#cath hardacre

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

I’m watching Adult Life Skills (love this film) and I’m just trying to get my head around the fact that basically all of Jodie’s characters should probably go to therapy 😭😅

[jodiewhittagay]

All I can think to ask is: Jodie Whittaker, am I right?

you absolutely are correct.

[thirteenstardisfam]

Jodie Whittaker as Cath Hardacre in Trust Me (1/4)

[drwhittakerwho]

[iampenbot]

You ever sit there and think about just how good Jodie Whittaker is?

In every role that I've seen her in, it is a different person. Not only are her roles very varied, but she seems to physically become the character. She looks completely different, and I don't mean "she dyed/cut her hair". I mean her face changes, the way she carries herself changes. It's not "Jodie Whittaker playing The Doctor/ Beth Latimer / Cath Hardacre", it's "that's the Doctor/ Beth Latimer / Cath Hardacre" and I have a lot of emotions.

If you would like to add why you think JW is amazing please feel free.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Cath Hardacre x reader, their time time having sex with each other. Nervous but sweet and passionate

Here you go Anon. Sorry it took so long.

You and Cath had been out to dinner at one of your favourite restaurants. You’d driven her home, walking her up to her door, been invited for coffee. You’d sat on the sofa, watching her make the coffee in the kitchen. She’d placed both mugs on the table then kissed you with such need you were surprised you didn’t combust on the spot.

You’d pulled her on top of you, wanting to feel her weight in your lap. Her hands were buried in your hair while yours were working their way up the back of her shirt, wanting to feel every inch of skin possible. She was burning you up from the inside.

You slid your hands down, cupping her ass, pulling her closer to you. She trialed her lips down your neck, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin under your jaw. You tipped your head back, letting her have access to your body. Your fingers were digging into her ass, kneading the flesh in your hands.

She slid her hands down, one of her hands kneading your breast. You moaned into her mouth, unable to believe this woman was really yours.

You’d been dating her for a few months now, meeting when you’d come in with a dislocated shoulder. You’d wanted to take things slowly, having just come out of a bad break up and with her daughter she hadn’t been ready to jump feet first into anything. But you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted her like you were a horny teenager.

Her thumb brushed over your nipple, your back arching into her touch. She kissed you again, tugging on your lower lip. You gasped, letting her consume you. You ran your hands back up her spine, pulling her shirt with your hands. You pulled it over her head, flinging it to the side.

She lent back, looking down at you. You traced your finger up her stomach, watching as the muscles clenched under your touch. You gently cupped her breast, your thumb passing over her nipple. She bit down her lip, watching as the awe passed over your face.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” you breathed, raising your eyes to meet hers.

She kissed you again, this time slower, sweeter, full of emotion. You curled your arms around her, ready to fall into her.

She ran her hands up your legs, pulling your dress up with her. You shifted down your body, pressing kisses to exposed skin as she went. You reached behind your back, unzipping your dress. You lifted your hips and pulled it over your head.

She looked at you, her eyes roving over your body. You felt the urge to cover yourself, your arms itching to curl around your body. You linked her hands with yours, pinning them above your head as if reading your thoughts. You blinked up at her, watching her smile.

She kissed you again, her fingers drawing meaningless patterns on your newly exposed skin. You could feel electricity running over your skin, running straight to your core. You needed her, now.

She kissed down your chest, taking your nipple into her mouth through the material of your bra. You arched into her mouth, your fingers tightening around hers.

She let you go, trailing her kisses down your body until they hit the waistband of your knickers. You tangled your hands in her hair, watching as she ran her teeth over the skin of your abdomen. You reached down, tugging on the waistband of her jeans. She got up, pulling them from her legs. She reached behind her back, unclipping her bra and letting it fall from the floor.

You gulped, looking at the naked flesh. You wanted to kiss every inch of it. You pulled your own bra from your body, throwing it over the back of the couch. She swooped down on you, kissing you again. You let your fingers trail over her spine, causing shivers to run through her body.

She ripped your knickers from your body, her finger running through your folds. Your hips jerked up into her touch, needing more than the featherlight touch she was teasing you with. She chuckled, sucking on your pulse point as she swirled her finger over your clit. You gasped, feeling too much.

She pressed her thumb down on your bundle of nerves, her finger sliding within you. Your hips bucked up into her touch. She slid another finger into you, curling them within you. You flung your head back, burying your face in a pillow. You couldn’t stop the whimper as she ground against your sensitive nub.

Your fingers clutched her shoulders as you moved against her. She was running her lips over your exposed skin, teeth scraping, tongue soothing. You whined, no longer feeling into control of your own body.

You came with a gasp, your internal walls clenching around her fingers. She smiled against your chest, riding you through your orgasm. Your body turned to jelly as she removed her fingers from you.

You pulled her into a kiss, running your fingers through her hair. She was smiling. She pulled you up from the sofa with her clean hand, licking your juices from the other one. You watched her, feeling the heat grow in your stomach again.

“Come on,” she said, “Molly is with the sitter until tomorrow morning.”

You followed her through the apartment, ready for a sleepless night.

[camehereforjodie]

I LOVE Jodie in Doctor Who, but I’m still sad Trust Me only got 4 episodes. So much Jodie in every episode and such an interesting plot!

[ilya-rozanovs]