#rusty anon

[the-whispers-of-death]

what if instead of being a merman, the reader is a selkie... but that'd mean stone and heartthrob would have to live somewhere near the ocean or sea. hmm.. but at least reader can now actually walk and interact with the human world.

or.. maybe stone and co. end up getting their chopper/plane/boat/whatever under attack by enemy forces and it sinks into the ocean, but by the time rescue ends up getting there, selkie!reader has already gotten them somewhere safer, like maybe a nearby uninhabited island. or maybe it has reader's den on it. hidden, but its there.

or.. maybe the moment the crew is all safe and sound, selkie!reader returns back into the water. maybe hunting to get fish for all of them so they dont starve. idk i dont see the reader being the talkative kind here, just quietly pulling them onto shore, quietly handing them food, and quietly slipping back into the water the moment noone is looking at him anymore

~ rusty

Stone and the 141 are very confused. One second they were in a helicopter (this just furthers Gaz's bad experiences with helicopters) that was sinking into the ocean after a missile hit it, and now they're all on what looks like a vanishing isle.

It doesn't help that you, their savior, doesn't talk to them. You give them food and then you go back into the water once they start eating. It confuses them profoundly, though Stone is more wary about taking the food than the rest of them.

"Aye, lad, you should eat," Soap says, digging into the food once you've gone back into the water. "You need to eat."

Ghost nods in agreement with Soap, shoving Stone's portion of the food to said man, "Yeah, Stone. We all need to get healed and rested before we can find out way home," he adds.

"I don't like this," Stone grumbles, but he eats the food. He swallows a bite before continuing, "Do none of you think it's suspicious that this... creature dropped us onto the isle and not the beach that was closer to where we crashed?"

"Stone, he's not hurting us," Gaz replies in between bites of his own food. He's doing surprisingly well for having been in a helicopter accident for the third time since meeting Price.

Price patted Stone's chest in a comforting gesture. "Besides, we'll find a way off this isle. I promise," he murmured in that gruff voice of his.

A few minutes later, Stone is relaxing and eating in his food when you splash onto the beach with some more food, making him hiss as you appear right next to him and scare him. He scowls when the others laugh at his expense.

He was not going to enjoy this time on the isle.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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[deviouz]

thinking about leon kennedy and how he talks you through another orgasm and how he's just the softest dom - 🐀

i love love love gentle dom leon so much <3

“c’mon, sweetheart, you can give me one more, can’t you?”

his voice is gentle against your ear, evading your senses in such a way it has you feeling just the slightest bit overwhelmed by the sensation of it all. it was a stark contrast to the way his fingers pistoned in and out of your drooling cunt. it had been difficult to keep still after the second orgasm, and the third one had left leon with no choice but to keep your legs pried apart with his own. confusion plagued your mind, only managing to seep in passing waves amidst the rampant pleasure.

“leon, can’t,” your words were slurred as your body trembled, thighs trying their absolute hardest to clamp shut around his incessant hand. “too much, too much, please-!”

the soft coos and gentle shushing had you keening, eyes rolling back at the curl of skilled fingers, thumb unwavering against your swollen clit.

“you’re so good for me, so pretty,” leon grinned as he watched your back bow for the umpteenth time that night. your cries of ecstasy reverberated in the otherwise quiet room. as you came, body shuddering and writhing about in the comfort of his arms, leon eased you through the aftermath of your climax. chest heaving, your eyes finally slipped shut. your thoughts had finally cleared, coherency beginning to front itself once again.

“one more time?” leon’s hand went to rub at your thighs, taking pleasure in the way you canted into his touch. “let me see you cum on my cock, baby.”

#uhhhhhhh #my writing is rusty ): i’m so sorry #🐀 anon gets me though #we’re on the same wavelength me thinks. #🐀 anon #!!!! my first anon ooooo #. . . asks 🐚 #. . . leon 💭 #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy

[gatoiberico]

trying out a new brush

#art #digital art #dragon #elgatoiberico #also yes these have to do with the question I answered yesterday about what brushes I use #thanks anon for making me look through my preferred brushes and then accidentally run into a new one I thought looked neat #honestly the rusty nib pack is awesome it's got so much stuff?? I still need to experiment with more of it #btw the brush is called Waxy Nib 2 #for anyone who might be curious :D

[calmparticles]

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#hi!!! not dead!!! i've just had the most creative block ever DKFBNDF/ #here's some poppup whale/dolphin variations for anon! thank u sm vacc anon for the req and kind words - hope u doing good!!/ #all of u asks have been so sweet. bless u! <3/ #poppup #deltarune #myart #and a teeny tiny ambyu. 2 small for the tag. teeny/ #i'm very rusty at art-ing rn - if anyone has any reqs i would love to draw some! i still got lot's 2 go thru too tho <3/ #also i finally went back n edited all my image ids into the images themselves - i'll still reblog ids over @ calmparticles-id/ #cause 4000 characters will never b enough 4 me DKFJBDF i cannot write short ids 2 save my life or u eyes/ #anyways that's enough tags for now!/

[hungharrington]

jayy!! lately i’ve been thinking that steve really really likes it when you ride him. like yeah, he loves to see you on top but i feel like he loves the idea of you using him to get off yknow?? like he just wants to be your boy toy. doesn’t even care if he doesn’t cum, but gets SO WHINY and blushy when he does cause he just feels so so lucky to have you jump his bones🙌

UGH i need him like i need to BREATHE. need him to whine in my ears 24/7

-🍒

oh lawd. this one…. brain goes BRRRRRRR what did you PUT in this ask cherry…. does this fit the prompt? maybe 🤪 but it was written at work so have mercy on me

Of all the things Steve loves in the world, making you feel good? Top of the list.

That much is a given— with the fervor in which he’ll bury his face between your thighs, moans that vibrate against your cunt just right, his fingers digging into your thighs as his hips rut against the bed.

When he’s determined to pull an orgasm out of you with his hands, his darkened hazel eyes drinking in every moan, desperately flicking between your blissed out expression and his fingers pumping into your cunt, covered in your slick— all of it shows in the ache in his pants, in the breathy noises he makes when you tip over the edge.

So, you’re not at all surprised at what he says to you that night — take what you want.

You’re both tangled together, haphazardly draped across the bed— too entranced in the hot press of each others mouth to think about letting go, even as you had both staggered up the stairs and into the bedroom. It had been one charged dinner date, with one hand far too comfortable sneaking up your skirt go tease you.

Now, Steve lies beneath you and when you break away, panting, to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, he’s a fucking sight to behold. Chest heaving, face flushed so much it crawls down his neck, his eyes fix on you with such an intenseness that it makes you shiver.

His shirt has been driving you crazy all dinner, undone just enough to show a flash of chest hair. Now you work it open quickly, each button revealing a little more of his glorious tanned chest, sprinkled with hair. Lust drools through you. You rake one hand down it, fingernails pressing into his skin lightly and Steve groans.

“Okay, you need to get naked, like, right now,” His hands pair with his words, finding the edge of your shirt. He’s tugging it up and your arms go up to let him pull it from your frame. His insistance makes your grin.

“Funny how you can say that when you’re still wearing pants.” You bicker back, using your now free hands to work on his belt buckle.

Steve watches you for a moment, his tummy clenches when you palm at his bulge for a moment and his head rolling back onto the duvet. He makes a pained noise. His hands form fists at his sides — just for a moment, before he’s sliding them up your thighs.

They creep beneath your skirt, finding the elastic of your panties — then one of his hands shift forward, cupping your heat tightly. You moan at the same time Steve does, his hand pressing up against your clit perfectly. He shakes his head on the bed, his hair messing up against the sheets.

“I take it back,” He whines. His hands shoot down to overtake yours, shucking his pants down his thighs as best he can. Just the thin material of his boxers remains. “I don’t think I can wait, honey, I need— you can just- please,”

“Hey, hey, I got it, I got you,” You push his hands away and Steve melts. He grows still, only his hands twitching and his neck craned up to watch as you tug his boxers down.

His cock must be aching with the way it looks, all pretty and flushed in the head, crying just for you. You can’t help yourself, giving it a quick pump, rubbing the head with your thumb.

Steve keens loudly, his body growing taut, his head thrown back. A strangled whimper tears from his throat. “Ngh- please, oh fuck, pleasepleaseplease—“

You release his cock and Steve deflates a bit, panting loudly. Your skirt takes only a second to remove and it takes another to push your panties to the side, your knees straddling across his hips. Your core burns hotly, clenching in anticipation of being filled.

You make sure Steve is watching as you hold his cock, prepped to sink down — and he is. His face, still flushed with his eyes bright, is intent on watch your own.

It makes the heat in your gut flare hotter. Hot lust sparks beneath your skin as he keeps his gaze on you for as long as he can — your hot, wet cunt sinking down on him finally forcing his eyes closed.

“Fuck, fuck— shit, don’t move just yet,” The words pour from Steve’s mouth, his eyes screwed up and head thrown back. Your hands shift forward, planting on his chest and you give him a minute— revelling in the delicious stretch his cock gives you. Fuck, it never gets old.

You lean down and kiss the closest skin you can find, his collarbone. Steve smiles, eyes still closed. His hands shift off the sheets, trailing from your thighs, your hips, up your ticklish sides, until he finds your face. His thumbs stroke over your cheeks delicately and when he pulls you closer, you follow without hesitance.

He kisses your lips, soft and sweet, and then murmurs against them. “Take what you want, baby.”

A little whine creeps out your mouth at his words and your hips follow without thinking, beginning to rock gently. A dose of lust licks up your spine and you sigh prettily.

Steve’s face shudders, pleasure rippling across his features and his eyes slip shut. His mouth drops open a little bit, the smallest noise escaping, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips. His eyes crinkle open, watching you closely.

“Ye- yeah, that’s it.” Steve manages to murmur. His hands haven’t left your face, still gently holding either side as you roll your hips back, slow and sensual. “Good girl.”

A gasp pushes past your lips and this time when you rock back, it’s a little more desperate. Steve moans, voice drenched in desire, and his hands fall from your face to grip the sheets. You lean on his chest further, your thighs aching deliciously as you fuck yourself on his cock— up and down, faster and faster.

“Steve,” you mewl out. It’s instinct to reach for him, to call out for him and in response, you feel the buck of his hips, pressing him deeper within you. Steve whimpers.

“You got it, honey,” He assures, voice more and more breathy. “Doing so good.”

There’s a soft squelch as you work yourself down on him, a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten up in your tummy. You feel a fiery warmth beneath your skin that spikes with every movement you make.

One of Steve’s hands comes up to cover your own, holding it tight to his chest — right over his heart and he lets the other nudge your face back to facing him. You hadn’t realised how it had begun to tilt forward, lost in your own pleasure.

“Mhm, fu- fuck, that’s my girl,” Steve whispers. You shift up to change the angle and when you fuck back down, you moan loudly — Steve writhing beneath you to contain himself from fucking up into you. You, however, show him no mercy.

“God,” Steve whines loudly. His breathes are coming out with little whimpers now. “That’s—that’s it— just fuckin’ take what you need. Take it, take it from me, baby.”

Your cunt gushes and you whimper — and you do just that.

#i didn’t make him as subby as requested i’m sorry 😭 #he IS such a ‘take what u want from me’ bf cos he’s just happy to be making you feel good #GOD do i feel rusty with smut #i have no been in the mood 😭 life is too freaking busy 😭 and scary 😭 #but! can’t say… i don’t try <3 #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #jay writes #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve smut #cherry anon

[m00nchildthings]

Mating press and breeding kink with alucard 👉👈🥺

Hueuhuheuehu >:3c

(Authors note: it’s been so long since i wrote anything i feel like this sucks im sorry 😭anyway CW: BREEDING KINK, ALUCARD HAS BABY FEVER IN THIS ONE Y’ALL)

he's ruthless the way he folds you in half, alabaster hands cuffed into the back of your knees holding them to your heaving chest. usually alucard likes to hold himself as a much more, elegant lover. likes to take you apart piece by piece till your wailing, press his body to yours till melting into each other. but now how he takes you is hard and rough, burrowing thrusts that steal the breath from your lungs with every roll of his hips. 

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t know what exactly came over him, a visit to trevor and sylpha celebrating the recent birth of their daughter ana. the sight of you holding the quiet babe to your bosom while their older son fredric pulled at your skirts begging to be replace his infant sister had tickled something in him. the thought of his, your, own children replacing the kids holding your attention made his cock twitch in his trousers. it wasn’t long before he was hastening the visit gently reminding you of work that needed to be done at his castle. the two of you had barely made it through the doors of your looming home before he pounced you, dragging you away to one of the many rooms you had. clothes were quickly shredded to scraps, too much eagerness to wait to have them off he needed your body under him now.

 he couldn't help himself, already imagining your belly growing with proof of your child, your breasts swelling with milk the closer you got to your due date. he was ravenous grabbing any part of you he could as he wrangled your body into his desired position. your gleaming cunt winked up at him already glistening in arousal at his ministrations. usually he would feast upon you, drag his tongue through your folds till you cried for mercy before slowly sliding into you. but he couldn’t wait, would make it up to you later, he thought as he tapped the just pink head of his cock to your sopping cunt and pressing in.

“a-alucard,” you moaned his name breathlessly, fingers coming to tangle in his blond tresses as a pair of cold lips pressed to your breasts. you’d never seen him this way, never felt him this way. it was if he sought to make the head of his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust, you swore you could feel him in your stomach, grinding up your guts to make room for him.

“i want one, one of us,” he grunted dragging his tongue to your jugular and suckling at your speeding pulse. fingers came between you to rub circles on your clit and you choked at the tingling pleasure running up your spine.

“what-what are you-one want,” you said struggling to string together a coherent sentence as the tightness in your gut pulled close, eyes beginning to cross at the impending orgasm.

“a- baby!” he moaned out the last word, drooling as your climaxing cunt spasmed around him, milking his cock. his hands left the back of knees letting them fall onto his shoulders, his pale claws  ripped into the bedding by your head as he managed to press himself deeper still, ignoring your babbling of feeling to full.

“want a baby with you love,” he grunted golden eyes wild with want “ want a tiny wailing little thing to raise, gonna give you one, as many as you want!”

“a-a baby?,” you warbled only able to repeat from him as he fucked you back into that state of pre-orgasm nearly seconds after the last one. 

“yess, gonna fill you up with me, fill this pretty pussy up till your fat with my kids, till your tits leak milk for them my little incubusss,” his mouth wrapped around your bouncing tit sucking harshly on the pebbled nipple and you screamed, dull nails digging wherever you could reach, deep into the ivory skin pulled taught over the muscles rolling in his back. he pulled away gasping nearly as hard as you were before switching to your other breast and lavishing it with the same treatment.

it didn’t take long for you to cum, not with the way he was thrusting into the gummy catch of your cervix, pale happy trail tickling your clit as he kept you trapped in his mating press. you wailed cunt spasming around his cock once more, crying as you came again far too soon for the pleasure to be anything less than overwhelming. the feel of you clenching pussy was enough to drag him to orgasm as well, thrusting once, twice, before he spilled inside you the warm sensation running up you. 

for a moment you laid there breathless, a tangle of sweaty limbs, with your legs dangling uselessly over his now sticky back. alucard heaved himself off of you, using his dhampir strength to hold you down when you weakly tried to sit up, simply rolling the two of you onto your sides staying inside of you. he kissed the damp skin of your forehead before giving a slow roll of his hips chuckling at your weak mumbles of objection.

“sorry, sorry love,” he sighed massaging tender circles into your waist “just need to make sure it sticks,”

#Alucard Tepes #Alucard #alucard smut #alucard x reader #alucard tepes x reader #Castlevania #castlevania smut #ask #anon #as you can see #i am a little rusty #trying slowly but surely to get into writing again

[tonyage]

rusty downloads candy crush in an attempt to seduce vulnerable widows but actually just ends up getting addicted and spends several thousand dollars on powerups

does a prompt ever just capture you

#anon i am sorry this took so long i had nearly every panel done for literal months #and could not bring myself to illustrate the final three... until now #venture bros #rusty venture #mspaint prompts

[glassofpumpkinjuice]

crazy train cover

(fort worth 3/7/24)

#ty for the request anon! my gifmaking fingers were getting rusty #fall out boy #2ourdust #patrick stump #flashing #my gifs #so smiley :))

[thunderc1an]

Welcome to November 1st! (currently in a CET timezone)

As is per tradition, I will be drawing Firestar every day from November 1st to November 7th to celebrate @arqueervist 's birthday!

each post will be under the tag of #firestar's anon bday

Happy early birthday!

#warriors #warrior cats #firestar's anon bday #firestar #today is a very small rusty drawing #can't believe this is the 5th year I'm doing this #wow! time sure has passed #there's like 20ish mins left till midnight but I was too excited not to post

[c-optimistic]

Prompt for your consideration? Lena and Kara fighting post-reveal. Lena yelling "I lost everything," referring to Kara, her brother and all her friends, Kara saying "I lost everything too," referring to Lena.

In her heart of hearts, Kara thinks perhaps she’s broken.

(This is not an uncommon thought with her. She’s had it since the day Krypton died, the day her parents sent her away, the day she awoke as a stranger on a strange planet only to discover she wasn’t even needed.

She’s had this thought nearly every day. Wondering why it’s so hard for her to be like everyone else, to be normal.)

These days, the thought feels more aggressive. More accusatory even. It isn’t just that she’s broken, it’s that she breaks all of those around her as well.

Alex gave up her whole life to watch over her. All of the Danvers did. Everyone close to her got hurt. Everyone who had the misfortune of loving her was doomed to suffer.

And now, it’s Lena’s turn.

(Lena, strong and capable and oh so brilliant. Lena, with her quick wit and surprised smiles. Lena, who quickly made a home in Kara’s heart.

Lena, who has spent every night attempting unsuccessfully to quell her sobs.)

Kara touches down on the balcony, but doesn’t enter Lena’s office, content for a moment to just watch through the glass as the exhausted CEO crumples into her chair, head in her hands, elbows propped on her desk. For once, she’s not dressed to the nines—she’s in a simple pair of pants, comfortable looking shoes, a loose fitting top.

Kara wishes she could see Lena’s face. Wishes she could take Lena by the hand and—

“Go away, Kara,” the other woman says suddenly, in nothing more than a whisper than only someone with superhearing can understand, pulling Kara out of her thoughts. She doesn’t move from where she’s sitting, and Kara wonders, stupidly, how Lena could possibly have known she was there.

Kara pushes the balcony door open, taking a step closer.

“I just want to explain—”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Lena interrupts, though she makes no move to force Kara to leave as she had the last “I just want to explain—” times Kara had shown up. “Just…go.”

“Lena, please,” Kara starts, steeling herself and stepping fully into the office. Lena turns finally, and—

Oh.

Her eyes are red rimmed from crying, puffy, make up not immaculate. She seems…devastated. As though her whole world has been torn asunder, as though…as though she has broken.

(Kara wishes she could make Lena see. She wishes she could take Lena’s hands and let her touch the damaged and broken parts of her heart, beg her to smooth it back out again, ask her to risk the pain, risk the hurt, but to stay.

Love me, Kara wants to scream. Love me, she wants to plead selfishly. Because Kara is broken, destined to go on and on breaking others, but it would be okay if only Lena would hold her again.)

“Don’t you get it?” Lena shouts as she stands, eyes taking on a fierce gleam. “I lost everything! My friends! My brother!” She chokes on the last word, tears escaping despite her best efforts to hold them back. “What could you possibly say that would change any of that?”

Nothing. She could say nothing.

(Kara is fairly sure she’s broken. Everything she touches seems to crumble away to dust. CatCo, her family, Mon-El, and on and on and on…

This has always been yet another thing she was destined to lose, destined to break because of her own cowardice.)

She has nothing to say in response that can change anything. And so, she settles for the truth. “I lost everything too. I lost you.”

Lena just stares for a moment, then she shakes her head. It’s clear she understands what Kara hasn’t said. It’s clear she can tell it’s the first purely honest thing Kara has ever uttered.

And it’s clear, utterly clear, it’s not enough.

“You can’t possibly think that changes anything,” she says, but she’s not yelling anymore. She sounds practically breathless.

(And Kara wonders, just for an idle moment, what things would be like had she confessed to Lena when there had been no lies between them, no loss, no betrayal.

She wonders, for a brief but tantalizing moment, if Lena would have accepted her jagged and cracked heart, those deft fingers quickly piecing it back together.)

“No, but I…I wanted you to know,” Kara says, swallowing hard and looking down.

Lena doesn’t speak again, but when Kara chances a look at her before she leaves the office (the same way she came in, ashamed and uninvited), her fingers twitch as though she wants to reach out.

And for now, Kara finds that that is enough.

#here’s some angst #cause I’m sad #supercorp #fanfic #asks #anon #prompts #rusty fanfic skills my apologies #also sorry for the very very long wait for me to answer your ask anon

[drenched-in-sunlight]

is it alright if you posted your freud? 🥺

i still have some ideas for him so i were waiting till i have 2 or 3 doodles to post a whole pile here (on twitter i post separate pieces), but sure here is how he is in my head!

#its deliberate that he looks kinda like an older sleazy version of rusty #ask #anon #reply

[the-whispers-of-death]

CONCEPT: maybe reader's a little intoxicated or otherwise not thinking straight before a match and slips in a quick "good luck" kiss for boxer!stone

either bro utterly gets his ass handed to him due to that being a major distraction OR he wins by a landslide. and then maybe asks for a "good job" kiss afterwards. thats probably the real trophy in his eyes

many thoughts, all of them about him...

~ rusty

You told Boxer!Stone "good luck" before a match and that man won in a landslide. All he could think about is that you gave him good luck, thus he had to win now. He had to be good, for you.

He was barely paying much attention in the match, simply letting his need to win for you overtake him. It was the fastest he has ever knocked out his opponent, it being over in a blink of an eye. He was subtly panting as he heard the referee declaring the match over after waiting to see if Stone's opponent got up and he didn't.

The screams and cheers of the audience was almost demeaning, but he could only see you. Everyone else be damned, they didn't matter when you stepped in the ring to congratulate him. He could barely feel the weight of his hard-earned trophy settling in his hands.

You were so close to him now, he could smell the cologne you put on to counteract the lingering smell of your last-minute, pre-match training session you had done with him hours before his match. Stone's thoughts were about how he could easily lean forward and downwards, press his lips against yours.

It took him a few seconds to register that was exactly what he had done, to register the feel of his lips against yours. The screams and cheers of the audience turned louder as you two kissed, but he couldn't hear it. You encompassed him, mind, body and soul.

The kiss was hungry, full of adrenaline and serotonin. You kissed back with the same amount of hunger, damned the way the media would write about this kiss between the popular boxer and his coach. All you could think about was that Stone was finally showing you emotion, and he was pouring it all into the kiss.

Eventually, you two had to break the kiss for air, a quick glance at the referee telling you that he was awkwardly standing in the ring the entire time you two kissed. You managed to make yourself presentable, leading a dazed-looking Stone towards the locker room. For sake of remaining as proper as you could be after that kiss, you didn't go into the locker room with him.

You glanced at the way cameras were all aimed at you, clearly having a field day with the amount of material you gave them with the kiss. You sighed.

Yeah, the fallout was going to be a bitch.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

#tyler's asks #tyler's inbox #tyler answers asks #answering asks #asks #task force 141 oc #call of duty oc #cod oc #task force 141 oc: stone #call of duty oc: stone #cod oc: stone #cod oc x reader #cod oc x male reader #oc x reader #oc x male reader #male oc x reader #male oc x male reader #stone x reader #stone x male reader #boxer!stone #coach!reader #I didn't know there was going to be a kiss scene in this until I wrote it #rusty anon #:)

[callmegaith]

Anon requests :D part 1/?????

#dale vandermeer #david eilander #thank u for your requests anon #hope u enjoy! #I'm still not done #I will get to the other requests soon enough #had so much fun drawing these!! #fandom: rusty lake

[squuote]

✍ sophie & jack

like father like daughter or something of the sort

#asks #ask game answers #the walten files #scribbles #anon #SMILES. i missed them #im so rusty at drawing them eek #i need to draw meat shop sophie. as a treat

[ughgoaway]

10,19 or 30 teacher!au 🥺 ps We’ve missed you!

- 🦑

omg hi, my love!!! I've missed YOU! very good choices, by the way, so I decided to include them all lol. I hope this is okay, I'm still a little rusty with writing, but I had fun writing this nonetheless :)

10- “You're so warm, and it turns me on so much”

19- character A holding character B’s hands as character B eats them out, fingers intertwined.

30- being ate out so good they can't stop the lewd noises coming from their mouth.

18+ below the cut please!! includes female receiving oral and general smut. 1.4k ish <3

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The sun pours in the bedroom window, streaks of sunlight falling over the duvet and illuminating your face, the soft glow of the light heating your cheeks. You can't remember a time you've felt this good before, curled up with Matty under his thick duvet, buried under the layers to avoid the harsh chill of the concrete bunker.

You can feel Matty pressed against you, his chest against your bare back. His skin is that perfect level of warmth that makes your head spin.

You can feel his curls brushing the back of your neck as he wakes up, moving his head down to start pressing kisses to your neck.

“Mmm, morning baby,” he mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

You feel his hips press forward as he instinctively moves his body closer to yours, and soon, the unmistakable shape of his hard dick is pressed against your ass. He didn't mean it suggestively, his caveman brain just though "get closer to girlfriend," but, the combination of feeling how warm he was against you, his scratchy morning voice, and the feeling of his erection pressing into you were already riling you up.

so you start plotting.

You know Annie is at a sleepover, and you don't have to pick her up until 12. Quickly, you flick your eyes open and read the numbers on Matty’s digital clock. 09:00 blinks back at you.

more than enough time for a morning quickie.

Your lips work against each other, desperately pressing and pulling. Matty nips at your bottom lip, smirking at your needy whimpers. Your hips have a mind of their own, grinding against Matty’s, pulling more moans from the two of you. you can feeling him growing harder with each circle of your hips, and you can't deny the feeling of power it gives you.

You flip over in bed, and before Matty can process your movements, your mouth is pressed against his. Your tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

He can't help but giggle at your immediate horniness, which gives you the perfect opportunity to press your tongue into his mouth, licking in his mouth in a way that steals any laughter Matty had in his chest and replaces it with needy groans.

as if he can sense your ego growing, Matty soon moves his knee between your thighs, pulling away and watching your jaw drop as his thigh touches your overheated core. All he can see is the whites of your eyes as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips moving needily against his bare leg.

every movement is intoxicating, bulding up the inate need you have for him every second. You can feel the slick from your inner thighs spreading over his hot skin, just warm enough to have you sighing happily and throwing your head back, “fuck.”

A pink flush covers your chest, spreading up and colouring your cheeks, a ruby-woo red that has Matty itching to kiss every inch of your skin. The throb between your thighs was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and love filled the room and it made your head fuzzy.

“What's got you so worked up, hmm? Dreaming of me?” Matty teases, moving his head down to your neck. Soon enough, his lips are travelling over your chest and neck, sucking meanly and then kissing each spot better.

You don't answer for a few seconds, too distracted by the feeling of matty against you, but a short nip on the junction of your neck and shoulder brings you back to earth a little.

You shake your head as much as you can as Matty assaults your neck with hickies, “no, it's just-” you sigh breathily, trying to force the words stuck in your chest.

"You're so warm, and it turns me on so much,” you just manage to get out. Almost cutting yourself off with a moan as matty sucks a dark purple mark just behind your ear.

Matty pulls himself out from your neck, the same pretty pink of your cheeks covered his, and his curls were sticking on end from your hands desperately carding through them. You can see the glow of his skin in the gentle light of the sun, and all you want to do is trace every freckle on his skin with the tip of your tongue. but before you can he's dipping below the duvet and finding his place between your thighs (his favourite place, if hes honest).

You pull the blanket back to see Matty’s face, he leans his head on your thigh, looking up at you with blissed-out eyes. His once brown irises are almost black, blown out with lust.

“Yeah? You get turned on by me baby? Fuck, you're so hot. Lemme eat you out, make you feel good.” he asks, smirking at your reaction.

His calloused fingertips dip below the poor excuse for shorts you're wearing, pulling them down as fast as he can manage. The fabric once touching your skin is quickly replaced by his lips, moving over every inch of you, except the place you need him most.

Your head suddenly doesn't feel attached to your neck, but still, you manage a slack nod. A gasp falls from your chest as soon as you feel his overheated lips pressing kisses up your thighs.

Matty's fingers slide up your hips. When he reaches your waist, his thumbs press meanly into your skin, swirling and teasing you with every touch.

“Mattyyyy,” you whine, drawing out his name in an attempt to convince him to put his mouth on you. 

“Patience baby, why don't you hold my hand if you're so desperate for me? Good things come to girls who wait, you know,” Matty teases, moving one hand from your waist up to grip your own, your fingers sliding together and interlocking easily.

You squeeze his hands 3 times, a signal you two had created to say “I love you” without actually saying it. Matty continues his movements on your skin, but you still feel the same 3 squeezes back. Your eyes flick down to his, and you can see the love swimming in his eyes.

Thankfully, Matty soon gives you mercy, licking a flat stripe up your core and moaning at the musky taste of you overtaking his senses. He starts to eat you out like a man starved. Not giving you a moments ready before fucking you with his tongue, and smirking at the broken gasp that is ripped from your chest. You can’t help but squirm at the feeling, goosebumps erupting over your body.

He continues leaves you no time to breathe, using the hand thats unoccupied to slide down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. Lewd noises fall from your lips, every movement from Matty pulls more whimpers and whines out of you, each one more desperate than the last.

You feel an electric current running through you, and as Matty drags his eyes up to meet yours and you feel like you've been shocked. You can see a mixture of your slick and his saliva on his chin, the filthy smirk covering his lips as his tongue works against you.

much to your dismay, his fingers slide down from your clit just as you were about to cum. A disgruntled whine falls from your lips, but it's soon replaced by a shuddering gasp as Matty slides the very same fingers inside you, stretching you out with two of his digits.

You feel him move his head up, but shifting your head from being thrown back feels like a herculean task right now. However, before you can even try to move, you're gasping and jolting your head up, looking down at Matty as he sucks your clit. He smiles as he starts teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking bundle of nerves harshly.

The hand holding Matty’s tightens and has a vice-like grip. Your eyes shoot open, and your jaw slack as every centimetre of his fingers enter you, finding places you couldn't dream of.

He curls his fingers cruelly, pumping them mercilessly, watching in awe as you writhe and moan above him. The heat spreading under your skin was becoming unbearable, the rubber band inside you being pulled tighter and tighter with every move Matty made.

Eventually Matty pulls away, resting his face on your shaking thigh as aftershocks rattle through you, the bottom half of his face is wet, and a sly smirk covers his cheeks.

You can't bare holding on any longer at the feeling, and you fall apart under him. Your hand gripping his becomes inexplicably tighter, and you're sure it's hurting like a bitch for Matty, but you honestly can't bring yourself to care right now.

Your hips move desperately against his face, grinding and circling as pleasure rattles through you. matty keeps working your clit and thrusting his fingers inside of you, studying the way you cry and crumble at his movements.

“Good morning,” he says cheekily, pecking your thigh as you giggle above him.

“Definitely a good morning, fucking hell,” you say breathlessly, closing your eyes in bliss as Matty sits between your thighs, looking up at you with enough love to make anyone completely lovesick.

#this is; bad. #but its DONE #so WHATEVER #im sorryyyyy #rusty at writing and still i said “no lets write lots of smut” #bro WHY #🦑 anon #anon! #teacher au! #matty healy smut

[bravevulnerability]

hey bv, you are so missed. if there's any chance you'd ever write again, please write something based on your favorite song.

A/N: set post season 4, after the events of Headhunters (4x21). Favorite song (of the moment): 'The Alcott' by The National (feat. Taylor Swift).

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“I get myself twisted in threads to meet you at the alcott I'd go to the corner in the back where you'd always be And there you are, sitting as usual with your golden notebook Writing something about someone Who used to be me”

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Her heart leaps to her throat at the sight of him, gunshot wound throbbing in time with her pulse. She’s circled back to their swings more times than she can count in the last year, but never did she expect to find them occupied. Not by him. 

“Castle?”

His gaze jerks up to meet hers, his eyes clouded like the skies overhead. The notebook open on his knee snaps shut and his spine straightens. 

“Beckett.” Her name scrapes past his lips, over heart abraded heart, and then he’s shooting to his feet. “Kate,” he amends, a tad warmer but still guarded. 

She swallows and takes a step towards him. “What’re you doing here?” she asks, her lips threatening to quirk at the mere sight of him, the simple fact that she’s interacting with him after over a year of… nothing. 

She lied, he left, and that was it. He stopped coming to the precinct, ignored the single call she made to him weeks after, and she took it as her sign to stop. To, for once, just leave it alone. 

He stopped wanting her. Somewhere between the blondes, the replacement cops, and the blatant chill of his silence, she got the hint. But her heart never really did. 

He arches his brow and she recovers quickly. 

“I mean, I thought you had a new book coming out today,” she explains, noting the flannel draped across his chest, the faded jeans clinging to his waist. Not at all dressed for a day of photos and glamor. 

“Ah, yeah,” he sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck, a sheepish expression claiming his face. “I may have played hooky. Phone’s on silent, so I’m not sure how much trouble I’m in.”

Kate gnaws on her bottom lip. “Mind if I sit?”

She watches his throat ripple, his eyes flicker to the empty swing beside him. 

“Of course not,” he replies, gingerly returning to his own swing, notebook pressed close to his sternum. 

He waits until she’s seated, swaying gently beside him. “How’d you know about the new book?”

She scoffs, digs the heels of her sneakers into the dying grass at their feet. Winter still has the park colored lifeless, naked branches and dead leaves scattered all around them.

“Just because we aren’t… I didn’t just start hating your books, Castle,” she chuckles ruefully. 

The corner of his mouth twitches, just barely. “Well, I’d recommend skipping this one anyway. Not worth your time.”

“What? New muse giving you trouble?” she teases, but he blows out a breath. 

“No new muses, Beckett,” he mutters, some of that familiar ice lining his words. “You should know that.”

“I should?” she echoes, tilting her head in askance. “Because we’ve really been keeping up with one another well enough for that?”

His gaze turns stony at that, any hints of blue gone and fading to grey. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Kate.”

“Me?” she snaps, incredulous, feeling that familiar pulse of a fire building in her chest. “You’re the one who disappeared. You’re the one who went radio silent on me before you even left.”

“Just taking a page out of your book,” he murmurs, the words cruel but his voice lacking the venom necessary to land the blow. 

Castle stands from the swings, his attention on the street ahead, and her legs follow, her hand reaching for him without thinking.

“I deserve that,” she states, fingers snagging the soft edge of his shirt. He stills, squaring his jaw against her. “But I also feel like I deserve an explanation.”

“For what?" he demands, but still fails to look back at her. "For trying to move on, for preserving my dignity?”

Her fingers tighten, refusing to let go. “This is what I’m talking about. Ever since the bombing case, you were so angry with me and then you left, you - you didn’t even say goodbye.”

“I couldn’t,” he growls, wiping a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I was in love with you, Kate. Is that what you want to hear? That I loved you so damn much, that I was stupid enough to think you might love me back, until I heard you knew all along - what I said when you were shot.” Her heart plummets to her stomach, sinking into the acid of her gut, shriveling to nothing. Castle finally meets her eyes, the anger she so fiercely remembers gone. Nothing but resignation left. “You lied to me. I don’t know if it was to spare my feelings, or because you were embarrassed - it doesn’t matter. Especially now.”

He gently unhooks the slackened fingers from his side. 

“So there’s your explanation,” he mumbles. “And here’s your goodbye, Kate.”

“No,” she rasps, clearing her throat. “Castle, no.”

But he’s already walking away from her.

“Do you want to know the first time I felt it?” she stutters out, clutching the v-neck of her shirt, clutching the thin material shielding her scar.

Castle’s back is to her, but he stops, waits, and sighs. Giving in to her.

“Felt what, Beckett?”

“That I might - that I was at risk of falling in love with you?”

His shoulders shift at that, not quite relaxed but lowering from their hunched defense. 

“The day Dick Coonan tried to shoot you,” she recalls aloud, willing her voice to hold steady. “There was so much at stake that day, but the idea of you getting hurt, especially over me? It scared me in a way I’d never felt before. And then, when you came to the precinct that night, when we sat at my desk and had dinner together, I just - I felt it,” she confesses, her fingers instinctively twining around the chain at her neck. “I just wanted you with me.”

Castle hesitates, but allows the sway of his body towards her, the subtle shift of his step to see her. 

“Since then?” he murmurs, the question barely loud enough for her to hear. 

“Since then,” she confirms, the tight coil of nerves in her chest loosening ever so slightly. “It was the beginning of me recognizing it for what it could be, but every morning you showed up, with a coffee for me, with a smile, I just - god, it scared the shit out of me how I started to feel about you even then, Castle.”

A strangled, breathless sound, something akin to a laugh, skitters past his lips. 

“I know the feeling,” he breathes, chancing a tentative step towards her. “Kate, I-”

“Richard Castle, I am going to strangle you!” The hiss of a woman’s voice breaks the careful words between them. Kate glances to her left to see his agent - Paula, she thinks - storming towards him in a bright fuchsia dress and platform purple heels that sink into the ground. “Do you know how many people have been waiting on you? Do you know how long? Hours, Rick. Hours!”

“Oh no,” Castle expels under his breath, eyes darting between Kate and his agent. “Kate-”

“Remember that brunch place on Greenwich you took me to once? That day we had a murder in the village?” 

He blinks, blue eyes sparkling with memory. “Elephants and Castle?”

“Yes. Meet me tomorrow?” she asks, letting the hope bleed onto her lips, into her eyes. “We can get coffee, maybe talk?”

“Yes, yes,” he agrees, stumbling over the single word. 

“Richard. Castle. I swear to god-”

“Paula, I am coming,” he growls, an impatience to him she almost forgot about, shooting the other woman a fierce look. 

“One. Minute,” she growls back, pivoting sharply on her heel and storming towards the sidewalk. 

“You okay with noon?” he asks hurriedly. 

“Yeah, noon’s perfect,” she murmurs, feeling her lips curling beneath the pin of her teeth. 

His face mirrors hers, the two of them smiling like little kids with crushes on the playground. And for a lovely moment, it's as if the past, the pain, never existed.

“Hey,” she breathes, reaching for his hand, squeezing his fingers. “Thank you. For giving me a chance.”

Those blue eyes trip down to their hands, staring in something close to wonder as his large palm engulfs her slim fingers.

He squeezes back, strokes his thumb along the heel of her palm as they part. 

“Until tomorrow, Beckett.”

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I sit there silently waiting for you to look up I see you smile when you see it's me I had to do something to break into your golden thinking How many times will I do this and you'll still believe?

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His heart is rabbiting in his chest, his knee bouncing beneath the cover of the table, shaking his chair. A few of the other patrons shoot him a look of annoyance, but he can’t help it. He hasn’t stopped thinking about her, writing about her in that stupid notebook dedicated to her, since their run in at the swings yesterday. 

He breezed through the remainder of his book release event, signing autographs and taking photos on autopilot. His thoughts spattered with images of her - both new and old. She implied she loved him, loved him back, and now the last five years are tinted in a new shade of optimism.

What if it isn't too late for them after all?

Castle glances hopefully to the entry when he hears the whoosh of the door opening. The weather is uncertain today - grey clouds imposing on the sky yet again, bloated and threatening rain to accompany the winds tunneling through the city. Kate shoves the glass door open with her shoulder, her hair windblown and long, whipping against her too sharp cheeks, the collarbones protruding through her sweater. 

He waits, watching her gaze eagerly take in the room, searching for him, setting alight once she finds him. It makes his breath catch. 

She strides through the quaint restaurant, sliding in across from him in the wooden booth 

“Hey, Castle,” she smiles, tentative, nervous. Not something he’s used to seeing on her, especially not for him. “How are you? And how have you been? I feel terrible for not managing to ask you yesterday.”

He almost teases her for the attempt at small talk, but her expression is so open to him, so beseeching. 

“I think yesterday took us both off guard. Who needs manners in the face of a reunion?” 

She chuckles. “Well, the question stands nonetheless.”

He hesitates, but proceeds to tell her bits and pieces of the last year - Alexis’s graduation, her move to California to attend Stanford, his mother’s persistent presence in his life and the new love interest that has her out of the loft more often than not. He leaves out much talk of his career, ashamed of the swan dive into despair his writing skills have taken. He goes to ask about her, about the Twelfth, but as if sensing it, she steers him away from conversation about her own life. 

“How’d the rest of the book event go?”

He winces. “Well, let’s just say I’m on my third strike with Black Pawn.”

“Third, huh?” She arches a single brow at him. “Been getting into trouble without me, Rick?”

The flare of teasing in her eyes, in the curve of her mouth, is so dazzling in its familiarity. It’s like a punch to the gut, realizing how many pieces of her he’s been missing. 

“Well, not legally. Just some missed deadlines and events here and there,” he muses, nodding to the waiter who catches his attention over Beckett’s shoulder. “I ordered us lattes.”

The steaming mugs are placed in front of them, menus left on the edge of the table. She glances down, pleased. 

“And if you’re hungry-”

“I think I’m okay,” she murmurs, chewing on her bottom lip in that maddening habit she apparently hasn’t dropped. “I just have a lot I need to say.”

He bridges his fingers beneath his chin to stop them from shaking. “Gonna tell me about another time in our partnership that I won you over?”

He’s teasing, but she purses her lips, as if bracing herself. Oh, she is-

“When my apartment blew up. A little before, actually,” she confesses on a chuckle that wobbles its way out of her throat. “But that day… while I appreciated the heroics, it was more so the way you were there for me afterwards.”

He watches intently as she lowers her eyes to the billowing steam of her coffee, lashes kissing her cheeks and hiding her eyes. 

“You had this way of knowing what I needed, how much to push, when to take a step back.” Her mouth softens into a mournful curve. “It bothered me back then. I hated how in sync we were.”

“Hated how much you liked me.”

“Yes,” she sighs, but there’s a smirk tugging at her lips. “I did.”

The rawness of her honesty takes him off guard. As far as he knows, Beckett has only actually lied to him about one major event, but regardless, she has always been guarded. Never one to share or let people in. He’s certain he was an exception in learning as much as he did about her. But to have her sit before him, answering his subtle teases and nudges of inquiries with directness… it's nearly enough to startle him. 

But it isn’t merely openness on her face, vulnerability in her eyes, it’s determination, too. 

“Is that why… Demming, Josh?” 

Her palms cradle her mug then, her head nodding softly. “Yeah. It was… easier. How’d you put it - one foot out the door relationships?”

“I’m guilty of them too,” he says, needing to ease the frown claiming her lips, the obvious discomfort his question evoked. “I mean, my entire relationship with Gina… just that summer alone, all I could think about was you. It was all only ever because I couldn’t have you.”

“Oh, Castle,” she sighs, his name such a sorrowful sound on her lips. “What’s done is done, but we both wasted so much time.”

He echoes her exhale and reaches across the table, presses his knuckles against hers. Her skin is hot, radiating warmth stolen from the mug, and he lets it seep into his own skin. 

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? To stop that?”

“I thought I was here to win you over,” she murmurs, tongue in cheek, and he can’t help the smile it elicits. The genuine smile that cracks his cheeks for the first time in nearly twelve months.

“You definitely set that in motion yesterday,” he chuckles, fitting his knuckles in closer against hers, letting the bones slot into place against hers. “The woman I loved for the last five years telling me there’s a chance? I couldn’t walk away from that.”

“It’s not a chance, Castle,” she says adamantly, her demeanor shifting, eyes glittering with resolve. “It’s a sure thing. You found out I heard you at Montgomery’s funeral.” And wow, she’s really just diving right into it, huh? “That’s what I’m assuming you mean when you accuse me of lying?”

His lips purse. “Yeah.”

Her hand abandons the coffee cup, disrupting his touch only to reclaim it, clutching his fingers with a gentle ferocity that she’s always owned. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, thumb stroking back and forth over his knuckles now. “I never wanted to hurt you, Rick. I hope you can believe that much.”

“I - my first thought wasn’t that you were doing it out of malice,” he manages, his mouth dry. “I just assumed you didn’t feel the same way.”

“Maybe ask next time?” she huffs before shooting him an apologetic cast of her gaze. “I didn’t feel like I was ready to love you the way I wanted to.”

He catches her thumb with his own, twining them. “In what way, Kate?”

He needs her to say it, to be as clear as possible. The last thing they can afford is another misunderstanding. 

Beckett shifts, her shoulders threatening to jump to her ears. Self-conscious, uncertain, scared. They were both so afraid of each other. 

“In a way that would last,” she breathes out, meeting his eyes with need in hers - the need for him to understand, to reassure, to reciprocate. “I didn’t want one foot out the door with you, Castle. I wanted to be all in. And I couldn’t do that with a hole in my chest and the PTSD flare ups, with Montgomery dead and my mom’s case feeling closer than ever, yet so far away at the same time.”

“You needed time,” he surmises softly, watching her nod grateful and slow. 

“I know we talked on the swings, but maybe we - I should have been more clear. But it all felt so raw, I didn’t want to touch it,” she confesses, squeezing his hand. “If I could go back… if I knew a year ago that this is why you were leaving me? God, Castle,” she rasps, lifting her eyes to the ceiling. “This past year without you has sucked.”

A laugh startles out of him, drawing a tiny smile from her own mouth to the surface. 

“Consider the sentiment shared,” he chuckles, tugging at her hand, but she winces - nearly gasps - at the movement. “Beckett?”

“Just sore,” she assures him, the smile on her lips waning. “Busy week at work.”

But her eyes have left him, falling back to the safety net of coffee growing cold. There’s something she’s not telling him, something she’s avoiding saying. 

“Beckett,” he murmurs, narrowing his gaze on her. “Kate, tell me.”

“Just… the guy who shot me.” She gently disentangles her hand from his. “We caught a lead last week and me and Espo went after him.”

He sucks in a harsh breath. 

“I ended up chasing him onto a rooftop. He - he threw me over the edge of the building, got away. Ryan found us, pulled me up before I could fall,” she explains, fingers knotting in front of her. He sees it now, the mottled bruising on her wrist, the stray cut along her throat, the purpling green hiding behind the layers of hair whispering along her forehead. 

“You… you’re never going to stop,” he realizes aloud, scrubbing a hand at his jaw, the stubble growing there. “That’s why they keep coming after you, Kate. Montgomery tried to ensure your survival with that package and you just-”

“Excuse me?” 

He blinks, realizing his error too late. They never had the chance to talk about this.

“Castle,” she says calmly, but he can hear the quaking of her voice. “What package?”

“Kate-”

“No,” she snaps, quiet but firm, a hint of interrogation in her voice. “You want open and honest, Castle? Well, so do I. Now what’re you talking about?”

It’s the worst possible thing he could do, letting this information slip, but it’s already too late. She won’t let it go. 

So he tells her. Tells her everything about Montgomery’s friend, Smith, and how the other man struck a deal with the people behind her mother’s murder, her own shooting. How there was only one condition to her maintained safety, her survival, how she was supposed to back off. 

For a long moment, there is silence, stillness, the sounds of the restaurant muted around them. 

She won’t look at him. 

“Are you a part of this?” she questions, her voice ragged and scraping along his sternum. 

“I just - I wanted to keep you safe.”

He feels the wall resurrect.

“You… cut a deal for my life, like I’m some kind of child,” she whispers, her jaw squaring sharp enough to slice. “Have the audacity to lecture me, to call me a liar, to walk out of my life for it, and all along…” The irises of her gaze have gone dark. “You were a liar too.”

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I'll ruin it all over (Read my sentence out loud) And over like I always do ('Cause I love this curse on our house)

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“Kate!”

She can barely breathe past the lump in her throat.

“Kate, stop!”

She keeps walking - practically jogging - down the sidewalk. She isn’t sure where she’s going, only that she needs to be away, away from him, from this damning new knowledge, from the hypocrisy of it all. It hurts too much.

She clocks the street. If she just crosses over to 7th Avenue, she can lose him at the next subway platform. 

But he isn’t keeping a bad pace. 

“This isn’t fair,” he calls after her, a lot closer than she hoped. It doesn’t matter now, though, because that has her spinning on her heel, slamming her fists into his chest when he smacks into her. 

“Fair?” she snarls, but he’s catching her wrists before she can shove him away. “That entire year, I needed a lead, and you kept it from me.”

“Kate, you need to listen to me,” he argues, walking backwards and jerking her along with him, off the public sidewalk and into a park. Perfect, she can abandon her heart in yet another playground.

“Listen to you?” she growls, ripping her hands from his grasp. “How am I even supposed to trust anything you’re saying to me right now?”

“How-” His chest heaves with a deep breath. “Because of everything we’ve been through together! You think you were the only one who was terrified of loving someone so much? You are the most… remarkable, maddening, challenging, frustrating person I have ever met and I have loved you damn near since the moment I saw you.”

His words batter her chest like a hammer to her ribs, splintering down her sternum, eviscerating the remnants of her heart. 

“When I was drowning in the death of Derrick Storm, with no inspiration, you came walking into my life like something I never knew I needed. Everything that followed, the four years of nearly dying on a regular basis, and - save for my child - there was nothing I wanted more than you.”

Kate scrapes a hand through her hair, paces towards a small garden in the park's center, a tiny pond of koi fish. Her bruises are throbbing with awareness, her fractured wrist aching, her brittle bones yearning for rest. The night before last, before she ended up finding her way back to a place she thought of as theirs and finding him by some chance that felt like a miracle, she should have died. It was enough to inspire her to reevaluate her life, to consider what she might want more than unattainable justice for her mother, for herself. To finally face just how much she wanted him. 

“I can’t pinpoint the moment I knew I was falling for you, Kate. But I knew when I was done for.”

“Castle, stop,” she rasps, swiping fingers to the paper thin skin beneath her eye, catching any moisture before it can fall. 

“The night Ryan and I were kidnapped by Tyson, when you burst through the door, sat with me out by the pool, I just remember thinking… this is all I need.” Kate glares up at the sky, willing away the stupid sting in her eyes, focusing on the darkening of the clouds instead. “And a few weeks later, when I kissed you… god, there was no going back. All I could think about was how I was going to do it again.”

“Stop,” she hisses, turning on her heel. But he’s watching her with such a striking ache in his eyes, mercurial and shimmering.

“The freezer, Montgomery’s funeral, the bank - all of it was some sick reminder from the universe of how much time I was wasting not being with you.” Castle advances on her slowly. She stands her ground, arms banded tightly at her chest. “Every time we nearly died, all I could think about was you.”

He stands a breath away from her now, towering over her by a few inches without her heels. 

“Tell me you didn’t feel the same.”

Her teeth clench as she forces a swallow down her dry throat. 

“I’m not going to lie again,” she admits on a rasp, holding the defiance in his eyes with her own. “But you left, Castle. And maybe it was for the best after all.”

His palms cup her shoulders before she can brush past him, anticipating her move before she can make it. 

“Did you fall out of love with me this past year? Because I’m damn sure still in love with you, Kate.”

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I tell you the truth (Could it be easy this once?) It's the last thing you wanted (Everything that's mine is a landmine) It's the first thing I do (Did my love aid and abet you?) I tell you that I think I'm falling Back in love with you

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“That - that doesn’t matter,” she whispers, the fight dripping out of her. Her fingers curl around his arm, ready to dismantle his hold on her at last, but his hands are already leaving her shoulders. Moving to cup her face. “Rick-”

He’s kissing her before she can think to back away, palms cradling her cheeks and mouth slanting over hers. Her body practically sinks into him, into his kiss, into the unique taste of home and reprieve only he has ever given her. The moan escapes unbidden and low, just like it did the first time, and her fingers fist in the sleeves of his shirt, pulling him closer. 

Her back connects with the nearest tree, spine arching, chest connecting with his. Castle hums and splays his palms at her shoulder blades, soothes her bottom lip between his. She rises on her toes, arms lacing around his neck as she kisses him back, deep and slow. Everything she’s wanted since he walked away from her.

“It matters,” he breathes against her lips, bumping his nose against hers. “I love you, Kate. Tell me that still means something.”

For a horrifying moment, she fears she’s started to cry, but the water on her cheek has Castle looking to the sky. 

“It’s starting to rain,” he sighs, his fingers scaling her sides, curling at her hip bones. 

“Then take me home,” she husks, unable to help the quirk of her lips when his gaze flashes back to her like lightning. She lifts her hand to his cheek, trails tentative fingers down his skin, tracing the angle of his jaw. She wants to learn every inch of him. “Because I want you to know just how much it means to me."

His hips bump against hers as he allows his hands to converge at the base of her vertebrae, arms coiling tightly around her and sealing her in close. 

She grins as she tilts her chin to kiss him once more, savoring the familiar heat of his mouth on hers, the perfect fit of his lips. The stray droplets are turning into a drizzle, but she doesn’t hurry the work of her mouth against his. 

“So take me home,” she picks up, glancing up to meet the gorgeous blue of those eyes she's missed. “Fall back in love with me completely.”

#castle fanfiction #castle au #kate beckett #richard castle #season 4 #castle #prompt #anon #mine #the national #taylor swift #this feels terrifying #but so comforting at the same time #I have not written in ages #so please forgive the rustiness