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Sinking My Claws Into You ~Dark!Claire Debella xFem Younger!Wealthy!Reader

Summary— A darker fic, set after Claire gets back from Miles’ private island, and she now has to deal with the reality of basically going bankrupt. Luckily, Claire has got her hooks in you, a young, wealthy enthusiast from New York…

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Warnings: dark fic, lightly implied smut, age gap (all legal), teasing, taunting, manipulation, alcohol consumption, unrequited feelings, little bit of gold digging behavior, praise, flustering, wealth, yucky men, flirting, little bit of sugar mommy behavior, etc.

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Ever since Claire had backed away from her friendship with Miles, she had hit nothing but impossible obstacles one after another. Without Miles’ endorsement and backing for her campaign for the U.S. Senate, the middle aged woman was facing a fate worse than death. She would have happily rode on the back of Miles’ wealth all the way, but she couldn’t ignore the events that had come to pass. However, her decision now left the woman desperate.

Miles was an eccentric prick whom Claire had met more than 20 years ago. Back then, he had charmed her. And being the young, naive woman that she was, Claire had fallen for his persuasive nature. Not to mention how easy it was considering he was loaded. But Miles never wanted anything more than a friendship from Claire, and Claire eventually was forced to accept this by the amount of pretty models and talented girls that he always had in rotation and the overtly harsh rejection he gave her, which the snob was always happy to remind her of. Over the years, the only reason Claire put up with Miles was for the money. Miles had endorsed her when she ran for mayor, and then now for governor as well.

Miles was always there to dole out a check for whatever the woman needed. And Claire took full advantage of that. The price she paid over the years was well worth the bank she raked in. Miles would compare her to others and batter Claire all the time, she was his favorite plaything. But she always took it with a stoic face, telling herself that it would be worth it, that the amount of money she was getting leveled out the fact that he was a knee-faced jerk.

But then she and Claire had had a falling out. Claire had gone behind her back and stabbed a mutual friend in the back. And if there was one thing that Claire could not stand, it was betrayal. In the heat of the moment, Claire let emotions get the best of her and she broke it off. God she kicked herself for being friends with Miles for as long as she had been… It had been over 2 decades of unhealthy friendship, but in her eyes, the money had made it all worth it. But now, without Miles’ money… She was through. Finished. Done.

That was until she met you.

Claire had met you at an art benefit, one of those fancy events where the rich and wealthy got together, socialized, and gave away millions of dollars like it was nothing. Claire had been there campaigning for more funding and endorsements. She had already talked with three or twelve basic, filthy rich white guys, the kind that flashed toothy smiles while heavily and shamelessly flirting with her. She would indulge these men as little as possible, before moving past them. Those guys weren’t the type she was looking for. They weren't a Miles or a Y/N Astor… Claire rolled her eyes and shrugged off her disgust at the idea of what those rich guys wanted from her.

After a particularly gagging interaction with a young bachelor (at least half her age and nonetheless just as gross as the rest of them who only wanted her body and willing to give nothing in return), Claire had looked around the room, champagne glass in hand, when her gaze had landed on you at the bar. She immediately noticed how the woman carried herself with youthful elegance, and that she was the type of lady who could make anything look good. She could also tell that the woman had money, she was not the type of lady that flattered and flirted with filthy rich men to get into their pockets. She wasn’t a part of the common folk. No, this woman was in the one percent. Her clothing and accessories were not loud, but Claire could read the nicheness of the fashion and knew that she was wearing thousands of dollars: her Manolo pumps, the Cartier watch, the small Dolce purse, etc. This was the type of girl she needed, and she knew this woman could replace Miles and his money. Claire finished her glass, gave it to a server, took a deep breath, put on a smile, and then sauntered over to the stunning lady.

“I would buy you a drink, ‘hun, but it is an open bar…” Claire hummed, glancing over to the wealthy woman with a sly smirk.

You blushed just a smidge, and Claire immediately took that as her first win of the night. This girl was young. Not young enough to not be able to handle commitment, but definitely young enough to fall for Claire’s charm and to agree to hand over her money without a second thought. Again, the perfect mark. While Claire waited for you to make your move, she ordered herself a red wine from the open bar.

“You’re too kind…” you lightly retorted, swirling the expensive amber liquid in your glass.

“And who do I have the pleasure of giving my kindness to today…?” Claire cooed widening her smirk as she now turned her body from the bar to face you.

You slowly swiveled towards the older woman. Claire allowed her eyes to wander and take in the younger woman in front of her. You took a swig of her whiskey, before humming lightly.

“I’m Y/N.”

Claire nodded in satisfaction, taking the glass of red from the bartender when it was ready for her. Her eyes shimmered with predatory intent. She could tell this woman was book smart. But she was confident that she could outplay you in this game.

“I’m Claire Debella. My colleagues call me Debella, you can call me Claire…” the older woman hummed, with a teasing tone.

You sucked in a breath, your face flushing some more, before you nodded lightly.

“Where are you from, Y/N?” Claire cooed, playing with the younger woman’s name in her mouth.

“New York. I went to Harvard, have family in Connecticut” You breathed out, lightly fidgeting with your fingers and your glass while struggling to maintain eye contact.

“Smart girl…” the older brunette cooed, sending a sly wink your way.

Another blush rippled through the wealthy woman’s face. Claire could tell this girl was shy. That was also good, it spoke to her privacy and naivety.

“What about you…?” You softly asked.

“Connecticut.” Peggy promptly responded, before taking control of the conversation once more,

“Are you here alone, Y/N?”

Claire could tell that her words were having an effect on the young, wealthy woman. You nearly choked on her drink at her last words, as well as flushed, fidgeting, struggling to hold eye contact… But not in an uncomfortable way, in a flustered way. In a way where you looked adorable while you were trying to cover her ruby red cheeks in embarrassment. And that was exactly what Claire was going for.

“I am…” you breathed out.

“Really?” Claire cooed, quirking her brow dramatically accompanied by a sip of red, “A stunning girl like you…? I’m surprised that a cute guy or girl hasn’t snatched you up yet…”

Now your face was beet red, and she was desperately trying to swallow all of her liquid courage, overwhelmed from all the praise that the older woman was showering her with. Now the your glass was empty.

“Why don’t we ditch this open bar and go somewhere that has some nice, expensive whiskey for you? Hmmmmm, ‘hun?” Claire purred, leaning in close to the woman’s personal space.

You gulped and nodded mindlessly.

“I’d like that…” you breathed out nervously.

“Good girl…” Claire hummed out in delight.

She placed her glass along with the younger woman’s on the bar, signaling to the bartender that the two of you were done. She then linked her arm with yours with ease and guided you, the clueless, naive, wealthy, young woman out of the expensive, testosterone filled event, getting in the back of your Maserati and heading into a future filled with good fortune for the one and only Claire Debella.

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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

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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.

[dmysterioblog]

Masterlist II

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!

Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. This masterlist will keep being updated. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated.

Masterlist I

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

Little Raven

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: You've caught the eye of her.

Rated- ♤

Special Attention

Pairing: Dark!Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha give you extra attention because it's your birthday.

Rated- ♤♡

Mommy Aggie

Pairing; CEO!Agatha Harkness x little!Reader

Summary: Headcannon on how Mommy Aggie treats you.

Rated- ♡♢

I think you promised me a date

Paring; Agatha x F!Reader

Summary: a guy is following you and you find Agatha (a stranger) and asked her to pretend to be your girlfriend to get him off your trail.

Rated-♡

Make Me Forget

Paring; agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader

Summary: agatha is your magical mentor, and your first and only love. she has also decided that it’s her job to protect you at all costs, and one of the many ways she does this is the special spell she casts on you to make you forget all your troubles.

Pacify Her

Paring: Agnes x reader

Summary: Agnes reminds you who you belong to after watching you flirt with Wanda all night.

Rated-♢♡

Next Door Neighbor

Rated-♤♧♡

Paring; Alice Chambers x Reader

Summary: the Victory project might be messing with Alice’s head but at least one person believes her.

Rated- ♧♡

Mistletoe

Paring; Ayo x Aneka x Reader

Summary: you get caught under the mistletoe with Ayo and Aneka

Rated-♡♡♡

Princess

Paring; Claire debella x f!intern!assistant!reader

Summary: you’re an intern for the debella campaign on her road to her becoming a senator, and one of the hardest working on the team. no one notices how hard you work... or so you thought.

Rated-♧♡♢

Maneater

Paring; Gwendoline Christie x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is called a maneater and also the nigthmare of everyone who is rich, afraid of her getting them to bankrupt. But not her dear mommy.

Rated-♡♢

Offer Me That Deathless Death

Paring; Hela x valkyrie!reader

Summary: odin sending the valkyries to prevent hela from escaping was a present in disguise.

Rated-♤♧♢

You deserve someone who will fight for you not throw you into the fight Pt 2

Paring; Jamie Harrison x Reader

Summary: You're new to the Alpha house and can't help but become friends with Jamie.

Rated-♡♧♢

Feeling Neglected

Paring; Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Summary: You are laying down playing video games, not paying attention to her. To get her attention back, she fucks you while you play.

Rated-♢

Dumb

Paring; Larissa Weems x f!reader

Summary: Larissa fucks you dumb

Rated-♢♢♢

My Little Helper

Paring; Larissa Weems x f!reader

Summary: Reader is visiting home from college for summer break and can't help but notice the new neighbor and your mom has already offered you up to help her with anything she needs.

Rated-♡♢

Personal Blood Bag

Paring; Vampire!Natasha x Fem!Reader

Summary: In a world ruled by vampires every vampire has their own personal blood bag for them to use. After years of searching, Natasha has finally found hers. The only thing left to do for her is to mark you and complete the bond.

Rated- ♤♢

Prison Break

Paring; Dark!Natasha x reader

Summary: Natasha breaks out of prison and finds her new baby. She will do anything in her power to keep her safe by her side.

Rated-♤♧♢♡

Ms.Romanoff's sweet girl

Paring; Teacher!Nat x innocent!reader

Summary: you grew up in a conservative household and you know nothing about sex, but you have a crush on your teacher who leaves you with weird feelings downstairs, what happens when she finds out?

Rated-♡♢

Saved II III

Paring; Queen Ramonda x reader

Summary: You save the queen from dying and in the process you confess your feelings and almost lose your life as well.

Rated-♧♡

I'd Do It All Over Again

Paring; Queen Ramonda x Female Reader

Summary: For Ramonda, you'd do anything. Including risk your life.

Rated-♧♡

Dating Riri

Paring; toxic!riri x black!reader

Summary: what is like to date a toxic Riri.

Rated-♧?♢♡

Consume Me

Paring; Scotty x Fem!reader

Summary: Scotty eats the reader out in a feral manner, seeking to taste the reader while relieving stress after a long day at work.

Rated-♢♡

Attitude

Paring; toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader

Summary: you’re fed up with how shuri and riri have been in the lab, and giving less and less attention everyday…but it gets resolved.

Rated-♧♢♡

Don't Play With Me Princess

Pairing: Shuri x Reader

Summary: You get too close with Riri and Shuri doesn't like that.

Rated-♢♡

When I Had The Chance

Pairing: Dark!Shuri x Reader

Summary: Namor hurts you and Shuri makes sure that doesn't happen again.

Rated-♤♢

Princess Charming

Pairing; Shuri x Fem!Reader

Summery: You try to keep your crush on Princess Shuri in check while working as one of her lab assistants.

Rated-♡

Touch Me

Pairing; dom!Shuri x brat!Fem reader

Summary: Reader is feeling neglected as Shuri takes on responsibilities as both the Black Panther and the leader of the Design Group. Instead of talking it out, she tries to get Shuri’s attention in other ways.

Rated- ♢♡

Sweet Girl

Pairing; Dom!Shuri x fem!Black Reader

Summary: smut with no plot…

Rated- ♢♢♢

Are You Avoiding Me?

Pairing; Shuri x reader

Summery: You have been ignoring Shuri ever since your accidental confession, but she won’t ;et you unlit she tells you hers.

Rated-♧♡

Not my girlfriend my wife!

Pairing; Shuri x reader

Summary: Shuri does not take kindly to other women trying to hit on you I mean she takes it to heart it makes her feel as if she's not showing that you two are a couple enough. So when this happens she makes it well known that you belong to someone and not just anyone her.

Rated-♡♡♡

No Longer A Secret

Paring; shuri x fem!reader

Summary: After hiding your relationship with Shuri for months, she decided it's time to let everyone know. But first, you must inform the Dora Milaje's general, Okoye, who is also your mother.

Rated-♡

Princess Problems

Paring; shuri x dora milaje!reader

Summary: ongoing petty bickering between you and the princess is interfering with you job. You have to put an end to it once and for all.

Rated-♢

The Panther's Muse

Paring; shuri x fem!reader

Summary: Shuri pays a visit to Riri’s new apartment but is surprised that she no longer lives alone.

Rated-♢♡

Take it off before, I tear it

Paring; Shuri x reader

Summary: You've been feeling neglected and decide to send nude pictures to Shuri while she is in the lab. When she got back, she put you in your place.

Rated-♢♡

Watching a “Movie”

Pairing; Shuri x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shuri and the reader have a fun sleepover. 

Rated-♢♢♢

Caught Your Attention

Pairing; Shuri x Fem!Reader

Summary: youve noticed it before— the lingering stares, the intense firm grip she uses with you, how close she is to you, how frequently you are with her, how she looks at people when they stare at you. you hadn’t put two and two together until an incident that made you come to terms with just how much you mean to the queen.

Rated-♡♢

Teach Me

Paring; Bartender!shuri x black!fem!reader

Summary: A one night stand with bartender Shuri.

Rated-♢♡

Evil Queen

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: "You are mine. You belong to me only"

Rated- ???

The Gardener

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Y/n was the gardener's daughter, she used to help her father to yard work for Wanda. Now she does some of the work on her own. Wanda has a thing for the college aged girl and finds a way to get what she wants.

Rated- ♡♢

Sleepy

Pairing: g!p Wanda x g!p Natasha x little!fem!reader

Summary: y/n doesn’t want to go to bed, so Wanda and Natasha find another way to make her sleepy…

Rated- ♡♢

My Best Girl

Paring; stepmom!wanda x reader

Summary: Wanda spoils her best Girl for getting good grades in school.

Rated-♡♢

Stress Relief

Pairing; Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.

Rated-♤♡♢

Comfort

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Reader is dragged along to a sleepover at the Maximoff's house. However when she gets there Wanda isn't her usual happy-go-lucky self. She seeks comfort in the reader, which is a shock to the entire group.

Rated-♡

Last updated 04/22/23

[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💛

HOAX

PAIRINGS: Claire Debella x reader

WORD COUNT: 971

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

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“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.”

[hahnspoetrywrites]

princess [claire debella x f!intern!assistant!reader]

you’re an intern for the debella campaign on her road to her becoming a senator, and one of the hardest working on the team. no one notices how hard you work... or so you thought. 

warnings: 18+!!, m0mmy k!nk, legal age gap (reader is around 23-24), f!ngering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), soft!dom!claire, potential sugar mommy situation, pet names galore (i’m a sucker for pet names I’M SORRY), men with power they don’t deserve. please let me know if i missed anything!!! 

words: 3.4k

BIG BIG thanks to @getlostsquidward and @wandakink for letting me ramble in your asks and for helping me write this!!

i hope y’all enjoy this hot mess!

You don’t really know how you ended up in this position. You’d taken this internship as part of your college course. You were in your final year, and needed some more hands-on experience for you to finish. The Debella campaign team had been looking for interns. It was unpaid work, but it was work. You couldn’t turn your nose up at it. That’s how you ended up in the lunchroom, being yelled at by one of your superiors on how you screwed up the campaign trail… all because you printed the handouts and gave them out to be delivered door to door, a day too early. Now here you were, hiding in the bathroom from most of your peers and the higher ups of the team, praying that none of them would fire you. You furiously wiped at your eyes, cursing yourself for getting upset over something menial, but you couldn’t help it. A knock sounded on the door, prompting you to snap out of your spiralling thoughts. 

“Y/N? Are you still here?” Your sniffles gave your location away. The voice sounded like Kacey, another intern on the team. 

“Ms Debella wants to see you in her office, as soon as possible.” 

You sighed, trying to hold back more tears. You were about to be fired. After all the work you’ve done, this was how the universe would repay you. 

“Fuck,” you muttered as you inspected your reflection. Smeared mascara and eyeliner down your cheeks, your foundation was blotchy, but you didn’t really care anymore. If you were about to be fired, how you looked didn’t really matter anymore. As you exited the bathroom, you saw some of your colleagues gathered by the coffee station, whispering and mumbling about something (you assumed most likely it was about your breakdown). When you passed the glass walls of the office, you failed to notice the superior who yelled at you packing up his desk. You also failed to notice, the way the others eyed you as you walked by. They almost looked scared, as if saying or doing the wrong thing would get them killed. 

You arrived by the large mahogany double doors of your boss’s office. Your anxiety kicked it up to 11, hands trembling as you reached up to knock. Three soft knocks resounded in the empty corridor, the silence deafening until you heard the sweet soft voice of your boss.

“Come in,” she said. You entered, the largeness of the office taking you by surprise. A giant bookcase took over one side of the wall, a door hidden at the end closest to the windows. On the opposite sat a few more shelves full of folders, pictures of Ms Debella with other famous figures dotted around with small knick knacks as well. In the middle of the room, situated in front of some large glass windows was a desk, which Ms Debella sat behind, in a large leather swivel chair. She looked concerned seeing your distressed state but you brushed it off as fake, her trying to comfort you when in reality she didn’t care.

“You asked to see me, miss?” You asked, your voice coming out more broken than you initially hoped it would. 

“Please, come in. Take a seat, honey. Oh, and shut the door behind you please.” 

Her soft tone was comforting, but still filled you with anxiety. You did as instructed, closing the door behind you and heading towards one of the two chairs placed in front of the desk. As you sat, you saw her expression changed to something akin to guilt, but you weren’t sure. Her bright blue eyes clouded with worry when they fell upon your dishevelled state. She always looked so smart, her hair always perfectly styled (she’d chosen to have it straight today, you preferred when it was naturally curly), her beige pantsuit accentuated her curves perfectly, and was always perfect, no wrinkles or creases. She was always ready to be seen.

“Y/N, how have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you around a lot,” she asked, that gentle tone never leaving her voice.

“I-uh, I’ve been working a lot outside the office. And Glenn’s been giving me a lot to do,” You answered, your continued broken tone making you curse yourself. Although you don’t know why you’re so desperately trying to hide you’ve been crying when the evidence is on your face already.

Claire nodded, inspecting you closely, her eyes squinting in concentration. 

“That’s good! I hope it’s good, anyways.” Claire didn’t sound too sure of what she was saying but again, you brushed it off. You weren’t going to question your boss.

“Yeah, it’s been… it’s been interesting.”

Claire stood up from her chair, coming around the desk to stand in front of you, her back leaning against the desk.

“So, he hasn’t just spent the last 20 minutes yelling at you for doing something that he asked you to do earlier today? He hasn’t consistently been downplaying your role in this team? Or making you hide in the bathroom numerous times a day to cry?”

Claire didn’t lose the soft edge in her voice but it sounded angry, not at you per se but angry at something or someone. You glanced down at the floor, not wanting to catch Claire’s eyes. A soft hand made its way to your chin, tilting it upwards so you could look Claire in the eyes.

“Tell me the truth, honey.” Claire whispered softly, prompting tears to fall from your eyes. You nodded softly as more tears trailed down your cheeks.

“Oh, honey. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

You hastily wiped at your eyes, trying to avoid looking at her but her grip on your chin didn’t falter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother anyone. I thought I could handle it,”

Claire pouted, a stern look crossing over her face.

“Just because you thought you could, doesn’t mean you should, honey.”

Claire’s hand moved from your chin to your cheek, catching some of your tears with her thumb. 

“Let's just say he won’t be yelling at you anymore. But before we talk about anything else,” Claire leant over to one of the drawers of her desk, opening it and pulling out a packet of something you couldn’t quite see from your position. Once it was opened up and could smell that familiar scent, you realised she had some face wipes. She turned back to face you, one hand holding your jaw softly, the other wiping away your messy makeup.

“Close your eyes for me, sweetheart.” She asked gently, her lips ghosting against your forehead, an imperceptible kiss placed against your skin. You did as she asked, beginning to feel safe and comfortable with her. 

“Good girl,” she praised you softly as she wiped away your eye makeup, your natural skin finally being able to breathe. You didn’t necessarily like wearing makeup, but Glenn said (threatened) that wearing makeup would get you better positions and better jobs within this world. In his words, “pretty women are respected here, the others aren’t welcome,”. Safe to say he wasn’t liked much amongst the team. Claire didn’t like wearing heavy makeup either, and would always make a safe space for her female colleagues no matter where they were. This campaign was a lot bigger than she was used to, so she couldn’t ensure that was happening this time around. She thought you were so much prettier without the makeup. 

“There, that’s much better, isn’t it? Such a beautiful girl,”

Claire eyed you gently, taking in your nervous demeanour.

“I see how hard you work, Y/N. I see all the dedication and time you put into the work you do here. I see it go so underappreciated and so unnoticed. But I see all of it. All those extra hours, all those weekends spent outside the office, spreading the word about our campaign, going door to door. I noticed all of it.”

You were stunned, out of everyone in the office who you thought would pay attention to the work you did you never thought it would be your boss. 

“I never thought anyone would notice… me.”

“Of course I noticed you. I notice everything about you. How you like to work alone, how you like tea over coffee. How you forget to eat meals sometimes. How you forget to take care of yourself.”

You looked away from her, feeling guilt surge through your veins. You felt like a child being scolded by their parents. Claire continued to observe as you began picking at the skin surrounding your fingernails, pulling and scratching. That was another thing she noticed, your tendency to take all your anxieties and worries out on yourself. She still remembers seeing you on your first day. You looked so small and nervous, not looking smug like the others did. You were gentle and kind and that was when she knew she wanted you. She wanted to wrap you up in her arms and look after you the way you should be cared for. 

“The way the others treat you… you don’t deserve treatment like that. You deserve to be treated like a princess, sweetheart.”

Claire’s hand threaded through your hair, gently parting the knots that had formed. You looked at her with hopeful eyes, hearing her speak such nice things made your heart warm (and heat pool between your legs). 

“Would you like that, baby?” Her question made you shiver, she smiled in response. 

“If they can’t treat you right, I’ll have to do it myself. After all, I’m the only one who can treat you right, aren’t I, princess?” She asked you. 

“Y-y-yes ma’am.” You stuttered out the reply almost immediately. 

“You can call me mommy here, sweet girl.”

“Y-yes. Yes mommy.” You smiled sweetly at Claire, who sent a brighter smile back at you. She approached you once more, her towering over you as you shrunk back into the chair. Her hands held onto the arm rests as her nose brushed yours. 

“My good girl,” She whispered against your lips before she gently caressed them with her own. Her lips were soft and warm, the taste of her coffee lingering. You suddenly became conscious of what you last ate and drank. You knew you hadn't had lunch yet (you didn’t have any, since you couldn’t afford it) and you were sure you last drank water before the whole yelling incident. Claire pulled away, noticing how tense and rigid you were. 

“Relax, baby girl. You’re safe here with mommy.” A soft kiss was placed on your forehead before Claire took both your hands in hers, pulling you up so you were face-to-face. She led you round her desk to the opposite side and to her large leather office chair. 

“Sit down, angel. Make yourself comfortable.” She plumped the cushion against the backrest before encouraging you to sit. You did so, noticing the warmth that remained in the chair from where she had sat before. It was soft against your back, a huge improvement from the hard, plastic chair you had at your tiny desk setup.  

“If you don’t want this, now's your chance to say so, sweetheart. I won’t hold it against you if you don’t want this.”

Claire held your face gently in her hands, watching as you thought it over. You nodded profusely, holding onto her wrists as a smile took over her face.

“I want this mommy. I want you to make me feel better, want you to treat me like your princess.” 

Claire claimed your lips once more, this kiss harder than the ones before.

“Good girl,” she murmured against your neck, leaving kisses against your skin. You shifted in your seat, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable. Claire noticed your squirming, moving a hand from your cheek to your thigh, feeling your soft skin before letting it slip underneath your skirt. You were so thankful you chose to wear a skirt instead of your suit pants. You shuddered at her touch, goosebumps trailing along the skin.

“So receptive to my touch, baby,” Her hand stroked the inside of your thigh, before reaching your clothed cunt. 

Claire grinned as she felt the damp spot on your panties, her fingers rubbing your clit. “My, my, you're so wet... Let's get this out of the way, shall we? Wouldn't want my princess to feel all sticky.”

As much as you wanted her to keep touching you there, you parted your legs, giving way to her as she took your panties off. Claire winked as she put them in her pocket, making you look away, flustered. “Eyes on me, honey.”

You did as told, feeling yourself getting lost in her darkening blue eyes as she kissed your thigh. As she reached your inner thigh, you gasped as she bit and sucked on the skin, leaving marks all over.

Once she was satisfied painting your skin with bruises, she paused briefly, looking at you, your pupils dilated, lips slightly parted, and chest heaving with anticipation. Claire did not break eye contact as she inched closer to your core. 

Your whole body shivered as she lapped your folds, your hand immediately finding purchase in her hair. “You taste as sweet as you sound, princess,” Claire says, before sucking your clit in her mouth. You whined softly as her tongue toyed with your clit, your grip on her hair tightening. She moaned at the tight grip, vibrating against your core. She moved from your clit to lick up your folds, small kitten licks that had you panting and whining, trying to hold back any loud moans. Her nails dig into the skin of your thigh harshly, almost like a warning. 

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let mommy hear you… no one else will. I promise,” Claire leaned back in, giving your clit another harsh suck. You moaned unabashedly, unable to hold back. Claire smirks against your clit as she begins to alternate between sucking your clit and lapping up your folds. You could feel that familiar burning pool in your stomach. 

“M-mommy,” you whined, your moans getting higher in pitch the closer you got. 

“So sensitive, you gonna come just from mommy’s tongue?” She asked, her voice vibrating against your cunt. You nodded shakily, watching as she leaned in once more, devouring you like you were her last meal. 

“Cum,” she whispered against your cunt. She lapped up your juices as you finally came, her tongue expertly keeping you on that delicious high. She moved away from where her head was buried, releasing your grip on her hair as she did so, watching as she moved upwards towards your face. Before you could think, you pulled her to you, claiming her lips with your own with desperation. You could taste yourself on her lips and tongue and moaned into her mouth. 

You were so distracted kissing her you didn’t notice her hand sliding up your thighs and dipping below your skirt until she dragged a single digit through your folds. You paused and moaned, your cunt still sensitive from your last orgasm. 

“You can give me one more, can’t you baby?” She asked as she rubbed your clit, watching as you squirmed in her hold. 

“M-maybe. Too much,” You managed to whine out as she slowed her fingers down, gently toying with you. 

“I’ll take it nice and slow, a reward for being such a good girl. Don’t expect it to be like this all the time though, princess.” She warned before kissing your forehead. Her praise spurred you on as you nodded, moving your hips slightly to show you wanted more. 

“My good girl,” she remarked before inserting two fingers into you, her thumb softly rubbing your clit. Your hips undulated against her hand, her other hand holding your head against her neck. You kissed her exposed neck, her blouse being low cut enough to be professional but still show enough exposed skin for you to work with. 

“That’s it baby, let mommy take care of you.” She whispered as she stroked your hair. 

“P-please. I wanna be your good girl.” You moaned against her neck, inhaling her perfume as you continued your kisses. 

“You’re my good girl, baby. Always have been.” She kissed your hair as she softly curled her fingers upwards, feeling you bounce on her fingers. You moaned once again, wondering how this woman was able to make you feel so good whilst doing so little. How no one else you had been with had made you feel as safe and as good as Claire had. Your sensitive cunt was almost gushing and all she had to do was mutter some praises and let you ride her fingers and her tongue for you to be such a writhing mess. Your thoughts were becoming too much, you couldn’t stop yourself. You came without warning, the bubbling in your stomach catching you off-guard. You immediately panicked… you’d ruined her chair, the pillow and her blazer. You tried to pull away from her, muttering panicked sorry’s as you cried, the overstimulation of her fingers becoming too much but she continued to hold you close. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. Don’t worry, princess,” her voice was comforting, not a single ounce of annoyance or anger, yet you couldn’t hear it. The panic had already set in, how overwhelmed you’d been over the last few weeks finally hitting you as you cried into her shoulder. Her neck and blazer were soaked with tears, her fingers still buried in you as she held you. 

“Hey, hey. Baby, it’s okay! It’s okay!” She reassured you as she pulled your head out from where you had tucked it into her neck. Seeing your red, puffy eyes filled with tears, the dark circles underneath them, your flushed cheeks, stained with tears made her heart break. 

“What are you apologising for, sweet angel?” She asked, concern laced within her voice.

“Y-you didn’t say- I didn’t have p-permission… and I ruin-ruined your chair and blazer- I’m so-sorry!” Your broken sobs made it harder to speak, but Claire moved the hand from your hair to your cheek, brushing away your tears as she tried to calm you down. 

“Those things can be cleaned, angel. The chair’s so old and this blazer… I have about 4 more of these at home, so don’t worry, sweet girl,” she pressed one more kiss to your forehead. 

You grimaced as she pulled out of you, whispering sweet nothings against your cheek along with a few kisses. You felt sleepy and tried your hardest to stay awake for the inevitable. She would want you to go, having got what she wanted from you she no longer needed you to stay. Claire had gotten up from in front of you and moved towards the door to the side of the desk, revealing a small bathroom. You attempted to stand up, but your shaky legs made it nearly impossible. 

“Now, where do you think you’re going, princess?” Claire gently questioned, coming back to you so she could gently push you back down onto the chair by your shoulders. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can cuddle for a little while,” Claire was ever so gentle, almost as if you were fine china, so fragile you could shatter at any moment. She ensured you would stay put whilst she disappeared back into the bathroom, returning a few moments after with a damp cloth. She wiped your thighs down gently before wiping your arousal off the chair (not before dragging her fingers through it and sucking them into her mouth). She removed her blazer, throwing it onto one of the chairs on the other side of the desk, making her toned arms visible. She helped you up before taking a seat on the chair, pulling you down to sit on her lap. You curled into her embrace, hiding your head back into her neck as you wrapped your arms around her. 

“My princess,” she muttered against your forehead, leaving a sweet kiss there before continuing, “We have a lot to talk about, some things to discuss and arrange but for now, you can stay in here with me. As I said, it won’t be like this all the time, but I’ll make sure you feel like a princess every day, I promise you, baby.” 

As you snuggled further into her, she grabbed her laptop, one hand in your hair, the other scrolling through unread emails. 

“Thank you mommy… for this. For choosing me to be your princess, and for taking care of me.”

Your eyes closed, feeling one final kiss being pressed against your temple as you began to dream of what the future would hold for you and Claire.

[getlostsquidward]

Ohhhhhh requests hehe nice

Spare some alpha!claire and omega reader bit please, if it tickles the muse? I have no idea about the setting, maybe reader helps her with the campaign or miles got everyone on the island an omega to further relax during the weekend? Some sweet thing desperate to please cause if the assigned person isn't happy, miles isn't happy, and that is ... not good. And god knows Claire needs it, being a single mom running a campaign... 👀

Or something else dark, whatever comes to your mind! Have a good day!

fated

pairing: alpha!claire debella x omega!reader

a/n: hey anon! i hope i gave your request justice, my writing's a bit rusty hehe enjoyy

warnings: smut, omegaverse, alpha!claire, knotting, breeding, oral (r receiving), overstimulation, lil bit innocence kink, choking (briefly-not in a sexy way), men being assholes

summary: claire takes home with her a little more than memories from this greek island getaway.

“The rooms are named after chakras, your biorhythm is your key, get changed, settle, and let's have an afternoon by the pool before the real party begins,” Miles explains, as the wristbands glow with each of their chakras. Most of them go to their assigned rooms when he added: “...and there's a special surprise for you waiting in there. Thank me later.”

Claire and Birdie looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders, having no idea what it is this time.

Much to Claire's surprise, a very pretty present awaits her, sitting on her heels in the middle of the bed. The short frilly summer dress you're wearing compliments you very well, not to mention it's in her signature color, as is your collar engraved in the words ‘Claire's property.’

You stay with your head down low, waiting for your new owner to regard you in any way.

What a good girl.

This is, by far, the best trip Miles had organized. 

Claire closes her eyes and breathes in, letting the Greek island wind soak her stress and worries when a faint smell in the room catches her nose.

It's faint, but it's there. 

She walks into the room, taking her sun visors off, as she gets closer to where the scent is most potent — and she can feel her cock twitch when she realized it was coming from your slick.

Claire bends a little and tips your chin up with the visor, searching your eyes for something, anything. She could see the way your pupils widened just with the intense eye contact, how your pupils dilated, how your lips parted ever so slightly,  how your throat bobbed up and down as you swallowed. 

Despite the clear attraction on your part (and hers), she could feel how nervous you are. She puts her sun visor on your head backward, caressing your warmed cheeks with her knuckles. “Do you have a name, darling?”

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Unlike the rest of the disruptors who have their omegas on a leash, Claire takes you by the hand, your palm cold against hers. When she refused to take the leash, she didn't miss the shy, small smile your lips painted as you thanked her.

Comments were thrown at her, saying omegas should/ be on a leash to keep them behaved, for them to be constantly reminded who they belonged to; but Claire disregarded all of them. She kept you close, patting the side of the bed, sharing the small space with her—until two of her friends decided to join her, with the blonde woman ordering all of you to move.

The three of you decided to sit one bed away from them as they chatted. You could hear the two whispering to each other how their alphas were with them, and all you could do was stare at Claire with great awe. 

You're thankful that you went to an alpha like her.

Prior to this weekend, someone had given you a brief introduction to your assigned alpha. Initially, you're scared, given all the politician stereotypes, even if she is a woman. If anything, she's the exact opposite of them all.

The more you look at her, the more you feel your heat starting to make you feel hazy — and you're worried if you're good enough for the dear governor to breed.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice the tall muscular man towering over the three of you.

“You.” He hooks a finger to your collar, choking out a gasp from you. The man looks at the tag on your collar. “Claire's, huh? Did she take care of your heat already? Want an alpha more capable of breeding you?”

You're shaking, terrified, but you can't even do anything because here, you are just breeding holes. Brought on this island to please this alpha pack, and holes don't speak. Above all, Miles himself had said: I don't care if another alpha wants to claim you other than the assigned. It's up to them to take responsibility for their property.

He grins when he sees how your lip trembles, leaning down slowly towards your nape—

And the pressure on your neck is gone, followed closely by a loud water splash.

“Do not touch what's mine, Duke. This is your only warning.” Claire stands at the edge of the pool, pointer finger sharply pointed at the man. “You'd do well to remember that.”

You're still trembling, but not because of fear anymore.

She guides you away from the pool area wordlessly, keeping your gaze trained on her hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. 

None of her friends dared to stop Claire, her rage keeping everyone at bay.

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As soon as you get to the comfort of her room, Claire all but pushes you into the bed, her chest still heaving as she straddled your middle. Her eyes are still burning, though it wasn't directed at you. She's zoning out.

Claire was just happy bragging about you to her friends, a sweet little thing that you are when Birdie's voice cut her off. “Claire...”

And then all she saw was red, because no one, not even her closest friends, can touch what's clearly fucking hers, and they should know better than to do so because she swears they will not see the light of day—

“Mistress?” 

Your small voice grounds her to this moment, reminding her that you're here, that no one had snatched you up right under her nose before she can even officially mark you as hers. No one can.

She lets you tuck a stray hair behind her ear, the faint red mark on your wrist that her grip left catching her eyes. This time, gently, she brings it to her lips. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” you say, eyes shimmering with adoration. “Thank you, mist–”

Claire's soft lips caress yours for a second before she pulls away. Her bright blue eyes stare at yours, then at your lips, and back to your eyes, and back to your lips again.

You brush your nose against hers, voice hoarse as you whisper. “Please.”

“Your lips taste good, princess. I wonder…” she trailed off, face hovering along the valley of your breast and stomach, the slightest touch of the tip of her nose trailing making you shiver. She stops at the hem of your dress, eyes never once wavering off yours. “...no, I'm sure you're as sweet as you smell.”

Without another word, she dove into your cunt like a feast, the lack of any underwear a relief to you both.

Claire's cock ached to be freed out of its confines with your sex so graciously served to her on a silver platter. A pure omega, never been touched, holes clenching around nothing as you anticipate her touch.

“Fuck me like the whore that I am, mistress!”

An untouched omega with a dirty mouth? Well.

She smirked. You will be fucked like the whore that you are, but she needs you to produce as much slick as possible, not wanting your first time to hurt — but the thought that she will be the first person to ever fuck your cunt, the way she can see how goosebumps arise on your skin at the unfamiliar sensation of someone else's hands touching and prodding on your most intimate and sensitive parts has her head clouded with stormy lust, all focused on how she can destroy you, your tight little holes, and breed you round until you can't walk.

She uses her tongue to fuck your hole, her nose so deliciously rubbing against your puffy clit. She smiles to herself with how wet you're getting, with how desperate you sound. Claire didn't take too long to bring you your orgasm, and another, and another until she deemed you ready to take her cock.

Claire looks at you fondly, caressing your cheek with the back of your hand. Your eyes are glazed over with how fucked out you were, your hair a mess, the pretty marks and bruises she painted across the canvas of your skin.

She's barely even starting.

“I'm ready, mistress. ’M ready to be filled up…” you say with adoration, nuzzling your head against her touch. 

Claire coos, “Aww, sweet baby. Are you, really? You think you can take mistress' cock? You think it will fit your tight pussy?” She then claws her swimsuit off of her, sighing as she strokes her cock. 

You swallow as you see how thick and girthy she was, and Claire sees the way fear has flashed in your eyes. “I know it's scary and I know you're thinking about how my cock will fit you, do you still want it?”

A blink and your eyes once again gloss over with lust, nodding eagerly. 

“Good girl.”

Claire wants to flip you ass up face down, but she also wants to see the tears slipping the corner of your eyes once her cock enters you so she spreads your legs once more, rubbing her length against your clit and pussy lips before aligning the tip in your tight hole.

“You ready, baby?”

Claire takes your nod as a go signal, pushing her cock inside your pussy so slowly, you could feel every inch of her filling you and stretching your walls. She doesn't miss the tear that escape your eyes as you feel the burn of your alpha finally taking your cunt. She wipes it with her thumb, singing praises to your ear. “You're doing so well, my lovely omega. This pussy was made for my cock.”

She's fully sheathed inside you, and as much as she wants to start thrusting into you, she needs to know how you're feeling. Claire was a little worried by how you'd been quiet for the past few minutes save from your little whimpers and gasps.

Before she can ask, you beat her to it. “You're so big, mistress! But I can take it, you're right, my pussy is made for you. Please fuck me, please!”

Claire's cock twitches with how desperate you are and starts ramming her dick into your hole. The scream that you let out was music to her ears, and she intends to hear a fucking orchestra.

She grunts as she feels your hips move to meet hers, your breasts beautifully bouncing with her every thrust. She palms your mounds and pinches your stiff buds, letting another whine escape your lips. Your mouth was barely closed as she fucks you, all the moans downright pornographic, and her chest swelled with pride. She spits into your mouth, and you make a show of you swallowing it, making her thrust harder, a bulge forming on your belly with how deep she is. 

“Mmm, fuck, mistress! More, please!” You clench around her cock as she hits that special spot, making your back arch from the pleasure. You've never been more addicted to this feeling, full of your beloved alpha's cock, getting fucked for the first time like a good omega deserves, like you deserve.

You ask, and Claire delivers. She kept hitting that spot in hopes of you clenching around her again, feeling her knot starting to swell. Claire's all set to shoot all her load into you, nothing but feral thoughts in her lust-filled head. You wrap your legs around her waist to keep her close, feeling your own orgasm close.

“This pretty little pussy is mine, you hear me? No one else's.”

“I'm yours...I want to be yours, mistress! Please, please! Let me cum!”

“You want to be mine, lovely girl? You want mistress to breed you?” Claire whispers, her hot breath against your ear adding more fuel to the heat between your legs. 

“Yes! Yes please, mistress. I want your pups...”

“If you want my pups, I'll have to take you home with me. You'll be by my side, forever. Would you like that?”

“I'd like nothing more, mistress.”

“Good girl. Now take all of me and cum, baby. Go on, cum for mistress.”

Like it's meant to be, you cum as your alpha says. Claire follows right after, her knot adding more stimulation to your sensitive cunt. The way her thick release fills you to the brim makes you feel like you're floating, too blissed out with the intense pleasure you've just experienced. 

You let Claire lay above you, her face nuzzling your neck. She doesn't pull out, not yet. She has to make sure not one drop of her cum is wasted.

She sighs, satisfied, as she smells her scent covering your body. She presses an open-mouthed kiss on your throat, just above the collar tag where her name is.

You wrapped your arms around her and whispered, “Thank you, mistress. That was…I don't even know how to describe it. It's beyond words,” you pause, feeling brave as you lifted her chin and stole a bashful kiss. “I'm glad you're my alpha.”

You feel her smile against your skin. “Me too, darling. Me too. Now get rest as much as you can, because I'm not done with you.”

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All good things come to an end, but not what you and Claire had found with each other on this island. The two of you weren't even able to enjoy the full beauty this place had to offer as you remained cooped up in Claire's room, blessing every corner with spit, sweat, and cum.

“You ready to go home, baby?”

When she didn't hear you respond, she found you looking at distant strange people in the faraway part of the island.

Claire gently whisks your hand away, effectively leading your attention away from Miles' people burying Duke's body.

[jjsmaybank20]

If someone doesn't start making glass onion fanfics soon I'm gonna scream. I desperately need them.

[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.

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Princess

Ship: Claire Debella x Reader

Summary: Claire's stressed, and she's very obviously not wearing a bra underneath her dress... Understandably you can't help but want to rail your wife.

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings: smut, fluff, daddy kink, choking (technically), vibrators, strap-ons, humiliation, degradation, praise, pet-names (general, sexual)

Claire moans softly as you press your thumbs against her clothed nipples.

“My little one is such a whore.” You coo. “Wearing a dress like this without a bra? Really babe? It's like you want me to bend you over the nearest available surface and fuck you dumb.”

Claire shivers. “I thought you liked it when I wore things like this.”

You move your thumbs away slightly to admire how clearly her pebbled peaks can be seen through her off-white dress.

“You brought the vibrator, right?” You check.

Claire nods easily. “Yes.”

“Yes, who?” You nudge.

Claire flushes, and she glances around before whispering, “yes, daddy.”

“What was that?” You question, grinning wickedly. “I didn't catch it.”

Claire shifts her weight, fidgeting with the skirt of her dress, swallowing hard.

“Yes, daddy.” She repeats.

Her voice is still quiet, but it's loud enough someone could overhear.

You hope someone does. These so-called friends of hers need to be reminded that Claire is actually wanted by someone.

“Good girl.” You purr. “Let's get to our room.”

“Right now? With a murderer on the loose?” Claire is scared, you can tell by the way her voice pitches and how her fingernails dig into her arms.

“Right after- Duke?”

You instantly soften.

“Do you want us to? You can say no, lovebug.”

She pushes a hand through her hair.

“Is it bad that I do?”

You blink, before rushing to reassure her. “No, babe, no. Everyone copes differently.” You pause, judging the look on your wife's face before offering, “let me make you feel better.”

After a few moments of silence, Claire takes your hand in hers, pulling you along as she carefully checks the corners on the way to the shared room Miles assigned the pair of you.

When you get there, it’s ransacked, but when Claire starts to say something about it, you shake your head.

“Worry later.” You say. “Let's find the vibrator and worry about the rest of this later.”

Turns out, you didn't have to look very hard, the bright pink toy having been dumped out of Claire's bag onto the bed.

You shove everything else off.

“Some of that is expensive!” She protests.

“And they'll still be expensive for having been on the floor.”

Claire frowns.

You sigh.

“Do you want me to pick it up?”

She bites her lip.

“Maybe.”

Despite how annoyed you act, you really don't mind bending down and scooping everything up, depositing them on the cushionless couch.

“Alright, is this better, kitten?” You ask.

Claire nods in approval. “Thank you.”

You tilt your head in acknowledgement.

“Get on the bed.”

Claire obeys, crawling towards the headrest and giving you a view of her ass that has you groaning with lust.

“God, your body is perfect.” You can't refrain from commenting. “Daddy’s going to wreck it, she's going to you ruin you for anyone else.”

Your wife whines at your words as she settles against the pillows, legs falling as open as they can within the constraints of the dress, giving you a little peak.

She's not wearing any underwear.

“Claire.” You breathe out.

She smirks, and it sends a throb of arousal through you.

“Yes, daddy?” She asks coyly.

“You naughty kitten.” You meet her eyes briefly, before flicking yours back down. “You absolute naughty girl.”

“I thought you might have wanted to play with me at dinner.” She admits. “I just want to be your good girl. You know that.”

Your entire body shivers with want at her words.

“You're such a fucking slut.”

And suddenly you're crashing your mouth against hers in a bruising kiss, and the moan she releases into your mouth has you slipping your tongue into hers and fucking her with it as best as you can.

Her hands harshly grip at your back as they tug you closer to her, pulling you between her legs, and she whimpers as one of your knees presses against her exposed center.

You tangle a hand into her hair, and slide the other one underneath her to clutch at the back of her neck, using the leverage to press harder against her, and you reveal in the pathetic noises she makes, how desperately she tries to both kiss you and attempt to grind her core up and down against your knee.

She finally tries to pull away, but you won't let her, making her hands stop tugging at you, and instead lightly hitting you, demanding air.

You only tighten your grip on her, and wait a few more seconds before allowing yourself to be parted from her, panting breathlessly as you stare deep into Claire's eyes.

They're so blown with lust there's hardly any bit of blue to be spotted anymore, just bottomless black pits of utter want.

“You want daddy to make you feel good?” Your voice comes out husky, and Claire's eyes flutter shut at the sound of it. “Look at me when you answer me.” You chide.

She whimpers, but listens, and you reward her with a soft kiss.

“Good girl.” You whisper. “Now give me an answer, kitten.”

“Please.” She begs. “Wanna feel good.”

“Of course, princess.” You gently tug her into a sitting position, fumbling for her dress zipper.

She wouldn't be happy if you simply tore it off of her, no matter how erotic she may have found it.

Claire gently pushes you away, and stands on wobbly legs, allowing you to properly unzip her.

In one easy movement, your wife is now standing totally naked as her dress pools around her bare feet.

“Let me undress you, daddy.” She begs, her eyes heavily lidded as your own roam over the expanse of freshly revealed skin.

You smile at her, and settle onto the bed, leaning backwards on your forearms, causing your chest to be slightly pushed out.

“By all means.” You invite.

Claire can't seem to undo your dress shirt buttons fast enough, and one of them pops off, causing her to pause.

“The shirt's ruined now, might as well.” You encourage her, and her panicked look fades as something far more sinful takes its place as she tears the rest of the shirt off of you, leaving your top half exposed in the white colored lace bra you had chosen for tonight.

A startled breath of air escapes you as Claire latches her mouth onto the tiny bit of exposed area of your breasts, and you moan loudly, teasing her as she nips and sucks at you, being sure to leave behind a mark before pulling away.

“Please, daddy.” She begs breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

You smirk. “You have to get me out of these pants first, kitten.”

Claire moves to undo your belt buckle, when her hands still and her eyes widen.

Your smirk grows impossibly wider.

“You'll have to wait to take daddy's cock, princess.” You coo. “She wants to prepare you with the vibrator first.”

She audibly swallows, before continuing what she was doing, unlatching the buckle and tugging it apart, allowing your pants to become loose enough for you to gracelessly wiggle out of them with her help.

Claire's eyes don't just latch on how the large pink strap springs free, and you laugh softly at how round her eyes have gone, and her gaze shifts.

You meet Claire's eyes, still smirking.

“Seems we both had the same idea, huh, baby?”

The air is cool on your exposed center, the only piece of clothing still on you is your bra.

Your wife isn't the only one that discarded the idea of wearing any panties.

Her mouth is parted, hanging slightly open, and you can see as all thought drains from her, can tell the exact moment something more primal takes over her control.

“Fuck me.”

It's not a beg, it's a command.

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Don’t be impatient.” You reprimand. “At least remember your manners.”

You reach a hand behind you to unclasp your bra, tossing it somewhere behind you.

“Pass me the vibe, and then get onto the bed and spread your legs.”

Eyes wide, your wife obediently does as you instruct, and you can't help but fixate on the way she slowly drips onto the bed sheets.

“I haven't even touched you yet, and you're so needy.” You taunt. “Are you really such a slut, so desperate and horny?”

Claire only whines in response.

“Aww… Has my precious little one gone all fuzzy headed?” You mock, exaggerating a pout. “Has my baby lost all her words?”

Claire whines again, and it sends a throb of arousal through you.

“Do you think you can stay still for daddy so that she can touch you?” You ask. “Does my kitten think she's big enough?”

Desperately, she nods, and you laugh condescendingly at her.

“Okay, babe, but that means you have to follow through, or else daddy’ll have to spank you.”

Claire nods a second time, and nearly cries with relief as you close the distance between you and her, clicking the vibrator on.

But instead of bringing it down to where she needs it the most, you decide to focus on her nipples.

“No!” She protests, trying to jerk away from the pink toy.

You immediately pull back and arch a brow.

“No?” You question. “I thought you said you'd be able to take it, like a big girl.”

Claire bites her lip.

“Oh, did you think I was going to make you cum? Is that it? Did you think daddy was going to be nice?”

Her face turns red at your mocking tone.

“‘M sorry.” She mumbles. “I'll be good.”

You hum noncommittally. “We'll see.”

This time, Claire tenses, but stays still as you gently hovor the vibrator over a tit.

She stifles a cry as you finally allow it to make contact with the sensitive skin, and you frown at her.

“You know better than to hold yourself back, kitten.” You admonish. “Daddy always wants to hear what sort of job she's doing.”

A whimper works its way out of your wife at your words and you nod, satisfied.

And then you shift the vibrator, going from circling her areola to gently teasing her nipple, and Claire screams.

You groan. “Fuck, baby, you sound so pretty.”

Her hips buck, clearly searching for friction that you know she won't find, and you switch sides, making her scream again.

She's always so sensitive and loud, always unable to keep from giving away any pleasure she may be receiving.

Claire bucks her hips, desperate for some friction as she starts to sob at how painfully her nipples have quickly become, but you don't let up, only making a sound of disapproval before moving to straddle her so that her range of motion becomes limited.

“Daddy's not going to stop until you cum, princess.” You husk out. “She's going to make her baby all dumb and brainless.”

Claire's head thrashes about as she desperately tries to ground herself, her moans and screams echoing loudly enough you're positive someone will come running, thinking someone was hurting Claire.

You grin viciously.

Let her asshole friends see the things your tightly-wound wife allows you to do to her. Let them gawk as you bring Claire to the peak of the highest of pleasure over and over and over again.

“DADDY! FUCK!”

Claire finds the words as she cums from her nipples being stimulated alone, and her essence spills from her now weeping cunt.

“You're so beautiful, kitten.” You praise, gently pressing a soft kiss to her slightly sweaty temple. “I want you to get out one more for me, alright? Two orgasms, one for each side, and then daddy will fill you up with her strap, okay, baby?”

Your wife whines, but manages to nod her consent, and you dip your head down to gently suck at the nipple that had yet to be paid proper attention to, before switching, using the vibrator on the now wet bud, and softly sucking on the overly sensitive one.

It's not long before you can hear Claire sobbing out a second orgasm, her fingers tangling in your hair, desperately trying to get you away from her now painfully overstimulated tits.

You pull away, smirking at her as you shut the vibrator off and toss it somewhere along the bed, and she whimpers.

“P’ease.” She begs. “Wa’ you.”

“Big girl words.” You chide.

Claire often loses her ability to properly speak. The deeper in subspace, the harder it is for her to find the words and then get them out.

Your wife lets out a small sob.

“Need you.” She pathetically whines. “Need you in me.”

“Aw, princess.” You pout. “Do you need daddy's cock in you? You need to feel her filling you up and use you like a fuckdoll?”

“P’ease!” Claire cries out. “Wanna be your slut!”

“Oh, kitten.” You coo breathlessly. “Daddy is so happy to make that happen.”

You shift so Claire can now spread her legs, before you carefully line your strap up with her sopping wet pussy.

“You're all red and puffy for me, little one.” You press a kiss against her neck. “Are you ready?”

Your wife nods eagerly.

“Please.” She carefully pronounces.

You laugh lightly.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

You've hardly finished speaking before you enter Claire with one thrust, her soaking wet hole eagerly taking you in one go, and her moan is obscene.

“Fuck, kitten.” You bury your head into the crook of her neck, taking a moment to allow Claire to get used to the feeling of having your strap inside her, before lifting your head so that you can pull nearly all the way out, before slamming back in.

Claire's back arches and she somehow screams louder than she has all night.

“That's it, slut. Let daddy hear how good you're being fucked. Let her hear what a good job she's doing ruining her precious princess.” You growl, and you find yourself with one of your hands gently pressing against her neck.

The moan your wife lets out short circuits you, and you're thrusting hard enough the bed starts shaking in time with them.

“God, you're such a fucking whore. Taking daddy's cock so well like this, fuck. What would the world say if they knew what a fucking slut you are, hm? Would you like that? Would you like to know how many people would be so quick to say how badly they want to turn the big bad Claire Debella over their knees? I'll bet you'd love that, being handed out for anyone's free use, listen to how fucking pathetic you sound.”

You're merciless as the words spill from you, and Claire's eyes roll into the back of her head, the top half of her body arching so high off the bed you're a little surprised her spine doesn't snap in two.

“Fuck. Fuck.” You curse as your wife's scream cuts itself off halfway through, and you know she's cumming again.

You don't stop, brutally pounding into her as her hands viciously claw at your back, and you're sure it'll leave cuts behind, for all that your wife keeps her nails shorn, they've always been sharp, even short.

“What the hell…”

Your head snaps in the direction of the door, and you find Lionel standing in the middle of the doorway, eyes wide as he takes in the scene.

You smirk as you see Birdie pop her head around his shoulder.

“What, like I'd let anything hurt her.” You scoff, not stopping your movements for a moment.

Just because you got caught doesn't mean you feel the shame in it.

“Now if you'd please leave? I'm in the middle of something very important here.”

“Wouldn't it be more fun if we joined?”

“No.” You and Lionel somehow share an exasperated glance at Birdie's suggestion.

Claire's whisper gets your attention.

“Daddy.”

Her face is bright red, and her eyes are watering with tears.

You haven't even realized you had stopped your motions.

“It's okay, Claire bear.” You soothe. “They were just leaving.”

Your wife swallows, but nods, before looking at her two friends expectantly.

You know there's a shared history between the three of them, from before you had come along.

You expect Claire to think you're upset at her for them having taken a look because of that, rather than truly having accepted her past with the two of them.

“Leave.” You say when they don't move, their eyes still glued to Claire's naked form. “I'm not asking.”

Lionel shakes his head then, looking embarrassed, tugs Birdie away, who keeps her eyes on Claire until Lionel shuts the door behind them.

“Well.” You turn back to Claire. “That could've been worse. It could've been Blanc. Or Miles.” You lean down and press a gentle kiss to Claire's lips, to convey you're not upset. “Are you alright, lovebug? Do you want to continue?”

She nods shakily. “Wanna forget.” She whispers.

“You sure? It's okay to stop if you want to, Claire.”

She nods again, more strongly this time. “Make me forget.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” You whisper back, and Claire gives a small smile before you crash your lips against hers while simultaneously resuming the way your hips had been driving your strap deep into her.

Her moans and gasps are swallowed by your mouth, your tongue exploring every inch she has to offer, and you can tell she's close by the way her hands harshly grip your shoulders.

You break off the kiss.

“Cum for me, kitten. Let go. Daddy's got you.” You roughly say.

Your words are like magic, and Claire sobs as her orgasm overtakes her.

“Gonna keep fucking you until you can't think.” You growl as Claire's hands push against the expanse of your upper chest, clearly becoming overstimulated and over sensitive. “That's what daddy's baby wanted, right? To forget? Then let daddy do this for you, kitten.”

“Daddy!” Claire cries out. “Fuck!”

You chuckle low in your throat. “Such a filthy fucking mouth my little one has.” You tease. “How would you feel if daddy forced it quiet, hm, kitten? You want daddy to fuck your throat the way she's fucking your fucking slutty pussy?”

Your wife screams as you thrust particularly harshly into her, and then she's gone again, convulsing around you as she comes undone yet again, and she starts sobbing as you refuse to let up, watching her face in awe.

It must be something about this particular situation you've found yourselves in that Claire is able to cum over and over again so easily like this, with hardly any build up in between each one.

Your hand finds its way back around her neck as you taunt her.

“You like the fact we got caught, didn't you?” You laugh. “You're such a fucking attention whore. You love the idea of someone walking in again and finding you too stupid to do anything more than lay here and take. Every. Bit.” You punctuate your words by brutal pounding in and out, brushing against Claire's g-spot as her eyes roll wildly as her head tosses every which way, despite the hand you have around her neck.

Words seem to have finally fully left your wife, and the only sounds coming from her are ones of primal pleasure, and you reach your free hand down in order to rub gently at her swollen clit.

Once more, Claire screams as she orgasms, her body arching as she bucks her hips against you, before she suddenly falls limp, her eyes fluttering shut.

You can't help feeling self satisfied as you carefully, carefully pull out of her, watching with deep fascination as her hole continues to gush as her body twitches.

You lay a tender kiss against her now thoroughly sweaty temple.

“I'll be right back, lovebug.” You promise softly, even though you know she won't hear you, slipping off the bed and headed into the bathroom, finding a washcloth and running it under warm water, before returning to Claire, who's breathing has evened out.

Gently, you start running the washcloth over her sticky inner thighs, before working your way over her core.

Claire whines softly, but when you glance up, she's still out cold.

“I'm just cleaning you up, princess.” You soothe. “I know you're sensitive, but daddy just wants to be sure you don't get all icky.”

You keep talking in a low, reassuring voice as you finish your task, when Claire's voice rasps out.

“Thank you.”

You meet her blissed out gaze and smile indulgently.

“Of course, lovebug. Let me finish, and then we'll cuddle, alright?”

“Mmmmkay.” Your wife hums cutely, and you can't resist pressing a loving kiss against the warm skin of her thighs.

You go over a few areas that still seemed a bit sticky, before tossing the cloth in the same direction you had tossed the vibrator earlier.

“Okay, Claire bear.” You hush out, moving upwards until you can comfortably settle against the pillows, pulling Claire close to you, against your chest.

“I love you.” She whispers into your skin.

“I love you.” You reply, kissing the crown of her head. “Now rest, little one. You deserve to relax. I've got you, I promise.”

Your wife adorably sighs against you, and you can feel your own eyes closing as the sound of Claire's gentle breathing soothing you to sleep.

You know it won't be a long nap, but a break, especially for Claire, from all the stress can only serve to help, not harm.

And for right now, for these few, precious moments, there's no one else in the world but for the two of you, intertwined.

[milfp1lled]

Who I write for ⚢:

Succession Siobhan “Shiv” Roy

Abbot Elementary Melissa Schemmenti

The Parent Trap Chessy

Ocean’s 8 Lou Miller Debbie Ocean

Elementary Joan Watson

Ted Lasso Rebecca Welton

Everything Everywhere All At Once Joy Wang/Jobu Tupaki

Aubrey Plaza Characters Lenny Busker (Legion) Riley Johnson (Happiest Season)

Kathryn Hahn Characters Jen Barkley (Parks and Rec) Claire Debella (Glass Onion)

[aparticularbandit]

Idk if you write yandere but if it is okay. Maybe yandere Claire and reader

Thank u

Rating: M for mature themes.

IDK if this is what you wanted, Nonnie, but I tried.

You first ran into Claire Debella during your junior year of college. Every now and again, a guest speaker would be called on for one of the upper level classes, and you'd come into college with a bunch of early credits, putting you well in range to take that class, even though you shouldn't have been able to take it until senior year. You'd thought, well, it would be nice to hear from people in the actual field more often than not and had set yourself up to take it once your junior year and once your senior year - perhaps more, if you could get your credits to align.

Claire was the first speaker, a Democrat from Connecticut on the campaign trail, stopping to encourage the next generation. To vote, primarily. Especially to vote for her.

Halfway through her speech, she asked a question, something tricky, and while she didn't call on you first, you were the one who had the correct answer. You'd seen it in her eyes then, the glimmer of approval followed by the gentle lift of her lips in the barest hint of a smile that she'd all too quickly suppressed as she continued speaking.

Afterwards, Claire stopped you. "No other student has ever answered that correctly."

"It wasn't hard," you said without thinking. "It follows logic and the patterns of the masses. Any intelligent person should have been able to come up with the answer." You smirked. "Eventually."

Claire gave you a look that you didn't notice and then one that you did, her arms crossing under her chest. "I have an opening on my team."

You glanced up at her. "An internship?"

"Paid."

Your brows raised.

"Experience on the campaign trail will do wonders for you," Claire continued, looking away from you. Or, as you realize later, pretending to do so, not wanting you to catch her at it.

You considered it. You wanted it. But--

"I can't," you said and hating yourself for saying it. "I can't miss that much school--"

"A mentorship, then." Claire's eyes flicked over to you, and as soon as you noticed her gaze, they trailed up to meet your eyes. "Zoom meetings on the trail, in person afterwards. How does that sound?"

You could arrange for that. You could make time. It would help you tremendously in the future, when you started looking for jobs after college, to say you'd been mentored by someone like Claire. Perhaps she would have that opening again next summer and you could be an intern then--

Then you gave her a slight nod. "Sounds good to me."

Claire smiled then, but you didn't notice the darkness in it until much later. "Any intelligent person would have come to that answer eventually." She met your eyes again hungrily. "We'll talk soon."

~

Claire had seemed like a normal mentor. Even more than that, she'd seemed normal over that summer when you did intern for her - and she paid you well above minimum wage, well above maybe what you should have been paid - but that hadn't seemed bad. Or wrong.

Sure, she'd never approved of any of your dates, and usually they broke up with you very, very shortly after being alone with her, but you never put two and two together until later.

Not until after you graduated.

Not until after she gave you a real job.

~

It's an event that maybe you shouldn't have been at.

No, you definitely shouldn't have been there, but Claire invited you. Said you were the best assistant she'd ever had and you deserved to go, so you had. Dressed your best, but still not quite enough to fit in with the other elites around you.

Claire rubbed shoulders with a lot of people given her influence, got invited to a lot of parties. This is just one of them - a birthday party for the not entirely well-esteemed Birdie Jay. Claire assured you she was just an old friend, but you're still not sure.

Still. Standing here among models and fashion elites, you feel...out of place. Like you shouldn't be here.

And it doesn't make you feel any better that Claire is conspicuously not paying you any attention. It's like...like she invited you, but she....

Maybe she hadn't really expected you to come.

So you end up at the open bar, drinking a little too much, feeling like Cinderella might have felt at the ball if she'd stayed past midnight, until one of Claire's other old friends - Jen Barkley, who you'd spent plenty of time with during your internship and who had frequently interrupted your Zoom meetings. Not always with very good reasons.

....

Actually, never with good reason.

If you're honest with yourself, you don't like Jen. But you're drunk, and she's...not quite drunk, actually, but close enough, and if you look at her in just the right light, she almost looks like Claire.

(You will never tell anyone that you find Claire attractive. At least not again. Your old roommate did not approve of your crush. You don't know what happened to her either. She just stopped talking to you after graduation. Which is odd because you'd thought you were really good friends.)

Which is how you end up in one of the hallways off of the main room with Jen's tongue down your throat, and to be honest, she's not that great of a kisser, but she's warm and she's there and you're definitely more than a little bit drunk and--

All of a sudden, Jen stops. You think about asking her why, but then you see the hand on her shoulder and Claire standing behind her with daggers for eyes. It doesn't matter that you're drunk; you swallow hard and find yourself saying, "Sorry, sorry, we shouldn't have," in a slur, avoiding Claire's eyes.

Claire's hand tenses on Jen's shoulder. "Jen, can I talk to you for a minute?" She guides Jen away from you, offers you something that looks halfway between a smile and halfway between bared teeth, and then says, "You should go on home. Drunk isn't a good look on you."

You bite your lower lip and nod.

Except.

You want to apologize to Claire again. You want to know that she isn't going to fire you for being so unprofessional. This might not be a professional event, but Claire invited you, and if you made her look bad, then....

This is why you don't drink at these sorts of things.

So you wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

And then people start leaving but Claire hasn't shown up again, and you're pretty certain that people can't leave down the hallway where you'd been with Jen, so Claire should be coming back this way. Or should have. And hasn't. Isn't.

Claire's your boss. You should probably go check and make sure she's okay. Not that Jen would do anything to her. Ew, gross, wait, maybe they're together and that's why Jen kept barging in on your Zoom streams while Claire was campaigning. Maybe Claire was mad at Jen because she shouldn't have been making out with you, she should have been with Claire--

All of this you think while you walk down the hallway, checking out every door you find, and then you think you see Claire, so you push open the door and--

Oh.

Oh.

"Claire?"

The room is dark, but you can tell that she's covered in something red and wet and shining, and you're drunk and really hope that isn't blood.

You also hope that isn't a body on the floor in front of her. Really hope that isn't Jen.

Claire turns to you. "You...weren't supposed to see this."

Suddenly, your heart starts beating faster. Claire just killed someone. Claire just killed someone and you walked in on it. Claire is going to kill you.

But before you can make it to the door, Claire is there, a hand on your wrist, and when you open your mouth to scream, she kisses you instead. You still scream, at first, but she muffles you, and then you kind of forget that you're supposed to be screaming because for all that Jen was a bad kisser, Claire is. well. wow. Before you know it, you're kissing her back, and then your hand is in her hair, and then her hair is sticky because blood, and then you're screaming again, but it doesn't last as long this time.

Claire parts just enough to say, "I'm not going to hurt you," and you hate it, but you're drunk, and you believe her. But that doesn't stop your heart from beating fast in your chest. She glares over her shoulder at the body. "Jen knew better than to touch you."

You should ask.

You swallow hard.

You don't ask.

[multifandomfix]

Claire Debella’s Kinks Would Include

Claire isn’t one to advertise her kinks, but she surely has them.

If you bring out her dom side, she’s heavy on the praises, and has a tiny bit of a mommy kink that comes out every now and again.

She does like a little risk. Putting you on your knees under her desk during a zoom call or something really can hit the spot for her.

Her sub side is her gentler side. She doesn’t brat off, she just wants to feel good and make you feel good in return.

She loves when you tie her up and take things really slow with her. Sensation play with things like feathers and faux fur are really great for her too.

For anon

Claire Debella: @hotshot624, @academiagaymess, @lady-darkswan3

[neuroprincess]

who do i write for

NEW MASTERLIST ^^ and NEW LIST OF CHARACTERS

Characters

Criminal Minds

Alex Blake | Elle Greenaway | Emily Prentiss | Jennifer Jareau | Penelope Garcia | Tara Lewis

Law & Order: SVU

Alex Cabot | Casey Novak | Liz Donnelly | Olivia Benson | Rita Calhoun

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman | Lilith/Mary Wardwell | Zelda Spellman

Abbott Elementary

Ava Coleman | Melissa Schemmenti

+ characters by Kathryn Hahn

Agatha Harkness | Carla Dunkler | Claire Debella | Eve Fletcher | Olivia Octavius / Doctor Octopus

+ characters by Gwendoline Christie

Brienne of Tarth | Larissa Weems

+ extras

Maura Isles

[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

kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

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.”

—

tags: @midnight-lestrange @our-blood-is-our-ink @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @academiagaymess @starrknessblog

[p-nymph]

Watching the pool scene and all I can think of is Claire being super possessive and a bit insecure because she thinks you’ll prefer the „oh so pretty“ ladies.

Meanwhile you only have eyes for her