I just want you. None of them were you.

I'm a 28 year old, german fangirl of Castle. / CastleGermanFans.tumblr.com /
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#IrishPhrase #Truth #ILoveIreland

#IrishPhrase #Truth #ILoveIreland

Sun is shining into my living room :) #lovemynewapartment #Frankfurt  (hier: Stresemannallee)

Sun is shining into my living room :) #lovemynewapartment #Frankfurt (hier: Stresemannallee)

random-ship:

turning page  -by E
also there is an 8track mix to go along with this one :)

random-ship:

turning page  -by E

also there is an 8track mix to go along with this one :)

pics-n-fics:

Wake
a collaboration 
fic by nic6879   & pic by random-ship
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You wake to the image of Kate Beckett waking up in Richard Castle’s arms, two naked bodies entwined, hot and sweaty and plastered together, skin to skin, soft curves to strong angles, the peaks of her breasts teasing against his chest and his leg sliding between hers, nudging, pressing as he rolls her underneath him, his lips sucking on her pulse point, careful not to leave a mark yet with just the right amount of suction, of teeth and the play of his tongue to drive her wild, make her hips rise high into his, her body a long fluid line of want, and he folds her fingers within his, hands coiled together and resting next to her head while he presses between her legs, her thighs opening wide to welcome him, his length thick and hard as he slowly, finally, finally slides inside her, filling her deep, a shudder running through her with every hard, exultant thrust; his body hard on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, grounding her to the moment, to him, their lips sliding together sloppily, more breath than kiss and yet they can’t not kiss, lips and tongue and shared heat until her fingers clench around his in rhythm with her muscles, the coil within her unraveling around him, caressing him with the quaking sensations that jolt and shiver through her, take him with her as she whitens out with pleasure and he collapses on top of her, heavy and spent and entirely pleasant, his face nudged into the cove of her neck and her fingers coiled around the strands of his hair at the back of his neck as she holds him close, holds him safe, always, always

pics-n-fics:

Wake

a collaboration 

fic by nic6879   & pic by random-ship

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You wake to the image of Kate Beckett waking up in Richard Castle’s arms, two naked bodies entwined, hot and sweaty and plastered together, skin to skin, soft curves to strong angles, the peaks of her breasts teasing against his chest and his leg sliding between hers, nudging, pressing as he rolls her underneath him, his lips sucking on her pulse point, careful not to leave a mark yet with just the right amount of suction, of teeth and the play of his tongue to drive her wild, make her hips rise high into his, her body a long fluid line of want, and he folds her fingers within his, hands coiled together and resting next to her head while he presses between her legs, her thighs opening wide to welcome him, his length thick and hard as he slowly, finally, finally slides inside her, filling her deep, a shudder running through her with every hard, exultant thrust; his body hard on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, grounding her to the moment, to him, their lips sliding together sloppily, more breath than kiss and yet they can’t not kiss, lips and tongue and shared heat until her fingers clench around his in rhythm with her muscles, the coil within her unraveling around him, caressing him with the quaking sensations that jolt and shiver through her, take him with her as she whitens out with pleasure and he collapses on top of her, heavy and spent and entirely pleasant, his face nudged into the cove of her neck and her fingers coiled around the strands of his hair at the back of his neck as she holds him close, holds him safe, always, always

(Quelle: cassel19)