#morstrade

Reichenbach fall shenanigans

your MEN want to kiss MEN!!!!

I hope you all have a fun game of 'count how many innuendos and hilarious flirty comments there are.' I lost count Requested by @princesspeach212 and @wcsteland ——————— Greg hovered over a body with another perfect shot in it. Right through the centre of the chest. He knew he was dealing with a very skilled marksman, one that seemed to be creating a pattern. "Boss!" Donovan called over and Greg turned to her "We've got someone in custody." Greg rushed back to Scotland Yard as quick as he could and went directly to the interrogation room where the suspect was being held. "Here's his file," Anderson handed it over to Greg "He hasn't said a word since he came in." Greg walked in and held back a gasp that was lodged between is lungs and mouth as he saw the most handsomest man he had ever seen sitting right in front of him. "Funny," the man smirked "That always happens...people just love opening their mouths around me..." Greg didn't even know his mouth was gaping and quickly snap it shut, lightly blushing at the slight innuendo. He sat down at the table and cleared his throat "Your full name is Sebastian Moran, we don't have much on you as far as convictions go-" "-I can have a lot less on me in your bedroom." Sebastian cut Greg off with a wink and Greg's face burned so quickly he thought he was going to faint. "You seem to be quite that chatterbox. Why didn't you want to speak to any of my other officers?" "They aren't as handsome as you...detective inspector Lestrade.," Sebastian purred. Greg chewed the inside of his cheek before letting out a sigh "What were you doing last night?" Sebastian leaned forward "Well I wish I was doing you," he winked causing Greg to choke on his own saliva. Sebastian leaned back "I was just in my house, nothing special just watching some TV." "Right," Greg coughed and fumbled with the file in front of him, nervously fumbling with it so much it fell and the papers inside spread out all over the floor. Greg let out a sigh and got onto his hands and knees to collect them. Sebastian let out a snort and glanced up to the man who smelt like cigarette smoke and leather "What's so funny?" Greg huffed out. "You're not the first man I've seen on his knees in front of me..." Greg narrowed his eyes feeling butterflies in his stomach and the build up of...jealousy? After collecting the papers Greg sat back down "You're making my life increasingly harder!" He hissed. Sebastian laughed "Your life wasn't the only thing I wanted to make harder, Lestrade." The way he hummed those words to Greg made the DI almost faint from the heat that was being radiated from his face. "Mr Moran-" "You say my name so formal...I wonder how it would sound if you were moaning it." "O-okay! That's it you're free to go!" Greg exasperatingly slammed his hands on the table "There's nothing evidence wise that will keep you here so I'm letting you go." Sebastian stood up with a proud smirk and left the DI flustered beyond belief. "You okay boss?" Anderson's voice made Greg jump. "Ye-yeah! Fine!" He reassured and walked away. Later that evening when Greg left work it was so dark he could barely see in front of him. He pulled out his car keys and dropped them from sheer shock after smelling the distinctive scent of cigarettes and leather. Greg slowly turned around and saw Sebastian emerge from the shadows with a sniper rifle. Greg held up his hands as Sebastian approached him. "It's alright, I won't shoot you," Sebastian tried to reassure Greg but the DI didn't feel overly reassured especially seeing a dangerous man holding a gun right in front of him. "Why are you here?" Greg asked with a trembling voice. "Well because I just wanted to show you how impressive the size of my gun was..." The sniper trailed off with a half smirk before adding "It's not the only thing I can shoot things out of." Greg couldn't help but let out a genuine laugh and Sebastian smiled at the sound "Maybe I'll see you again someday..." Sebastian whispered. "Maybe that will be the day you'll let me have a shot of your gun." "Well," Sebastian smirked and stepped back a little "Be sure to bring your handcuffs..." Greg watched as Sebastian slipped back into the shadows and let out the trapped air that he didn't know he was holding behind his lips.

messy sketch bc they used to be my everything

Richard Brook my beloved (feat. Lestrade)

... or your devil.

Jimstrade ship dynamic