I needed a place where I could live out all my sexual frustration caused by these three men. Rupert Graves * Ralph Fiennes * Richard Armitage Here you'll find sexual fantasies,...
Hiii my dear :D I know you've written a lot of mallory verses lately, but i was wondering did you ever write like a follow-up verse on your Angst Management verse? Like Mallory is finally back from Manila, but since he's been slightly injured he was taken to some London hospital to get checked and reader/secretary visits him in his hospital room...😉
Well, if it isn't on the verses page, then I didn't write it. Till now. Hope you like it!
Gareth Mallory/ Female Reader (Rating: E)
You'll kill him. Shoot him, probably. Or smother him with his pillow. That would make less of a mess, so it's actually your no. 1 choice.
The thought of getting payback is keeping you from losing it as you hurry along the corridors. They are all white, narrow and seem to be endlessly long. You know that's most likely your mind playing tricks on you but you can't help it. You just need to see him. Touch him. Make sure he's back. That he's in one piece. That he's alive.
Even if he's hurt. Again. Because he had to play the hero. Again.
You heard the rumours being whispered in various headquarter offices. They made your blood run cold and your anger flare.
Finally!
You reach his room. Push open the door. Not bothering to knock.
Just when you step into the room and pull the door closed behind you, does your heartbeart finally slow down.
Because he's there.
Looking pale and tired. But he's awake. And he's smiling at you. Lifting his hand.
And the fear you felt in the last few weeks is back full force and brings the anger with it.
"I kept my promise." He whispers. His voice sounds rough and makes you stop immediately. Makes your walls crumble and the anger disappear.
"You're hurt. Sir." You murmur, biting your lip. Clenching your fists so you don't reach out and hurt him more.
"But I came back." He says, raises his eyebrow. Has the balls to looks quite pleased with himself.
"You're hurt." You repeat and hold his gaze while your eyes start to get wet.
"Yes." He nods. Slowly. "Come here." A wish. Not a request.
But you hurry over to his bed as if it were.
You reach out. Slowly. Gently. And he grabs your hand and pulls you close.
You breathe him in. Your face against his neck. His arms holding you tightly as your knees go weak. One of his arms is in a heavy cast. The right one. He'll hate that. You smile and kiss his neck, feeling his pulse against your lips. Strong. Living.
He sighs and pulls you down onto the bed fully. Kisses you. Doesn't care if the door is locked. Which tells you how close he came to breaking his promise.
You swallow hard. Blink away the tears. Hold him. Touch him. Hands sliding over his body.
"I'm okay." He says and you huff. "You're in hospital, Sir."
"Ah well, that is true." He says and smiles against your lips. He shivers and kisses you again.
"I'm happy you kept your promise. Very much so." You murmur and lay your head down on his chest. He groans quietly but doesn't make you move. Just holds you closer.
"Hmm. Me too." He sighs, tries to keep the mood light with his next words. "You know these hospital gowns come with easy access..." He murmurs and your hand stills on his chest. You contemplate actually hitting him when his fingertips gently lift your chin up and his tongue slips between your lips.
You feel his heart beating faster against your palm. And the last of your fear and anger disappears between one curls of his tongue and the next.
"Make me feel alive... make me feel like I'm home." He murmurs. Gaze open, voice vulnerable. You close your eyes and push your hand lower. Underneath the hospital sheets.
"Is this to show me that you're not badly hurt?"
"Maybe." He sighs and closes his eyes. Yes, he's tired. But he's also warm. His cock snuggles into your palm. Twitching as you caress his skin. Getting harder by the second.
He lets out a shuddering breath and you press your face against his neck again. Looking at him hurts too much. This. This you can do. Touching him. Making him feel good. Keeping your hands and mouth occupied so you don't say anything you might regret later.
So you suck on his skin, leave a mark next to the new scar running along his collarbone while your fingertips slide around and over the thick head of his cock.
He groans. Shivers underneath your touch. You breathe him in. Reach for his hand with your free one. Tangle your fingers and squeeze.
He gasps when you do the same with the hand curled around his hardness. He whispers your name and you feel new tears brimming in your eyes.
A twist of your wrist and he tilts his head to the side.
You move over his hard length. Get to know him again, feel him again. Heavy and hot. Soft skin against your palm. You know what he likes. You know it well.
You bite him and his hips thrust up. Just a little bit. He's weak but he needs this. You're going to do this for him.
"Sir..." You moan and kiss him blindly. He moans into your mouth. Holds your hand even tighter. His whole body tensing.
You brush your thumb against his slit. It's a slick slide now.
"Please." He murmurs and you nod.
"Yes, Sir. I'll make you feel good." You whisper against his ear. "Come for me, Sir. I want to feel you...." You lick earlobe and he shudders. His cock pulsing. His release spilling over your fingers from one moment to the next, his low moans filling the stupidly white room.
"Fuck..." He curses.
Smiles up at the ceiling. His eyes still closed. His breathing getting deeper.
"Thank you for coming back to me, Sir. I missed you so much." You say quietly. Kissing him. You're not sure he heard you, as a relaxing healing sleep pulls him under...
"St Paul said, 'Be subject to one another out of reverence for Christ.' To work together, and to grow together, we must be tolerant. No one person or…or faction seeking to dominate another. And speaking to the Ephesians, who were of course a mixture of Jews and Gentiles, Paul reminds us that God's gift to the Church is its variety. It is this variety, this diversity of people and views which gives our Church its strength. And over the course of many years in the service of our Mother the Church, let me tell you, there is one sin which I have come to fear above all others."
CONCLAVE has been nominated for EIGHT Academy Awards, including BEST PICTURE OF THE YEAR. #Oscars
Best Actor, Ralph Fiennes
Best Supporting Actress, Isabella Rossellini
Best Editing, Nick Emerson
Best Adapted Screenplay, Peter Straughan
Best Original Score, Volker Bertelmann
Best Production Design, Suzie Davies
Best Costume Design, Lisy Christl
Rupert Graves has been announced as the audiobook narrator for the upcoming release of "Austen At Sea" by Natalie Jenner.
The author says:
I am so excited to announce that the audiobook for my upcoming novel Austen at Sea will be narrated by British actor Rupert Graves!
Graves has appeared in many film, television, and theatrical productions including A Room with a View, Maurice, The Madness of King George, The Forsyte Saga as Jolyon Forsyte and Sherlock as Detective Inspector Lestrade (both from the BBC), and the 2020 Autumn de Wilde film adaptation of Emma as Mr. Weston.
Graves’s narration of Austen at Sea is a dream come true for me. As a Canadian suburban teenager in 1985, I remember laughing as hard as I’ve ever laughed in a movie theatre while Graves, as Freddy Honeychurch, ran naked around a pond with the equally bare George Emerson and Reverend Mr. Beebe in the Academy Award-winning movie A Room with a View. Graves’s role as gamekeeper Alec Scudder, with whom Maurice falls in love in the eponymous Merchant Ivory film, had an unforeseen but indelible impact on the writing of The Jane Austen Society – just weeks before I began writing my debut novel, I had attended a screening of Maurice at @tiff_net in Toronto followed by a talk by director James Ivory, and over time I increasingly see its influence on my own work and the character of Adam Berwick in particular. And of course there is the recent adaptation of Jane Austen’s masterpiece #Emma, where Graves’s rich, melodic voice brings the melancholy yet determined whimsy of Mr. Weston to life.
I am thrilled that Mr. Graves will be narrating Austen at Sea, with its multitude of characters on both sides of the Atlantic, and am so grateful to @macmillan.audio for arranging yet again the perfect voice for my work. The audiobook releases on May 6, 2025, in tandem with the US hardcover and Canadian paperback, and is available for pre-order now wherever audiobooks are sold!
hi! i’m not sure if you’ll see this, but i fell down a hole after rewatching skyfall recently and i found your mallory secretary verse and omg. i am obsessed.
i don’t know if you’re still an active writer, i saw that some of the posts are pretty old, but it’s an amazingly written series and if you’re ever feeling up to it, i’d love to read more! (i love their relationship and unspoken feelings 🥺) <3
Hey! You might just have made my day and whole week, really! Your ask made me so happy. :)
Due to working full time (and yes, also switching fandoms around a few times) I haven't written for this blog in ages. My love for the RRRs is sparking up again every once in a while and definitely more often lately. So I won't say that I'll never write anything more for Mallory/Secretary or any other character here. I'd love to get back into the game. Maybe one day I will.
Till then: Thank you soooo much for the love! I'm keeping it close to my heart and I'm sending more right back to you! <3<3<3
