#sol writing

◇ she's the one who takes care of the baby at night, rocking them gently and singing a weird lullaby

◇ at first she was afraid to hold them cause her skin is always cold and she didn't want to make the baby uncomfortable (but it turned out the baby loved the contrast of their temperature)

◇ she's mostly reading some boring-ass books like a encyclopedia of biology but she's charismatic enough to make it fun

◇ she's gonna be the one who's giving the baby extra sweets saying "don't say mama about it"

◇ she can't wait when the baby grow up to show them her favorite knives

◇ she's buying EVERYTHING. literally everything cause "there's no such thing as too much toys". she just loves spoiling her baby, life is short – you need to enjoy it

◇ on the baby's birthday, she's a nervous wreck cause she can’t stand the thought of her child growing up and getting older

◇ when the kid is falling asleep on her bed, she's looking at them for a long time, savoring the moment, before taking them to their bed. to be honest, she doesn't mind sleeping with them

Okayyy, I’m just gonna post this now because there’s been a couple people waiting for this and I promised…

Nightvisions Chapter 1 is finally posted after 3 months..!!

This fic will follow a post Forsaken story based on Lament with lots of fluff and IChance healing after the events of purgatory. I do not know the specific details of the story, only story beats and other important bits so we’ll see how this goes. Lot of improv like last time.

you've been agatha's familiar for as long as you can remember. you had doubts whether you were even there before agatha summoned you. you just appeared in front of her in the form of a black cat and that's how all your memories began.

you followed her closely, listened attentively to her sarcastic monologues and quietly watched her steal powers from witches. you barely moved your tail when she stepped over lifeless bodies and said something to them if they could understand her. it was always such a strange phrase that if someone else had said it, it would’ve looked as awkward as possible. but agatha always managed to broadcast without any awkwardness, and it didn't matter whether she was serious or did it just for fun. 

“how exhausting it all is,” she sits down in an armchair and closes her eyes, a heavy sigh escapes her lips, which sounded so theatrical, “it's hard to be the greatest witch, isn't it?”

you’re silent – you sit on the floor in front of her and only tilt your head slightly to the side, carefully watching her actions. she looks tired today, even more than usual, and the sarcasm that leaves her mouth doesn’t seem familiar.

“this silence annoys me,” she whispers softly and looks around the room as if hoping to hear at least someone's voice, but nothing in response, as always, “come here.”

you lower your gaze and twitch your ear, as if you're thinking about something, but it all stays in your mind. you get up from your seat and take a step towards her – the next moment she clicks her fingers loudly, once again turning you into a human being.

you stop and already want to reach for the blanket on the couch to cover your sudden nakedness, but she shakes her head, beckoning you to her.

“I'm tired,” she says with a small grin and you immediately understand what she's getting at. her voice is firm, leaving no room for questions “you'll get dressed later.”

“as you wish, my witch,” you nod, the corners of your lips lift slightly. you could never refuse her, and you didn't want to. what's the point if everything was fine with you?

you approach her slowly and kneels in front of her. agatha spreads her legs automatically, giving you more space and you involuntarily lick your lower lip under her attentive gaze. your hands slide up her waist to the buttons of her shirt, unbuttoning slowly, as if testing her patience, to which she just shakes her head.

“teaser,” she whispers when you take off her shirt. your lips immediately find her collarbone, gently kissing and going down to her bra, which she helps you take off so that you don't get too distracted from your direct duties.

the bra falls to the floor and you pull away from her hot skin for a couple of seconds, examining her plump breasts, as if for the first time. and who wouldn't want to prolong such a pleasure? 

you lick your lips again and take her nipple in your mouth, greedily sucking and nibbling. agatha's soft sighs reach your ears that make your own stomach flips in warmth. the witch immediately sinks to the back of the chair and tilts her head back. you know she's pleased. you had a long time to understand how to work so that your mistress can relax.

you pull away again just to do the same with her other breast – you want to feel her nipple harden under your tongue, you want to feel her chest rise while you work so hard.

it's already difficult for you to delay pleasure and act slowly. your hands go under her skirt and you feel the waistband of her panties, immediately pulling them down. agatha spreads her legs even wider and moans faintly when your fingers touch her clit.

“you're wet,” you notice with a grin and shove your fingers between her folds, feeling how they pass through her crotch right to her entrance without any problems, “are you so tired, mistress?”

“one more word and you'll become a cat,” she grumbles, but it's enough for you to bite your tongue and continue to take her nipple in your mouth. 

the last thing you wanted was to watch from the sidelines as agatha relaxes herself on her own. It was annoying, infuriating, and made you feel unnecessary. but agatha needed you, didn't she?

you frown a little at her threat – you want to do something, you want to show her that you’re brave enough to do something she wouldn’t like, but you’re not. you slowly push your finger inside of her, feeling her walls envelop it, and her body tenses for a moment, just to relax finally. you swallow and carefully begin to move inside her, pushing further and deeper, your lips moving to her neck, leaving barely noticeable hickeys. you know she'll be mad at you later, but right now all you want to do is feel like she's really yours.

agatha breathes heavily, her hand strokes your back roughly and she whispers words of praise to you, forcing you to add another finger, and the rhythm becomes faster. you can feel her back arching and she instinctively moves her hips towards you.

“you feel so good, mistress”, you feel so needy of her as you whisper it, but you can’t hold back even after she threatens you. 

“be quite for me,” she groans and grabs your chin with her free hand and pulls you closer. she kisses you greedily, scratching your lips with her teeth, and her tongue intertwines with yours. you don't even notice how you start moaning into her lips, as if her long fingers are stretching you now, and not the other way around.

she abruptly pushes you away from her and nods down, her cheeks are red, and her breath is knocked out when she whispers “down", and you don't ask questions. you nod intensely, lower yourself down, leaving ragged kisses on her stomach when you drastically and even nervously lift her skirt even higher.

a strangled moan escapes from her lips when you finally bury yourself in her crotch, your tongue quickly caresses her clit and you feel her salty juice remaining on your chin. 

“bitch,” she hisses through her teeth and you start to work faster with your tongue, feeling her body begin to tremble. she grabs you by the hair with force and pulls you closer to her, “don’t you dare to stop…”

and then you feel how she starts to tremble, and her nails scratch your scalp, forcing you to squint in pain. a hoarse moan fills the room as she bites her lip and you feel like you get dizzy, but it feels so good to the point where you can’t stop. she's panting heavily while you keep kissing her clit, your hands caress her thighs, scratching her pale skin slightly.

I want to be her actress girlfriend😭

Imagine having met her at the time she was recording Prospect with Pedro Pascal, because you knew Pedro from a previous project and were in the same city as them at the time of the recordings, so he introduced you <3 you both became colleagues at the time, nothing really very close or deep but you exchanged social networks.

When the cast of Yellowjackets started being cast it was a surprise for both of you that you had been cast for characters that later on in the story would become a couple (Travis and Nat didn't happen in this scenario), anyway, this ends up really bringing you both closer together and you become great friends this time, always hanging out and spending time together outside of the scenes.

Whether it's having lunch together, resting, going to a café or a bar/karaoke at night, it doesn't matter because they're always together. With the success of the first season, they're both starting to be shipped a lot by fans, especially with all the photos and behind-the-scenes content they have together😭

Fast forward to now, I imagine fans going crazy over everything about season 3 and every little bit of both behind the scenes or outside🤭🤭 they would both have fun with the edits and fan posts about them.

I also think that the friendship would slowly start to progress into something more, like a slow burn and they would both have a first slightly drunken kiss after a night of karaoke😩😩😩 a slow and laughing kiss when leaving the bar, which MAYBE takes them both to the hotel room... the rest is up to you

But in a scenario where both of them start dating, things would probably progress slowly but comfortably until it actually becomes a relationship, where both of them go out alone more and more frequently and on small, sweet dates, lots of slow, soft kisses, with both of them just exploring and getting to know this new intimacy.

Can you make a short fic and bot about this?

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"Accident" sophie thatcher x reader note: sorry it took so long!!! aaaggghh character.ai and janitor.ai