#calm down kathryn

[jubshead]

I saw some people pissed by Agatha not getting a redemption arc at the end of the series, but the real reason is: she shouldn't get one.

She killed so many witches and did terrible things and nothing is going to change that at the end of the day.

I think what they gave us is so much stronger, you see how she’s filled with trauma and can't make herself trust anyone besides herself and her son.

She doesn’t kill witches, because she feels like. She’s a succumbs, she needs the energy in order to survive and that’s something her mother could never understand.

After she figured out how to control her powers I’m sure she could have joined a coven and she’d receive help from them.

But who would trust a kind of witch who has a defense as an attack? And how could Agatha trust anyone after her own coven and mother tried to kill her?

Redemption arcs are more times than not extremely forced, people’s actions shouldn’t be forgiven by a single action. They made us understand Agatha as a whole character, with flaws, traumas and depth and know that, ultimately, her life lead her into doing terrible things, that have no excuse.

[jackiespurnell]

agatha all along nation: we gotta talk

sorry for the lost post but i’ve seen sooo many posts saying how ppl be acting “ungrateful” for complaining about the lack of agathario content in the assembled video, and i js wanna say, oh my bad im mad at a show thats about queer characters targeted for a queer audience but when it’s actually time to talk about the queerness they js shut down 😭😭 like bby that’s js disney being disney, tf you be getting mad at people for when all they want is to be properly acknowledged beyond advertisement 😭😭

and i love love love how this show was such a step up from so many other queer coded disney projects and i love the representation but i wouldn’t consider it greedy or ungrateful just to want more yk? like sorry some of us aren’t spelling for he bare fucking minimum when it comes to representation

i absolutely love this show outside of the ship but also i fucking love the ship okay?? unless ppl are actively hating on any of the cast/creators, leave them alone and let them be mad cs they have every right to be

and ik this post is boutta piss some ppl off but honestly it needs to be said cs they amount of ppl getting hated on just cs they spoke up about wanting more lesbian rep is actually wild 🙄 like pls calm down

and the whole thing with ppl “hating on joe locke” cs this was really js a billy origin story, well, some (key word: some) of the posts accused of hating on him literally aren’t hating though and if u are, well fuck u, cs there are some posts that are genuinely hating on him and that is not okay at all, but if ur js saying that u wish a show advertised about a middle aged lesbian was less focused on a gay teenager, well, that’s not hating??

and ik that joe is facing so much hate js for being a gay man and i hate that for him i really really do he doesnt deserve it at all like i said fuck u if ur hating on any of the actors or creators and i really mean that but y’all have to understand ultimately, even in marvel comics, there is sooo much more gay boy rep than lesbian rep y’all have to understand how infuriating that is???

look i loved this show and i’m so so happy with it but if the straights can complain about a ship in a straight show, the lesbians can complain about a ship in a queer show.

[gilliandersons]

this is for me personally

[bumblingbabooshka]

If 'Resolutions' happened with Chakotay & Tuvok they would have made a beautiful home down there on that planet. It'd be Better Homes & Gardens material by the time they left. If it happened with Tuvok & Janeway it'd just be the captain running around barefoot chasing a monkey while Tuvok grew flowers and made comments about her not tracking dirt into the house after he just cleaned the floors.

[bbylovesxo]

marvel confirming wanda’s death and im supposed to just go about my day ..

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

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[janeway-lover]

So Janeway was faster doing the “pspsps” to a monkey like you do to a cat?

Yeah that’s basically what she was doing

[d-z20]

Yield and Obey (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: You decide to act out by not listening to Agatha in front of the coven and when you don't take the opportunity to correct yourself, she has to punish you

- OR -

You get spanked for your brattiness and then fucked (and bred) into submission

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, Top Agatha, bratty reader, Dom/Sub dynamics, spanking, breeding, magic g!p, degradation, tiniest amount of praise, possessive Agatha, she kind of just uses reader for her own pleasure at the end

Words: 3.2k

A/N: I've realised that I mostly imagine Agatha being taller than reader (even though Kathryn is only 5'5) like I refuse to believe that THE Agatha Harkness isn't tall👀👀

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The room buzzes with the quiet hum of activity, the coven murmuring over spell books, tendrils of magic curling in the air. It’s a chaotic yet strangely comforting scene—home to the powerful and the power-hungry alike. You lean against the edge of a wooden table near the fireplace, where Jen meticulously stirs a glowing potion. Alice sits cross-legged nearby, her hands weaving through glittering threads of enchantment. Even Rio has made an appearance, lounging in a corner and casting sharp, knowing glances at anyone who dares disrupt the tenuous harmony.

But despite the coven’s dynamic energy, your attention is fixated entirely elsewhere. Specifically, on her.

Agatha Harkness perches in her usual chair, an aura of authority emanating effortlessly from her every gesture. The flickering firelight catches her dark, slightly dishevelled waves, which frame sharp cheekbones and an unsettlingly beautiful smirk that always promises trouble. The soft linen of her blouse clings to her frame, tucked neatly into purple high-waisted slacks that somehow make her appear even taller. She’s a woman you can never quite look away from, her presence magnetic, her power intoxicating.

She’s toying with a strand of her hair now, feigning disinterest in the goings-on around her. But you know her too well to fall for that act. She doesn’t miss a thing. Least of all the way you’re staring.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” she says at last, her gaze cutting to yours like a knife.

Your cheeks burn as the rest of the coven barely spares the two of you a glance. These moments between you and Agatha are commonplace by now, a sort of game only the two of you understand. But even in the relative privacy of the bustling room, her voice carries an edge of authority that twists your stomach into delicious knots.

“Just watching,” you reply, a little too innocently.

Agatha arches a brow, her smirk deepening. “Is that so?”

Her tone sends a shiver down your spine. She knows exactly what you want, and she’s going to make you work for it.

Jen glances up from her potion and mutters something about the moon phases aligning for a powerful incantation. Rio snickers, clearly amused by the tension thickening between you and Agatha. But neither of you pays them any mind.

“Why don’t you help Lilia with the herbs?” Agatha suggests, her tone deceptively sweet.

It’s a command, not a question. Your defiance flares up instantly—your bratty streak refusing to let her have the upper hand so easily.

“Why don’t you do it yourself?” You quip back, folding your arms.

The silence that follows is deafening. Even Rio stops smirking, her sharp eyes darting between you and Agatha. The rest of the coven seems to hold its collective breath, tension hanging in the air like an impending storm.

Agatha rises slowly from her chair, the firelight painting her every movement in shades of gold and shadow. She doesn’t have to say a word—her mere presence is enough to make your pulse quicken.

“Out,” she says, her voice calm but laced with steel.

The coven members exchange looks before scattering like leaves in the wind, muttering excuses as they file out of the room. Rio lingers for a moment longer, her grin returning as she mouths, Good luck, before slipping out the door.

Now it’s just the two of you, the flickering fire casting dancing shadows across the walls. Agatha closes the distance between you with measured steps, her heels clicking softly against the stone floor.

“Do you want to try that again?” She asks, tilting her head as she looms over you.

Your heart pounds as you bite your lip, refusing to back down even as your body betrays you with a telltale shiver of anticipation. “Nah, I’m okay, thank you.”

Her smirk returns, sharper this time. “Oh, darling. You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Before you can respond, she grabs your wrist and pulls you toward her chair. The force of her magic ripples through the room, locking the door with a resounding click. You barely have time to process what’s happening before you find yourself draped over her lap with your bare ass exposed, your breath hitching as her hand settles firmly on your lower back.

“Since you’re so eager to challenge me, I think you deserve a proper lesson,” she purrs, her voice low and dangerous.

Your skin flushes with heat as you wriggle slightly, testing the strength of her grip. Agatha chuckles darkly, her nails grazing the curve of your hip in warning.

“Stay still,” she orders.

You bite back a grin, knowing exactly how much it’ll annoy her if you don’t. “Make me.” 

It’s childish and probably the most cliche bratty thing you could say, but that’s exactly why you said it: you know it’ll just frustrate Agatha even more.

The first sharp slap lands before you can brace yourself, the sting radiating through your body and drawing a gasp from your lips. She doesn’t hold back (she never does) and that’s precisely why you crave this.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that attitude,” she murmurs, her tone dripping with amusement.

But you don’t regret it, not one bit. You squirm under her hand, revelling in the sensation, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that only she can deliver. Each strike sends a jolt of electricity through you, your defiance slowly melting into submission as she works her magic—both literally and figuratively.

“You enjoy this far too much,” she says, her voice softening as she leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Maybe,” you admit breathlessly, your cheek pressed against the fabric of the armchair.

Her hand pauses, resting on the now-sensitive skin of your thigh. She runs her fingers over the faint marks she’s left, her touch surprisingly gentle.

“Good,” she says simply. “Because we’re just getting started.”

The next strike comes harder than the last, making you cry out and instinctively grab at the edge of the chair. Your fingers curl against the fabric as your breathing grows heavier, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Agatha’s hand stays firmly on your back, keeping you pinned in place.

“You’ve got such a smart mouth, don’t you?” She muses. “Let’s see how clever you are now. Count for me.”

Your head swims, the heat from her palm still lingering on your skin. “W-What?”

“Count,” she repeats, her hand hovering over you. “Or we’ll start all over again.”

Her words make your stomach twist with a heady mix of anticipation and dread. You nod quickly, your voice trembling. “O-One.”

The next slap lands sharply, making your body jolt. “Two,” you gasp, your voice hitching with the sting.

Agatha’s smirk widens as she settles into a steady rhythm, each strike drawing a breathy moan or soft cry from your lips. You can feel her leaning in closer, her breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“Poor thing,” she coos mockingly. “You’re enjoying this far too much. Listen to yourself, whimpering like a needy little thing.”

“F-Four,” you stammer, unable to suppress the moan that follows.

She chuckles, her hand caressing the tender skin of your thighs before delivering another strike.

“Five.”

By the time you reach ten, your mind is spinning and your body burns with arousal. The friction against her slacks hasn’t gone unnoticed either—not by her, at least. Agatha pauses, her hand sliding down to rest on your thigh, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles that make your breath catch.

“Well, well,” she drawls, her voice dripping with condescension. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”

You freeze, your face heating as you realise what she means. The smooth fabric of her slacks now bears a darker patch, evidence of just how worked up you are. Agatha tilts her head, feigning pity, though the smirk playing on her lips betrays her true feelings.

“Absolutely shameless,” she remarks, her tone a mixture of amusement and disdain. “And here I thought you had some self-control.”

You squirm under her hand, your embarrassment only heightening your arousal. “I—”

“Quiet,” she interrupts, sitting back with a snap of her fingers. “On your feet. Now.”

Her magic compels you to obey, even as your legs tremble slightly. You stand before her, your head lowered as her sharp gaze roams over you. Then, with another snap of her fingers, the world seems to shift.

The cool air against your skin tells you that you’re now completely bare, and your eyes widen as you realise Agatha has shed her own clothing with the same effortless command. She leans back in the chair, her powerful presence now magnified by her lack of restraint.

What catches your attention most, however, is the unmistakable addition of something new. A large, thick length juts proudly from her body, clearly the result of some well-placed magic. Your breath hitches as you stare, your heart pounding in anticipation.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” she teases, standing gracefully and closing the small distance between you. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you?”

Her hand cups your chin, tilting your face up so you meet her piercing gaze. “You wanted to play brat,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “So now you’ll take exactly what I give you.”

You can only nod, your body thrumming with desire. Agatha smirks, her other hand sliding down to grip your waist as she guides you back toward the chair.

“Good girl,” she purrs. “Now let’s see if you can be a little more obedient this time.”

Her lips crash against yours, stealing what little composure you have left. The weight of her body against yours, the heat of her skin, the sheer dominance she exudes—it’s all too much, and yet not nearly enough.

Agatha’s lips leave yours as she pushes you backward, guiding you with an unrelenting grip on your hips until your thighs meet the edge of the chair. Her sharp eyes gleam with amusement, a smirk tugging at her lips as she spins you around effortlessly.

“Bend over,” she orders, her voice low and commanding.

You obey, pressing your chest against the cool wool of the chair’s backrest. The angle leaves you entirely exposed to her; your legs spread just enough to keep you steady. The vulnerability of the position only heightens the intensity of your desire, a soft whimper escaping as you feel her hand glide over the curve of your backside.

Her fingers trail down, teasingly slow, until they slip between your legs. You gasp, your body jolting as her fingers brush against your dripping heat. Agatha chuckles darkly, her fingers exploring lazily, spreading your arousal as if testing just how far gone you already are.

“My, my,” she hums, her tone dripping with mockery. “You’re soaked. No wonder you were squirming all over my lap.”

Her fingers begin to move more deliberately, sliding between your folds, the pads pressing against you just enough to make you ache for more. Each movement sends shivers down your spine, but it isn’t enough to satisfy the throbbing need that’s building within you.

“Such a desperate little thing,” she coos, her other hand gripping your hip to keep you from bucking against her touch. “But look at this.”

She withdraws her hand, and you whimper in protest. Glancing over your shoulder, you see her raise her fingers, glistening with your arousal. “I can’t even get any friction,” she taunts. “You’re so wet, my fingers just slide right off.”

“Please,” you whimper, your voice trembling with need.

“Please?” She repeats mockingly, her smirk widening. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight.”

You feel her shift behind you, her body pressing closer as her hands grip your hips firmly. The head of her magically conjured length nudges against your entrance, and your breath hitches.

Agatha leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks. “Brace yourself, darling. This won’t be gentle.”

Before you can respond, she pushes forward in one fluid motion, filling you completely. The sudden stretch makes you cry out, your fingers gripping the chair’s backrest as she gives you no time to adjust. Agatha pulls back only to thrust forward again, harder this time, the force of it making the chair creak beneath you.

She sets a brutal pace, her hips snapping against yours with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, the wet slapping of skin against skin filling the room alongside your moans and gasps.

“Listen to you,” Agatha pants, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Making such filthy sounds. You’d think this was the only thing you’re good for.”

Her grip on your hips tightens, her nails digging into your skin as she loses herself in the rhythm. Every movement is precise and calculated, yet utterly unrestrained in its intensity. Her breathing grows heavier, her usually composed demeanour beginning to crack under the weight of her own pleasure.

The wet, obscene sounds of her thrusts only spur her on, her pace quickening as she drives into you with relentless force. “Such a perfect little plaything,” she growls, her voice low and breathless. “Taking everything I give you so beautifully.”

Your legs tremble beneath you, your body barely able to keep up with her unyielding pace. The pressure building inside you is overwhelming, your moans turning into incoherent cries as you teeter on the edge of release.

The coil in your stomach tightens to an unbearable degree as Agatha’s relentless pace drives you closer and closer to the edge. Each wet, resounding slap of her hips against you fills the room, mixing with the ragged cries spilling from your lips. Her hand comes down on your ass once more—harder this time—and the sharp sting sends you spiralling.

Your body tenses as the pressure inside you snaps, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. A strangled scream tears from your throat, your voice echoing through the room as the force of your orgasm wracks your body. Stars dance in your vision as you convulse beneath her, your walls clenching down on her so tightly that she lets out a guttural groan of her own.

“Oh, that’s it,” Agatha hisses, her voice trembling with pleasure and control. “Such a good little thing, screaming for me like that.”

Your body sags against the chair, your limbs trembling as aftershocks ripple through you. But Agatha isn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

Her hands tighten on your hips, her nails digging into your sensitive skin as she picks up her pace once more. Each thrust is brutal, her hips slamming into yours with a force that sends shockwaves through your overstimulated body.

“You’re not done yet,” she growls, her voice low and breathless. “I’m not done.”

Her movements grow desperate, the sound of her cock driving into your slick heat punctuated by wet, obscene slaps. You whimper beneath her, your body shaking as she uses you with abandon, chasing her own release.

“You’d take anything I gave you, wouldn’t you? You’d let me fill you up—over and over again—until my cum drips out of you,” she sneers, her voice tinged with dark amusement.

Her words send another jolt of heat through you, your body responding despite the overwhelming sensations. Agatha notices, of course, her sharp laugh ringing out as she drives herself even deeper.

“You like the idea, don’t you?” She taunts, her breath hot against your ear as she leans over you. “Being bred by me. Being so full that you can’t think of anything else.”

“Yes,” you whimper, your voice breaking as you push back against her, desperate to give her whatever she wants. “Please, Agatha—please!”

Her growl is low and feral, her control slipping as her thrusts grow erratic. She is lost in the overwhelming heat of you, her movements fuelled by pure instinct and desire.

“I’ll fill you up,” she promises, her voice rough with lust. “I’ll fill you so full, you’ll feel me for days. You’ll look at yourself and know who you belong to.”

Her hips slam into you, her pace brutal and unforgiving as she chases her release. The wet, obscene slapping of skin against skin fills the room, the sound mixing with her ragged breaths and low, desperate groans.

“You’re mine,” she growls, her voice trembling as she grips your hips tighter. “Mine to use. Mine to breed. Mine.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, the weight of her possessiveness igniting something deep within you. You cry out, your body trembling as her thrusts grow even harder, each one driving her deeper inside you.

With one final, brutal thrust, Agatha stills, her body shuddering as she finds her release. Her low, guttural moan fills the room as she spills herself inside you, the heat of her release flooding your core.

For a moment, the room is silent, save for the sound of your ragged breaths. Agatha stays pressed against you, her hands trailing over your sweat-slicked skin as she catches her breath. Then, slowly, she leans down, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Perfect,” she whispers, her voice soft but full of dark satisfaction. “Absolutely perfect.”

She lingers a moment longer, her hands gripping your hips tightly as if anchoring herself to reality. Slowly, with deliberate care, she begins to pull out. A shudder courses through your body as she withdraws, the lack of her cock leaving you feeling achingly empty. She stands upright, holding you firmly in place as she gazes down at the mess she’s made.

“Look at that,” she purrs, her voice full of dark satisfaction as she watches her cum drip out of you, trailing down your thighs in thick, sticky streams. “What a sight. You really are a perfect little toy, aren’t you?”

Her fingers trail along the curve of your back before she raises her hand one last time. The sharp crack of her palm against your sore, sensitive flesh makes you yelp, though the sound quickly dissolves into a whimper of pleasure.

Agatha chuckles darkly, her palm soothing over the reddened skin for a moment before she steps back. With a snap of her fingers, your clothes are back on, though the sensation of her still lingers—thick and undeniable. Your thighs clench involuntarily, the sticky mess now trapped inside your underwear, a constant reminder of what has just transpired.

Agatha, now back in her usual poised form, adjusts her blouse with a casual flick of her hand. “You really should listen to instructions the first time, darling,” she says with a sly smirk, her voice laced with teasing admonishment. She leans in close, her breath warm against your cheek. “Now, keep it all inside. If you manage that, maybe you’ll get rewarded later.”

She knows it’s an impossible ask, and your cheeks burn as her words sink in, your body still trembling from the lingering aftermath of her touch. Agatha straightens, her sharp gaze flicking over you one last time before she turns toward the door.

“Come along, pet,” she commands, her tone firm as she casts a glance over her shoulder. “The others are waiting. We wouldn’t want to keep them, now would we?”

You swallow hard, your legs shaky as you push yourself upright, the heat between your thighs a constant, maddening reminder of her dominance.

As you follow Agatha out of the room, the teasing sway of her hips draws your eyes, and you know you’re in for a long evening.

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Her shirt and purple pants combo is so fucking good, especially when her hair is down. The scene where she's sat round camp and starts rolling up her sleeve is probably one of my favourite scenes like ughhhhhhhh so hot.

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[holyblanchett]

The switch up Kathryn did in this interview compared to a few weeks ago. She went from she was satisfied to say goodbye to Agatha and her arc to "I meant the story that was being told in Agatha all along." Oh we're so back lesbians let's goooooo

ALSO I AM SCREAMING AT DEADLINE ADDING THIS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE ARTICLE SO AAA FANS CAN CALM TF DOWN

[mistressofstars]

A Lecture on Desire - Part IV

Pairing: Kathryn Hahn x Reader

Summary: Part 4. A lecture on The Price of Salt is supposed to be all about Therese and Carol, but when Professor Hahn locks eyes with you, lines blur. Slow-Burn. Non-magical AU

Word count: 1.5k

Part IV

Kathryn unlocks the office door with a smooth twist of her wrist and pushes it open. You follow, heart pounding. “So,” Kathryn starts, her voice light, almost disarmingly casual “What’s your curriculum like this semester? Packed, I imagine?” She tilts her head, the innocent tone in her voice a stark contrast to the intensity of her presence.

You nod, trying to match her casual tone. “Yeah, it’s… pretty full. A lot of reading.”

She hums thoughtfully, tilting her head as if the conversation were completely ordinary. “And you’re keeping up just fine, I hope?“, her voice almost sing-song.

“Yes,” you reply, though your voice is tighter than before, the tension beneath her surface calm coiling tighter around you.

Kathryn glances toward the door. “Good. I wouldn’t want you overwhelmed.” She smiles but when she moves to the door and shuts it with a soft click, the shift is instant.

The air feels heavier, thicker, and the room seems smaller somehow. When she turns back around her smile is replaced with that smirk, eyes dark.

Her smooth steps close the space between you, deliberate and steady, until she’s behind you.

Her breath skims the back of your neck, making your skin prickle. The silence stretches, heavy, until she places her hands at your shoulders. The lightest pressure, barely there, as if testing the effect. Her fingertips trail down your arms, her touch barely grazing you. She slides the coat off your shoulders, the fabric dragging against your skin but she doesn’t lay a finger on you.

Kathryn gestures to the chair opposite her desk, the simple command hanging in the air. “Take a seat.”

Her office is meticulously arranged, the walls are lined with dark wood bookshelves, heavy with textbooks, old classics, and some contemporary titles—everything in its place. A massive oak desk sits in front of you with papers neatly stacked to one side, and a sleek black pen rests beside an open notebook.

You glance at a framed photo on the wall, catching sight of Kathryn beside a woman with dark hair, heart shaped face and big brown eyes. There’s something familiar about her. The image feels professional, a posed moment, but there’s an undeniable closeness between them. Kathryn stands a little too close, her posture casual but confident, while the other woman’s body language matches hers, a subtle intimacy in the way they share the frame.

Kathryn notices and clears her throat, your attention immediately snaps back to her. She sat down in the chair opposite from you, the massive oak desk separating you.

Kathryn picks up a fountain pen and taps it against the edge of her desk, her eyes steady on you. “I’ve been thinking about this,” she says, her voice low, like she’s carefully choosing each word. “You’ve impressed me with your contributions in class. So, I’d like to make an offer.”

You blink, trying to make sense of what she’s implying. “An offer?”

She sits back slightly in her chair, eyes glinting with a subtle, knowing look. “How would you feel about becoming my personal assistant? You’d be managing the usual, the appointments, the messages—but there are certain… tasks, more personal in nature“

You blink, caught off guard by her words. The offer hangs in the air, the weight of it pressing down on you. Her eyes never leave yours, her expression calm but expectant. The question is simple, but the implication is anything but.

You hesitate for a moment, trying to process what she’s said. “Your assistant?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Kathryn’s lips curl into a slight smile, her fingers still tracing the pen with a casual, almost hypnotic rhythm. “Yes. My personal assistant,” she confirms. „I mean if you‘re not interested I‘d understand“, Professor Hahn says innocently.

“Think of it as an opportunity to work more closely with me, outside the classroom.“ She gets up from her chair and walks around her desk and leans against it right in fron’t of you. She continues, her tone almost conversational. “And trust me, this position will be far more rewarding than your little barista job—financially and otherwise.” After a short pause she adds, “I’ve always believed in rewarding those who excel.”

You swallow hard.

Kathryn’s eyes are fixed on you, waiting, her lips pouting, as if she already knows your answer.

“Alright,” you finally say, your voice steady. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your assistant.”

Kathryn leans back in her chair, her expression unreadable, though something flashes behind her eyes—satisfaction, maybe?

”How… would this work, exactly?“ you ask, your hands gripping the edge of your chair.

Kathryn wipes her hair out of her face in a fluid motion, “I thought you might ask that.” She leans back, her gaze still locked on you, before reaching for the drawer of her desk. The smooth glide of the drawer’s opening feels almost theatrical.

From inside, she produces an envelope. She taps it lightly against her palm as she stands, rounding the desk with languid ease. When she reaches your side, she doesn’t hand it to you. Instead, she lays it on the desk in front of you.

“This,” she says, her voice low, “is the formal arrangement…a contract if you will.“

You stare at the envelope. “Open it,” Kathryn says, her voice a velvet command.

She reaches for something on her desk,

a letter opener, sleek and silver, she offers it to you. Glancing up at her, the older woman’s expression gives nothing away.

You hesitate, the envelope trembling slightly under your grip. “Need help?” she asks, her tone teasing, almost condescending. Before you can answer, she moves closer, leaning down.

Her hand, feather-light but commanding, brushes over yours, guiding the letter opener to the top of the envelope. She doesn’t press, she lets you do the work, but her touch lingers, her fingers grazing yours with maddening precision.

The blade glides through the paper. The faint scent of her perfume, spicy, woody, dangerously alluring, wraps around you, making it hard to think clearly.

“There we go,” Kathryn murmurs, her voice so close it sends a shiver down your spine. “You seem capable of handling instructions. That’s a start.” She steps back just enough, letting you open the envelope fully on your own.

As you scan the first few lines, Kathryn circles you. Your eyes catch on a section titled “Confidentiality Agreement”: “The assistant agrees to maintain absolute discretion about the details of this arrangement, particularly regarding any tasks or interactions deemed ‘non-standard.’

Your throat tightens, but you move to the next section. “Exclusivity Clause”: “The assistant shall not perform similar duties for any other faculty member or individual without prior written consent from Prof. Dr. Hahn.

Her hand comes to rest lightly on the back of your chair. The soft scrape of her nail against the wood sends another shiver through you.

You glance back down. “Termination Clause”: “Any breach of the agreement will result in the immediate termination of the assistant’s position, with additional consequences at the discretion of Prof. Dr. Hahn.”

Her hand slides onto your shoulder, much like before, but this time with an assertive pressure.

Your pulse quickens as your gaze shifts to the next clause. “Written Consent Clause”: “Tasks beyond the standard assistant duties will require the assistant’s explicit, written consent. By signing, the assistant agrees to undertake such tasks.“

She lingers there, not moving, the quiet pressure enough to send a pulse of heat racing through your body.

Her thumb brushes against the slope of your shoulder before her fingers trail downward in a slow, precise motion, just barely grazing your arm. It’s not enough to fully disarm you—only enough to set every nerve in your body alight. “Take your time,” she murmurs, her voice low, intimate, close to your ear.

You breathe, nodding, your eyes drift back to a final section, “Special Considerations”.“Certain tasks may require a degree of proximity, whether physical or emotional. The assistant agrees to approach these with an understanding that some situations may necessitate a adaptable response.”

The warmth of her breath hits the side of your neck, and you realize—this touch, this moment, is no accident. And that’s when her hand pulls away, the absence almost more shocking than the touch itself.

“Well?” she asks, her tone now light, conversational, as if the moment hadn’t just happened. “Any questions about the terms?”

…

The next morning, you quit your newly found barista job. You signed the contract that night, your hand trembling slightly as you did. She had watched with those cool, impassive grey eyes, giving nothing away.

She didn’t give you a copy, only slipped it back into its envelope. A few days later, after her lecture, you were set to meet again. She’d mentioned an out-of-town buisness trip that would occupy her until then.

Authors note: Did I say spicy, hmm? Seems someone’s feeling a little impatient… and oh, so easy to lead on. Keep that eagerness up and I won‘t disappoint.

Happy New Year x

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 5

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: More smutty smut, just add water 😜

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 4

Our chests continue to heave in search of oxygen as we crumple to the mussed sheets before I hear her voice in the otherwise quiet and dimly lit room.

“I’ve heard the phrase, “eating pussy like a man starved” but fuck that doesn’t begin to describe what you do. I thought that was just meant for fictional book characters.” I chuckle loudly and pull her against me before giving her a small pat on the ass.

“Sugar, there’s a reason my nickname was CC. Captain Cunnilingus at your service ma’am.” I pretend to tip my invisible hat at her.

“Austin Grant Syverson! You cannot be serious. Please tell me you just made that up.” She says sternly but with a shocked smile as she leans up on her elbows. I arch an eyebrow in confusion.

“Nah, darlin’. It was that or Captain BDE. I heard that one from one of my guys which was a little awkward. Also, my middle name isn’t Grant?”

“I didn’t know your middle name so I made one up. That situation called for a full name in order to properly chastise you like a good southern woman should.” She says with sass and I laugh even louder.

“Well, you’re certainly a good southern woman. My middle name is Daniel in case you need to scold me again in the future.” I smirk at her.

“I have a feeling I just might need too, Austin Daniel Syverson. Oh, I like that.” She says while shaking her head at me with a grin.

“You’re not going to tell me yours? I think it’s only fair.” I probe her for information as I intertwine our fingers together. She begins to play with our hands.

“It’s Kathryn. My grandmother’s name. She went by Kate. When I was little everyone called me Emma Kate, mostly at my grandmother’s insistence, but as I got older it just sounded more professional to shorten it to just Emma. In fact, everyone back home with the exception of my parents calls me EmKay. That nickname started with middle school cheerleading and just sorta stuck.”

“Mmm I like that. It fits you. Now EmKay, are you going to get in the bathtub with me?”

She nods enthusiastically and squeals when I lift her off of the bed and haul her into the bathroom to deposit her on the toilet and start filling the bathtub with water.

“Don’t want a UTI to slow us down.” I told her and she looked shocked.

“Um, I am not going to pee in front of you.”

“Darlin’, I just got you to squirt all over my face and drank it up like I was starved, so you said.” I wink at her. “My dick was literally just inside of you and now I’m standing here in front of you as naked as the day I was born. I think we are past all the shyness, aren’t we?” She shrugs but keeps biting at her lip while staring at me.

“Alright, go pee and I’ll be right back.” I tell her with a small laugh and exit the bathroom to give her some privacy. I hear the toilet flush and come back in while she’s washing her hands still naked in front of the mirrors.

“You didn’t tell me I look so crazy. Even more so with all of these hickeys.” She said trying to calm her sex-mussed hair and wipe off the bits of mascara that had ran from her eyes. She pulled a ponytail holder from her wrist and gathered her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head.

“You look perfect. I love the way you look, especially since I did it to you.” I whisper against her exposed neck as I wrap my arms around her waist and appreciate the hickeys that I left on her breasts and tummy. Before she can say anything else I kiss her forehead and throw some bubble bath into the tub.

“I didn’t take you as the type of man who took a lot of bubble baths.” She said with a shy smile.

“I honestly didn’t until I injured my leg. My physical therapist made me start a few years ago to relax the muscles after a strenuous work out or physical therapy session. I always feel like I’m marinating in body juice soup but it does wonders for sore muscles.” I chuckle and turn the faucet off.

“I’ve never thought about the body juice soup thing. It kinda is, isn’t it? Gross.” She giggles as I help her step into the tub. I step in behind her and settle her against my chest.

“Yeah, I would get in right after a workout and then shower immediately after the bath just so I could actually feel clean.”

“Mmm. That sounds good.” She said as she leaned further back against me with her eyes closed either content or exhaustion taking over her features.

“If I had a clawfoot tub like this, I don’t know that I would ever get out of it. My house just has those shower tub combos and I can’t get the water deep enough. It’s not relaxing.” She says and I smile.

“Well, you’re always welcome to use this one darlin’. I can get some candles and music and set you up in here whenever you’d like.”

“Any reason to get me here naked huh? Now you may not get rid of me.” She jokes.

“Good, I wouldn’t want too. You being here naked is my new favorite thing.” I kiss her temple and decide to go for it. I may regret this.

“What have ya got going on this weekend? Wanna stay tonight?” I ask hesitantly while praying to God I don’t have a nightmare in her presence.

“Do you want me too?” She asks genuinely.

“Of course, I do, sugar. I thought that much was obvious. Unless you don’t want too.” I respond. Maybe she’s worried about sleeping next to me.

“I wasn’t sure. I just thought you were really good with aftercare and then were going to send me on my way.” She giggles with a gentle elbow to my side. “I’d love to stay the night! I have nothing planned tomorrow. I need to get some groceries and meal prep for the week on Sunday, since I usually bring lunch from home but I just figured I'd be lazy the rest of the weekend.”

“Good, let’s be lazy together.” I tell her relieved that she didn’t want to leave, but still nervous as hell and questioning if I should have just taken her home on the off chance I do have another nightmare. I was grateful that she couldn’t see my face as I battled an internal war on whether or not this was a bad decision. Emma threads our hands together and begins playing with my fingers. Her hands look so tiny against my own.

“Why are you single?” She asks out of the blue.

“Why are you? I mean I know you had that loser ex, but why didn’t you find someone else after that? Likely have your pick out of anyone.”

“You’re deflecting.” She responds quickly. “And that’s not true. I guess I’m a little damaged after everything happened with Colin. It all only happened about six months ago. I was lucky that my lease was coming up for renewal. Colin and I had talked about looking for a house. He even took me to look at one. I found out a few months later that his mistress lived down the road from the house we looked at. Guess he was looking for an easier commute to her.” She laughs without humor. “Anyway, I guess I just wonder why you haven’t been snatched up already. You’re pretty amazing, and not just in the bedroom.”

“Colin sounds like a real piece of work. Seems like ya dodged a bullet with that one. And I ain’t deflectin’.” I frown. “Similar to what you said, I’m damaged too. Military fucked me up and I got cheated on two times along the way while deployed. They each said they would wait but found something better while waiting. After that, I guess I just realized I didn’t want to feel like I was settlin’ just so I could have someone. It wasn’t fair to either of us. I was gone all of the time and couldn’t be a present partner and they shouldn't have to always be alone wondering whether I'm still alive. Figured I was better off alone where I know what to expect of my life.”

“Austin, I know you spent almost twenty years in the military, but you don’t talk about it a lot.”

I tense slightly and she catches it. “Yeah, I guess it’s just hard to talk about. Don’t need to bring anybody else down with all of the bullshit in my head is all.”

She turns slightly in my arms and looks up at me genuinely. “I won’t ever force you to tell me details about it, but when and if you’re ever ready to talk about it, I’d be happy to listen.” Emma says as she strokes the fur on my jaw.

“Means a lot to me, darlin’.” I say before pulling her in tightly and kissing her forehead.

“Have you ever confided in anyone about it?”

“Eh, there’s a therapist they set me up with at the VA. I have sessions with her every so often.”

“Good. I just don’t want you to bottle things up.” I release a heavy sigh. She’s an intuitive little thing. Bottling things up and pushing them down are my M.O. I just nod at her.

Signaling that she was not going to push the conversation, Emma leaned back further against me as I feel her body relax against mine.

“Sugar, there is one thing you should probably know.” She leans up slightly and looks for me to continue.

“Every once in a while, I have nightmares, ya’ know, PTSD stuff from war. Usually, I wake myself up and it’s no big deal but, in the past, there have been a few times where I’ve had active flashbacks that are hard to wake up from. I haven’t had one in several months but I just thought you should know before we go to sleep tonight. It would just absolutely kill me if I scared you.”

“Should I try to wake you if that happens?”

“No, just uh, fuck.” I wipe my hand over my face in frustration. She’s probably already thinking about how to get the hell out of here. “Just uh, stay back from me and talk to me like I’m still active army. Explain that there is not a threat and the others are reporting back to base to reconvene and let Aika in if she’s not in the bedroom. She’ll help.” Emma begins to nod before I speak again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve probably freaked you out. I can take you back to yours. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I uh, I’m a little fucked up.” I look down at my fist as I clutch it tighter in frustration. Emma quickly turns around in the tub, sloshing the water around, and straddles my lap as she puts one arm on my shoulder and the other on my cheek. She stares into my eyes like she’s reaching straight into my soul. I am fighting the urge to run, and get away from her scrutiny but I remain in place.

“Baby, shh.” She says and I realize my whole body is tensed up.

“Relax, and take a breath. I’m not afraid or uncomfortable. I’m actually relieved you felt comfortable telling me. If you have a flashback, I’ll do my best to talk you through it calmly and get Aika." She shrugs as if we are talking about something mundane like what we are going to get from the store. "I can do that, okay?”

My jaw is aching from how tightly I am clenching it before Emma guides my head against her chest using her breasts almost like a pillow. I listen to her steady heartbeat and my head is gently guided up and down by her calm breathing. God, she’s a breath of fresh air. This is the definition of a safe space. A happy memory to refer to when panicking. I should make a mental note to bookmark this moment as my future safe space. Here naked in the bathtub, our hot skin crushed together as my cheek presses against the chest of the most amazing woman after the first time we were intimate. Definitely my happy place.

“Please don’t overthink this. I want to be here with you.” She says softly and I notice that my whole body has finally relaxed against her. Her nails are barely running across the skin of my scalp through my buzzcut as she has me cradled to her chest. I close my eyes as I release my clenched fists and begin to softly stroke up and down her back. I clear my throat slightly as I’ve choked up from my emotions a bit.

“Alright, thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you for letting me stay.” She says and kisses me tenderly.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I have been thoroughly fucked to the point of exhaustion and our body juice soup is starting to get cold.” She teases.

“Thoroughly fucked to the point of exhaustion?” I smirk at her. How did she manage to pull me out of a funk like that so easily? She's incredible.

“As if you weren’t well aware of that fact, you cocky little shit!” She giggles.

“Ain’t nothing little about me, Sugar.” I smirk while swatting her behind.

“That’s for damn sure.” She whispers before climbing off of me. I’m already hard as a rock again from having her straddling me while talking about how fucked out she is.

She smiles and shamelessly stands above me with water droplets trail down her skin before she steps out of the tub and walks over to the shower and turns it on. I pull the drain on the tub and follow her like a lost puppy. I step in the shower cubicle where she’s waiting on the water to warm and scoop her up and place us both under the freezing water.

“Oh fuck, Austin! That’s freezing!” She screams and playfully smacks at my arms around her.

“Let me warm you up again, darlin’.” I grunt before pulling her into a consuming and carnal kiss.

The water begins to warm against our bodies and steam quickly fogs the glass walls. Emma’s hands are roaming all over my body as my own are grabbing the meat of her ass and pulling her closer to me. To my surprise, Emma pushes for me to sit on the shower bench and straddles my thighs with a filthy kiss.

“Mmm, you’re such a man, Austin.” She says between sloppy kisses.

“Thank you?” I pull back with a quizzical stare. “My dick helps me with that.” I joke.

Emma rolls her eyes. “I just mean you’re so large, muscular, and hairy. It’s a huge turn on for me. You’re like a bear.”

“Whatever gets ya’ going, Sugar. I knew you liked animals a lot but I didn’t know bears turned you on.” I chuckle as my hands rest on the globes of her ass.

“Oh shut up!” She laughs with a touch of exasperation. “You’re fucking sexy and I’m certain that I’m not the first to tell you that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so cocky and sure of yourself.” She says.

“It’s confidence not cockiness, sweetheart. I’ve got plenty of cock though.” I point to my hard member standing at attention between us with a smug grin and she tilts her head back tiresomely while shaking her head at my corny joke.

“Lucky for me, I found an intelligent, beautiful, and incredibly perfect woman that fits on top of it like it was made for her.”

“Should I be jealous? You got yourself a mistress already?” She says with an eyebrow arched and I quickly smack her ass check which causes her to grind up against my bulge.

“Woman! You better stop with that shit. You know I’m talking about you.”

She smiles and leans forward to kiss me. Our tongues fight for dominance before Emma reaches down and fists my cock before lifting herself up and pressing me to her entrance. I stop her as my hands tighten on her waist, causing her to scoot back a bit.

“Condom?” I ask praying it doesn’t ruin the mood.

“I got tested after I broke up with Colin and I haven’t been with anyone sense. I’m on the pill. I’m good with it if you are.”

“I’m clean too. Got tested at my physical about eight months ago and haven’t been with anyone sense.” I tell her before kissing her enthusiastically.

“I want to really feel you.” I breathe against her lips. She looks down and lifts herself up again, angling my cock toward her once more.

“You sure?” I ask her and she nods before slowly gliding down on me and I feel my nuts draw tight to my body. God, she feels like silk. I hear her shaky inhale as she slides all the way flush onto me.

“Jesus, babygirl. You’re going to unman me. You feel too fucking good. So soft and warm and wet” I say as I struggle to keep my cool. She fits so tightly around me that just the slight movement of our breathing makes me want to moan in pleasure.

“Not possible.” She giggles as I take a deep breath. “You’re not a man, you’re a bear.”

“That so? Huh, guess that makes you my little goldilocks.” I grunt and she giggles louder and I reach to hold her still so I don't cum too quickly. She's squeezing me like a fuckin' vice.

“Mmmm and I found the cock that fits jusssssttt right.” She replies and I laugh brasher than I had meant too but she was just so fucking cute.

“Yeah, you were made for me. Not just your pussy, all of you.” I say breathlessly when she lifts herself up slowly before slamming back down against me.

“You gonna fill me up, Bear? Drip out of me?” She asks seductively and I groan in pleasure.

“You better believe it. Ya want my cum inside of ya, Goldi?” I growl. She giggles and nods enthusiastically and before she can respond I grab the back of her head and slot my tongue into her mouth again.

I grab the little crevice under each of Emma’s ass cheeks and help her lift herself up and down on top of me. It’s insanely sexy to watch her take control of her own pleasure. She releases little breathless pants and moans that I don’t think she’s even aware of as she works herself on my cock. Her tits bounce and jiggle with each motion and I quickly begin sucking on them and rubbing my beard across them as I spread kisses across her chest. I’m jolted from my ecstasy when I hear her whine.

“Damn cowgirl. You ride real good.” I grunt as I take in her form after she flips her partially damp hair over to one side of her and arches her back slightly with each descent.

“Yes, talk to me baby.” Emma whimpers.

“Mmm, you want me to talk dirty to you? Tell you how fucking beautiful you look ridin’ me? Tell you how much I love these perfect tits in my face. How I’m going to think of this moment when you’re not here the next time I stroke my cock?”

“mmmhmm, keep going. I’m so close.” She whines.

“God, baby. You look and feel so good. I can’t stop thinking about how your sweet little peach is dripping your delicious honey down my balls as they slap against your ass. Never tasted a peach more perfect than yours. Wanna wake you in the morning licking that peach and keep it on my beard so I can taste you throughout the day.” She clenches down on me so hard, I know I’ve got her there.

Emma’s orgasm explodes through her body and I wrap my arm across her back to keep her upright as she trembles in bliss. I keep pumping into her from underneath to help her ride out her climax before I lift her up and place her on her feet. I press her against the glass shower wall and she chirps at the cold glass against her overheated body. I spread her ass cheeks wide as I arch her back before I slide back into her. As soon as I slide in, Emma moans so deliciously that my pace falters as I am tempted to cum.

“Fuck, sugar. Noises like that and a view like this,” I stare down and watch myself slide in and out of her, my cock shining with her slick, “gonna make me blow my load sooner than I wanted too.” I admit. I knead my hands into the globes of her perfectly round ass and then gently smack each cheek to watch it jiggle. I’m tempted to press on her little ring of muscle, but don’t know how she’d react so I don’t. I quickly realize that I’m pretty close and I want her to have another before I let go. I reach down and find her clit with my fingers and start stimulating her.

“Sugar, I need one more.”

“I c…can’t, Sy. Too tired.” She murmurs.

“One more, angel. I need to feel you explode around me while I pump my cum deep inside ya. You can do it. C’mon.” I encourage her and she’s moaning no longer caring about the volume of her voice. It’s erotic as hell.

My finger continues to stimulate her clit before I slightly pinch it and am rewarded with a loud whine as Emma clenches down on me and begins to quiver uncontrollably.

“Oh, fuckkkkkkkk, Austinnnnn.” She screams and her body goes completely limp against the glass wall as I quickly hold her up with one arm around her waist. I slam into her repeatedly as I feel my climax approaching and then I release my cum into her tight channel.

“Shittttt!” I grunt as I keep pumping my cum deeper inside of her and it feels like my orgasm continues longer than normal as I fill up her snug pussy.

While still connected, I lift her slightly and sit back down on the bench in the shower. I knew what I was doing when I installed this thing. Emma’s body is completely limp as she’s laid back on my lap with her back against my chest. Her head is tucked under my chin and her hands lay limply against my arm.

“Are you intending on making me unable to walk or stand, baby?”

“Nah sugar, just a happy coincidence.” I tell her. I gently slide out of her and hear her wince from the loss. I set her on the bench and angle the water towards her to keep her warm while I get some body wash and begin washing her off. Even though my old injured leg protests greatly, I kneel down and begin washing her legs. When I lift her right leg, I see my cum dripping from her core and damn, did it look good. Emma smirked at me as I went to wash her there and then slid the washcloth up over her stomach and to her breasts.

“Gotta make sure I clean you up after I make you dirty.” I grin as I waggle my eyebrows at her.

She chuckles, “Oh and my boobs are extra dirty?”

“Mmmhmm. Are you trying to imply something?” I ask with fake offense.

“Nope, now get up. It’s my turn.” I stand and help her up off the bench. Emma’s legs shake a bit and I hold back a chuckle so she doesn’t see. Ole’ Sy’s still got it.

Emma lathers up the soap and then begins to wash me. I can tell that she’s tired and not intending on doing so seductively, but she just radiates this aura that makes me want to fuck her seven ways to Sunday. Focus Sy, she’s absolutely shattered and certainly sore. Plus, you ain’t in your twenties anymore, I scold myself.

After Emma washes me, we rinse off and I wrap her up in a large fluffy towel. We both dry off, and I get out a new toothbrush that I have in a cabinet and we silently brush our teeth. I lead Emma back into the bedroom and pull the covers back so she can slide in. I take her towel and hang it up and run out to the living room and check on both dogs who are sleeping soundly in their beds. I grab a bottle of water for the both of us before I climb in bed next to her. I open my arms and she immediately shuffles into them where she rests her head against my chest. I’m a bit nervous about sleeping next to her and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest but am hoping she doesn’t notice. I haven’t slept next to a woman all night in probably ten years, and I certainly haven’t after all of my PTSD episodes.

We lay there in the dark room for a moment and I wonder if she’s fallen asleep before she lifts her head and I see her eyes looking for mine.

“I know you are worried, but I just need you to know that I have never ever felt safer in my life than right here in your arms. Everything will be okay.” I exhale a breath of relief before I place a chaste kiss to her lips.

“G’night, sugar.”

“Night, bear.” I smile at her response and feel her snuggle into me as my eyelids get heavier. A few moments pass and I hear her deep, even breathing. I take a deep breath and allow myself to drift off to sleep much easier than I had anticipated.

Part 6

Author's Note:

I have absolutely NOTHING written yet for part 6, but tomorrow morning we are going to adopt a new little puppy named Dug to be a part of our family after our elderly dog died a few months back. That being said, I'll be very busy with the new pup, my kids, and Christmas approaching so I beg you to be patient with me about getting the next part out. I only want to post when I consider it my best so it may take a few days. I hope you all are having a fantastic weekend! ❤️

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[she1smyscar]

Okay guys, let's not panic. Several actors have also thought they were saying goodbye to their characters in the MCU and then returned. We never thought we were getting Lizzie back. No one ever anticipated RDJ coming back (even as a new character). Even Hugh Jackman wasn't supposed to come back lol And Kathryn had no idea she'd be back as Agatha in her own spin off. Marvel is like this. Most MCU actors are so left in the dark. So just take a deep breath and don't freak out about her latest interview.

Also I saw some people pissed at what she said about Agatha killing to extend Nicky's life. We already had tons of theories covering this (after her first kill with Nicky as an infant, he stopped crying and she asked him if he liked that. Almost as if the theories about him being half Rio/Death and needing bodies to live was true). We shouldn't be surprised that it was actually supposed to be canon but the powers that be at Disney plus and Marvel probably told Jac she had to cut that.

Let's all just calm tf down please and not attack Jac or Kathryn

[insanewaykathy]

Another story about two people who really want to have sex but don't…

It's funny how in the episode Repression, Chakotay (out of his normal consciousness) starts shooting phaser beams at everyone who isn't a Maqui, including Tom and Harry, but not at his Kathryn. He just gently takes her by the arm to a cell where there's another person passed out 😂😂

And then he orders Tuvok to kill her with a phaser that doesn't work.

And she gets very angry😂

And then when everything is sorted out, he approaches her very gently to tell her that everything is okay… but she's still mad.

After that, off-screen of course, he will calm her down with a shoulder and foot massage after a bath in the tub he prepared himself.

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 | 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭

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[𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉] [𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒆]

Crockett Island is a very calm and peaceful place. Just like a beautiful and imposing oak, and just as the oak, the island hides a rotten inner, putrefied secrets just in plain sigh waiting the perfect time to fall apart. Sometimes the broken things can be fixed easily by the right person.

𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝒙 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅!𝑵𝒖𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕴𝖓 𝕸𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝑯𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑬𝒙𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒎 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑵𝒐𝒍𝒊 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝑨 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒑 | 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝑲𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

ᎷᎪᎩᏴᎬ Ꮖ ᏟᎾᏬᏞᎠ ᎻᎾᏞᎠ ᎩᎾᏬ ᏚᎬᎡᏆᎬᏚ

𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 | 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝑲𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹��𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑨 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 | 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝑲𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 | 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕] | [𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉]

After being dumped by Sophie, Brice became bitter. Decided to focus on his work, running the fortune of his family, he lets the flower that grew on his chest wither and rot. Months pass and a great ball is coming. He’s invited by one of his colleagues, and after a huge pressure of his sister Caroline, he decides to go. There he meets a clever widow, duchess Kathryn Artherton. And the feelings he battled to bury are taking control once again. Will they be able to open their hearts once again and give a chance for love?

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐡 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

This character has only dark fics. Exclusively Dead Doves. Be aware.

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝑶𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 | 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑻𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

Adelaide knew it was only a matter of time before he found her again. She dreaded the arrival of that day every morning and every night. She avoided this moment as much as possible, changed states, changed her name, and locked herself in a cottage far away from it all. However, John Tyler was free and missing. And when she received the news in that particular morning, she knew he was coming for her. After all… She was his first.

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 | 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑻𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

“You’re a wolf!” Esther’s voice still echoed in the young nurse’s mind. “You’re a wolf!” She heard the old lady screaming at her. Thomasin could hear her clearly. She felt the hot, swollen tears run down her temples, getting lost in her hair. She felt the excruciating weight on her, the strength of the noose that held her wrists, the deep voice whispering her name. “You. are. a. wolf.” She should have listened.

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏’ 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 | 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝑲𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒙 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝑲𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑬𝒙-𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑮. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕

Werewolf OC inspired by this photo.

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒆 | 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇! 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

@stardustandgunpowder @liesandghosts @girlwiththenegantattoo @midnight-mess @un-kiss-de-breakfast @ledzeppelindeanmon @jyngerpeach @hungrhay @agirlinherhead @aherdofbees @littleredwritingcat

[baylardian-1]

im sorry but the janeway tag is riddled with baby content lately and its making me ACT UNWISE

ummmmmmmmmm anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy the thought I'd had was that in Protectors after Kathryn stops panicking and CALMS DOWN about her situation (being stuck on Earth with an uncertain future and getting unwanted counseling and AU pregnant lmao) and lets things run its course I think she'd take up a dumb knitting project for NOTHING IN PARTICULAR ;;;;;;;;;;;;)

[christian-oc-tournament]

Please vote based on the picture AND the description!

Kathryn Carvalho Bethaz [Rifters @larissa-the-scribe]

She's just a silly little gal who loves her husband, traveling, adopting kids, the power of friendship, and having repression issues because she is fully aware that she is wayyyy too OP for anyone's good and could go nuclear if not properly managed (and has done so before). When that's not haunting her she's having fun! Life is fun!

Keres Blake [Slenderverse OC @sugarandice3]

Physical Description: Keres is average height and has an elegant, long legged figure with broader shoulders and narrower hips. Her hair is auburn and curly, hanging just past her shoulder blades if left down, which doesn’t often happen since she prefers to have it up in some way. With a soft and gentle face, Keres has a very innocent appearance which is increased by her disarming doe-brown eyes and the copious freckles that also cover the rest of her body. She typically wears casual clothes that consist of cool colors and the occasional pastel. Proxy Appearance: Her hair is now in a grown out, boyish haircut and her body looks gaunt and lanky rather than elegant. Dull eyes framed by heavy dark circles are set into a sharp face with a badly healed broken nose. Although she was pale before, she is now unhealthily so, causing her freckles to stand out in stark contrast to the rest of her skin. Along her forearms are long, ragged scars from when her victims scratched at her while she suffocated them. Personality: Keres is a very calm and thoughtful person. While she is extroverted, she tends to be the quieter one in social groups, choosing to listen more often than she speaks. Having an innate drive to be helpful and organized has given her a reputation for being a dependable person, making her the mom of every friend group. Even ones she's only tangentially connected to. She is a collector of many things, rocks, shiny bits and bobs, and information (trivial and otherwise). Proxy Personality: A stalker. Keres stays quiet and far away, giving away hints of her presence to see if she is noticed. Slowly, information is gathered and paranoia is increased as she closes in on the victim. When Keres finally confronts her target, she will start calling out to them, taunting them with every undesirable action and trait that she noticed while observing them. When she finally corners and comes face to face with them, she stuns them so that she can easily smother or strangulate them. Brief Personal History: Keres has struggled with mental health most of her life, a battle that came to a head her junior year of college. This made her an easy target for the Slenderman who, when she was driving home for the summer, tormented her throughout the three day road trip. She eventually broke and became a proxy shortly after arriving at her home. She was given the name Shame to remind her of her failures to keep her in internal turmoil so Slenderman can remain in control of her.