#anyway thank u sm s.h. and bandit for sharing dark!claire thoughts!!!!!

[getlostsquidward]

I am foaming at the mouth, holy FUCK. This was so, so good.

You watch with slight awe and ever growing arousal as Claire confidently carves the last would-be assassin up, their screams growing weaker and weaker as they bleed out, twitching and moving less and less.

As she works, a slow, feral smile creeps across her face, and when she raises her head in the middle of it all to meet your eyes you groan at the sight of bloodlust gleaming at you, causing Claire to breathlessly giggle.

"I feel like a schoolgirl again." She confesses. "This is exhilarating."

You offer her a upwards twist of your lips, finding it difficult to focus on much else then the burning heat building up between your thighs.

"You're so pretty like this." You say, stepping closer to her.

Claire's eyes rake their way up and down your body, as they so often do, and it's not just bloodlust in her eyes anymore when she brings them back up to your face.

"Let me finish this first. Be a good girl for me, get on your knees and wait." She orders.

You drop immediately, want starting to cloud your senses.

Dangerous, your mind whispers.

You bite your lip, watching for a few more moments as Claire neatly slices through flesh.

"I need to do a sweep."

She pauses. "Two minutes." She allows.

You nod, though Claire can't see it, and flit out of the room, keeping to the darker parts of the building where you're able as you ensure there's no one still waiting.

Once satisfied there's no more people in the building, you return to Claire's office, settling back into the spot you had just left, kneeling.

"All clear?" Claire wants to know, standing back to admire her handiwork.

"I wouldn't be here like this if it were."

She turns then, and you can feel the way your mouth waters at the sight of her.

She's covered with blood, red staining her hands and clothes, a few drops speckling her face as well. There's a shmear of it across her cheek, as if she used the back of hand to rub it and just made more of a mess.

She's beautiful.

A slow smirk starts to take over Claire's expression as she realizes you're utterly enthralled by her, and she purposefully swings her hips as she walks over.

The words just tumble out, unbidden, unthinkingly, but no less true for it.

"I love you."

And then her eyes darken, want sparking deep within them, and it's an intoxicating cocktail of different desires as she pulls you up by your hair to kiss you, hard and hungry.

"Oh, darling," she whispers. "I love you too."

Oh.

Certainty floods through you at her confession, and your lust feels doubled.

"Let me make you feel good, mommy." You say, and Claire groans at the title, pushing you back down to your knees.

She's wearing a dress today, a shorter one, and it makes it easy to push it up.

"...were you not wearing underwear at all today?" You ask when you're met with her dripping wet center, her thighs glistening with arousal that had dripped down.

"What do you think, baby?" Claire's eyes are half lidded as she gazes down at you.

"Fuck." You breath out.

"I've been thinking about you all day." She confesses as you gently stroke a fingertip through her folds. "I wanted to so badly fuck this little attitude of yours out of you."

She moans when you push two fingers into her, meeting little resistance.

"I had soaked through my underwear before it was even midmorning."

Your breath catches in your throat at the thought of Claire being so worked up, being so wet, that she had to discard the idea of wearing panties entirely.

"Fuck, doll." Claire throws her head back when your tongue meets her clit. "You feel so fucking good." ~S.H.💜

(I may or may not now be planning on writing this. Dark!Claire makes brain go brrrrrrrrrrr)

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idk what to add except. dark!claire is so fucking hot...........

okay wait i have a question. anyone who's been reading this whole dark au feel free to answer.

do you think claire would think about marking reader up? not the typical hickeys and bruises but like...actual scars. she'd carve her initials name on their body to stake her claim on reader. they're all hers, and no amount of legal documents (contract, marriage certificate) could show their loyalty than claire's name on their freshly cut skin as proof of loyalty and devotion??