kate beckett + hairbun ♡ [1/?]

Best. Ending. Ever.

Glenn Rhee in The Walking Dead Season 6 Episode 13 | The Same Boat

Laura told me to write the thing, and then Alex encouraged me to write the thing. So @elenatonras and @castlefanfics this is for you. (True friends dedicate smut to each other. It’s a fact.)

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She should have known better. She’s known him long enough, been sleeping with him long enough, to know that him presenting her with new underwear in the middle of the week was not normal. Nor was his insistence that yes she should definitely opt to wear them today. Even putting them on, she should have realized that something wasn’t quite right about them. But she’s been feeling so guilty lately. Guilty about all of the lying and sneaking around. So she lets him have this…whatever this is.

But really, she should have known better.

She’s just barely touched the mountain of paperwork she has to get done for the day when his name lights up her caller ID.

“Castle, what -”

“Are you in your office?” he asks, cutting her off.

“Yeah, why?”

“And are you alone?”

“Castle, why is that -”

“Yes or no, are you alone?”

“Yes, I’m alone. What’s going on?”

“Close the door if it isn’t already.”

“It’s closed. Why does that matter? Castle -”

And then she feels it. The subtle vibration between her legs. Where the hell is that coming from?

“Castle what the -”

The vibrations increase, forcing her to pay attention to them and their centered location around her clit. She lets out a little gasp of a breath, instinctively pushing her hips against the vibration.

“What did you do?” she finally manages to grit out without interruption.

“Vibrating underwear. Controlled by this nifty little remote I have with me.” She can practically hear his damn smirk through the phone. “You like?”

“Castle, I’m at work.”

“That’s why I made sure you were alone.”

She exhales through her nose as the speed kicks up another notch, feeling her arousal start to take hold.

“Where are you? Surely that thing can’t be working all the way from the loft.”

“Don’t worry about where I am. Just pretend that I’m there, making you wet. Although technically, I am the one doing that.”

Her eyes slam shut as he increases the speed again, hips rolling into the bullet, seeking a release she hadn’t realized she needed this morning. He was going to pay for this. Somehow. Eventually. Right after she finished -

“Cas -” she pants the first syllable of his name as the vibrations get even more intense and her fingers grip the armrests of her chair.  

The vibrations aren’t solely focused on her clit anymore, but racing back and forth across her labia as well. She moans into the phone, her hips chasing the pattern of the vibration.

“That’s it, Beckett,” she can hear him coaxing her from the other line. “Relax and give into it. Come for me.”

His voice in her ear does her in and she lets herself fall apart, a gasping breath forcing its way out of her lungs as the vibrations hone in on her clit as she comes. Thing must come equipped with multiple vibration patterns. And he knows her. Knows exactly what button to push or string to pluck to send her spiraling over the edge. Even over the phone he knows her, reading only her breathing patterns and her moans. She finds herself wondering if she knows him just as well as the vibrations start to fade and her breathing becomes less erratic.

“Good?” Castle asks.

“Pretty intense for a pair of underwear,” she breathes.

“Well worth their cost then,” he says and she can hear that his smirk is back. “Have fun today, Captain.”

She feels panic start to knot in her gut. “Castle, wait. You don’t really plan to -”

But he’s already hung up, leaving her to wonder when exactly she’ll feel the vibrations next.

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