#castle imagine

[specialagentlokitty]

Beckett x reader - cold love

Staring at the small group in front of you, you laughed slightly, shaking your head.

“Oh hell no.”

“(Y/N) please you’re the only one who fits this guys type.” Beckett said.

“No.”

“Seriously? Not even for free concert tickets?” Castle grinned a little.

“I have money castle I can buy my own no issue.”

Gates sighed and they all turned to her.

“Detective (L/N) you may be the only person who can get close enough to our suspect. We may only have one shot at this.”

You looked at your captain and nodded your head, knowing that this wasn’t a request for you to think about it.

She was telling you that you needed to go undercover.

You were angry about it of course, but you knew there was no arguing in a situation like this.

So, you just went to go and get ready for uncover.

“Can you even dance?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you dancing, you’re not good at it.”

You glared at the two men, sticking up your middle finger at them.

“Yes, I can dance. Okay?” You snapped.

You adjusted your blazer and walked into the conference room to adjust your tie and such, and the door was opened and closed.

“We’ll have eyes on you at all times and if anything happens we’ll be right there.” Beckett said.

“That doesn’t make me feel better but thanks I guess.” You grumbled.

Beckett sighed, walking in front of you.

She swatted your hands away from the tie and she began to do it for you.

“I know you don’t like this, but it’s our only hope.”

“Well you better hope he kills me, because I’m so pissed with all of you right now Beckett.”

With that, you snatched the ticket from her hand and marched your way there.

Of course while you were there you spotted everybody immediately, Castle, Beckett, Esposito, Ryan, and a few plain clothed officers scattered around the room.

You were stood where your ticket told you to stand, and you waited patiently.

Of course, as a masked event this would make everything harder, and the dancers couldn’t talk to one another to remain anonymous to everybody.

It was all about swapping dance partners until you found your suspect, and alerting your team.

Every five minutes, a bell would sound, and you swapped to the right.

Beckett was stood at the bar, narrowing her eyes a little as you swapped partners again.

“I really didn’t think (Y/N) could dance.” Castle whispered.

Beckett carefully watched you.

“There’s something about it…”

“What do you mean?” Castle asked.

Beckett glanced at him before she turned her attention back to you.

“Familiar… I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Beckett saw the slight movement of your hand, and nodded her head to castle.

“We’ve got our guy, let’s go before (Y/N) gets hurt.”

Cops slowly to surround you, and before you could do anything there was a knife to your throat.

People ran screaming, and everything seemed to become slow motion and all so fast at the same time.

Shouting.

Guns.

A pain.

Suddenly you were on the floor, gasping for air as you stared up at ceiling, you reached out, grabbing somebody who came over and you pinned them to the ground.

Sitting on them, you stared down, blood hitting their skin.

“You’re okay..” Beckett whispered.

You clenched your jaw a bit.

“I told you I didn’t want to do this.” You hissed.

Slamming her into the ground you stood up, pushing anybody away who tried to help you and you headed to your car.

You drove back to your apartment and went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

The wound wasn’t back, it was a cut but nothing serious enough to need hospital attention, you just put a bandaid over it and went to get changed.

You were furious with them for making you go undercover.

They knew why you didn’t want to, but yet you still had no choice, so for days you refused to go into the office.

But you eventually you got bored of being holed up in your apartment and you went to the only place you could think.

The air inside was cold, but it was refreshing for you, it was nice.

Your foot stepped on the ice, and you walked out, taking a deep breath.

“I knew there was a reason your dancing was so familiar.”

You glanced to the edge of the rink.

You pulled the headphones out of your pocket and put them on.

“(Y/N) come on.” Beckett sighed.

She watched as you secured your phone in your pocket and she sighed creating on the edge of the rink.

She was right.

The reason why you seemed so familiar when facing it was because it was.

She had seen you dance before, but she just never realised it was you.

But every single move you made she knew it, she would know what your next move was going to be.

She was in awe as she watched you move with such each, fluid motions.

Beckett smiled a little bit, resting her chin on her arms as she watched you.

When you stopped, she saw you looked at her and she gestured for you to take your headphones off.

You pulled them down and skated over.

“What?”

“This is why you wouldn’t dance, because someone would recognise you right?”

“World famous as a kid, it’s a hard thing to get rid off…” you mumbled.

“Come on, it’s not that back. You were really good you know. i used to want to skate like you do.”

You scoffed a bit.

“It’s not as easy as you think.”

Beckett sighed.

“I’m sorry we made you go undercover, especially after last time. But I want you to know I’ve always got your back.”

“That’s not the point Beckett, I said I didn’t want to! And you still made me!”

You pushed yourself away.

Beckett called out for you and she placed a foot unsurely on the ice.

“Beckett seriously? You’re not even wearing skates.”

Beckett placed another unsure foot on the ice.

“Hey stop before your dumbass falls over.”

Beckett slowly stood up and you realised she was wearing skates, she just couldn’t skate, because you watched her wobble a bit before she fell over.

Sighing, you made your way over and held your hands out to her.

“I’ll be here all night.” She grinned.

She let you help pull her up, and you crossed your arms, skating away from her.

“No! Seriously! Come on!”

“I’m still pissed at you.”

“Don’t leave me stranded I know you love me!”

You made your way back over to her, grabbing her hands and gently pulled her along after you.

“Oh… no.. no.. not away from the sides!”

You laughed a little at Beckett.

“You want a penguin to help you? Maybe a harness?” You taunted.

Beckett slapped your shoulder.

“Just… don’t let me fall over…”

You rolled your eyes a bit.

“No promises.”

Beckett looked at you as you looked behind you to make sure the coast was clear, and she ran her finger along the bandaid in your neck.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered.

“It’s just a scratch.”

“(Y/N)…”

You turned your eyes to her.

Putting an arm around her waist you moved your other hand to her face, gently running your thumb along her cheek.

“It’s okay…”

“It’s not. You didn’t want to go, we shouldn’t have made you it was wrong, and I’m so sorry.”

Smiling, you placed her head on your shoulder, still skating backwards with her in your arm.

“Kate it’s okay, I’m not angry at you anymore. Gates, sure. But not you.”

Beckett furrowed her brows, lifting her head.

“You’ve been ignoring my calls for days.”

You laughed a little.

“Yeah, I lost my phone somewhere.”

She sighed, shaking her head as little.

“Of course you did.”

Kissing her forehead you smiled softly at her.

“I love you Kate, I couldn’t stay mad at you. But you suck at ice skating.”

“Okay I’m not a world pro like you.” She huffed.

You smiled at her, leaning forward to kiss her before you pulled away.

“I still love you.”

“Good.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck, and you settled yours on her waist.

Beckett smiled softly, placing her forehead on yours.

She knew that you wouldn’t be angry at her for long, but she still felt bad about it, but after everything that had happened between the pair of you she couldn’t bare to even think you would be mad at her even a little bit

[stanathanxoox]

Times Square

linking arms when walking around together - Richard Castle x reader

The two of you are walking through Times square, it was incredibly busy, bustling with tourists and street performers. But as you walked Richard had linked his arms through yours so as not to lose you in the crowd. The reason you had come down here was because his latest book was being advertised on the screens on Time square and he wanted to get a picture of himself and you with it to post on his social media to say that he had spotted it. His manager had told him earlier this morning about the fact that it was happening and so he had waited until you had finished work to drag you out here to do it. You didn’t have to wait long, as the whole of Time square lit up with advertising of the latest Richard Castle book, and reviews. Both you and Richard pull out your phones and angle it right so that you can get the pictures you want, making sure to take a couple before you drop Richard’s arm and take a video of him and the billboards all advertising his book a wide smile on his face and you can’t help but say

“I’m so proud of you baby” and he turns to you and beams at you whispering his thanks.

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[oneshotnewbie]

HI IM A NEW ANON AND I WOULD LIKE TO ASK YOU!!! so, you do kate beckett x reader right....! may i request if possible

kate beckett x fem!reader angst to fluff?

lmk if u want me to be more specific <33

- ❤️‍🩹anon

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of torture, blood, physical violence, cutting & stabbing. The plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Summary: When the young NYPD detective is captured along with her partner, the culprit takes a liking on you. The aftermath of this mission had certainly been the worst she had ever experienced with you, but she had to admit that there was also a good side to it.

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Kate and you were brutally tied up and hung with your arms over your head from a steel beam in a basement. Deep cuts adorned your body and the spot on your stomach was spattered with copious amounts of blood that still seemed to ooze slightly from your injury.

Kate had small scrapes and scratches all over; a laceration on her left temple, the contents of which had already spilled down the side of her head and was slowly drying up.

On a mission to capture a serial killer, Kate and you split up teams with Esposito and Ryan to catch him faster. Unfortunately for both of you, after a good half hour in the forest, the enemy cornered you with heavy weapons and his followers before he tortured you and hanged you like cattle for slaughter.

Both side by side.

The detective lifted her head slightly and turned it wearily to check on your well-being. She knew she had to act as soon as possible to get you out of here and have your wounds tended to. Kate had learned so much from you over the last few years, completed a little emergency aid training and knew that she would be able to provide you with emergency support on the way back.

All she had to do was free you both.

"Y/n? I will get us out of here. You just need to hold on for me, please," the brown-haired one whispered, but you were about to lose unconsciousness and her words only came to you in a blur. The loss of your blood was immense.

"Oh, how sweet. I am about to cry. Two detectives in one go, one more valuable than the other," spoke a dark voice from the blackness of the shadows, which watched both with a wide grin. "After so much trouble with you two and the danger I put myself in abducting the two most notable homicide detectives, I deserve a reward. Don´t you think so?"

The grin on his face widened as he got closer to you; he pulled something sharp out of his pocket. You had your eyes slightly open and were struggling not to pass out. "Let´s see.. how about your partner´s life, Kate?"

Panicking, the addressed looked at you with a shocked look before her gaze turned malicious and glared back at him. Kate hoped that Javier and Kevin would find you both as soon as possible, otherwise things looked really bad for you.

"Do not dare to touch her or.." he had the dagger, streaked with your blood, dangerously close to your drooping head, the blade grazing your cheek but not cutting it. "Anything else to say? You are both hanging here, what do you want to do?"

His expression darkened at your partners contradictions.

The brunette knew her team was racing towards her. All she had to do was keep in touch and chatter with him long enough for him not to hurt you. Desperate, she watched what was happening, the perpetrator had completely turned to your weak figure. She knew that she was the only one who could prevent his plan.

Kate could not leave you to your fate, but her hands were tied. If she could not do it with her hands, she had to use her feet. "Leave her alone you fucking asshole!" with a quick swipe, she slipped her left foot between his legs, and when the unsub lost control of his body, she slapped him in the face with her right heel, shattering his nose with a deep crack and leaving a massive laceration at his eye.

Pure anger was reflected in the man´s face. He scrambled to his feet and was level with your partner again. "If I had more time, I would torture you until you beg me to kill you," the pointed instrument meant to take your life, stabbed into her thigh; her eyes widened and she cried out in pain.

A nasty grin and a devilish laugh sounded like an echo through the basement. He was bubbling with lust for revenge, after all, Kate had violated his masculinity. "If you think that is all, you are wrong. Kate, you just unlocked the ticket to death for your little friend."

With all your might, you tried to look up and understand what was happening. Your best friend had wanted to protect you and got herself in trouble in the process. You had heard everything, but in your situation could not do anything about it; you were to weak. You tried to pull yourself together, but only a faint whisper of her name left your lips.

"You my dear, you are having a really shitty day today," he roughly pinched your chin between index finger and thumb and yanked it up with a sharp jerk.

Painful eyes looked at him. With one quick movement, he had hit between your ribs, which burst with a loud crack in your body. An agonizing and loud scream erupted from your mouth, joined by Kate´s as she watched you being tortured.

The offender pulled your hair, some of it fell out of your bun and slammed it heavily against the wall behind you. The pain raging in your body made you lose consciousness. You stopped noticing how Kate kept saying your name and how your team found her and you a few seconds later.

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Kate slowly opened her eyes and had to take a deep breath. The cold, disinfectant-scented air crept up her nostrils, causing small wrinkles to form over her nose, making her feel like she was suffocating.

Careful and still a bit shaken, she let her eyes pan around the room and did not have to think twice about where was was. The pinching bandages around her wrists indicated that she was in the hospital.

The sunset flooded the room with a bright but glaring pink light and as she sat up, she felt the strong and largest bandage on her thigh and remembered- both of you were held captive and badly injured.

Slightly panicked, she looked next to her and saw you laying in the second hospital bed that stood in the bare and hardly furnished room. So lifeless and only covered up to your belly button. Your upper body was wrapped in large bandages and there were butterfly plasters and stitches on your head and face.

Your hair lay open on the white bed linen of the pillow and almost completely covered it, your chest rose and fell evenly and firmly.

A pang ran through her stomach and it felt like her throat was being constricted. Kate felt guilty- because of her wrong decision to separate the team, you had taken bad injuries.

The detectives cries of your name still echoed through her mind and she remembered the breaking of your tender ribs. Her hand clenched into a fist; if she ever caught that bastard, she do get back at him and get revenge for you.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she caught uncontrolled breathing and a gasp of pain. The brunette looked over her shoulder at you. Your whole body was tense, your fists gripped the sheets and your eyes were squeezed tight. "Y/n?"

Kate pulled the covers off and walked over to you. Her hand gently grabbed your shoulder and made you flinch abruptly. You jumped quickly, opened your eyes and raised your eyebrows sharply. "Kate.. are you alright? Are you okay?"

The addressee hastily shook her head at your question. How could you care for her well-being now when you were in pain yourself, even worse than her? "Yeah, but not you," she leaned down and cupped your face in her hands. "You are not allowed to move much, okay? Your injuries are massive."

The young brunette threw the blankets a little further away from your body, sat down on the spot on your bed and just looked at you. Just like before, she felt angry and guilty again. She gently brushed your hair aside to get a better look at your battered face. Her hands went to your cheek and her fingertips graced the corners of your cracked and dry lips, which were slightly parted.

"You tried to protect me. He could have killed you and there was nothing I could do for you," you coughed and tried to sit up when a sharp pain ignited in your chest and caused you to fall back onto the bed. With your eyes narrowed, you held your hand to your ribs while the other rested on your stomach.

Kate´s eyes turned sad and moved closer to you. She raised her hands again and covered yours with hers. Her heart started beating faster and she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could not have just let him hurt you."

"Next time I will protect you,"

The detective laughed out loud and got up from her seat. She stood by your bed and gave you a piercing look, her worried eyes boring into yours. A big grin spread across her face and her body started going crazy. It began to flutter inside her; the feeling you triggered in her, dulled all her senses and she had to pull herself together to let something rational come out of her mouth. "Until then, you can close your eyes and rest, how about that? Can you move over just a bit?"

You did as you were asked and gave her a small space to squeeze into. Thrown the blanket jerkily over both of your bodies, she watched as your body seemed like it was about to collapse. You cuddled into her and nuzzled your face into her chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat while her fingertips traced your waist, drawing slow circles over your hipbone.

Kate did not know what was wrong with her, but for several months, a strong warmth spread through her body every time she was near you; enveloping her heart. Year by year with you as her teammate, she grew fonder of you and could not see you suffer like that for a second.

She wanted to protect you and this field duty had made her painfully aware that you meant more to her than she had ever imagined. She wanted to be closer to you than just your partner. Before she, too, went through the infinite tiredness, she gently stretched her head forward to your sleeping figure and planted a precise but gentle kiss on your forehead.

[the-fandom-abyss]

Okay so I’m currently watching Castle and the love I have for Kate Beckett has been reignited.

I have been trying to come up with wips for this woman but I have drawn a blank.

So I would love for as many ideas/requests as possible for this lovely character so I can write for her!

Pretty please 🥰

[fandomnerd9602]

Hi, could you do an Alexis castle x male reader? the reader is a junior detective and is Ryan's younger brother he meets Alexis after she saved his life from her and they fall in love

Okay so maybe tracking down a dangerous criminal wasn't exactly the best move a young junior detective like myself could've made. But hey when my nose catches a whiff of a case, I (Y/N)(L/N) am on the case.

The case didn't go over well. The criminal's goon sent me flying onto a pool table and next thing I knew this rookie cop burst through the door and saved my hide. Explosive charges she used to breach the door sent the shrapnel flying but all I saw was her perfect features.

Beautiful red hair, perfect blue eyes which hid a steely gaze and a soul window that I knew I had to get through to. She was absolutely stunning. Perfect precision aiming, a steely resolve. I knew that this was the girl for me.

After every mob member and enforcer was either arrested or being hauled off on a gurney to the emergency room, she walked up to me. She offered a hand to hoist me up.

"Are you okay?" her angelic voice asked me.

"I am now." I found myself stuttering. Strange. I don't normally stutter.

"Well detective it appears you were in the wrong place"

"But it was the right time. (Y/N)"

"Alexis Castle. Wanna go grab a coffee?"

How could I say no?

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Ryan / Reader (Unknown)

Vampire!AU: Imagine being a cop and always working the night shift and you end up so hungry one night that you go out and feed on a known killer not knowing he is under surveillance and your crush Ryan catches you.

------- Imagine -------

“It’s ok Ryan.” You said looking up at him knowing what he was seeing. Kowing the blood that soaked your front, your hair and makeup a mess from the fight you didn’t know had been coming. What you thought would be an easy dinner on a very evil man turned into a brawl with several of his, well, henchmen you suppose. The arrival of the cops hadn’t helped. You had to take careful means not to permanently hurt any of them while keeping you face as hidden as possible. You thought you had gotten away with it too, making you way down near the docks when you heard the gun click. Turning you saw the man that made you feel like you heart was beating again. So of course, he was pointing a gun at you.

“What…what are you?” he asked. You could tell it hurt him to do so, the tears in his eyes welling from anger and pain and maybe even…concern?

“I can’t get into all that now Kevin, but know he was a bad man who would have kept hurting people. All your friends, all my colleagues, are fine. They are safe and… if you’ll let me I’ll just walk away.” His head shook then but his gun wavered. “It’s ok, I’ll make sure you’ll never see me aga…”

“No!” His interruption was fast, his eyes stern as his gun lowered ever so slightly to point at your chest instead of your face. “I may not know what he hell I saw but your my friend, and I am going to give you a chance to explain. No running…no leaving.” He said pointedly, and all you could do was nod in agreement.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[thetimelordbatgirl]

The police in Scotland have the chance to do the most funniest thing right now.

[lxvvie]

Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

[ryllen]

comrades over small talks & afternoon tea

[wxnheart]

He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

[specialagentlokitty]

Castle x teen!reader - happy memories

22 Christmas music in November Castle and foster teen reader please. This prompt sound so fun - @witchreporter 💜

22: “It’s November, stop.” “Let the Christmas music commence!”

Waking up, you furrowed your brows a little bit as the sound of music resounded through the apartment.

Getting up, you stumbled your way to the door and opened it, groaning as you heard what kind of music it was and slowly made your way down the stairs.

“Ah look who’s finally awoke!” Martha laughed.

Everybody turned to you as you sat on the steps, looking at them half asleep.

“You’ve been asleep for a long time, are you alright?” Alexis asked.

“I haven’t had a good place to sleep in a while…” you mumbled.

She smiled, nodding her head and you turned to Castle, pointing at him.

“You…”

“Me?” He grinned.

Getting up, you walked over to the computer and you hit the button to pause the button, pointing to the time and date in the bottom corner.

“It’s so early…”

“We’ve got to get everything ready for Christmas, it’s a long road until it’s all sorted you know.” He said.

You grumbled a little, waving your hand dismissively as they tried to put a Christmas hat on you and you walked over to the couch.

Laying down, you pulled the blanket from around the back over you, and you closed your eyes.

“I don’t do Christmas…”

“It’ll be fun, you can learn some new things, finally relax.” Martha beamed.

You pulled the blanket over your head.

Castle laughed a little, walking over he sat next to your head and moved the blanket so he was able to look at you.

“Come on, we can make gingerbread houses and decorate trees, try gross Christmas foods.”

You stretched a little, head butting his leg and he laughed.

“It’s November, stop.”

Castle stood up, walking over to the laptop he wore a huge grin on his face.

He hovered is hand over the laptop.

“Let the Christmas music commence!”

With that, he played the music as loud as he could, and you buried your head in a cushion.

“No!” You whined.

Grabbing the cushion, you lobbed it in his general direction.

With the blanket over your head you made your way back up the stairs and towards the room where you had been allowed to stay.

Slamming the door, you dropped yourself back on to the bed and covered yourself with blankets and quilts.

“(Y/N)! Come on! Join the festive cheer!” Castle called.

“I wanna sleep!”

He laughed, making his way back down the stairs and he turned the music down a little bit.

“We’ll get them celebrating soon.” He grinned.

“Leave the poor darling alone Richard, let them sleep.” Martha said.

Castle just gave a mischievous grin.

He believed everybody should have a good time on Christmas, and you hadn’t ever really celebrated the holiday much, so he wanted to give you some good memories, things look back on when you were older and smile.

But, it was hard, and he knew you had a lot of resentment towards a lot of things, of course he knew that when he agreed to foster you.

But he knew somewhere deep down, the little gleam in your eyes when you saw a tree, or the smile you have when you see the lights, somewhere deep down you loved Christmas

[stanathanxoox]

My Sweet Baby Girl

gif is mine

Thank you to @creativepromptsforwriting for these prompts; Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Twenty-Four Touches. There will be more of these fics to come as they are a work in progress but I hope you like what I have so far

Stanathanxoox

Pressing their face into the other’s neck, hiding from the world – Richard Castle x reader

It had been a long time since you had found yourself needing the comfort of your father’s embrace, but here you were. You had been at work when you had received the call that your fiance had been killed in the line of duty. You’d quickly grabbed your jacket, purse, phone and keys, left a message with your bosses receptionist that you would need to take emergency family leave and you would call when you knew more details, before driving straight to the one place and person you knew would always make you feel safe no matter the circumstances or what was happening around you. You’d raced through the lobby up to the penthouse and knocked urgently on the door, forgoing your keys. As soon as your father had opened the door and seen the look on your face you had lost all control of your composure and you had fallen into his arms, as he dragged you into the penthouse.

“Oh my sweet baby girl, my sweet Y/N” he whispers over and over again. Eventually you tell him what had happened, tell him about the phone call and he offers to escort you to his parent’s place to be with them in your time of grieving, you had shaken your head saying that right now all you needed was your daddy and he had squeezed you just that little bit tighter, and so you had tucked your face into your dad’s shoulder and hid yourself from the world as tears continued to roll down your face.

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[klausysworld]

Reader( human) is a sweet girl who works for lucien. (She gives him blood and all that) so when klaus is at Luciens apartment he meets reader and she is kinda scared of him but still gives him blood and a drink and all that stuff since lucien told her too. Klaus notices that she doesn't wanna be there so he tries getting closer to her. When he and his family fought lucien he goes back to the apartment and convinces her to come with him. Please with fluffy smut. How they have sex or why or what happens with them when she goes with him is completely up to you.

Triggering content, including physical and sexual abuse but ultimately a happy ending!!

My Darling.

Klaus knew something was off with Lucien.

The timing of his arrival alone was suspicious and now a prophecy? Everything was...strange and calculated but Klaus knew how to play.

When he stepped foot into his old friend's apartment, he could feel her presence. He knew someone else was there but he certainly wasn't expecting Lucien to start clicking his fingers and a girl to literally come running.

Lucien had a smug grin on his face when she immediately kneeled in front of him and held out her wrists on his lap. Klaus felt his jaw clench at the thick smell of fear rolling off her.

"This is Klaus, Klaus meet Y/N. She's my...what do we call you, love? Hm?" Lucien was taunting her and her humiliation was obvious.

"A pet, sir." She whispered and flinched when his hand roughly patted her head.

"That's right. Now come here and sit on my dear friend's lap. Give him a drink." He ordered and she quickly nodded.

Klaus felt his eyes go wide when she immediately straddled his lap, sitting right on top of his crotch and holding out her arm. Lucien laughed and shook his head.

"Your neck." He corrected and Klaus felt her tense before moving her hair to the side and shifting to press the side of her throat to his mouth.

Now Klaus could have refused but the way Lucien was staring at him, waiting him to drink, daring him. It made him comply and sink his teeth in. Her blood was a beautiful consistency and an addictive taste as he swallowed down a series of mouth falls. After a moment he found that he had closed his eyes at some point and so reopened them when pulling away. A surprised grunt left him when he felt her hips move, he looked down to see her dry humping his growing erection and his grip on her hips went tight, trying to stop her.

"She's excellent, go on love give him a blow job." He commanded and she started to undo his belt but Klaus grabbed her hands.

"That's...not necessary." He cleared his throat and Lucien raised a brow before shooting her a glare.

"You heard him, get off." He told her and she quickly got off Klaus and onto Lucien, hugging his midsection tight.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered, tone pleading. Lucien rolled his eyes and turned back to Klaus, ignoring the petrified girl on his lap.

They got back to the prophecy, though Klaus's attention kept drifting back to Y/N. Poor little thing looked adorable and yet he couldn't think about how cute she was when she was literally shaking and apologising religiously under her breath.

"Is she compelled?" He asked, curious and completely blanking everything Lucien had just said.

"No." Lucien stated simply and sighed, getting annoyed with her clinginess. "She isn't compelled, she just knows her worth." He spat, shoving her back to the floor and having her kneel back down on the carpet, being a quiet as possible to he wouldn't get angry.

Klaus swallowed thickly. Silently he nodded so that he wouldn't say anything out of line that would cause things to escalate. Instead he got things back on track and pulled the attention away from her.

When he left, he felt a little concerned for what would happen to her once she was alone with Lucien.

The hybrid didn't have the opportunity to go over often, only occasionally but on those occasions he would watch her. He fed from her each time but never let it go as far as Lucien tried to push her.

On the dreaded day that Klaus was held hostage on Lucien's apartment, Y/N was beyond skittish. It was clear that Aurora didn't like her. She despised the human even more when she noticed Klaus's gaze linger a second too long when the girl had come scrambling in with the vervain Aurora had demanded.

The second Klaus looked back at Aurora, he knew he'd made a mistake. the redhead and Y/N by the hair, dragging her to Klaus and holding her up, too high for her toes to touch the ground. Cries bled from her mouth but Klaus kept silent and just glared, knowing that should he speak, it would only make it worse.

Klaus had been quick to get out of those chains and out of that home, too quick to save the poor girl who lay bloody and bruised on the tiles of the kitchen floor.

However he did not forget about her.

As soon as Lucien was dead and the others were rid of, he went back for her. It took a couple witches to get inside but once he did, he tried calling out for her.

"Y/N?" he yelled but in a gentle sort of tone so it didn't scare her. "It's Klaus- are you...oh" His words died down when he opened a door.

She was in the bathtub, no water but she was lead in a puddle of her own blood. Her neck had a fat chunk missing and she was bleeding rapidly, her skin had dulled and her heart was slow.

Urgently, Klaus moved to get her up and out.

"I'm sorry." She uttered when she felt someone pick her up.

Klaus frowned to himself and laid her down on the couch. He pushed her hair aside, grimacing a little when it pulled away from the dry blood attached to her skin.

"I need you to drink from my wrist." He told her and she wasn't in any position to disagree so when the metallic taste pressed to her lips, she took it down with ease. "Good girl." Klaus whispered, nodding to himself and her as he made sure that her wounds healed.

Once she stopped drinking he cupped her sweet face.

"How long have you been in there?" He asked and she sniffled.

"Lucien...he was angry and I- I didn't do good." She whimpered and he frowned.

"He bit you? Love, its been three days since I killed him-" He told her but noticed her flinch and he tilted his head. "Love-" He tried but she let out a frightened cry. Klaus took a pause and realisation settled over him. Lucien had called her 'love'.

"It's alright." He whispered, carefully shifting to pick her up. "I'm going to bring you to my home, get you something you like to wear...something to eat? I bet the bastard didn't even feed you." He mumbled, frowning and stroking her hair. Y/N didn't utter a word, just let him take her away.

Y/N was still a little afraid but no where near as afraid as she was of Lucien so she ignored the pit in her stomach. Klaus took her home and sat her down by the fireplace. "There you go...sweetheart." He whispered, hesitating on the nickname and watching for a negative response. She shifted uncomfortably and he made a mental note. Klaus had forgotten that Lucien had tried so hard to be just like him, same accent, same vocabulary, same style, same tactics. It pissed him off to no end but now it was actually hurting someone.

Klaus sighed to himself and scratched the back of his neck. "I'll be back." He murmured, flashing off before returning with a chocolate twist from the nearby bakery. "I bet you like chocolate don't you, darling?" He offered, watching with a smile when she nodded and slowly accepted the food.

Later she took a shower and picked some clothes from Hayley and Rebekah's wardrobes. Both girls were happy to help her, girls had to stick together and it was obvious that nobody had been there for her for far too long.

They both knew she had been through it. They hadn't been told specifics but it was clear from her demeanour, she was scared, she felt indebted. Both girls had to try and show her that she wasn't a pet and there weren't expectations however the nest day, their clothes had been washed, dried and folded for them. Klaus had woken to a hand on his pants, his eyes had flown open to see her sad eyes on his waistband whilst her soft little hands pulled it down.

"Y/N!" He gasped and she flinched, almost falling off the bed but he managed to catch her. "Bloody hell" He mumbled, gently putting her down and loosening grip so he couldn't hurt her. "What were you doing, darling?" He asked and she looked at him confused.

"Waking you up..." She answered like it was expected behaviour. "You own me now-"

"No..." He breathed, his frown deepening when she said those words. "Darling, you're not a pet. You're a girl, you do what you want to do not what I want. You say no to me okay? You can always tell me and anyone here if you do or don't like something. You don't like beans? You tell me 'Klaus I don't like them' okay?" He told her, his voice both firm but calm to get his message across.

Y/n just stared at him. She felt like it was a trick or a test. Lucien had done it once, told her she should go outside to get some air only to chain her to the corner of the room and yell at her for trying to leave him.

Klaus could see she wasn't buying it, he wasn't sure what to do.

"Are you..." He stopped with a sigh, "Lets just move one day at a time." He whispered, "You'll feel better soon and you'll see that you don't ever have to do things...especially that."

Y/N put her hands into her lap and pinched her skin to hurt herself. She felt like she had disappointed him, even if he was adamant that she hadn't.

Things were hard for the first couple weeks. Klaus and the rest of the Mikaelson's had to try persuade her she wasn't in any way obligated to them and that she was allowed to do as she pleased.

Slowly she became comfortable in their home, around each of them and spoke a little more. However she still wouldn't go outside unless Klaus was there, he needed to hold her hand and make sure nobody would take her away.

Klaus had worked hard to have her feel safe. Even with Lucien dead, nightmares haunted her that he would take her back and punish her for leaving him. Too many nights had been filled with her screaming for help until Klaus would take her to his room and convince her that he would keep those dreams away. To be fair to him, he made sure to keep her mind at peace each night. Nothing scary could ever catch her again.

But then Klaus found himself watching a scene in her head, it was him and her curled up on the couch, just snuggling and watching TV like a normal couple. Klaus watched with interest when their dream versions kissed passionately.

The next morning he woke with her laid out across him. Fast asleep and looking adorable as usual. He smiled to himself and rubbed her back gently. After a while she woke up and he kept her all fuzzy and warm until she wanted to get out of bed.

That was how most mornings were, then the day would all depend on enemies and alliances. Sometimes Y/N was left all alone in the mansion, allowing her to read and discover every hidden room within. As many days as possible, someone would be home with her and they'd do something fun. Rebekah had been showing Y/N how to sew, Elijah was offering to teach her literature and history and Hayley would have them both dressed up playing with Hope. None of them knew how long she had been victim to Lucien but they dreaded that it had been far too long. Her education was minimal, all she seemed to know how to do was wash their clothes and clean up after them like a little maid.

Each time they spoke to her and told her she didn't need to do that, she would get upset and feel useless. All she had ever been wanted for was to serve Lucien and now she didn't have a purpose. She was beyond happy that she wasn't subjected to his treatment but she wasn't sure what she was ever supposed to do now that she was given everything. Luxuries weren't something she had ever heavily desired, a simple life is what she wanted but she was too traumatised of the outside world to live in it anymore.

Klaus had taken her to a experience a jazz festival to try show her the beauty in the world but the amount of people, the smell of alcohol, the noise. Everything attacked her at once and she ended up in tears, Klaus shielding her in an empty street that he had sped them too. He felt awful, he tried to calm her down and to soothe her but it wasn't working. Only once they got home and he was all she could feel, hear and smell was she able to calm down.

Klaus held her for hours, he was prepared to never let her go with how tightly she clung to him.

Helping her gain confidence was the most difficult thing after everything. Going from worthless to priceless was very literally life changing. Klaus feared that she may never understand how perfect she was, how much she deserved.

The Mikaelson's had all had their issues with identity and self value in the past so they all tried to help her understand hers. Rebekah especially was able to show Y/N just how beautiful she really was.

Once she became more comfortable with herself as well as others, everything was more natural. Her healing process was long but worth it.

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Klaus smiled as he looked out the window, Y/N was running around the garden with Hope, laughing and squealing. They played for hours in the sunshine until dinner time rolled around and Hayley and Elijah had dinner set out for everyone.

Klaus had Hope sat in his lap whilst holding onto Y/N's thigh subconsciously under the table. Once everyone finished eating, Hope went up for her bath and Klaus's attention was on Y/N.

He wrapped his arm round her waist and pulled her to him, kissing the top of her head with a soft hum. He tried to pull her away from the sink but she giggled and whined.

"Hayley and Elijah cooked. It's our turn to clean." She reminded and he smiled, nuzzling her hair.

"Why don't Rebekah and Marcel ever clean hm?" He pressed and she shrugged whilst grabbing a dirty dish which he immediately took away from her. "I don't want you to ever have to clean." He whispered, hugging her tight.

"I don't mind cleaning when it's on rotation. This way it's all fair, now helppp. We cook tomorrow." She reminded and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"Mmm, I love when you refer to us like we're one. I'll do the dishes darling. You can get ready for bed?"

"You don't need to do that-"

"I want to darling, now off you go." He smiled and ruffled her hair with a chuckle when her hands tried to flatten it back down. She begrudgingly went upstairs and let him finish washing up before he returned and got changed before snuggling up around her.

She curled right into him savouring his warmth and breathing his scent. "I'm really glad I met you." She murmured to him and he smiled.

"I'm beyond glad to have met you too my darling." He purred, kissing her cheek. She blushed against his lips and rubbed her face into him much like a needy cat. "You're so perfect." He whispered, smelling her hair.

"I love you, Klaus." She uttered her eyes shining with vulnerability and slight fear but he quickly diminished it.

"I love you much more Y/N." He internally promised to never let her hurt, long, need again. Klaus smiled when he saw her go red in the face, he peppered her face in little kisses.

Y/N's breath got caught in her throat when he pecked her lips, it was a short but sweet kiss. He pulled back to gauge her reaction, check he hadn't overstepped but it was clear he hadn't. Her pupils were blown and her body was relaxed. She trusted him and she wanted him.

Klaus smiled, a genuine smile before stroking her hair down flat. His head lowered again to kiss her lips once more, lingering a couple seconds extra. He then turned back around and dipped his hands in the soapy water and got to the dishes.

Leaving a bashful Y/N to head on upstairs to the room they had been sharing.

When he got back up there, she was already in bed. Pyjamas fresh and already warmed to her skin as she peeked up at him from the duvet.

His lips upturned instantly, "You look beautiful, my darling." He told her, heading over to kiss her cheek sweetly before grabbing some plaid pants and a t-shirt and disappearing into the bathroom.

Since having Y/N stay with him, Klaus had been wearing full pyjama sets to keep her comfortable. Honestly, he didn't mind. It was comfortable and kept him feeling fresh and ensured him that Y/N felt safe in his bed.

He could certainly tell the difference between the first time she stayed with him and this time. Now when he came back into the room she was all smiles and giggles, waiting for him and wanting him there.

Klaus climbed into bed, pulling the covers round him and sliding her to his side. His lips attacked the side of her pretty face before he reached over and switched on the soft little night light that she needed for comfort and then turned off the bigger lamp so only a gentle glow illuminated the room slightly.

Y/N snuggled up to his body, he could still feel her smooth skin through their clothes. He loved how perfect she was, it was incredible that she could still be so perfect after everything she'd been through. He would aways love her, everything about her.

That was all he could think about as he watched her little fingers toy with his. Klaus always touched her so gentle, so careful. That night was no different and Y/N knew that; she trusted him.

He wasn't Lucien.

"You're not him." She uttered, voice so quiet and faint against his ear when he lay between her legs. His heart ache for her.

"I'm not him." He assured, his hand gently petting her head as his hips rocked lovingly against hers. "I'll never be him." He whispered; promised.

Y/N's walls squeezed him so good, showed him she felt good too. Klaus made sure to glance down at her delicate features, checking for those signs of pleasure. His hips would buck up, filling her deeply so she would cry his name blissfully.

"That feels nice, doesn't it darling?" He whispered against her ear with a little kiss to the shell. Her head nodded, eyes glassy as she looked up at his. Klaus could internally feel her soul reaching for his, needing him. "Can you tell me it feels nice, sweet Y/N?" He asked her gently and she gasped for the air to talk.

"Feels really nice, Klaus, promise!" She whined, body tightening again making him nuzzle to the crook of her neck. His nostrils flared, breathing in her scent like a drug as he pushed his hips forward to bury deep inside her when he came; filling her gently like she ought be treated. Her cry of pleasure brought him such joy and a sense of peace that he was able to bring her to her peak, make her content like she had always needed. Feeling her soft body contacting lightly around him as she whimpered and trembled beneath him made his heart swell. His fingers stroked her hair slowly, soothing her body back down from its high.

"You know that I love you. I knew I'd love you, care for you like this since the first time I held you in my arms." He whispered to her, sincerity shining.

Y/N smiled up at him, glowing skin and messy hair but still as beautiful as ever.

By morning they were dressed again, legs tangled and bodies snuggled.

Mornings soon became Klaus's favourite time of the day, having her warmth against his. The knowing she's safe and secure and at peace. Often he'd let her curl up with the covers over them whilst his head buried between her thighs and she bit down on the quilt to hide her sounds from the sun. Then he'd take them back downstairs for something to eat before the day truly began.

It was a long road to get to the safe place they were in now but nothing had been more worth it.

[the-fandom-abyss]

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First Sentence Prompt

The floorboards creaked under the weight of Kate’s pacing. Her hands were firmly placed in her pockets, eyes drawn to the floor. The team gathered at a safe distance, observing how quick the anger inside Kate was escalating.

Castle was the only one with enough bravery, to rival Kate in this state. “We’ll find them” he gently added to the sounds of her boots hitting the floor. Her pacing stopped, her head shooting up to stare at the man who dared to interject. Castle froze, instantly regretting his actions.

“And what if we don’t? I promised they’d be safe.” The crack in her voice was unavoidable, she was moments away from an outburst. Her mind swirling with promises that she failed to keep, this was all her fault and she needed to fix it.

A buzz in her pocket began to demand her attention, an unknown number illuminating the screen. The butterflies in her stomach flew ramped, knocking against the walls of the organ. “Beckett” she answered, allowing the call to reach the team on loud speaker.

“Detective, it must be frustrating not knowing where we are. Don’t worry, we are taking good care of our new pet” their voice modulated in hopes to hide their identity. Faint screams can be heard in the background, Kate knew they belonged to you. Her grip on the phone tightened as she prepared her next words carefully.

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frank having a wet dream (i’m not a native speaker i’m not sure if it’s called this, i’m sorry) about reader and when it’s just about to endddd….reader wakes him up cos obviously he was grunting, sweating and moving a lot in his sleep so she thought he was having a nightmare and she’s worried about him…(my horny brain just died here so i’m leaving the rest of it to you)

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“Frank? Baby, wake up,” your sprawled-out fingers gently swept over his broad shoulder, “it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare.”

On a sharp intake of oxygen, Frank stirred from his slumber. Blinking open his dark eyes to see you staring back at him, your cheek smooshed against your pillow, only a second passed before his touch slid up to the sides of your face as he longingly let his forehead melt against your own. 

“Wow,” you uttered softly as he crawled closer, “are you okay?” 

“Mhm,” he hummed gravelly before crashing his lips against yours. 

Out of pure surprise, a palm came up to press against his chest as you grasped the first sliver of a break to tilt your head back enough to search his eyes in the low moonlight, “Frank?”

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” his thumb brushed across your cheekbone as his gaze all but ate you up. 

“Frank, you don’t have to act all tough around me, you know that–,” but the rest of your sentence fell from your lips as he rolled on top of you and the palpable tent in his boxers pressed against your thigh, “oh…” heat swiftly began to rise in your cheeks, “not a nightmare, got it,” a small chuckle bubbled out of you, “I guess I’m sorry then for waking you up.”

“It’s alright,” he dipped down to press a kiss to your jaw, “dreams are fun and all,” his pecks slowly began to migrate further south, “but I’d much rather have the real deal,” holding onto the covers that draped over you both, he flashed you a small smirk before his head disappeared beneath it.

“Frank…” you let out a laugh as he moved down your body, caressing your curves before his head settled between your soft thighs, “was it about me?” you held the top of the duvet up for you to see him, “did you have a sex dream about me?”

Cocking his head, he said, “why do you sound so surprised?” and pressed a hot kiss to the very top of your inner thigh, “they’re always about you.”

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