Always, you.

Hi guys. New fic up.

"You picked a fight, but you got a war"
You can read it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10705409/1/

katehcastle:


That’s simply because your legs are so close to your … other bits. (x)

omg coffee-muse fic this!

Oh, my.
Okay.
She’s naked and on top of him, working his blue button up plaid shirt off of his shoulders. Once he’s shrugged it off, he grips her hips and flips her over, pinning her hands by her head. She lifts her legs up around his waist, and locks her ankles behind him. In a blink of an eye, Kate’s flipped him over on his back. He huffs out a laugh, throws her a look of challenge.
"Not tonight, babe," She husks with a smug grin. She then scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip and leans down to kiss him. Thinking she’s distracted, he tries to flip her back over, but she doesn’t budge, instead she sits up and crawls up his body so that both of her knees are bracketing his head.
He opens his mouth to protest, maybe not to protest, but regardless, she doesn’t want to hear it. She snakes her hand down to his mouth and quiets him with a finger to his lips.
"Use your mouth for something else, huh, Castle?" 
He wraps his arms around her thighs and holds her to him, giving in. Kate may think she’s in charge, but he’s about to show her who’s really the boss tonight.

katehcastle:

That’s simply because your legs are so close to your … other bits. (x)

omg coffee-muse fic this!

Oh, my.

Okay.

She’s naked and on top of him, working his blue button up plaid shirt off of his shoulders. Once he’s shrugged it off, he grips her hips and flips her over, pinning her hands by her head. She lifts her legs up around his waist, and locks her ankles behind him. In a blink of an eye, Kate’s flipped him over on his back. He huffs out a laugh, throws her a look of challenge.

"Not tonight, babe," She husks with a smug grin. She then scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip and leans down to kiss him. Thinking she’s distracted, he tries to flip her back over, but she doesn’t budge, instead she sits up and crawls up his body so that both of her knees are bracketing his head.

He opens his mouth to protest, maybe not to protest, but regardless, she doesn’t want to hear it. She snakes her hand down to his mouth and quiets him with a finger to his lips.

"Use your mouth for something else, huh, Castle?" 

He wraps his arms around her thighs and holds her to him, giving in. Kate may think she’s in charge, but he’s about to show her who’s really the boss tonight.

request: smut any way you want to write it but you have to use the line "i just want you inside of me".
Anonymous

They stumble through his front door, hands frantic and lips never leaving one another’s. Once inside, he kicks it closed with his foot, nearly tripping over himself because Kate is being relentless. Her hands are fisted in his shirt and she’s walking him backwards, hurriedly trying to get them to the bedroom.

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Are you up for writing smut? x)
Anonymous

Aha, sure! Got a request? 

Law And Order SVU crossover? Pretty please!
Anonymous

Oh my god, I would love to write this as a multi-chapter. Who wants to co-write with me???

During a particularly cold night, Kate’s scar at her side aches and pulls a bit. Castle and his large warm hands come to the rescue. (x)

It’s been a few years since the shooting - since the surgery, but every now and again, usually when it’s really cold, Kate’s scars hurt. She used to joke with Castle and tell him that she always knew when it was going to snow. He’d reply with “Oh, yeah? News tell you that?” And she’d say, “No, my scars did.” She always meant for it to be funny, but he never laughed.

Like tonight. It’s the beginning of December and it’s 15 degrees outside. The sidewalks and roads are icy and although she’s bundled up in a sweater, coat, and a scarf, her skin still prickles and pulls at her scar.

Luckily they’re walking into the entrance of Castle’s building now, and soon she’ll be warm and the bunched up tissue on her side will stop aching.

As they walk inside and shed their winter attire, Kate subconsciously rubs at her scar. Castle notices out of the corner of his eye and glances over at her.

"What’s wrong?"

She looks at him sympathetically, because this issue seems to hurt him more than her, physically anyway. “My scar is pulling a little bit. It’ll stop soon.” She smiles at him, and he smiles back, although she can tell it’s forced. She knows that every time she mentions her battle wounds, he’s right back to that day, watching the life slowly drain out of her. It’s been years, and it still haunts him.

She walks into their bedroom, rounds the corner to the main bathroom to get changed into her pajamas when she notices that he’s followed her. She takes off her shirt, flings it to the corner to pick up later. “Castle?”

He stalks up to her. His big hands, which are now warm, settle at her sides, his palm enveloping the scar at her side. She can feel the heat radiating off of him and onto her skin. With his body warmth and the pressure of his hand as he rubs her side, and she feels the tissue loosen making the ache start to disappear. 

She leans into him and wraps her arms around his midriff. “I’m okay, Castle.”

He tightens his arms all the way around her, pulls her in as close as he can get her and rests his chin on top of her head.

"I know." 

She smiles and leans back, searching his face. He’s smiling. Genuinely smiling. Because he knows that she’s okay. Knows that he couldn’t help her then, but he’s helping her now. More than he probably realizes.

She kisses his chest and steps out of his embrace. “C’mon, babe. Let’s go to bed.”

Do you plan on updating Here and Now any time soon? =)
Anonymous

I’ve got massive writers block for that story. Mainly because I wrote it without a main plot, and I have no idea what to do with it now. :(

Prompt: Castle hogs the covers.

"Castle," Kate grumbles as she knots her hand in the comforter and tries to pull it over her. He’s on the edge of the bed on his stomach, one foot dangling off, the whole blanket cuddled up to his chest.

Castle,” She say a little louder, this time using her foot to nudge his hip.

"Hmm?" He hums.

"You’re hogging all of the blanket." She tries to pull it towards her again, but it won’t budge. He’s got a death grip on it.

He rolls over to face her, wrapping himself up in it completely. The little cover Kate had on her is now gone.

She huffs out an aggravated breath. She studies him a minute—he’s fallen back to sleep, all snug and warm—before taking her foot and pushing the rest of his body off the bed.

He springs up, alarmed and confused, the comforter draped over his body.

What was that for?” He nearly shrieks, his voice all high and scratchy, sleepy sounding.

"You took the blanket!"

"So you push me off the bed?!”

"Well, nothing else seemed to work." She’s trying not to laugh, but she can’t help it. 

He crawls back into bed glaring at her.

"You’re mean, Beckett."

She laughs. “I know, I’m sorry. Now give me some blanket.”

He lays back down and straightens the comforter over both of them.

"Happy?"

She smiles at him, bites her bottom lip as she scoots over to mold her body against his, wordlessly giving him her answer.

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I take it you liked it? lol. :)

Prompt: During a bad rainstorm, Castle shows up to the precinct with a rescued kitten that he insists is the cat version of Beckett herself. (X)

"Beckett! Just hear me out!"

She turns on the heals of her boots, arms folded across her chest, but she sits and listens to him anyway. She can’t help but to smile, her hand trying to hide it. But he catches it, knows he’s got her right where he wants her.

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