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First Christmas Together

Pairing(s) - Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

summary: Being alone on Christmas had become second nature to you, that was until Agatha came into your life, showing you just how special the holiday can be.

warnings: 18+, strap-on sex (r recieving), oral/face riding (a recieving), fingering (r receiving), dirty talk, mommy kink, Christmas, breeding kink, overstim if you squint, pet names (good girl, baby), smut, hurt/comfort

word count: 2,363

A/N: for all my people that are celebrating Christmas alone, just like me. To my non-Christmas readers, my apologies, your daily dose of fics will come back after the holidays.

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Christmas time was always a sore subject for you. Watching couples and families walk into the jewelry store you work at to buy each other gifts. Even though it was Christmas, today was no different, if anything there were just more customers.

When you finally finish your shift and pass it off to your coworker that had just arrived, you check your phone to see unread messages from your girlfriend, Agatha. 

“Call me when you finish your shift?” You quietly read to yourself. You smile down at your phone rolling your eyes at the gif she sent of a rabbit dressed in a Santa outfit. Your hands wander to the call button and press it. 

It only takes her less than a minute to answer you, “Hey Aggie, just finished my shift.” You sit down on the bench outside of your building, your free hand finding comfort in your pocket from the cold. 

“Want me to pick you up?” She says as she starts to get up putting on a coat. She answers the question herself as she walks out the door with her keys. 

“I don’t want to bother you. Shouldn’t you have guests over right now?” You check the time on your phone seeing that it was already 6 in the night. “I’ll take the bus.”

“Nonsense, Wanda and Vis left earlier. It’s Christmas, can’t have you waiting around for a bus.” You hear the engine of her car start and you smile to yourself. This is the first Christmas where you aren’t taking the bus alone to get home. 

“I love you.” You whisper into the phone. You can’t see it but Agatha smiles at your words. “I love you too.” Her words are full of love, even digitally you can feel it warming your heart. She sets the phone down onto the passenger seat and begins to drive to your workplace.

When she arrives you take up the place of her phone in the passenger seat and the drive back is quiet. A welcoming quiet.

“Are you going anywhere for Christmas?” Agatha asks you at a red light, looking at your solemn expression at the mention of Christmas. “Nah, I have nowhere to go.” You look back at her and her eyes soften. You can tell she’s pitying you. 

“Don’t be upset at that, I’ve dealt with this for years. It’s not as upsetting every year that passes.” You say placing a hand on her right hand, giving her a tight squeeze. 

She doesn’t say anything but begins to drive when the light turns green. When you turn your head back to look out the window you realize that she’s missed a turn. “Aggie, this is the wrong way back to my home.” You look at her again.

“I know, just enjoy the ride.” Her hand lets go of yours before finding them again after turning on the car radio, a Christmas station being played. You don’t question her as you sit curious at where you could be going.

“We’re here.” You look up and notice that you’re parked at an open mall. “Why did you bring me here?”

She opens her side of the door before walking towards yours to open it for you. She holds onto your hand as you step out admiring the bright Christmas lights that adorn the outside of the mall. The two of you walk inside and you take in just how large the mall truly is. “You still haven’t answered my question.” 

“Christmas is the time of giving. You’ve already given so much to me, I think it’s time I give back.” She leans over to give you a kiss on your cheeks as you stare at her confusingly. 

“I’m letting you have a shopping spree, hun.” She chuckles at your confusion. “What? I can’t do that. I’ve never spent more than 50 dollars at one place.” Your eyes widen at her preposition. 

“Well, first time for everything.” She doesn’t let you respond before dragging you off to all of the stores. 

When you finally finish all of your shopping, you’re left with bags on each of your hands. Agatha’s holding the majority of them before heading back to your car. Most of the items Agatha had to beg you to buy them as she thinks they’d look cute on you. In the end, she pays for all of the items without telling you the total after countless times of you begging for her to tell you how much you spent. 

“I don’t know why you’d spend so much money on me.” You say looking down at your hands while Agatha drives home in the now pitch black night. “There’s no reason other than that you’re deserving of it.” She says focused on the road. 

“Thank you.” You feel the emotions start flowing out of your eyes. You try to sniffle it away but Agatha hears your uneven breathing. She leans over again to take your hands in her own and rubs her thumb over your skin. 

When you get to Agatha’s home you drop all the bags of items that she had bought for you before slamming your lips onto her own, your hands holding onto her face. She slides her hands down to your waist after slamming the door shut with her leg and then locking it. 

She pulls back as she looks down at you, her eyes lidded, “You don’t have to repay me in sex you know.” 

You smile up at her before peppering kisses all over her neck, “I know, I just find you extremely sexy right now.” 

She smiles before picking you up in her arms and running up her stairs. You yelp out giggling and tightening your legs around her. She drops you down onto her bed, attacking you with kisses all over your face. 

“Aggieee.” You drag out the ‘e’ sound as you laugh at her feathered kisses. She moves her hands down to the zipper of your jacket and unzips it. You help her get you out of the jacket by lifting your upper half up to slide it off your arms. You then take off your undershirt by pulling it from the bottom over your head. 

Agatha does the honors of unclasping your bra and laying you down on your chest to admire your upper half. She groans at the sight of your breasts before swooping down to capture them with her mouth, alternating from each one to give each of them equal attention.  

“It’s so icky down there, I need you so bad.” Your voice strains. Agatha runs her tongue down your stomach to the strings of your sweatpants. “You wanna show me how badly you need me by being a good girl for me?”

You nod fervently at her, your eye contact making your pussy pulse. Still maintaining that eye contact, Agatha undoes the knot of your sweatpants with her teeth before tugging the pants down to your ankles. As if she couldn’t be more attractive, your face flushes red. Your whole body heats up, surely thinking that the window in the room can open and your body heat would still keep the room warm. 

Agatha gets up pulling your pants to the floor before taking off her own shirt. She undresses down to her underwear before pulling it off too. Your mouth practically drools at the sight of her nude body. 

“You wanna be a good girl for Mommy?” She slowly crawls back towards you as you nod again. “Then be a good girl and make mommy cum.” She slowly lowers her pussy onto your face giving you a test ride as you stick out your tongue. 

Your hands move their way up to her thighs as your tongue starts lapping at her folds. “Oh, baby. Yes, right there.” She starts riding your face slowly, placing her hands in your hair. Her head raises with her mouth wide open, moaning at the pleasure. 

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” Her hips start to speed up, riding you to try to get off quicker. She tugs at your hair when she feels herself getting closer and you moan into her clit sending the vibrations straight to her core. 

“Baby, I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face.” She says before opening her mouth in a gasp. Her hips tense around you and you continue to lap at her, easing her through her orgasm. When she finally comes down from her high, she slides off of you, her back hitting the blankets beside you. Your face is covered with her juices as she laughs, kissing your lips and tasting herself on you. 

You’re about to cuddle up to her when she gets up, standing at the side of the bed now, “Oh, I’m not done yet.” You sit up questioning what she’s about to do. 

She walks into her closet and takes a couple minutes before coming back out, revealing the long strap hoisted around her waist. The color of the fake cock being red and white, imitating the colors of a candy cane. 

Your eyes widen at the size of it, unsure if you were able to take it all. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She says, sensing your anxiety at it. She gets back onto the bed kissing your forehead and then slowly kissing her way down to your thighs. She slowly tugs off your underwear, peppering kisses over your clit causing you to squirm under her. “Mommy, don’t tease.” She chuckles into your pussy, the vibrations making you rub your lower half over her face. 

She leans back causing you to whine before slowly prodding a finger over your hole. She then inserts it into you causing you to moan softly. 

“You’re so wet I bet my cock would just slide right in.” She inserts a second finger, working into you. Your bite your lips filtering your moans, “Don’t hide your lovely noises from me.” She leans up to your lips, capturing you in a heated kiss. When she pulls back she starts to ram her fingers into you causing you to gasp at the sudden speed change. 

“Oh baby, if I could just keep you in my home forever and not have you worry about working for a dime ever again I would.” She groans at the sloshing sounds of your pussy. “Actually, we can. Why don't you quit your job hm? Move in with me, let me take care of you like a good mommy would.” 

“I want to be yours forever, mommy.” You lift your hands to her face pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“I’m so close, mommy.” You moan into her mouth with your eyes tightly shut, Agatha’s fingers curl in you, pleasuring you in all the right spots. She starts marking your neck again, surely giving you hickeys to wake up to, tomorrow. You drop your hands down onto the bed, your fingers gripping the bed sheets.

“Let go, baby.” With her permission, you orgasm, moaning out her name. Agatha slows her fingers before pulling them out. You open your eyes to the sight of her sucking her fingers clean and moaning out, “You taste better than any treat in the world.” 

Agatha waits till your breath evens back out before rubbing the tip of her strap over your folds. You try to pull away, “Mommy, too sensitive.”

She pulls you back by placing her hands on your waist and stilling you, “You can give mommy another right, baby?” You look into her eyes, she pulls the puppy dog eyes on you and you nod your head slowly, “I can try, mommy.” 

“That’s my good girl.” She smiles at you before slowly nudging the tip into your pussy. You hold your breath as you feel yourself stretching out. Your eyes clenched shut. You feel one of your hands being lifted by Agatha’s hands. She slides her palm into yours, holding your hand to ease your nervousness.

“You’re doing so good for mommy.” She uses her other hand to wipe the tears that were falling down your cheeks. She slowly moves the whole length into you, allowing you time to get used to the stretch. 

“You can move now, mommy.” You give her the okay and she starts to slowly move in and out of you. The pain easing up into pleasure as you clench her hand.

“Mommy, so full.” You groan out. “I know baby, I know.” You wrap your legs around her hips trying to feel her closer to you

Agatha starts to speed up into harsher thrusts. Her hips moving back and forth till the sound of skin slapping fills the room. You arch your back moaning at the strap hitting your walls in all the right spots, making you closer and closer to cumming.

“Gonna breed this pretty pussy.” She lowers her hands to the bed as she hovers over you, bottoming out. The bed creaks with the force she rams into you. “You want that, baby? Want our little pups running around celebrating Christmas with us?” 

You nod your head, “Yes, want that so bad.” Your moans increase as Agatha’s head drops into your neck marking you more. Her grunts being music to your ears. 

“Mommy, gonna cum.” She lifts her head to look at you, “Cum for me baby, cum around my cock.”

You release a guttural moan, arching your back and tightening the hold your legs have on Agatha’s hips. When your back lowers back onto the bed and your grip on Agatha’s hip loosens, she slides out of you, peppering kisses on your hands along the way. 

You shut your eyes, feeling exhaustion and sleep wash over you before you’re awoken to a damp towel wiping your folds. You shift a little at the sensitive contact against your bud and Agatha drops a kiss on your clit one last time. She turns the towel to the other side before wiping the sweat off your forehead. Agatha climbs onto the bed, turning you to spoon your back. 

“Merry Christmas my love.” She whispers into your hair.

“Merry Christmas, Aggie.” You respond quietly before falling asleep.

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[sapphickorro]

“Are you mad at me?”

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

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

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

word count: 1,152

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

You beam at her, “Seriously?” 

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

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[sapphickorro]

hi!!! i liked your writing and i was wondering if you could write a Carol x reader where carol is late for a christmas party and tries to make it up to reader? fluff and maybe smut pls! ty!

Pairing(s) - Carol Danvers x Reader

summary: Carol comes home for a Christmas Eve party a little too late.

warnings: angst with comfort :) , use of petname “princess”

word count: 947

A/N: I was gonna write a smut butttt…..I think you guys should get a smut from me on Christmas as a gift <3. dont mind the shitty quality pics!!

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The party nears an end as Nick, Monica, and the two Maria’s sit on the floor by the fireplace playing Uno. You’re in the kitchen away from the commotion, watching out the window lost in your thoughts. 

You feel a tug on the sleeve of your oversized sweater, you look down and see Monica looking up at you. “Are you waiting for Auntie Carol?” She softly asks.

“Yeah, kiddo.” You lightly smile down at her. You place your mug down onto the island and pick her up in your arms. She giggles holding onto you tightly. “Let’s get you back in the game.” 

The two of you sit back on the carpet floor, watching the heated game between the adults go on. Enjoying each other’s company.

“She might not come home tonight.” Nick states blatantly as he drops a reverse card causing one of the Maria’s to groan. 

“Yeah, I know.” You solemnly respond. “I just thought she would’ve cleared some time in her schedule to visit us again.” 

“Don’t be sad Y/N/N.” The kid cuddled in your arms says to you. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. I just need some time outside.” You drop Monica down onto the floor as you stand up stepping out onto the front porch. You take a seat on one of the steps, pulling your sleeves over your fingers. The cool late night air washes over your face causing you to huddle into yourself. 

You wonder if Carol’s on one of the stars that litter the sky during this time of night. Imaging that she probably just got lost on one of the planets instead of forgetting her promise that she’d be back for Christmas. Tears build up in your eyes, you knew what getting into a long distance relationship would cost. You willingly put your heart out for a person that you’d only see once in a while, your love for her tearing down any regrets of getting together. 

Yet, why did it hurt so much every time you woke up on your bed alone again. Gripping onto her pillow imaging it was her instead of the white cloth that smelled of her shampoo.

You get placed out of your trance as you see a star flying down towards you. Your star. Your star that consisted of blonde hair and red and blue attire. It was Carol. 

You stand up on the ledge of the steps watching her land softly down onto the ground. She slowly walks towards you, a box of chocolates in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in her other. 

“Hey princess, sorry to keep you waiting.” She looks into your eyes, guilt written all over them knowing that she had missed another important event to you. 

“Carol, do you know what time it is?” You look away from her. She slowly sets down the flowers and chocolates by the fence railing as she holds your hands, instantly warming them up. “I know love, I know. I said I’d be here and I’m here now.” She speaks softly to you, not wanting to anger you more.

“Yeah, at least you decided to show up this time. Carol, I let you miss Thanksgiving but I seriously thought that I’d have to wake up on Christmas morning alone.” You pull your hands away from hers. 

“In my defense. I was about to leave the planet I was on, EARLY. I had finished hours ago until the queen of the planet decided to keep me as a personal guard and I told them how I have to make it back onto Earth to go to this really lovely party and see the love of my life again and then chaos ensued and I had to fight them all off. And then, there was this whole political warfare thing-” She catches herself rambling and sighs.

“Look, I’m really sorry. I promised you I’d be here and I couldn’t even get here on time. I really tried and I know you’re upset and disappointed at me. But, can we just enjoy tonight? Christmas is in less than 12 hours and I’d love to do nothing but snuggle in bed with you as we get our matching pjs on while watching those cheesy christmas movies you always watch.” She places a hand on your cheek turning you to look at her and you give in. You could never say no to Carol no matter how upset you were at her. 

For the first time since she landed, you noticed her dirtied suit and bloodied face. Her hair’s a mess and you can’t help but smile at how although she just got out of a big fight she still came with flowers and chocolates, just for you.

You pull her in for a kiss. “Fine, but you might be sleeping on the couch for a while till you learn your lesson.” 

“Aw man, perhaps I could pay you back in another way?” She says grinning, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Auntie Carol!!!” The two of you break away as Monica runs out with her arms open. 

“Monica!” Carol kneels down to embrace Monica’s hug. Picking her up and swinging her around. The three of you giggle as a shadow fills behind you. The other adults stand by the doorway smiling.

“Good to see you made the party.” Rambeau says. “Nick, Rambeau, Hill. Glad to see you guys.” Carol says walking towards them, Monica still in her arms. You pick up the chocolates and flowers, walking back into the house with a smile on your face.

Perhaps tonight wasn’t so bad. The only thing you could’ve wished for came to you. 

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