over everyone fawning over you.

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Imagine telling your husband, Derek, that you’re finally expecting a boy.

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Imagine having a daughter with Joey and everyone getting to see what a good dad he’ll be.

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Imagine Derek helping you through your morning sickness.

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Imagine your first morning with Niles at the Montana.

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Imagine Barbossa waking you up with his wandering hands.

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Imagine Anthony coming home from a business trip to find that you’re expecting.

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Imagine Rhaenys finding out you’ve been taken prisoner by the greens.

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Imagine Snape taking care of your daughter so you can sleep in.

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Imagine losing your virginity to Daemon.

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Imagine getting hurt in battle and Dany worrying over you.

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Imagine everyone at Blush forgetting your birthday, except Dennis.

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Imagine being nervous to share your bed with Bellatrix.

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Imagine being a goddess and Autolycus being enamored with you.

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Imagine never leaving Tom’s bedside while he recovers from Covid.

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[agathasangel]

in the middle (jen barkley x claire debella x fem!reader NSFW)

warnings: smut, angst, cheating, sexting/dirty picture sharing, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex acts, threesome, legal age gap (reader is 24-25, jen is late 30s and claire is around 40).

I literally thought of this whole plot last night and somehow wrote 2k words of it in one day. Yay brainrot. also this takes place pre-glass onion while claire is running for governor and fairly soon after jen was bobby newport’s campaign manager.

summary: jen is your girlfriend, and you are trying to repair your relationship after her struggle to stay loyal to you. but when jen’s away and her new candidate, claire debella, sees a photo of you and has to have you, they make a plan to share.

“I’ll be honest, (y/n), I’m not exactly a “committed relationship” kind of gal. But I really like you. I want to keep seeing you, just… don’t expect me to be the perfect girlfriend at first. I don’t know if that’s something I’m capable of.”

That was what Jen said to you at the end of your internship on the campaign she was working on at the time. While her political career required her to lie her ass off on a daily basis, she was brutally honest when it came to her personal life. That was something you appreciated about her.

But she was more right than either of you could have imagined. While you were living in the same city, things were fine. But her work often required her to leave, and Jen had a hard time resisting temptation. Your most recent fight happened after she got back from Indiana from a job and she admitted to you that she had cheated on you- yet again- this time with a man who worked for her opponent.

“But it meant nothing! I have no feelings for Chris, you’re the one I actually care about! He- he was just there.”

Of course, she managed to win you back, like she always did. Despite her flaws, you loved her, and you knew she loved you. She worked so hard, courting you, buying you flowers and gifts, helping you study for grad school, and just making you feel special.

But then, of course, she had to leave again.

“Babe, I got another job offer! Claire Debella is running for governor of Connecticut, and she’s being backed by some tech billionaire. I can’t refuse this, I’m gonna make a killing!”

“Does that mean you’ll have to go to Connecticut?”

“It does but- hey, I promise it won’t be like last time, alright? We’ll talk every day, you can visit-“

“Jen, I have school…”

“You can visit on weekends, or breaks. I can pay for your flights. We’ll make this work, okay?”

You agreed, although you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. You dropped her off at the airport a week later, and she made you another promise.

“Keep your phone on, babe. When I get to the hotel, I’ll send you something extra special.”

And she did. That night you got a photo message captioned “wish you were here ;)”. You opened the photo and it was her, sprawled on her hotel bed, completely naked. God, she was perfect.

You texted her back “I’ll miss that so much”, to which she immediately replied, “send me something back to enjoy tonight! I’m missing u already”

This was not something you and Jen had ever thought to do before, but you complied. You stripped and found a lingerie set Jen had bought you a while back to change into, and started taking photos for her. This became a nightly ritual between the two of you that you kept sacred. You sent her photos of yourself in the various lingerie pieces she kept ordering for you.

“you look even better in that than I thought you would, baby. Let me see from the back”

You sent her another photo of you from the back, bending over and sticking your ass out slightly.

“that’s it, baby. god i wish i was there so i could take you in that position.”

Sometimes Jen would send you audio clips of her moaning as she touched herself to your photos, and you would replay those at night as you imagined you were together, and that she was fucking you.

Jen thought that this would be enough to keep her from giving into her temptations, and truth be told, it was. At least for a while. But that didn’t mean the temptation wasn’t present. This time it was the woman she was working for, Claire Debella herself. It was rare that Jen actually liked one of her candidates, but Claire was smart, had some great ideas, and was gorgeous to boot. The two women would meet daily for coffee in the morning, or drinks at night, and were starting to become actual friends.

The two of them would always start by talking business, campaign strategy, the usual. But they started to venture into talking about their personal lives.

“You dated an intern? And it actually worked out?”

“It did. She was- is- pretty great, and it wasn’t what you’re probably thinking. (Y/n) was the only one there who wasn’t some dumb legacy kid. I had a lot of respect for her, we bonded, one thing led to another and we were sneaking off to the supply closet every day for the rest of the campaign.”

Claire laughed, “I gotta say, Jen, I kinda wish I had a story like that.”

I could give you a story… Jen thought. But she knew better. You were all she wanted, all she needed. She just had to keep reminding herself.

That night you sent her a video of you riding your favorite strap, which Jen of course left at home for your use. For the first time, you weren’t wearing lingerie, you weren’t wearing anything. Jen reveled in the sight of your bare breasts moving up and down. She imagined she was wearing the strap like she usually did, that you were bouncing up and down on her cock, moaning.

“Yes, baby, just like that. You look so pretty riding me baby, just a little more, yes…fuck, good girl… cum for me baby, good girl…”

The next day at work, Jen was conflicted. She couldn’t stop thinking about your video, but she also couldn’t stop thinking about Claire. She wanted you both so much it hurt. She never felt this way before. Jen was used to hooking up no-strings-attached, mostly with men. But you and Claire were different. She walked to her office distracted and in a daze, not having gotten much sleep last night thanks to that video you sent her. Jen felt herself bump into someone, and felt hot coffee spill on her shirt.

Shit. It was Claire. Of course it was Claire.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Are you okay, Jen?”

“Yeah, I just- I didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. “

“Okay. Don’t worry about it, I have an extra shirt in my office, I’ll let you borrow it.” Claire led Jen up to her office and took off her coffee-stained blazer that covered her otherwise clean dress. The dress hugged all her curves beautifully and showed off her strong, lean arms.

“Here you go.” Claire, for whatever reason, helped Jen take her shirt off, her gaze lingering for a bit before their eyes met. Jen felt vulnerable, exposed. And what’s more, she was enjoying it. She put the shirt on and quickly made a beeline to her own office, shut the door and turned the lights off. She then unbuttoned her dress pants and put your video on, trying to get the image of Claire’s eyes and body out of her head. And it worked.

That is, until she realized she forgot to lock the door. She heard a voice behind her.

“Jen? Jen?”

“Claire! Um, how much did you see?”

“Just a couple seconds. I was going to ask about my speech, but first, I have to ask, that girl you were watching. Is she your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“God, you’re lucky.” Her eyes darkened as she reached over Jen’s shoulder and pressed play. “Wow, look at her go…”

“You’re not mad?”

“Please. This is nothing. Besides, I can enjoy it myself. If you’ll let me, of course.” Jen breathed a sigh of relief, excited at the possibility that was just presented to her.

“Pull up a chair. Wait until you see all the pretty photos she’s taken for me.” Claire did so, making sure to lock the door behind her so no one could disturb the two of them as they enjoyed you.

“Stunning,” Said Claire, slipping a hand under her dress. “Imagining the two of you together, it’s getting me fucking soaked. You touching her, your girl riding your pretty face-“

“We can make her our girl, Claire. She’ll be into it.”

“Oh, I bet she will be. Such a little slut for us.”

Jen told Claire the plan she came up with to introduce them. Your spring break was coming up, and Jen would buy you a plane ticket to come and visit. The day came, but not as quickly as either of them would like.

Jen picked you up from the airport, just as you had planned. She looked beautiful and put together as always, and you ran into her arms.

“I missed you! I missed you so much Jen!”

“Oh baby, you have no idea. Let’s get back to the hotel and get you all cleaned up, and then I made a dinner reservation. You, me, and Claire Debella.”

“Claire’s coming? I know you two have gotten close during the campaign and I hate to be the jealous girlfriend but should I be worried?”

“Oh, honey, no. She just wants to meet you, that’s all. I think the two of you will really hit it off.”

So you showed up at the restaurant, by Jen’s side, wearing the impossibly short black dress she picked out for you. Claire was already sitting down, and the host led you right to her.

“She’s even prettier in person, Jen. Hi, you must be the famous (y/n). Jen talks about you all the time. I’m Claire Debella, it’s so nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

The woman was definitely your type. Powerful, charming, older. And the three of you did hit it off. You talked about the campaign, your classes, and your worried about Claire and Jen were gone. Claire was incredibly friendly to you. A couple cocktails in and you started thinking about how pretty Claire was, about all the things you, her and Jen could do together…

So you cut yourself off. You couldn’t think about that, not when you’ve spent the past few months chastising your own girlfriend, terrified of her cheating on you. You nervously excused yourself to the bathroom, not noticing Jen motioning for Claire to follow you.

“I’ve been waiting to get you alone.” Said Claire as you left the bathroom stall.

“I’m sorry?”

Claire grabbed you and turned around, pinning you against the sink, slightly bent over so that your short little dress slid up.

“Look at you. I wish you could see yourself when you’re like this. Ever since Jen showed me you, I knew I had to have you.”

“Claire, what if someone comes in?”

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She teased, pulling your skirt up further.

“What cute panties you have on. And what an even cuter little wet spot right there. Just from me bending you over like this, where just anyone can walk in and see.” She ran her fingers between your clothed folds, and you stopped yourself from moaning. It felt so good, but you couldn’t betray your girlfriend.

“Claire, this isn’t right. Jen is my girlfriend, I can’t do that to her-“

You were interrupted by a stall door opening behind you.

“It’s so sweet how loyal you are to me baby,” you heard Jen’s voice say from behind, “but right now I want you to let Claire fuck you. She’s wanted to from the moment I showed you to her. I told you this trip would be different, and it sure was. Don’t you wanna let us make you feel good?” At that moment, Claire slipped her hand into your panties, brushing your clit and you let out a moan.

“Good girl,” Claire praised as she teased your pussy some more, slipping a finger inside you as Jen watched eagerly. But Claire quickly pulled out when she heard footsteps coming towards the door. As much as the idea of getting caught turned her on, she was running for office and couldn’t risk it. You whined a bit at the loss but stood up and pulled your skirt down, locking eyes with your girlfriend, smiling at you proudly.

“Why don’t we get the check and get out of here?”

[imdoingsortagay]

Can't get the idea of Claire kneeling for R in nothing but a collar out of my head but due to selective writer's block I can't seem to write it so I'm kindly asking if I may pass the torch to you.

Omg bestie this was so fun to write

Tease

Summary: Claire playing for the actions of her consequences after deciding to be naught while you work

a/n: based on this ask

warnings: Smut+18, collars, kneeling, pet names, degrading, r being called daddy,

Claire was fucked big time. 

Claire had the brilliant idea to take some very revealing photos of herself while she was getting ready to do some headshots for the senate campaign website. Just some pictures of the suit her campaign manager decided to put her in and she thought you would enjoy the spicy images while you were in meetings for most of the day. Remembering from experience how crazy you went at seeing the pictures.

What she didn’t think through was how boring this all would be and so, Claire got riskier with the images and caption to said pictures as she was waiting. A simple picture of her cleavage with a caption talking about the necklace she was wearing looked cute on her turned into a thread of naughty pics as she felt herself getting more turned on thinking of her wife.

Before she knew it, she was in this tiny dressing room, her left hand holding her phone while her right hand was occupied in her pants, Claire thrusting two fingers inside her soaking cunt. She wished that she was home instead of this boring studio so she can let out all the moans for you to hear in the office. It was to her memory one of the riskier things she’s done since deciding to run for higher political office all those years ago. Claire had never felt so excited and turned on doing something like this.

Even deciding to make herself cum in the video so that you had a little treat to watch in between meetings, knowing full well you would be very mad at her for acting like such a naughty slut. Maybe you would go easy on the older woman if she used her very famous puppy eyes on you and got your favorite food for dinner, but there is a slim chance of that happening.

Claire bear: 

*video.png*

Wish you were here with me daddy to fuck my pussy:/, my fingers aren’t enough daddy Need your cock in me pls

Claire paid no attention to her phone for the next hour, focusing on getting a couple of good shots for the senate campaign website. Being very unaware that you had some time to kill before the next big meeting and were greeted with a whole thread of naughty images from Claire. 

It started pretty tamely at first but the more you scrolled, the dirtier it got. It made you soaked beyond belief that she sent these and you were stuck in this boring office for the next 6 houses and had to wait. The last message took you by surprise as Claire would always talk about how she’d never fuck herself anywhere that wasn’t the comfort of her bedroom. Claire Debella, in this small dressing room of some studio, recording herself fucking her needy pussy and all you could do is imagine what she looked like.

“ That fucking whore,” you mumble to yourself as the video continues. She was gonna be so fucked once you made it back to the apartment.

As the video ended, you were furious that your lovely wife decided to be such a tease, especially knowing that you’d be busy at work. 

So you send Claire a quick text before heading into the next boring meeting of the day.

My love <3:

I’ll be home at 6 pm and I want you kneeling by the door, the collar on like a good slut, Got it kitten? 

Claire bear:

Yes Daddy

After she got the text from you, Claire quickly got her photoshoot done, made sure to act as serious as possible while leaving the studio, and make her way to your shared apartment like she wasn’t gonna be punished badly by you cause she wanted to have some fun in during the photoshoot.

Where most days the drive would be slow and boring, traffic was pretty quick on the way back. The second that she made it inside, Claire checked her phone to see that she had only 20 more minutes to get ready before you arrive and she made her way to the room where you stored her collar.

Getting a collar in the first place proved to be a challenge as she didn’t know what kind of design she wanted, how she would get it along with getting it delivered. She was the governor of Connecticut, a public official and she couldn't risk her image being tarnished if the media caught her walking into a sex shop. You assured her that no collar would be fine and she could get a cute necklace instead but lucky for her, one of her besties from her friend group had offered to grab one for her. A surprise to you when Birdie had shown up to the apartment during dinner to deliver a package to Claire, making sure that nobody followed her and left like nothing happened. 

The beautiful collar, in her signature color, beige, with her initials stitched into it with white threads that you later found out had been customed made by one of birdies friends. Since then it was something the both of you would incorporate into your sex life. 

Claire goes to her nightstand to see the collar sitting in the top drawer and quickly takes off all of her clothes before making her way to the living room. In times like these Claire was thankful to have carpet in the living room as she would be a bit annoyed to be waiting for 15 minutes for you to come back from work.

Claire looked at the mirror next to the door, double-checking that she looked so pretty for you, on the off chance that maybe you won’t go too hard on your sweet dove for being such a tease.

She checks her phone again to see that she only had 10 more minutes til you got home from work and she made her way to the spot next to the couch where she knew you would go after work. Didn’t matter how busy, the bad, excellent, or stressful your job got, it was your spot to be with a glass of whiskey and Claire by your side. 

As your girlfriend was patiently waiting for your arrival back from work, you decided to take the quick route back to the apartment, needing to be with your girlfriend after the stunt that she pulled earlier in the day. Seeing how good her fingers look as she touches herself, how wet her pussy must have looked compared to the shot video you got from her. Left you to imagine so many things that you wanted to do to her once you got home.

A drive that is typically 20 minutes for you is cut in half thanks to your phone and you quickly make your way into the building to Claire who’s probably very nervous to see you. This was only going to be about the second time that she’d be punished by you and the both of you were unsure as to what would happen tonight. Claire at the moment felt good sending those videos to you but felt bad for making you all needy while you were unsure what kind of punishment would help her learn. 

Luckily for sweet Claire, she’s taken out of her thoughts when the door is open and she takes a quick peek from her spot on the floor at you. 

In your light grey blazer paired with one of your many dress shirts, a light grey skirt to go with it, and some short heels to finish the look. All Claire wanted to do at the moment was to shove her face between your legs but it was not the time for that.

Without missing a beat, you walked to the little bar set up you had to pour yourself a glass of whiskey, not bothering to give Claire any sort of attention before making your way to the couch to rest up. 

10 minutes passed by as you opted to not say anything to your dove, finishing your drink before moving a fit to face your girlfriend who decided to follow your instructions. 

“ Who knew my pretty little dove can use that brain of hers to follow my instructions?” you ask as you take a look at Claire who just blushes under your look.

Her collar fit and smug on her neck, hair was in a messy bun with her hair combed so you would easily see her face. The farther that you look at her body and the more she seemed to blush, feeling so worked up and you didn’t even so much as lay a finger on her. Nipples harden to the coldness of the apartment and you stop there, not choosing to give into your dove. 

“ Do you know why I asked you to do this my dove?” you ask her and she nods her head.

“ Yes Ma’am,” she says quietly. 

“ What was that Dove? How about you be a good girl and answer the question, seems like I can’t hear you” you order.

“ Yes ma’am, because I was a bad girl and sent those dirty pictures to you and even touched my needy pussy as well, she sheepishly says. If this wasn’t a punishment for claire right now you would have rewarded her for answering the question fully. 

“ my goof little dove, you look so pretty for me kneeling for me,” you say as you motion for Claire to come between your spread legs. Your girlfriend going internally crazy as you are leaving nothing to the imagination, nice legs, soft thighs, and a bit of a wet patch that she can see.

Being the good girl that she is, Claire eagerly moves from her spot to between your legs, patiently waiting for what will come next.

“ You are too pretty to be mad at sweet dove,” you pause” but I need to punish you for being a naughty whore while I was at work”. 

Claire knew what was about to happen right away. 

“ How about,” you start as you remove your skirt and underwear,” you be a good girl for daddy and eat me out then I won’t be too hard on my little dove.” 

Clare was a bit confused at the new name, not that she minded it but she was always so used to you being her Ma’am most of the time.

“ Why Daddy tonight?” Claire asks since most of the time the given name she’d call you would be Ma’am. Honesty surprised her a bit.

“ Because,” you loop one of your fingers around her collar to bring her face to your center, the older woman being a couple of inches away from her prize,” if you’re a good girl you can call me ma’am but since you decided to act like a dumb whore sending me those dirty pictures, not to mention even touching yourself without my permission.” 

“ Be a good slut for daddy and make me cum or else I might have my fun and edge you for the rest of the night dove,” you pause as Claire just stares in awe” got it, Dove ?. “ 

“ Yes daddy,” she says before you push her mouth to where you need her most. Letting out a loud groan the second you feel the older woman’s tongue on your cunt.

This was going to be a fun night for both of you.

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Also we all agree that Claire Debella is canonically queer, right? Or did I imagine that bit?

[syarina]

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[pickledpascal]

The Missing Link

Chapter Five: Into The Fire

Warnings: Some legal jargon that’s probably not right, 18+ themes, swearing.

Word Count: 2.1k

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Police boat sirens wailed in the distance, red and blue flashing against the ocean water as they got closer and closer to the island. Ezra blinked as Elle tightened his tie slightly, pulling him back from his memory. He gave her a light smile and pressed a kiss on her forehead as he brushed a few hairs away from her face. As expected, Miles wanted to go to trial. Helen did burn his entire house down but he helped inadvertently. The public didn’t necessarily know that just yet. The unfortunate part about all this was that it’s been a few months since everything on the island, the seasons had slowly started to change.

Ezra hasn’t seen Benoit much in that time.

Of course, he knew why Benoit was turning him down. He didn’t want Miles’ lawyers to try and manipulate the narrative that Ezra only sided with Helen because he had a crush on Benoit. They would probably explain it as some twisted way to appease the detective. If they wanted that, they should investigate Birdie instead.

With the way the media was these days, there was so much coverage on the trial and what happened at the island that it made Ezra dizzy. He was used to the flashes of cameras but not all these questions about stocks in Alpha or how it was strange he barely had any scratches on him when leaving the island. How the fuck would they know that? 

Benoit and Helen’s lawyer, Matthew Murdock, walked up to Elle and Ezra. Matt was a recommendation from Ezra for Helen, he took a lot of work pro-bono so she wouldn’t have to pay him if she couldn’t. Not only were Mr. Murdock’s services free but he was highly experienced and won a lot of the cases he was involved in. If Ezra was Miles’ lawyer, he would be sweating bullets. Thankfully, Matt was on their side. Ezra’s heard stories of the way he’s absolutely destroyed an opponent in court. His speech was fluid, to the point, and his tongue was sharp like a razor. 

Matt was everything that made a good lawyer.

“Just remember the questions I briefed you on.” Matt said as he adjusted his red-lensed glasses. He leaned slightly on his cane before he made his way inside the courtroom to take his place next to Helen. 

Ezra let out a small laugh. If he could remember a ten page monologue then he was sure he could remember a few questions. “This is gonna be fun…” He sighed as he shook his head slightly.

“You’re tellin’ me.” Benoit joked softly. He was dressed in his signature tweed suit, something Ezra wasn’t able to see in real life until then. It was a little depressing that this was the first time he’d seen Benoit like that. 

Elle wrapped her arms around her father in a hug. Thankfully, they didn’t even attempt to call her to the stand. Ezra was very protective of Elle and didn’t think that being put on the spot in such a way would make her feel better about anything that came out of this. “Kick some ass, dad.” She winked, lightly punching Ezra’s shoulder.

“You know I always do.” Ezra shot back with a light laugh as he disappeared behind the courtroom doors. 

Benoit stared at the door after they closed and leaned down slightly to whisper to Elle, “He’s a nervous wreck, ain’t he?”

“Yeah…” Elle pursed her lips then shrugged, “He likes to go by the saying, ‘fake it till you make it.’” She looked back up at Benoit and gave him a slight smile of reassurance. “He’ll be fine.”

Somehow, they both doubted that. 

—-------

Miles’ lawyer began with a simple request. “Can you state your name and occupation for the court, Mr. Wayne?” 

Ezra nodded, not wanting to be snarky when it could be taken the wrong way. Not only that, but Matt warned him against it as well. “I am Ezra Wayne and I am an actor.” He said simply, his hands clasped in his lap.

“And your relationship with Mr. Bron, Mr. Wayne?” 

Right, they would use this against him somehow. Ezra glanced at Matt before his eyes were fixated on the lawyer in front of him. “We’re not friends but I wouldn’t say we’re enemies either. I don’t like him but I don’t think I despise him.” He explained.

The lawyer hummed and nodded, “With your dislike of Mr. Bron, why did you attend the weekend festivities he was holding at his island?”

“Objection, leading.” Matt raised his voice slightly, just enough for the entire court to hear but he never left his seat.

The judge nodded, “Sustained. Mr. Anderson, reword your question.”

Anderson let out a light huff and nodded. “Mr. Wayne, why did you go to Mr. Bron’s island?” His question was much more to the point without implying too much which was what they–Ezra and Matt–wanted.

“Why wouldn’t you want to go to a Greek island in the middle of summer?” Ezra shrugged with a light smirk. “My daughter was getting stir crazy in our house during the height of the pandemic. We needed to do something and I assumed the island would be isolated–which it was–I didn’t think we would be hurting people by going.” He explained just as practiced. 

Anderson’s eye twitched slightly before he took a quick breath and asked his next question, “It has recently come out that Mr. Blanc,” Ezra’s eyes flicked to the man as he entered the courtroom with his daughter. “was hired by Ms. Brand. Did you know this?” 

“Not at the beginning of the day, no.” Ezra confessed truthfully. He quite simply thought Benoit was going on his own sort of getaway, nothing particularly stood out to him that Benoit had some ulterior motive. Either way, half the time the detective was around Ezra, his face was flushed red both because of nervousness and the feelings he felt for the actor. 

“But you did by the end of the night?”

Ezra cocked his eyebrow slightly then remembered… they hadn’t called Benoit to the stand yet. Possibly to save him for last, to fill in some details the rest of them didn’t know. “Well, yeah. He explained his purpose for being there with a huge speech though I don’t remember many details about it.” 

“What do you remember?”

Ezra pursed his lips slightly, “Details are foggy but the big things were that he explained both the murder of Duke Cody and Cassandra Brand were committed by Miles. Not only that but he attempted a murder on Ms. Brand's life earlier that night.” A ghost of a smile was on the corner of his lips as a gasp broke out among the court, chattering starting as journalists scribbled in their notebooks.

“Order! Order!” The judge smashed down her gavel, quickly shutting up the crowd in the gallery. “Proceed, Mr. Anderson.”

Anderson’s eyes narrowed at Ezra as he pursed his lips before he turned back to Matt and retreated to his place next to Miles. “Your witness.” He said.

Matt let out a small chuckle, he could sense Anderson’s defeat as he stood. “Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne.” He smiled slightly as he approached the witness stand. “Did you happen to see how the fire in Mr. Bron’s house started?” 

“No. Me and my daughter went outside a few minutes before the fire started. She wanted to get some air and relax.” Ezra explained which wasn’t necessarily a lie but just not the full truth. Then again, he didn’t exactly know what was going to happen when he followed Benoit outside the Glass Onion. 

Matt nodded as if he didn’t send Ezra his questions weeks in advance so he was prepared for everything he was going to ask him. “Mhm. Did you happen to know what Klear was?” He asked with a slight cock of his head.

“No.” Ezra huffed out a laugh. “I haven’t spoken with Miles in years before the invitation arrived on my doorstep. To be frank, I’m still not exactly sure why he invited me.” He admitted softly as he adjusted his position in his seat. 

“You didn’t know that Klear was a highly flammable substance?” Matt asked, adjusting his glasses slightly.

Anderson quickly objected, “Leading!”

“Sustained.” The judge responded. At least she was fair.

Matt hummed for a moment before he reworded the question, “Did you have any idea of the properties of Klear?” He asked after a few seconds.

“No. Not until Lionel Toussaint said that it could be unsafe for people to be around.” Ezra explained and pursed his lips slightly. “That was enough for me to want to get out of there as soon as possible. My daughter’s safety is much more important than my own.”

“As one would imagine.” Matt nodded as he leaned on his cane slightly, turning his head in Miles’ direction before he turned it back to Ezra. Anxiety was rolling off the billionaire in waves. “I have no more questions at this time, your Honor.” He said clearly before he made his way next to Helen.

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Week passed with each witness called to the stand, more and more pieces started to fall into place. That was until Benoit Blanc made his way to the stand when all the pieces began to fit together, providing information that only he had. Benoit was hired by Helen to find her sister’s alleged murderer and with the evidence available at the time, they believed it to be one of Miles’ friends. They didn’t exactly expect it to be Miles himself though that was one of Helen’s first instincts. But, as they eventually learned, they should have trusted Helen. 

To the surprise of the gallery, the trial slowly turned into a murder trial rather than one about property damage and defamation. And to everyone’s surprise except Ezra’s, Miles was found guilty with first degree manslaughter, life in prison, and no posted bail so no matter how much money the man had, it wouldn’t be enough to keep him out of jail. 

Walking out of the courthouse with his daughter, Ezra met Benoit and Helen at the bottom of the steps and gave them both a light smile. Thankfully, it was night so there weren't too many reporters outside. “The shithead got what he deserved, huh?” He chuckled softly. 

Helen nodded with a laugh. She looked good these days, not as similar to Andi anymore. Her hair was growing out, the ends remained blonde while the roots started to grow out black. “Finally. I think I would have slipped something in his drink if he didn’t.”

“Not the most brilliant thing to say in front of a court of law.” Benoit shook his head with a light laugh.

“Whatever, we won the case. It don’t matter anymore, Blanc.” Helen shrugged as she patted Benoit’s shoulder slightly before she gave the group a goodbye smile and made her way home. 

Elle looked between the two men, both of whom she appointed as her fathers. And well… she could sense something between them needed to be resolved. “Uhhh, I’m gonna wait by the car.” She narrowed her eyes a little and awkwardly skirted past her black-haired father.

The pair watched her walk away until she was out of sight. “I believe I owe you a date?” Benoit asked with a light smile, eyes showing a playful emotion. 

“Yes, you do, Detective.” Ezra smirked, no shame evident in his features as his eyes raked over Benoit’s figure. Something about the way he looked in those colorful ties and tweed suits. “Saturday at six work for you?” 

Benoit nodded with a small hum, “Even if it didn’t, I’m sure I could make it work for you.” He teased softly. The shyness from the island was all gone and Ezra had to admit this sense of confidence made him weak in the knees. 

“Oh, detective…” Ezra licked his lips lightly before he narrowed his eyes momentarily. Giving into his thoughts, Ezra grabbed onto Benoit’s tie and pulled to press his lips against his. 

A light, surprised noise escaped Benoit before he relaxed and wrapped his arms around Ezra’s neck. When Ezra tried to pull away, Benoit quickly chased his lips to keep him trapped in the kiss. The actor didn’t mind it much, in fact, he loved it. He was sure the remaining reporters were taking pictures but he didn’t care. Benoit Blanc was kissing him so hard that he was sure his lips would be bright red afterwards.

It’s been a while since they last kissed and they both craved it more and more with each passing day. The month of August arrived and the trial ended so the dam, with all its cracks, simply broke. The pressure disappeared into thin air.