...... Once Upon a Mystrade ......

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Happy Birthday, Honey!

Sending you my love and lots of it. Sending you flowers and a hug. Sending you cake and all the sweet happiness! I hope this new year of your life will be a happy one, filled with all of the above and so much more! Love you, @once-upon-a-mystrade!! <3<3<3

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Thank you so much, Honeybee! It has been a wonderful day made even more wonderful by this beautiful graphic! 💓♥️💗🥰

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It’s that time again ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY @trrriple-rrr!

You are and always will be the best to ever put the R-men together, and you are and always will be a wonderful person and friend! Happy birthday, Honey!

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So yeeeesss, I admit, I probably am a hopeless romantic as I would really love to "see" some more of M's softer side (not that I mind his other "sides" though 😁) and I am well aware I might be asking too much so I'd also be the happiest girl on earth if you only fullfill parts of my prompt. Have a nice Sunday my dear🙃

Hey! I hope your recovery is going well and that you'll soon feel better. Thank you so much for all the nice things you said about my blog and stories. They made me happy!

I hope you'll like this little story.

Gareth Mallory/ Female Reader - NC-17

"You should go home.", his voice feel like a soft caress and his gaze is gently roaming over your face. You sniffle, shake your head and hope that you don't look as bad as you feel right not.

"I'm not sick.", you cough into the crook of your elbow. You hate being ill and if you deny it, it's basically not happening. Feeling weak and needy is something you can't really deal with. Especially not in front of him. You want him to see you as the strong woman you are. Respect you for it too. Want him to enjoy this image he has of you for as long as possible, before he realizes the truth. You're not ready for that yet.

"Hmm.", he hums and pulls the papers from your hands. "Of course you aren't." He murmurs and walks around your desk to take your elbow.

"If you aren't feeling a bit under the weather you won't mind helping me with something? In my office?", a raised eyebrow, a gentle pressure on your elbow and you get up from your chair instantly. You hear your own blood rushing in your ears and sway a bit on the spot.

"Of course not, Sir." You say and take a deep breath, forcing down the cough.

"Right... Follow me.", he says but actually leads you into his office and over to the large leather couch.

He presses you down onto it. "I need you to file these." He points to a stack of papers and empty folders sitting next to it. You blink, nod, and get to work. It's mindless and easy and you lose yourself in the task, thoughts running through your heavy head like molasses.

"Here. Drink this.", his voice is suddenly very close. He puts a large mug of tea on the table in front of you and crosses his arms. Waits for you to reach for it, waits for you to drink it. All of it.

You sigh. The hot tea feels good. Makes you feel warm. And tired. Your eyes grow heavy and you sigh. You hear a faint grumble, then a chuckle, before large gentle hands help you to lift your legs onto the couch, pull off your heels and spread out a blanket over your shivering shoulders. "Hmm. Smells nice." You mumble. The blanket smells like him.

You hear the chuckle again and then you sink down into a deep sleep.

When you wake up it is gone dark in the room. There is a lamp alight on the beautiful wooden desk. You hear tping, shuffling of papers. Quiet breathing.

Oh no.

You groan. Sit up. Rub your eyes and forehead, the blanket slipping from your shoulders.

"Sir! I'm so sorry!" You whisper, your voice dry and sleep-rough.

"That's quite alright. How are you feeling?" He asks. He has taken off his suit jacket, his tie. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows. He looks soft in the warm light of the lamp.

"Better." You admit sheepishly. "Thank you, Sir."

"Sleep's the best medicine." He shrugs, with a low tone in his voice. He isn't happy that you didn't go home. You know that. But he also let you stay, helped you.

"Yes. Thank you, Sir." You bite your lip and look at your hands, fiddling with the blanket. You should go home now.

But before you can get up he is there. Holding out a glass of water and some aspirin. "Here."

"Thank you, Sir." You repeat and swallow down the pill.

"You'll stay home tomorrow if you don't feel better?"

"Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir." You say and meet his gaze.

"Good. I don't need a secretary who can't do her work." His eyes look steely grey in the half-darkness of the room.

"I know." You sigh and swallow down the apology.

"This won't happen again." He says, his voice hard now.

You nod. Lick your lips. "Yes, Sir."

"Good." He says and clears his throat. "I don't like seeing you like this. I need to know you're taking care of yourself. Even if that means taking a day off to sleep off a cold."

"Yes, Sir." You say, your breath hitching. His words... his voice. He's getting quieter again. Leaning closer. You can feel his warmth. His strong arm wrapped around your shoulder. Pulling you closer. You sigh, close your eyes, lean into his embrace.

He presses a kiss into your hair and you nearly whimper.

Look up at him through your eyelashes. Your heart is racing and it has got nothing to do with you having the sniffles. His lips are very close. You want to kiss him. He licks his lips. His hands frame your face, tilt your head back gently. He smirks. He won't kiss you. This is your punishment. Maybe you deserve it.

You sigh, lower your gaze. His lips brush against your jaw, your neck. Oh...

"Sir.." You sigh, and he licks a path along your skin. His hands slide down your back as he sucks on the sensitive spot on your neck. He feels your pulse thrum against his lips, leaves a small mark. You gasp, moan, press your body closer to his.

You shiver in his arms, as his hands find their way underneath your blouse. Fingertips caressing your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips close around your nipples, your top and bra falling to the soft carpet, unnoticed.

You groan, comb your fingers through his hair. His lips linger. He must feel how much your heart is racing, the effect he has on you and your body.

His hands guide you back. You lie down on the couch and watch him. He's taking off his shoes, socks, trousers. Opens the buttons on his shirt. All without taking his eyes of yours. You feel feverish, even though the cold is losing it's hold of you. You take a few deep breath, enjoy the view. Reach out when he pull down his pants. He sighs. Steps closer. Let's you wrap your hand around his cock. Stroking. Long. Slow. Feeling him become long and so very hard in your hand.

You moan. "Please..." You lick your lips but he pulls away when you lean closer. Fuck...

His cock is bobbing in front of your face. You want him so much.

You nearly sob with relief when he climbs back onto the couch. Puts his hands back onto your body. Moves you around. Till your back is pressed against his wonderfully hairy chest. Your arse feels his hard cock. So hot and heavy. One hand rests on your throat. Gently. The other spreads your legs. Guides the wide tip of his cock between them. He spreads your lips. Slides through your folds. Covers his cock in your warm wetness.

He groans and you moan. "Please... Sir."

And then he presses inside. Fills you. So fucking good.

Your eyes slip close. You moan loudly. Bite your lips. He spreads you open. Feels huge. Rubs along your clinging inner walls. His hand grabs your hips. Holds on thight. His hot breath puffs against your neck.

You feel his lips again. Soft. Sliding. Wet. And then he starts to thrust.

Deep. Slow. Long strokes.

The kind that make your eyes roll back and your breath hitch in your throat. "Sir!"

He doesn't stop. Doesn't speed up. Drives you crazy.

Your legs tangle together. He bites the skin between your shoulder blades. Keps thrusting. Your fingernails dig into the expensive soft leather as he murmurs your name. Presses his forehead against your shoulder. Groans. You moan and roll your hips back.

He gasps. Thrusts deeper. Harder. Yes.

You want to feel him. Now. Later. For days. And he keeps going. Hits the spot. Till a red haze clouds your vision and you don't care which kind of noises fall from your lips. Till you're trembling in his arms and he pulls you so very close to his own body. His heat becomes yours. His sighs mix with your moans.

"Please, please, please..." You groan. Barely holding on. He rocks forward. Presses in deep. Holds himself there. Your thighs are trembling. You lose control.

"Come for me." His lips brush against your ear and you do it. You come. On his cock. Clenching around him. Shudders running through your body. Red hot pleasure. Wave after wave. Riding your high for wonderful long seconds, till you hear his broken sob and feel his heat, spilling into you, coming with his fingertips leaving faint bruises on your chest and arms.

"Thank you, Sir."

You gasp. You never meant it more.

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Happy Birthday, Honey!

The happiest of birthdays to my favourite person, @once-upon-a-mystrade!. Drink some gold flecked champagne for me, eat some fantastic cake and tell your birthday people to hug you extra tight because I can't do it personally! Enjoy your day! You're awesome and wonderful!

[once-upon-a-mystrade]

Aieee! Thank you, Honey! I love the spring roses and the beautiful men. Definitely a great way to celebrate the day. Love you!!!!!!

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Happiest of Happy Birthdays TRRRIPLE-RRR!!!!!!!

This is one of my favorite times of the year, where I get to say Happy Birthday to the wonderful @trrriple-rrr! I hope this is a fantastic one for you, Honey, and that your day is brightened by our guys! LOVE YOU!!!!

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Gareth Mallory and his Christmas Romance - 8 years later

2021 was a weird year and an exhausting one. Sadly I had to make the decision not to write any advent calendar stories this year. I so loved doing it during the last eight years and I love that some people shared my love for these little stories.

But of course I just wasn't ready yet to say goodbye completely to these stories and the characters and I felt like giving it a fitting and deserving ending so I revisited the three characters that started it all and just had fun thinking where they and their Christmas Romance/female readers would be now: while dealing with a world that has been turned upside down and whatever else life was throwing at them.

So here it is: Gareth's Story - 8 years later...

(You can read the beginning and other visits with him: here)

The counter in front of you is sparkling clean. Finally. You have an important appointment in half an hour but you hate leaving things undone and chaotic at the end of a long work day. Stepping into a clean bakery is one of the joys of your day, even if it isn’t the first one anymore.

That spot is taken. And has been for a while now.

You smile to yourself and give your work space one last quick wipe with the wet towel before you sling it over your shoulder, ready to throw it all in the laundry basket in the corner once you took off your apron and made sure there isn’t any flour or sugar stuck in your hair or on your cheeks.

Just a few more seconds and you can leave the bakery. You will definitely be in time for…

Shit!

You bite your tongue and roll your eyes. Technically the bakery is still open so you haven’t locked the door. Yet.

And now it’s too late.

You hear the cheery chiming of the bell and sigh. Usually you love that sound. But not today and not at this time.

Still… you put on your professional smile and walk up to the counter.

Your customer looks achingly familiar.

Tall. Lean. Broad shoulders. Dressed in a dark long, nicely tailored suit. You would recognize him any- and everywhere.

“What are you doing here? I thought…I wanted to…” You stumble over your words when he turns around. Something is different about him. He looks… relieved. Like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Is something wrong?”

Is that why he is here? When you wanted to meet at the restaurant around the corner? Your favourite one?

“Are you finished asking your many questions?” He grins and the sight makes your heart beat faster. Something is definitely wrong. He might smile, twitch his lips, maybe even laugh at times but in the many years you have known and loved him … you have never seen him grin.

He twirls the umbrella in his fingers and looks at the left over items in your display.

“I think I’ll take some chocolate biscuits. And then… then I will answer your questions.” He says and keeps grinning when you just nod and wave him closer.

You are ready to reach for his order - his order! when he leans over and brushes your cheeks with a gentle and careful kiss.

Hm.

You close your eyes, lean into the touch. Let it soothe your worried soul for a few moments.

“Do we need privacy for this?”

“I would say so, yes. I wouldn’t say we need it. But I would prefer it.” He smiles and lets his fingertips slide along your neck.

“O…okay. I will just lock the door.” You swallow and try to take deep breaths as you do just that. Close the door. Follow him into the backroom. The nicely clean and sparkling backroom.

He is leaning against the counter. The umbrella standing in the corner. He opens his coat when you walk in and for a moment you are stunned at the sight of his long fingers working the nice wooden buttons, revealing his strong body, your favourite light blue shirt. The navy blue tie, his wait coat and even nicer suit jacket.

He still makes your heart skip a beat.

You know your face is a bit flushed when he looks up at you and holds your gaze.

“Chocolate biscuit?” You ask and hold out the napkin and the two biscuits you got for him.

“Thank you.” He smiles and takes his time eating them. He enjoys letting you wait. You can tell. He licks his lips and fingertips and just keeps happily smiling to himself. As if he knows a cheeky secret no one else does.

You love him. But you also hate him a little bit. Letting you wait while your fingertips twitch nervously against your leg.

“Right.” He clears his throat and puts the napkin down onto the clean workspace. You would tell him off if you weren’t so nervous.

“What’s going on, Gareth?” You ask and hate how meak your voice sounds.

“I got a surprise for you.” He smiled. “I wanted to tell you at dinner. But then I thought… fuck it. Just go home early and catch you here. It seems… more fitting.”

“A surprise?” You echo his words and lick your lips. “A good one?”

He laughs. Actually laughs. He looks beautiful.

He reaches up and undoes the knot of his tie. His fingers working the fabric. Revealing his neck.

“I’d say it’s a good one.” He nods and you swallow hard as he pulls his tie off completely, bunches it up and pushes it into his coat pocket.

What is going on?

“Will you tell me?”

“Of course.” He says and tilts his head as he starts to undo the top two buttons of his shirt. “Oh, that’s so much better.” He groans and looks at you again.

“What is? Just… tell me.” You are ready to beg him when he holds out his hand.

Of course you take it. Intertwine your fingers with his and step closer to him.

“Are you ready to spend a lot more time with me?” He asks and nuzzles your neck.

“Huh?” Your brain needs a second to register what he is saying.

“I asked you… if you are ready to spend a lot more time with me. Because I have some on my hands from now on. I retired.” He says, his voice light and happy.

Oh.

Oh!

You stare at him and stare some more.

“Hmm. Exactly.” He grins and kisses your jaw. “I felt like it was time.” He says and pulls you closer still.

Your eyes slip shut and you kiss him. Words are failing you right now.

He lives for his work. Since you have known him and even before that. But you also knew that it became a bit much lately. The world is changing, getting darker, faster, more dangerous.

And now he is out. Retired. Has got time. To spend with you. To do whatever the fuck he wants.

“I love you.” You murmur and laugh when he picks you up, twirls you around and lifts you up onto the counter.

He may be retired. But he isn’t an old man yet.

“I love you too.” He murmurs and leans over to kiss you. Again. And again.

You feel giddy by his words and his caresses. His hands in your hair and on your hips. On your back and your breasts. They are everywhere and you lean into every hungry touch.

“That’s why you wanted privacy?” You ask and nip on his bottom lip. He groans and nods. “Absolutely.”

He replies and steps between your spread legs.

You feel goosebumps erupting all over your skin as he kisses and sucks on the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“I want to celebrate. I’m so happy. Relieved, really. I want to enjoy my life and I want to start doing that right here. Right now.” He says, his voice a low whisper.

“Please. Enjoy your life away.” You chuckle and he licks into your mouth. You’re here for it. Want to be here for it.

His nimble fingers quickly undo your apron and find their way under your jumper. He covers your breasts. Squeezes them. Caresses your nipples. They harden under his touch and you moan into his mouth.

“I won’t have to answer to anyone again. I won’t have to make decisions anymore. I can do whatever I want. And right now I want to taste you.” He moans into your kiss and you arch your body against him.

“Hm. Funny. That’s exactly what I want you to do right now too.” You smile.

“That works out well then.” He grins, fumbles with his coat as he gets it off. Kneels down onto it and looks up at you.

He may have given up his powerful work position but he still holds all the power.

You help him to get you out of your trousers. Impatient and turned on. You spread your legs and groan when he doesn’t waste any time to kiss you. On your clit.

Your head falls back as his tongue starts its delicious wet and warm dance. He circles and licks. He knows you so well. You moan his name. His thumb presses gently against your entrance. Just to let you know he is there.

You groan. Your voice echoes in the empty large room. And his tongue doesn’t stop. He teases you. Slowly. Long moves that make your toes curl. You start begging after a while. Reach down to press his face against your sex.

“More. Please. Yes!” You moan and he grins. Again. Against your skin. Hums and sends shivers down your spine.

You are soaking wet and he laps it up. Keeps licking. More. Faster. Harder.

You press your hips into his touch. Moan his name. Your body gets tense, the feeling becomes even more amazing. And then he curls his tongue and that’s it…

… you come. With a shout. Tremble under his lips. Your nerve endings firing pleasure through your entire body. Little sensual sparks that feel so very amazing.

It takes a while till you come back down from your high. His head is leaning against your thigh. His fingertip draws gentle shapes against your skin.

You shiver and look at him. His eyes are bright. He looks even happier now. Relaxed. And very pleased with himself.

“What! Ouch!” You gasp when he pinches your skin and he laughs. “Are you paying attention now?” He asks and you frown down at him. What are you supposed to pay attention to?

He pinches you again. Before the gentle caress is back. “Looks like you missed it before. Let me show you again.” He grins and leans forward.

His tongue feels hot and slick against your overly sensitive clit. You gasp and try to move away. But his fingers are moving and his tongue is too and you… pay attention. Through the foggy red lustful haze you somehow manage to make out shapes, recognize curves and lines… letters.

W-I-L-L-Y-O-U-M-A… You groan, twitch under his touch, gasp. Your heart beats up in your throat.

R-R-Y-M-E

Shit.

“Will you?” His voice is low again. Quiet. Intimate. “Marry me? Will you marry me?”

Your fingertips dig into his shoulders, you almost rip your favourite shirt, as you pull him up, against your lips, kiss him, taste him, fumble with his belt and zipper.

“Of course. Yes. Absolutely. Yes.”

*

Thank you for reading! :)

The wonderful banner was made (8 years ago) by the wonderful @once-upon-a-mystrade!

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Greg Lestrade and his Christmas Romance - 8 years later

2021 was a weird year and an exhausting one. Sadly I had to make the decision not to write any advent calendar stories this year. I so loved doing it during the last eight years and I love that some people shared my love for these little stories.

But of course I just wasn't ready yet to say goodbye completely to these stories and the characters and I felt like giving it a fitting and deserving ending so I revisited the three characters that started it all and just had fun thinking where they and their Christmas Romance/female readers would be now: while dealing with a world that has been turned upside down and whatever else life was throwing at them.

So here it is: Greg's Story - 8 years later...

(You can read the beginning and other visits with him: here

“I’m sorry.”

He looks at you with wide eyes, holds your hand tightly.

You sigh and rub your thumb across his knuckles and bite your lip. “I’m sorry too.” Your heart hurts a little bit just looking at him. This was supposed to be a special time for you both. This was supposed to be a special trip.

Maybe it has been a mistake coming here in the first place. But you had hoped and you know he did too. Hoped for love and that spark you first felt. Right here. In this city.

After you nearly lost an arm or leg and ended up meeting… him.

Who is still looking at you as if he is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

You sigh and cup his cheek gently. Brush your thumb over the visible lines there.

He leans into your touch, starts to smile. Gently.

You feel the corners of your own mouth twitching. Stretching into a smile.

You lean forward and kiss him. Even though you’ve been doing it for years now, eight years to be exact, you still can’t get enough of it. Of him.

“We’re here. Together.” You whisper against his lip. His sigh feels warm against your skin.

“I know.” He murmurs, not pulling away. “We just had so many plans…”

“And now they have changed. We knew this would be a possibility.” You kiss him again, just to feel him smile and relax again.

“We can still visit your friends and family. Just one at a time. We can wander the streets, take a walk in the park. We’ll still be together.”

He nods, kisses you harder. “I know. And I love that. I missed them.”

And you know he did. It has been a while since you were able to come here. To London. To his former home. To his friends and former colleagues. To his family.

“It’s just that…”

“No. Stop that, Greg. Please.” You murmur and cuddle against him. He wraps his arms around you immediately and hums. “As I said… we’re here. And we’ll make the most of it.”

“And our plans…?”

You shrug and intertwine your fingers with his. “Don’t matter. We’ll still be together for eight years. We’ll find a way to celebrate it. Without visiting the Christmas market, without riding the ferris wheel… These things really don’t matter. If I learned something during the last two years… it’s that.”

He nods. Kisses your neck. Breathes you in and holds you tightly. “Yes.. I know.” He whispers. “I’ll think of something.” He smiles and winks and suddenly his expression is bright and excited again. He looks so beautiful.

“Okay. Alright.” You say and chuckle. “If your idea is to spend all day in bed, I’m okay with that, by the way.”

“Noted.” He laughs and the sound still sends a small shiver down your spine. “But give me and my brain some more credit please…”

“Hmm. We’ll see.” You laugh. “You still got two more days…”

*

By the time the early winter darkness is settling down over the city you are very sure he has not been able to think of something different. Not that you’re complaining. You’re really not. The bed is big and comfy. His embrace is strong and his caresses soft and gentle and seemingly never-ending.

Now it’s the late afternoon and the city lights are reflected in the wetness of the streets. Of course it has been raining all day…

He asks you to go out on a walk. Holds your hand the entire time, holds you close under the large black umbrella. He stops at a crossroads and just kisses you. Deeply. As if he still can’t get enough of you. As if he still feels the same want you feel whenever you look at him.

“I’m so glad I met you that day.” He smiles when he pulls away and you sigh. “Yes. Me too. Being almost run over by a motorcycle turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me.” You chuckle and he pulls a grimace and holds you closer. As if he is afraid your words could conjure up said reckless motorcycle driver again.

“Hey. You saved me. And kept me safe ever since.” You murmur and see his happy smile. Before he leads you on. You think you know where you’re going next.

And you’re right. You walk into the park. So much quieter and darker than the last Christmas time you spent here with him. There is no Christmas market this time, no carousels.

But some lights are blinking and shining against the quiet darkness. “I was so nervous to ask you out…” He says, which makes you laugh. “You had no reason to. No matter what you said, I would have said ‘yes’. I mean… Saying yes was the best decision I ever made.” You grin and squeeze his hand.

You can see it makes him happy to hear you say that.

His face lights up even more when you leave the park and walk past a coffee shop.

“Wait here” He murmurs and disappears in the shop, comes out with two steaming paper cups.

“Mulled wine. Just like on our first date.” You smile and he nods. “Of course…”,he says and takes your hand, walks down memory lane with you while you sip your hot drinks. His words and smile warm you up as much as the spiked wine.

“I can’t give you a carousel ride today… but the view from our hotel roof is beautiful too.” He murmurs when the building appears in front of you again.

“Hmm. Lead the way.” You whisper and just hold his dark gaze on the long elevator ride up to the roof.

“Here we are.” He says and pulls his coat collar up against the London winter wind.

He was right.

The view is stunning. The building. The lights. The city is quieter. But not less beautiful. It will always be beautiful because it’s his city. The place where you two started.

“I love you.” You smile brightly at him.

“I love you too.” He replies and steps behind you, pulls you close. “I know this was my home. But being here again… It doesn’t feel like it anymore.” He whispers and nuzzles your neck. You sigh and tilt your head to the side to give him better access. “I love our house, our life, our home.” He says and you hold his hands as tightly as you can.

When he left this city, this country to come and live with you… you were scared it wouldn’t work out. But against all odds, it did. And you couldn’t be happier.

“I love you.” You whisper again and feel his warm breath against your skin. “Happy Anniversary.”

“Hmm. So I remember something else we did… after our first date. We don’t need a Christmas market for that. Or a carousel.” His voice is a low whisper and you immediately move to turn into his arms.

“What was that then, Greg? What did we do? I think you need to remind me.” You grin cheekily at him and he rolls his eyes with a smile. His calloused thumb brushes against your jaw and then there is just warmth. Soft and so very arousing.

He is all you can feel, see and taste. He tastes like sweet wine and cinnamon as your tongue curls around his and he deepens the kiss.

He pulls you as close as he can with two winter coats and scarves between you two.

“Hmm. I think I remember.” You get a chance to murmur before you moan into his next open-mouthed and deliciously hot kiss, not caring if someone can see or hear you.

Greg’s making your toes curl and your heart beat faster and you want the world to know.

He groans into the kiss and nips on your lip. It is swollen and feels so very sensitive.

“We should go inside.” He whispers but you shake your head.

“You know that I wanted to be with you right there on that ferris wheel.” Your voice is a low caress against his flushed skin. “It was all I could think about… and now I can have it. In a way…:”

“Yeah. You can.” He says and holds your gaze as his hand slides down your body slowly. He squeezes your hip and pushes your coat up. His cold fingers fumble with the button and zipper of your jeans a little bit.

It only adds to your excitement.

As does the way he licks his lips and his eyes grow heavy with lust.

He is so gorgeous.

You moan and kiss him again, shivering in his arms as his hand finds its way into your trousers. Cold fingers slide along warm skin.

You curse and he grins. “I love when you don’t even realize you’re not talking English anymore.” He whispers and lets his fingers slide between your legs.

Your head falls back. His cool touch warms up quickly. He feels how wet his kisses made you. Still make you. He moans and his lips press against your sensitive neck. Feel your pulse jump. You want him so much.

You hold onto his shoulders as his fingers start to move, slide through your wet folds. Circle your entrance.

You try to hold still but start moving with him. Chase his touch.

He smiles and sucks on your neck. His arm wrapped around the small of your back. His fingertips find your clit. Coat it in your own wet arousal. And then he starts to move. Rubbing, teasing. Over and around.

Your moans disappear in white foggy breath and the dark London night. His name falls from your lips and he sucks on your skin harder. Leaves a bruise on your neck. As if you’re much younger but not less in love.

You rock your hips forward. Push a thigh between his legs. Feel an answering hardness press against your hip and moan louder. It spurs him on. Turns him on even more.

You feel yourself getting wetter. Your clit getting harder.

He can feel it too. Can read your body so well now.

He presses and rubs. Hard. Not stopping. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, you tremble in his arms. You curse long and loud before your whole body starts to shudder and you can’t speak at all. Just moan and come. Helpless. Loudly. Pleasure rushing through your entire body in a heady lustful wave.

Again.

And again.

Till his fingers slow. Just hold you. Gentle.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

His words make you shiver one more time. And you just hold him close. Kiss him blindly. The feeling is mutual.

*

Thank you for reading!

The beautiful banner was made by @once-upon-a-mystrade

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I was just after some clarifictaion re: dates and kissing….

Happy 50th Birthday, Richard!

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Ralph Fiennes

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@kittykichi, the incredible artist who did the header and layout for this blog, has branched out into pins and I am obsessed with this CCS pin that I’m going to wear as soon as I get some post-quarantine clothes lol! 

Check out her etsy shop and be sure to check out her amazing art on IG and Twitter!

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HAPPY 58th BIRTHDAY, RUPERT GRAVES!

There was really only one choice for pic #58 to be added to the birthday collage this year, so please welcome gorgeous Gabriel from Riviera!

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[trrriple-rrr]

I heard you were in the area. What are you up to?

Happy 58th Birthday, Rupert!

[trrriple-rrr]

Greg Lestrade/Reader - Rupert Graves Birthday Auction Fic - PG rated

The wonderful @imagine-mystrade​ bid for my story in the Birthday Auction this year and won it. Thank you so much for your donation to YoungMinds! And thank you even more for this great prompt that was so much fun to write. I hope you will be able to tell just how much I enjoyed writing this and that you will love the story. The rating felt right for the moment but … there might be a sequel waiting in the future if people are interested?

@imagine-mystrade​ wrote: I am in the mood for something cute and cheesy. I also miss BBC Sherlock a lot. I was thinking about Lestrade falling for his dog trainer/groomer? He gets a dog to stave off loneliness and the dog has to be trained and/or groomed and the groomer is hot. Maybe she and Lestrade have crossed paths before? But this time nature takes its course.

Oh, and just because this cutie showed up on my dash the day I got the prompt and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and you should all see it and maybe also because it appears in the story: Here you go!

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You love your job.

Most days.

Except maybe the few times in the year when the temperatures are below freezing or your client is incredibly stubborn. The human one. The furry, four legged ones are usually easier to deal with than their owners.

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[trrriple-rrr]

Happy Birthday, @once-upon-a-mystrade,

and welcome to the wrong side of 30! You are the most wonderful person and it just feels right to congratulate you here on this hellhole of a website where we met so many years ago. I hope this year will be amazing for you and that most of your dreams will come true! Love you!!! xox

[once-upon-a-mystrade]

It’s that time of year again! Happiest of birthdays to @trrriple-rrr! You continue to bless our timelines with grown-man sexiness and we are all the better for it. Hope you enjoy your day, sweetest!

[trrriple-rrr]

Greg Lestrade/Female Reader - Drabble

This drabble is for the lovely @atoffandhisbobby​ who used some serious detective skills during the posting of the advent calender stories to find out which “new” fictional character stole my heart and soul this year. Here’s your reward! I hope you love the story. It was so much fun to write. Thank you for the great prompt!

@atoffandhisbobby​ asked: Yay, I’m glad I got it! I really miss Lestrade, so maybe a story where he has a hot quickie with the reader at a NYE party? Happy holidays!

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“Thanks.” You smile at him as he holds the door open for you to step into the pub. The usual sound of chatter, laughter and drunken shouts is even louder than usual. There’s also loud music coming from the speaker, its bass and low tones thrumming through the floor and straight into your blood-

You gasp when you feel his hand land in the small of your back as he gently leads you further into the room. His warm breath brushes against your temple and you just let him take the lead. Friendly faces and warm smiles greet you when people see you and recognize him in the dim lights of the pub.

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[garethamm]

Happy New Year!