#jennifer barkley

[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.

[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.

[imdoingsortagay]

Claiming the last slot because Jen Barkley needs some love.

A Jen Barkley who has found herself with genuine feelings for you, someone who was supposed to be just another one of her many one night stands. She plans a grand date for Valentine's, wanting to be everything she's always sworn she wouldn't be (cheesey) in order to ask you to be her girlfriend. (This can be celebrated with her then taking you home wink wink nudge nudge)

I won't say ( I'm in love)

Summary: Jen surprises her friend when she talks about wanting to plan a romantic dinner for you when most of the time the woman she fucks never seem to stick

Warnings: Soft Jen? Claire again cause yes. disney songs.

a/n: omg I've fed so many people with Kathryn stuff but here's this <3

" Jennifer Barkley ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH THE FLING FROM WEEKS AGO?"

" shut the fuck up Debella," Jen tells her friend as she shoves her into the office, scared to have someone hear the other woman say that she has feelings.

Jennifer Barkley is known for being a cut throat bitch, never showing any sort of soft emotions as her only goal career wise was to move up in the political ladder. Which she’s already done, but there was something always missing from her life

A partner or someone for her to come home to besides an empty apartment and several toys to get through the night. That is until you came into her life one faithful Saturday night when all your friends were late to the bar you recommended.

It’s been going on like this for about three months between the two of you. Jennifer would text you to come fuck, she’d let you stay and you’d give her food, and help her clean around her apartment with her attempting to cook in return. It was a sort of domestic bliss if Jen had to name it but there was something always holding her back.

The fear of rejection.

While she knew you’d never hurt a fly ( you personally ask her to save the spiders in her apartment), her inner thoughts always seem to sabotage any sort of chance of Jennifer asking you out on a date.

Until now when she decided to tell Debella about her current crush on you.

“ what’s stopped you from asking her out on a date ? “

“ don’t make fun of me,” Jen mumbles as she makes her way to Claire’s desk, a bit nervous about talking about such vulnerable stuff.

“ never “

So Jen rambles onto her friend about her fears and thoughts while Claire listens. After an hour of crying, fixing her makeup, and more crying from the politician and Claire asks her friend a question she'll probably regret.

" Did you want me and Birdie to help you plan a date for them? "

" What?" Jen asks, wondering if her ears are deceiving her as Claire is never the one to ask to help with anything.

" Birdie always loves to plan our dates and I even took some of those tips too, but if you don't want her to know it's all good," she explains while Jen contemplates having the blonde bimbo in on the plan as just having Debella know already makes her nervous.

" How quickly can she plan a date for Saturday night?"

" For being a bimbo," Claire starts," my girlfriend is quick when she wants to be".

"That's what she said" Jen mumbles and she gets thrown a pillow.

" Stop acting like a dummy and come over here we got a date to plan Barkley?"

Saturday Morning

Jenny Poo: Be ready for me to get you at 12pm y/n, wear something comfy.

y/n: May I know where?

Jenny Poo: Just do it okay

y/n: Okay !!!!!!!!!!! Packing snacks too

In the couple of months that you've known the older woman, she wasn't the one to plan things out of the blue, always claiming that she thrived on having a set schedule but nonetheless, you got ready for the surprise that she has for you. Bringing some snacks that she always mentioned having in her office, humming a tune while you hope the time goes faster.

While on the other side, Jen is freaking out driving to your place, hoping that between her, Claire and Birdie have done a perfect job to impress you. Having paid closely to when you'd sleepily mumble to her about your favorite things to make this date the best thing you've ever experienced. Sure, for the most part, it was Jen who was doing all of the work as Birdie and Claire were flirting for a bit like horny teens, the outcome of last-minute planning was worth it.

Jen just hoped that it was enough to show you that she wasn't afraid to commit to you, to commit to having a relationship with you.

All the overthinking seemed to help her as she made it to your place in no time, sending you a quick text for you to come out.

Jenny Poo: Im outside your apartment honey, ready when you are

The moment you see her text pop up, you respond with a quick heart before running around your place to ensure everything is in order, double-check again then lock the door and try not to speed down the building to Jen's car.

" What did I tell you about running like a maniac to my car honey?" Jen lectures you.

" Jenny Poo it's the middle of the day and I know how to look both ways before crossing," you say as you get into her car, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek.

" You gotta stop with the nickname "

" Never will Jenny Poo"

" Wait til you see what my contact name is for you honey," she mumbles to herself, while you buckle up.

" It better be something with the word ' the best' Jen"

" Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh sure," she says as she drives the both of you to the mystery location for the date. Jen was happy to see your smiling face, singing along to the playlist that you made after the second time Jen had given you a ride in her car and she had nothing playing.

Sing-alongs, talks of snacks, and more stops than Jen needed and the both of you were at the location, the older woman making sure to cover your eyes with a blindfold to take you to the surprise.

" I can close my eyes, Jen, cmon now," You while as she places the blindfold over your eyes.

" While I trust you with that baby," she starts off," this is something special I planned for you".

At what Jen said, you let Jen lead you to the location, holding her hand and humming a tune to calm her down as she's very bad at being calm around you, and at this moment the woman needed it.

After a couple more minutes of silence, Jen smiles as the both of you arrive at the far side of the park and she places you at the front of what she set up for this date.

" Are you ready for me to take off the blindfold?"

" Been waiting Jenny," you joke with her which earns an eye roll from her.

" Call me Jenny again and watch what happens when we fuck later tonight," she says sternly to you which as always, makes you shut up right away. She slowly takes off the blindfold and you are met with one of the most beautiful dates set ever, so full of flowers around the gazebo, in the middle a table full of your favorite foods that you never thought Jen would ever remember and it made you tear up a little.

" Oh god" she freaks out as she sees you start to cry," I knew this was too much, baby I didn't mean to overwhelm you my bad-"

Jen is surprised at the surprise kiss, her brain all over the place before realizing this was a happy kiss and leaning into you, not caring who passes by to see what she had planned for you.

" Fuck," you say as you pull away, to see that Jen was also starting to tear up, something you never saw from her.

" Are those happy tears Jenny? Never thought I'd see the day you cry".

" I never thought that I'd find anyone as amazing as you my little y/n, someone who makes me hopeful for a future," she says before you give her another kiss back.

She never thought in all of her years, someone would make her heart grow a bit, make her realize that someone like her would find any sort of love but she was very grateful to have found you that fateful day at the bar.

[cosmichahn]

i ♡ kathryn hahn

[zafirosreverie]

Their reaction to you dancing for them (KH’s characters)

Agatha Harkness:

To be fair, you weren't dancing for her. You were just cleaning the house (because being the partner of a powerful witch didn't mean living in a dusty cave, thank you very much) with music blaring and your body couldn't help but move to the beat of the song.

Unfortunately for you, your wife has a habit of appearing out of nowhere at the best/worst of times and she caught you right in the middle of your imaginary concert. When you heard her laugh and saw her leaning against the door frame, you blushed deeply. Agatha will never let you live with this and you knew it.

Months later, when you were fulfilling your role as Agnes's roommate at Westview, the brunette still liked to embarrass you in front of Wanda, telling her how from time to time you "delighted her with fine and elegant dances."

Olivia Octavius:

She doesn't like to be interrupted while working and you know it. But from time to time you must intervene to distract her and make her eat something or rest a little. Unfortunately, the scientist can be quite stubborn and you have to get creative.

When you walked into the lab that night, Liv definitely didn't expect you to swivel her chair around to make her look as you danced sensually in front of her. Now, that was definitely a good distraction and you actually managed to drag her to bed...although not exactly to sleep

Ursula Gernsback:

Sweet robo-wife, too pure and evil for this chaotic human world. In fact, you were teaching her to dance. Ursula might have all the knowledge of the internet at her fingertips, but she preferred when you took the time to teach her things, simply because she liked being with you and being the center of your attention.

At first, she was confused. Why did you have to move so weird? And what was the use of doing those movements with background music? Was it some ritual? You were in a cult and you had not said anything to her? Why? She could learn and help you!

However, over time (and many lessons, both in history and physical coordination) she learned to let go and now you find it adorable when you find her dancing while she cooks for you or while she reads behind the counter.

Eve Fletcher:

The moment she saw you dancing on her living room as if you owned the place, she become a babbling, blushing mess. There was nothing sexual about your dance, you were only goofying around, but it was still the cutest yet most sensual thing she ever saw. And she couldn’t concentrate at work for the next week because she kept remembering it and blushing again.

Jennifer Barkley:

Let’s be honest, you met her this way.

You had attended a campaign party because your idiot brother-in-law had run. You didn't even want to be there in the first place, but you owed it to your sister, so there you were, dancing like your life depended on it to forget the terrible fact of being surrounded by politicians and boring people.

Then you felt someone looking at you. You looked around until your eyes were fixed on a beautiful woman, who was looking at you amused and with a touch of challenge in her chocolate eyes. Without thinking much about it, you resumed your dance, pretending you weren't dancing for her, but making sure to move your hips sensually.

After a few moments, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and your back was pressed against a soft chest. "Maybe it's time to introduce ourselves" she murmured against your ear with a slight growl and the rest is history.

Milly Campbell:

She was shocked.

The poor woman was still getting used to her new life with you and the idea of having more freedom now that Shep was out of the picture. So when you walked into the living room after dropping the kids off at school and started dancing on her lap, she couldn't help but look away from you and blush furiously. And you still had the nerve to laugh at her.

However, after a few moments of teasing her, you stood up and grabbed her hand to pull her along with you. You put one hand on her waist and held the other, dancing with her into something much safer but that felt just as intimate. Her face only got redder.

[lady-of-the-spirit]

I saw a youtube comment on a video of Jennifer Barkley moments from Parks and Rec that said "If Jennifer Barkley came up to me and told me we were in love, I'd agree without questioning." And I've never seen something so true.

[getlostsquidward]

kathryn hahn multiverse

main masterlist | ao3

Agatha Harkness

see masterlist here

Claire Debella

(pre-movie release thots and brainrots)

dark!claire au

sweet like candy in my veins (18+)

fated (18+) — claire takes home with her a little more than memories from this greek island getaway.

Eve Fletcher

headcanons: one | two | three | four | five |

i can keep a secret, can you? (18+) — the camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

downtown (18+) —  being under eve fletcher's desk while you eat her out...

double trouble (w/ agatha harkness) — period cramps are the worst, but luckily, you have the two bestest girlfriends in the world.

blowout — eve has special plans for your birthday.

start me up and watch me go (18+) — car sex with eve <3

Jennifer Barkley

reset, restart, replay — you were sure you had mastered the no strings attached formula, but this was different. jennifer barkley was a different equation.

[pollsandrecreation]

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Agatha Harkness

The One With The Sick Day

Stupid Beautiful Witch

That’s What She Said

Birthday Mishaps

Tenderness Crisis

Messing Around

Dinner For Two

Agatha vs Cold

Cuddling Day

Painting Day

December 6

Hard Day?

Password

Cheesy

Brain

Imagine Agatha Helping You With Your Cutting

The One With Your Brother

Harkness or Y/L/N

Two Wives

Afterglow

Share My Infinite, pt.2, pt.3

Cold Hands

Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha

Infect Me With Your Lovin', Fill Me With Your Poison

Dying In Your Lips Is How I Wanna Go

The One With The Late Night Session

Switch!R x Agatha x Sub!Eve blurbs

Make Me Behave Like An Animal

The Very Nosy Neighbour

High School Mean Girl

The One On Her Ship

December 13

The Universe Between Your Hands

Slippery Little Spider, pt.2

Prove Me Wrong, Darling

Claire Debella

Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha

Sweet Like Candy In My Veins

Fated

Carla Dunkler

Misunderstood Proposal

Imagine Knowing About Carla's Crush On You

Adorable Motivation

Eve Fletcher

Switch!R x Agatha x Sub!Eve blurbs

What You Need, pt.2

I Think I Saw You

Jennifer Barkley

Joy

Coward

Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha

Olivia Octavius

Worth Every Damn Courage w/ Agatha Harkness

Extra Complications, pt. 2, pt. 3

[agathasangel]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jen, I have school…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry!”

“Are you okay, Jen?”

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

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

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

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

“Jen? Jen?”

“Claire! Um, how much did you see?”

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

“Yeah.”

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

“You’re not mad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice to meet you too.”

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

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

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

“I’m sorry?”

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

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

“Claire, what if someone comes in?”

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

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

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

You were interrupted by a stall door opening behind you.

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

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

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

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Facts #452

According to Jennifer Capra, a writer and script supervisor for Sesame Street, Barkley hasn't been officially retired, but instead is in need of refurbishment, which is extremely expensive. However, a lot of writers are asking for him to be brought back to Sesame Street to finally end his long absence.

Source:

genxistentialcrisis on TikTok July 1, 2021.

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Business Pleasure

Ship(s): Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha

Claire Debella x Jennifer Barkley, Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness, Jennifer Barkley x Agatha Harkness (implied), Claire Debella x Jennifer Barkley x Agatha Harkness

Summary: Claire's surpressents stop working. Again. And Jen is tired of not being enough.

Word Count: 3.2k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: smut, general omegaverse shenanigans, fluff, heats, pet-names, praise, degradation

A/N: this is for both @getlostsquidward and @wandakink

I wrote this to prove a point

“Barkley, my office, now.”

Claire fights to make her voice sound even, and as a result, she just sounds angry, but she can't worry about that now.

Not when she's barely holding on to the last bits of self control she has, preventing her from finding the nearest alpha and begging them to take her.

Her hand tightens, knuckles turning white as grips the door frame, hissing as a wave of heat rolls over her.

“Now.” She stresses.

Jen looks up from where she's bent over one of the intern's shoulders, smirking, no doubt having been excessively flirting and making them feel uncomfortable.

“You're the boss.” Her mouth curves wickedly, and she straightens, brushing her side against Claire as she passes her into the governor's personal office, one hand typing away on her phone, as if Claire’s plight is nothing of her concern.

The door slams shut and Claire clicks the lock into place.

“Please tell me you're wearing your strap, the fucking surpressents aren't fucking working.”

Claire turns around, and immediately whimpers as she sees Jen has already taken off her pants, and is now busily unbuttoning her shirt.

“Undress if you want to be fucked so bad.” The campaign manager snaps.

Claire scrambles to obey, tugging at her dress zipper while also trying to kick her underwear off.

When the panties fall to the floor, there's a noticeable wet smack and she flushes with embarrassment.

Jen laughs, deep in her throat, and it makes Claire's knees go weak enough she has to stumble and lean against her desk to steady herself as her pussy throbs.

“Good girl, just bend over a bit more, and I can make you feel better.”

It's not even conscious, the way Claire immediately further bends over and spreads her legs, giving Jen better access and better view to her sopping wet cunt.

Hands find their place on her hips, and Jen presses herself firmly against Claire, her mouth near her ear.

“I need to hear you say how much of a cockwhore you are for me before I can fill this greedy fucking pussy of yours.”

Claire audibly moans, and humiliation rushes through her.

“Please.” She hates the sound of her begging, hates how she needs someone else to take care of her when the shitty over the counter suppressant stops working, hates how much she loves being humiliated like this. “Please, I'm just your dumb cockwhore, I need you in me so bad.”

Jen gives her sides a brief squeeze, before a hand slips, and a few moments later Claire throws her head back, her spine dipping as she arches, thrusting herself backwards to further take Jen’s length.

“Oh, fuck.” She whimpers.

Jen smacks her ass harshly.

“Shut up and take it, you fucking slut.” She growls. “You're so pathetic, just a stupid omega who thinks she doesn't need an alpha and instead begs for her beta, how desperate are you that you'd lower yourself like this, huh?”

Claire whines, her head steadily becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as the haze of her heat settles in, and Jen’s strap isn't even close to filling her up the way she craves, but she's the best Claire has right now.

Her slick is running down her thighs, and the sounds of Jen pounding into her echo around her office, the beta’s low grunts and sharp inhales occasionally puncturing through it, as Claire emits a stream of constant high pitched whines.

“More.” Claire gasps out, tears starting to gather as she desperately chases an orgasm. “Need more, please!”

Jen's hands find her hips again and her grip is bruising, before she cocks a leg onto the desk, and the new angle allows her to thrust deeper into Claire's gushing hole, and it pushes her over the edge.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Need you to breed me, want your pups, please, please, use me, fuck, fuck!”

Claire screams as she orgasms, but even as she rides her high, her body is not yet satisfied, and she bucks her hips back, chasing Jen’s strap.

Jen, however, doesn't seem to care, and she pulls away.

“No!” Claire whimpers. “Need more. Please, Jen.”

The governor turns around, with big wide eyes, and slowly sinks to her knees when she takes in Jen’s cold expression.

“I'm sorry, Jenny.” She softly cries. “I didn't- I didn't mean to say-”

She cuts herself off as Jen turns away, and silently opens the door.

Immediately, even through the haze in her mind, Claire has enough of her wit about her to dive out of view, her anxiety suddenly hitting her in her chest, and she's having a hard time breathing.

Her entire office reeks of sex and the scent of her heat Jen could make Claire lose her whole career by opening that door what is she doing what is she thinking Claire's going to fire her if she even is able to hold on to her job long enough to fi-

“I hadn't realized you made a habit of showing yourself off, Jennifer.”

A strong voice carries through the air, and cuts through Claire's panic.

She finds herself relaxing, a warm scent of something smokey crossed with vanilla reaching her.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and get in here so I can close the door before Debella has a heart attack.”

Claire looks up from where she's knelt on the floor next to the filing cabinet she had ducked behind, and her mouth falls open in shock.

Agatha Harkness, CEO and one of Claire's biggest backers is standing in the room, a very noticeable bulge straining against her pants.

“What the… Jen, what the hell’s going on?”

Agatha's eyes don't leave Claire's naked form.

“Clearly Debella’s in heat.” Jen crosses her arms. “And I can't satisfy her the way she needs to be.”

“Can't fuck her right, you mean.”

Agatha's tone isn't mocking, it's full of wonderment as she gazes steadily down at Claire, causing her to shiver.

For her part, the omega can't seem to tear her eyes away from where Agatha’s hard on is clearly visible, body taunt as she waits for the alpha to show any sign that she'll be allowed to touch her.

The dark haired woman crouches down.

“Would you like that, little omega?” She quietly asks, sending arousal shooting straight through Claire. “Would you like for me to make you feel better?”

Claire's head feels loose as she eagerly nods.

Agatha smiles and leans in.

“Wait.”

Jen’s voice gives Agatha a pause.

“What?” The alpha snaps.

“Maybe you shouldn't. She's not… She's in heat. She can't really give consent.”

Jen scrambles, unsure why now she's suddenly concerned for Claire, but something is pounding against her chest telling her she needs to protect her omega.

Agatha scoffs.

“Everyone knows that if an omega doesn't want an alpha they'll make it clear.”

Jen opens her mouth to argue, but Claire's loud whine cuts her off.

“Need you.” She sobs. “Please, alpha.”

Agatha gives Jen a triumphant look, before reaching her hand out to Claire.

“Come, little omega, if I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to do it right.”

Claire whimpers at the promise, and grasps Agatha's hand with her own, yelping in surprise when Agatha suddenly pulls her up and flush against her, the show of strength making Claire's head spin.

“Alpha.” She cries against the other woman's chest, trying her best to grind her front against where she can feel Agatha's bulge pressing into her.

Strong arms encircle her, and two hands find their way against her bare ass, and Claire gets the message, wrapping her legs around the CEO’s waist.

“You can go, Jennifer. I have it from here.”

Agatha's low voice rumbles from above Claire.

“No. I'm not leaving.”

Jen's voice is firm.

“It's my job to make sure my candidate receives the best of everything, and that includes their needs being met.”

Agatha's muscles ripple as she shrugs.

Claire hadn't even realized the raven haired women had that sort of muscles.

“Just don't expect us to pay any attention to you.”

Agatha carefully bends over, and Claire's back presses against a smooth, cool surface.

“Let go, little one.” She murmurs, and Claire loosens her grip obediently.

The governor watches through half lidded eyes as Agatha tugs at her belt buckle, watches as Jen sighs and walks over, helping the other woman undress faster.

“I don't need-”

“Shut up, Harkness. We both know how this is going to end, and I want in.”

Agatha freezes at that, before slowly turning to meet the campaign manager's eyes.

“I thought you didn't do commitment.”

Jen huffs.

“I do now.”

There's a brief staring contest, before Agatha quirks an eyebrow.

“Well?”

Jen steps closer to Agatha, and tugs at her tie, loosening it, before slipping it over her head.

Agatha grins sharply.

“Good girl.” She praises, and Claire squirms as she watches Jen’s demeanor suddenly shift, becoming flustered.

“Why don't you help me with the rest?”

Claire can hear Jen's soft whimper, and she whines as the beta brushes her hands against Agatha's front, tugging her pants down.

“Patience, precious one.” Agatha soothes. “Jenny's just helping me get ready to fill you with my pups.”

Claire bites down on her lip, preventing herself from inadvertently making another noise, and risking making the alpha upset.

It isn't very long before all of Agatha's clothes are scattered on the floor, and Jen's hand is wrapped around the CEO’s dick, slowly jerking her off.

Claire fights the urge to squeeze her thighs together at the sight.

Agatha isn't necessarily huge but she's certainly thick.

Jen's thumb just barely meets her other fingers.

“Enough.”

Agatha's voice is strained.

Jen immediately lets go, and steps away.

Claire’s lip is bleeding from how hard she's been biting it to keep herself from crying out with need, and she loses the battle as she watches Agatha stalk over to where she's spread out on her own desk, a deep hunger in her eyes.

“I'm going to fuck you so well you won't be able to remember your own name.” The raven haired woman growls.

“Please! Please, alpha, I need you!”

“I know, princess. Keep those pretty legs open.”

Claire shivers with lust as she watches Agatha guide herself to her dripping entrance, and as soon as the alpha's tip brushes against her, Claire lets out an embarrassingly loud moan, bucking her hips.

“I need you.” She whimpers, and she feels her desperation slide down her cheeks, wet, hot tears trailing towards the sides of her head.

Instead of a verbal response, Agatha thrusts herself into Claire with one smooth motion, and the governor's back arches off of the desk as her eyes roll back, silently screaming from how good it feels to finally, finally be stuffed full.

And then Agatha carefully pulls back, before slamming back in, and suddenly Claire finds her voice as she cries out with pleasure.

Again and again, faster and faster Agatha fucks into Claire, making her shout herself hoarse as her pussy gushes around the alpha.

“Breed me, breed me, want your knot, fuck your omega, want your pups, make me carry them, oh FUCK, fu-! Use me as a cumdump, please, please, I'll be so perfect, just use me, make me cum, oh shit, Agatha!”

Claire's so sensitive, her heat having been building up for a while, and this is the first time she's felt an alpha's touch.

She feels like she's electric, and loses count of how many times Agatha pushes her over the edge.

Over and over Claire loses her ability to breathe, to think, to do anything more than laying there and taking whatever Agatha decided is good enough for her, and she's so lost in the haze of pleasure, she doesn't even realize it when Jen climbs onto the desk and places her legs on either side of Claire's head.

“Please, alpha.” Jen’s voice is dripping with need. “Let me ride our omega's face, please.”

“Our?” Agatha hisses, her tone dangerous.

“Yours!” Jen whimpers. “Please, please. I promise I'll be such a good beta for you and Claire.”

There's the sound of a muffled moan followed by wet kissing, and Jen’s core is now firmly pressed against Claire's face, grinding against her, and it's all she can do to stick out her tongue, let alone try to properly pleasure her.

But it seems that it's good enough for Jen, who must've pulled away from Agatha, because her moans are now loud and unrestrained.

Strong hands have a bruising grip on her waist, and somehow, Agatha manages to fuck into Claire even faster, her own moans just as noisy as Jen’s.

“Gonna fill you with my pups, gonna fucking breedy your filthy slutty hole, it's so fucking wet, gonna turn you into my perfect little cumdoll, gonna make you take my knot.” The alpha growls as she pounds into Claire.

The vibration of Claire's own moan seems to be the thing that sends Jen over the edge, and the beta suddenly goes still as she screams out her orgasm, and it's like a domino effect.

Agatha's knot is suddenly stretching Claire open almost painfully wide, and she soundlessly screams as Agatha groans in pleasure, spilling her seed in Claire.

The omega whimpers as Jen moves off of her, the beta hitting to floor hard, her knees weak from her orgasm, but Claire can't seem to focus on the other woman as Agatha gently slips her arms behind Claire's back, carefully sitting her up, her cock still buried deep within her.

Claire's legs once more encircle Agatha's middle, and the alpha takes a few steps back until she's sitting in the desk chair.

“Come here, Jen.”

Agatha's voice has no right to still sound so smooth after what just happened, and Claire whines as she buries her face into the crook of the CEO’s neck, inhaling her scent.

A second pair of soft gently land on her back.

“Claire.”

Agatha's voice is low and quiet, but demanding.

“Jen and I would like to claim you.”

Oh.

Reluctantly, Claire removes her head from against Agatha's neck, and meets her eyes as she worries her lip, a metallic tang filling her mouth.

“I promise, I won't let Harkness parade you around.”

Jen's voice softly says from right behind her.

Claire turns her head to meet Jen’s gaze.

“You… You both want me?”

Agatha's hold on her briefly tightens.

“You say that as if there wouldn't be a line out the door and down several city blocks if everyone knew you were looking for mates.”

Jen smiles, and it's a tender thing that Claire hasn't seen from her before.

It makes her heart flutter.

Admittedly, if she had thought Jen wouldn't have ran for the hills, Claire would have asked Jen to claim her long before now.

Instead, Claire had pushed away her feelings for the pretty campaign manager, well knowing that Jennifer Barkley only does casual flings.

Though in hindsight, the fact Jen has stuck around for more than a couple of years should have been an indicator that perhaps she was more open to the idea of commitment than Claire had originally been led to believe.

She turns back to look at Agatha, who cuts her off before she can even open her mouth.

“I promise, if you let me be your alpha, I won't do anything to jeopardize your career. I am more than content to keep our relationship private.”

Her deep blue eyes are honest.

And Claire does so badly desire someone to belong to, to have someone to be protective and possessive of her, to cherish and love her.

It must be written all over her face, because Agatha gives her a small smile, and brushes a strand of Claire's hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss against her forehead.

“Where do you want the marks?”

“She'll want them on display.”

Jen walks around a little, so she's within Claire's eyesight.

Claire flushes.

Jen isn't wrong.

“On your neck then, hm?” Agatha hums. “All anyone else will see is that you've finally decided to claim mates.”

“You're sure?”

The question isn't for Agatha, it's for Jen, and Jen nods.

Claire can feel her anxiety swirl in her stomach, but she can't deny the excitement she's feeling either.

She tilts her head in silent invitation, exposing the side of her neck.

Agatha gives her forehead another kiss.

“Go on, Jen. You should claim her first.”

Gentle hands come to rest on her shoulders, and the scent of citrus and jasmine fills the air.

“It's going to hurt, princess.” Jen warns.

Claire shivers.

“It's okay. I want you. Both of you.”

Jen's right, it does hurt, and it's all Claire can do to keep herself still as the sharp pain races up and down her neck and shoulder.

It's all she can do to keep still as arousal from the pain goes straight to her core, and Agatha groans as Claire twitches around her cock.

When Jen licks at the bite, Claire loses the battle, and she whines, squirming as her floating headspace comes rushing back.

Agatha's chuckle rumbles against where Claire is pressed into her.

“My turn, little omega.”

Obediently, Claire tilts her head the other way, and it's like Agatha's teeth are magnetically pulled towards her neck, and Claire cries out with how harshly Agatha bites her.

To Claire's shock, Jen's hand soothing rubs at her back as she gently hushes Claire.

“Shhhh… It's okay, princess. It's almost over.”

Claire whimpers, but quiets, and Agatha peppers kisses along her neck when she pulls away.

“You did so good for me, precious one.” She husks out.

It's all Claire can do to force herself to nod, before she collapses forward, burying her head back against Agatha's neck.

“Agatha.” Jen catches the alpha's attention. “I'm going to call for the car to pull around.”

Claire's heart drops, and she pulls away, her head spinning, anxiety as always pushing pushing pushing at her.

“How- how are we going to- to-”

“I'm going to clear the office floor by pulling the fire alarm.”

Claire whips her head around and immediately regrets the way it pulls at the marks, causing a fresh wave of pain.

Agatha, however, only laughs.

“I'll never understand why people find you so frightening, Jenny.”

Jen huffs.

“Just because it's an immature move, doesn't mean it's a bad one.”

Agatha grins.

“I believe the headmaster had used the terms ‘adolescent’ and ‘childish’.”

Jen rolls her eyes and starts looking around the office for her phone.

Claire slowly turns back and rests her head against Agatha's shoulder, carefully keeping her breaths even and calm.

She can trust her alpha and beta to take care of her.

It's a new concept, and she still feels overwhelming anxiety trying to convince her to freak out, but Agatha's steady hands tangling through her hair and the sound of Jen rapidly talking into her phone grounds her, and for the first time in many years, Claire fully lets go of her need for control.

Agatha and Jen have everything handled.

Her mates.

She closes her eyes, content.

She's finally no longer alone.

[milfswriter]

Would you write for Elizabeth Olsen or Kathryn Hahn 🤍

Ps, don't mind me binge liking all your fics hehe 😇

Sure :) requests are appreciated tho cause I'm literally unoriginal lmao.

[zafirosreverie]

Habits (GN!Reader)

You can decide who this is with. Agatha, Pepa, Julieta, Carla, Ajak, Alma, any woman on my masterlist.

Idea taken from "Costumbres" by Rocío Dúrcal.

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You saw her walk away down the empty street, hidden in the night. The sound of her footsteps faded after a few seconds and her silhouette melted into the darkness a few moments later, just like the fleeting feeling of belonging inside you.

It was always like that, no matter how much you told yourself that it was wrong, that you shouldn't go through with it, that you needed to let her go, no matter how much you swore it would be the last time, it never was. She always came back.

Sometimes she would take days, other times weeks, but never more than a month. Even she couldn't stay away that long, and you couldn't let yourself forget about her either, though not for a lack of trying.

You had a strange relationship. You had loved her, perhaps more than you would ever admit aloud, and she had loved you back, perhaps less than her voice swore, but time kept on dancing on the clock and fate rearranged the pieces, and in that chaos, you realized that you did not fit in with her, that you did not belong by her side.

It was painful to realize it, but deep down, you knew what had to happen. The day she left, the black clouds swirled above your house, as if they could sense your own mood, and yet you managed to smile at her, wish her well, and not call out her name as she was lost in the sea of people.

You spent the first day locked in your room, in the chair or the dressing table, but never in your bed, you couldn't, not when her perfume was still there. By the third you learned to breathe again. On the fifth your feet woke up, on the twelfth you reconciled with sleep, on the fifteenth you recovered the taste for your favorite dishes, on the twentieth you smiled again. And at fiftieth...

On the fiftieth, she came back.

You wish you could say you weren't expecting her, you really wanted to say she had taken you by surprise. But it was not like that. There were no whispered apologies, no warm hugs, no secret smiles, not even that spark that had brought you together in the first place, nothing. Just...she was there. It was a fact, cold and raw, nothing more.

A weak, quick "hello" was all it took for the dance you were now dancing, and had been doing for the past five years, to begin.

It was strange, you didn't know anything about her, about her life, if there was someone you were betraying by receiving her when her most carnal passions needed you, but you didn't care much either.

You missed her, you always missed her, and no matter how much she denied it, you knew she couldn't forget you either, no matter how hard she tried. She was always going to come back, over and over, and over again. Even if she didn't feel any more love for you, just a grudge.

Neither did you if you were honest. You no longer had anything to feel for her, and that was worse.

But you missed her, you missed her so much. You missed not feeling alone, the warmth of sharing a bed with someone, of feeling someone else's skin on yours, of hearing happiness flowing from the lips attached to yours. It didn't matter that the illusion lasted a few hours before she was gone again. It was fine, she would come back, she always did.

"There is no doubt, it is true that habit is stronger than love" you whispered before closing the window and going back to bed.

[righteousruin]

Bane, after giving the Batkids tips on how to beat him: If you love chess, which I do, but you don't have anybody to play against, which I don't, sometimes you just have to play yourself.