(Note: Sorry if any of the terminology is off. I’m no expert in firearms.)

Q had been surprised when he’d found out how vanilla Bond really was. He was James Bond, the Casanova of MI-6; he’d been everywhere and done everything. Or so the tales said. But that was all they were. Stories.

One evening, after what could only be described as as damn good shag, Bond had told Q about the rumours surrounding him, and explained which ones were just rumours. Q had expected more, he’d thought Bond would have an even remotely kinky side to him. But no.

Q was disappointed.

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greenscrewdriver:

mothchick:

fcebk:

iv LITERALLY BEEN LAUGHING OVER THIS PIC FOR TWENTY MINUETS

ive been thinking about this pic all day

CALM THY BALL-SACKE

floobings:

I accidentally mafia au’d again yeaahhhhh

[requested in LS]

Prompt: Q and Bond are having a very busy week, and can’t seem to get any time to themselves. The two are frustrated by their inability to have any… Alone time

It was shaping up to be a horrendously busy week at MI-6; available field agents were rushing about, training, being briefed, assisting Q branch testing equipment, and any other odd job M wanted them to do. Q branch was in its own state of panic. There were nearly twice as many people in the labs, fiddling with weapons and dangerous substances, it was a health and safety nightmare; Q had pulled one of the minions from their duty to solely fill out ‘accident in the workplace’ paperwork; he had much more important things to be doing.

Having been in since five am and not having anything for breakfast other than a cup of tea, Q decided to treat himself to a lunch break. He left the minions to their work and hid himself in his office, sending a text to Bond to appease him with food. A few moments later Bond burst into the office, carrying a tray of food. He set it in front of Q, smirking.

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renmackree:

Happy Stony Moments Requested by wyntera 

(NSFW! Slightly)

 

yoohoopuddin:

A Live-In One

Jim decided he should move in Sebastian as a bodyguard. It’s only the next morning that he realises what a brilliant idea it really was. 

cheshiresden:

A ragged breath escaped Sebastian’s throat as the kiss was finally broken and Jim’s question was met with a quiet, growl like sound.

“Damn it, Jim, you know exactly what I want.” he huffed then, eyes darting from the outlines of Jim’s face downwards where all of this had caused a reaction that was impossible to miss.

Instead of a reply Jim only chuckled again, while his fingers traced the outlines of muscles hidden under Moran’s shirt, slowly wandering downwards until they reached the button of the sniper’s trousers. Resting there for a moment Jim leaned against the taller man again to gauge his reaction. He was having too much fun with riling Sebastian further up and it was so easy too when the other man had been pushed this far.

“Tease.” the sniper complained as Jim’s fingers tip toed along his zipper and to that unmistakable bulge that had formed by now under layers of clothing.

“Mmh… If you say so?” was the sing-song reply, before Jim’s palm pressed against the front of Sebastian’s trousers, grinding firmly, earning him a few more gasped breaths from the sniper.

So far Moran was still compliant, back still against the wall, allowing Jim to take control fully but it was clear that he was going to try and change that if his boss didn’t stop this blatant teasing and gave him more than just the dull friction of his hand against his crotch. He had already a hard time not to buck against Jim’s palm, gritting his teeth as his chest was heaving with every hastily taken breath.

Of course Jim knew exactly how far he was allowed to drag this out. A few moments later his palm pulled away as nimble fingers started to work Moran’s pants open, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. A short tug at the constricting fabric and what had been trapped for far too long was greeting by Jim’s fingers and a moment later by his lips as well as the smaller man slowly sank down to his knees.

This was a rare occasion but Sebastian decided in his mind that he damn well deserved this, giving a low groan as he reached down to thread his fingers through Jim’s dark hair. Usually this would earn him a ‘careful there, tiger’ as Jim didn’t like to have his hair messed up but right now he felt strangely compliant as his tongue darted out, tracing the tip of the taller man’s cock, drawing more pleasure filled noises from him.

For Jim it was almost adorable to see how much the sniper was struggling with control over his hips, twitching at times, his entire body shivering under the touches of the other man. His fingers were by now wrapped around the base of Moran’s cock, stroking him slightly while his tongue continued to work around the tip and along the sides.

Then, finally, his lips parted further, as his mouth engulfed Sebastian’s member, causing the other man to tense up briefly and mutter a choked sounding ‘fuck!’. The more aroused the sniper got, the more colorful his language would get most of the times. Which was another endearing detail even if it made him sound so much more like a caveman in Jim’s mind.

Then suddenly Jim’s lips and mouth were gone as his hand slipped away as well and Sebastian blinked a few times, mind still a bit hazy from the pleasure, feeling now as if somebody had dumped cold water over him as everything came to a screeching halt. Opening his eyes again he gazed at Jim who had switched on the lights by now and was staring down at himself.

“No, no, this won’t do.” he heard the other man mutter and work on the creases of his suit, “I can’t be kneeling around like this.”

It took Sebastian a moment to understand what was going on as he was still standing there, trousers and pants halfway tugged down, still hard and waiting. But he realised nothing else would happen and when he finally got to wrap his head about the reasons why his eyes narrowed, expression growing dark.

“The fuck? Don’t tell me you’re not going to finish the blow job because of your bloody suit, Jim!” he snapped then, glaring at his boss, who just arched one of those impossible eyebrows, acting as if he had no idea why Sebastian was getting so angry.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining now, tiger. You know how expensive this suit was. I’m sure you can finish this…” a vague gesture was given, “…alone. Yes?”

Moran fell silent and just stared at Jim, and then with an angry movement he tucked himself back into his pants and trousers, pulling up the zipper and closing the button again. A moment later he was already storming towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

Jim’s voice stopped him but he didn’t turn around to face him because right now he felt like punching the smaller man and he couldn’t have that happen.

“I’m going out. I still haven’t eaten anything yet. So I’ll do that now.”

Stepping outside he slammed the door shut, leaving the flat as angry as he had entered it.

Jim only shrugged his shoulders, as he walked towards his bedroom to hang up his suit. His tiger surely had to work on his temper.

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Art (c) Hiyoko

Story - Cheshiresden

Part 3. Based on a RP scene with the lovely and kind Hiyoko. <3 Cleaned up and written in fic style. Jim is a dick. :P

Art posted with the permission of the artist. 

Part 2 can be found here.

Part 1 can be found here.