#james bond reader insert

[strawwritesfic]

Asexual!Q x Female!Reader: Logical Fallacy [Ch. 21]

Summary: Q’s got one hundred and two problems. His girlfriend is, technically speaking, every single one.

Challenge:  “102 Things A Guy Should Know About Girls” challenge by Miss Chocobo on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; asexual!Q; sexual!reader; a running gag about sexual harassment; double standard: sexual harassment, female on male; sexual harassment played for comedy; James Bond & Reader friendship; civilian!reader; artist!reader; complicated family relationships; reader has a really big family; miscommunications; MI6 would not behave this way in reality; set post-Skyfall; joking references made to Bond/Q)

Pairings: Q/Female!Reader; James Bond/Eve Moneypenny

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @rory-cakes​

Master List

Rule #21: Size does matter–but only to hos, not to girls that want relationships.

If Q thought seeing Bond in various locations across London was stressful, it was nothing compared to seeing Bond in his own home. Even then, sitting at the table, Q could not help but feel immensely uncomfortable. Relatively large though the flat may have been, it still didn’t seem roomy enough to contain Bond, Q, and the latter's excitable girlfriend.

“There you go! Tea is up.” 

You flashed Bond a smile as you set one mug down in front of him, then Q. Bond smiled back, Q nodded, but you didn’t leave. Instead, you pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and settled in beside them.

“Mr. Bond, I know you’re here for super-secret work purposes and all–”

“Yes,” Q interjected. “He is.”

“–but could I ask you a question really quick?”

“[Name], now is really not the time. Mr. Bond needs to catch a flight to Beijing in the next five hours, and he really cannot afford to waste time with idle chitchat.”

“Oh, give the lady a break, Q.” Bond smirked at the look Q shot him over the top of his glasses. Really, it was bad enough that he had to invite Bond over to do this trade, and now Bond was purposely going to make Q look the bad guy. “I’m sure the professional matters can wait for a few minutes. Unless my ticket is going to blow up if I don’t leave quickly enough?”

Q answered with stony silence that you reacted to not at all.

Bond’s grin widened as he turned back to you. “Go ahead, [Name].”

For a moment, Q thought you might just do as he had asked and leave. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. These actions were unfortunately not in preparation for exiting the room. They were instead preparation to ask the following question:

“Mr. Bond, how big is your penis?”

Tea spurted from Q’s mouth. Both you and Bond turned to give him quizzical looks as he continued to cough.

“[Name]!” he protested around his coughing fit. “Why would you–You just can’t–Why do you even–” Q could not finish his sentences.

You shrugged your shoulders in an almost offensively casual manner. “What? It’s not like I’m taking out a tape measure and asking him to whip it out on the table.”

Q’s cheeks grew as hot as the teapot sitting on the stove. Next to him, Bond’s shoulders silently shook, as if he were trying desperately not to laugh openly at Q’s predicament. When Q could not find it in himself to speak, Bond ran a finger around the lip of his mug and asked:

“Why the sudden interest?”

“Well.” You frowned at the table. “Q says everyone wants to sleep with you. I guess I was just curious if that had anything to do with it, because as far as I know, no one has offered to sleep with Q other than me. Maybe it's a size issue?”

Now Bond was definitely suppressing a smile. “How big is Q’s?”

“That’s none of your business!” Q burst out at last. Bond chuckled. You cocked your head to one side and blinked. “Can we please just get back to what we came here to do?”

“You didn’t come here to do anything. You live here.”

“You know what I mean!” Of course, it was unprofessional to snap, not to mention that Q probably wouldn’t hear the end of this particular embarrassment for a long time to come–from Bond or you. He sighed and tried to contain himself before speaking again. “[Name], please relocate to the living room. This does require the exchange of some confidential information.”

“But I didn’t get my answer,” you said, sticking your lower lip out.

Q glowered at you. Sometimes it seemed as if you got some sort of kick out of mortifying him. 

From the corner of his eye, Q saw Bond wink. “I’m afraid that’s confidential information as well, [Name].” 

Q turned his head slightly to stare at Bond. What was going on? Was he really trying to salvage the situation? Or was he about to speak some new terror into it?

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

Bond nodded gravely. “I might have to kill you if I told you. M would definitely find out about it, and then where would we be?”

“Dead,” you said breathlessly. “Or arrested.”

“That’s right. Now, why don’t you run along to the living room before Q here’s head explodes?”

“Okay!” You got to your feet, beaming, and headed toward the hallway. “You two have fun!”

Q waited until he heard the television turn on, then heaved a relieved sigh as Bond took a deep swig of tea.

“Thanks,” said Q.

“Don’t mention it.”

[cupidandcherubs]

merry christmas :))

to celebrate my coming back from the dead, cringey self shipping art

[seoll3miwrites]

White Fur Trim | Le Chiffre x Reader

Masterlist Y/N plans a very special Christmas surprise for her boyfriend, which of course leads to a very passionate Christmas morning.

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (male receiving), AFAB! Reader, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, Slight Dom/Sub Dynamics, Pet Names.

AN: According to the Quantum of Solace video game Le Chiffre's real name is Jean so Y/N does use that instead.

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Y/N had been dating Jean for a little over a year now, having met last November during the most interesting twenty-four hours of her life. At first it was strange dating someone with such an expensive lifestyle, but Y/N quickly found herself acclimatising to it all.

Although she now had a new problem, with Christmas fast approaching, she had no idea what to get her boyfriend. 

He was known as Le Chiffre, and any man with a name like that wouldn’t have anything less than an expensive taste. Which wasn’t exactly something she could afford, at least not with her current salary. 

So, after wandering around the mall for nearly two hours, she decided to follow her instincts and walk into one of the lingerie stores. Y/N had been inside one before, but this was the first time she’d ever bought anything risqué. The set she had chosen was almost fully red, but it also came with a sheer babydoll cover-up that had white fur trimmings.

After she’d bought it, Y/N made sure to hide it deep within her wardrobe, knowing Jean wouldn’t look that deep. She’d tried it on a few times to build her confidence, but only when she knew her boyfriend wasn’t home. As the days passed, her confidence grew, as did her excitement for Christmas.

When Christmas came, she happily woke up in Jean’s arms, who woke up not long after her and greeted her with a soft kiss. “Merry Christmas, my darling.” He said softly once they parted. 

“Merry Christmas, my love.” She said before jumping out of his grasp and out of bed. “Shall we go open our presents?”

He chuckled as she bounced out of bed; he sat up, resting his back up against the headboard. He watched her, with a soft smile on his face, as she pranced out of the room and into the living room.

"Yes, let's go, darling." He replied, watching her every move.

Jean followed her into the living room, where the gifts were all neatly tucked away under the tree. Y/N turned towards him and picked up a square box before handing it to him. “Open this first.”

Jean accepted the box, studying it for a moment. The wrapping paper was a silvery colour, and it had a bow on the top. He looked up at her with a small smile before carefully opening it. He took his time, not wanting to accidentally damage anything.

"Darling, you shouldn't have." He said gently as he removed the paper and lifted the lid of the box.

Inside was a small box of his favourite aftershave; he’d mentioned he was running out, so Y/N had bought a small bottle of it with what she had left over from her main gift.

“There is another gift, but that can wait until later.” She said simply as he pulled the aftershave from the box.

"Thank you, my love. You never fail to surprise me." He said, admiring the bottle, before leaning in and giving her a kiss.

"I can't wait until later, darling." He added, before setting the bottle down on a nearby table.

“Fine,” she gave in far too easily, “But can I have my present first?”

He chuckled; he knew she was too eager to wait. With a playful grin, he nodded his head and moved towards the Christmas tree. "Of course, my darling. I have something for you as well."

He picked up a long, thin, rectangular box from under the tree. The wrapping paper was a deep red, with a gold bow on top. 

With an excited smile, Y/N opened the box and gasped in delight at what she saw. Inside was a long golden chain with an elegant diamond hanging from the chain. “Oh Jean, it’s beautiful; thank you so much.” 

He smiled, watching her open the box with an excited smile on her face. He watched her eyes widen when she saw the necklace inside. He chuckled when she gasped; that's exactly how he thought she would react.

"I'm glad you like it, darling. I saw it, and I knew I had to buy it for you."

He took the necklace from the box and carefully placed it around her neck, gently fastening it. He then let his hand rest on her hip, his thumb gently rubbing her side. They stood together for a moment before Y/N stepped away with a smile.

“Let me go get your other present,” she said as she walked back towards the bedroom. “Give me five minutes!”

It didn’t take long for her to quickly undress from her pjs before stepping into the ruby red lingerie set. Stepping back into the living room, she leaned against the door as she spoke, “What do you think?”

When his lover returned from the bedroom, Jean was sitting on the couch, waiting patiently. When he saw her appear, he went completely still, taking in the sight before him. His eyes slowly roamed over her body, taking in every detail. The deep red of the lingerie looked perfect on her body; the white fur of the babydoll only added to the elegant sensuality.

Jean watched her for a moment, completely speechless. After a moment he finally managed to find his voice, his gaze never leaving her.

"You... look... stunning."

“Well,” she pushed away from the door and walked to where he was sitting, stepping between his legs, “I hope you enjoy your present, my love.”

Jean's eyes darkened with desire as she sauntered over to him. He let out a soft exhale as she stepped between his legs. He looked up at her, his gaze roaming over her body again. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips, his fingers gently caressing her skin.

"Darling... you are the best gift I could ever ask for."

He pulled her closer, his hands moving to the small of her back. Following his lead, Y/N manoeuvred herself so that she was now straddling his lap. She leaned in close before whispering, “And how do you plan to unwrap your present?”

Jean's breath hitched at the feeling of her straddling his lap. His grip on her hips tightened slightly, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Oh darling... you know how I like to open my presents." He growled, his voice low, his hot breath brushing against her neck. He began to trail a path of kisses along her jawline.

As his lips trailed down her jawline to her neck, Y/N couldn’t help but arch her back as she leaned into his touch. She bit her lip as she mewled from his sensual touch, slowly grinding against his lap.

He continued to kiss, nibble, and bite at her neck, working his way down to the space between her collarbone. Her mewling and arching back, only fuelling his need for her. He could feel her grinding against his lap, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl against her skin.

"Darling... you are making this very difficult," he groaned, his voice rough, his hands beginning to wander over her body, exploring every curve, every dip, every inch of her.

“Good.” Was all she mumbled before lifting his head so she could lean in and passionately kiss him.

Jean responded to her passion in kind, his hands moving up her body, trailing over her skin, and tangling in her hair. The kiss was intense and desperate, full of need and desire. He pulled her closer, crushing her body against his, his lips and tongue claiming hers.

He slowly pulled back, breaking the kiss, and gently biting her lower lip before speaking, his voice low and hoarse.

"You are such a tease."

“I’m sorry, my love; let me beg for forgiveness,” she replied, before sliding from his lap to kneel down on the floor in front of him.

Jean's breathing hitched as she slid from his lap and onto the floor in front of him. He watched as she knelt before him, his eyes dark with desire, his body taut with anticipation. He leaned back against the couch, his legs slightly spread.

"Go ahead, my dear,” he said, his voice thick and rough. "Beg for forgiveness."

Without speaking, her hands slowly moved up to toy with the waistline of his pyjama bottoms, looking up to ask for permission.

Jean's breath hitched as her hands went to toy with the waistband of his pyjama pants. He stared down at her, his gaze intense and scorching. He watched her, his muscles tensing slightly, all his senses focused on her.

After a moment he nodded, giving her permission. "Go on," he said, his voice gravelly. "Be a good girl and beg."

Obediently, she pulled his trousers down, letting them pool at his ankles as his cock sprang free. Immediately she grasped it and began to gently stroke it with her right hand, enjoying the grunts he produced in pleasure.

The feel of her hand wrapped around him and the sound of his own guttural moans was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He leaned back more, his hands grasping at the cushions.

"Good girl," he groaned, watching her movements, biting his lip to hold back a louder moan.

“Shh, baby, let me show you how much of a good girl I can be…” She whispered as she released her grip on him, leaning in close to kiss his thigh.

Jean's breath hitched as she whispered to him, barely containing the gasp that left his lips at the feel of her soft lips on his thigh. He watched as she continued, his body tensing in anticipation of what was to come.

"Darling... you're doing so well..." He groaned, his voice thick and rough, his hand moving to her hair.

Pleased with his praise, Y/N continued moving her kiss upwards until she eventually planted a soft kiss on the tip of his cock. She gripped his manhood again before slowly parting her lips and moving her head down.

Jean couldn't help but let out a guttural moan, low and deep. His eyes darkening as he watched her, his hand in her hair gripping a little tighter.

"So good... such a good girl for me..." he panted, his voice thick and raspy, his body completely at her mercy. The sight of her was almost too much for him to take; he could feel his control slipping. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep still or quiet for long, not as she pleasured him so expertly.

Y/N continued to bob her head slowly, finding her rhythm, pulling away every so often to gently swirl her tongue around his head. She let out a moan as the grip on her hair got tighter, almost pushing her down onto his cock.

As she felt him move his hips towards her, Y/N knew he was close. Wanting to prolong his pleasure, she pulled away from him but remained kneeling on the floor. Propping herself up on his knees, she spoke, “Should I take this off, or do you want to do the honours?”

He groaned as she pulled away, his body feeling the loss of her touch. When she spoke, he took a moment to catch his breath and regain some semblance of control. He looked down at her, his eyes roamed over her body, his gaze dark and clouded with desire.

"Take it off. Now," he commanded, his voice rough, his body tense.

With a smile, she stood from the floor and carefully stepped backwards as her boyfriend stayed sitting on the couch watching intently. Slowly she undid the front ties of the sheer cover-up before letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in the lace bra and panties.

Jean's gaze never left her as she moved back, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her body. He couldn’t tear his gaze away; he was completely entranced, watching every movement, every little detail. He sat on the edge of the couch, his body tense, his hands grasping the edge of the couch, needing to hold onto something, anything, to keep himself from pouncing on her right then and there.

"Darling... you are absolutely stunning..." he growled out, his voice deep and rough.

Without looking away, Y/N carefully reached behind her, unhooking her bra with one swift movement before letting it drop in front of her. She reached down to her panties, but instead of taking them off, she simply played with the waistband.

Jean's eyes were completely fixated on her as she removed her bra. He could feel his pulse quicken at the sight of her, his body practically shaking with desire. When she began to play with the waistband of her panties, his own breath hitched, his hands clenched the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white.

"Tease..." he growled, his eyes dark and filled with burning desire.

“Impatient…” she teased back.

A low growl escaped him, a mix of desire and possessiveness. He couldn’t take much more of her teasing. He pushed himself up to his feet, his body taut, his hands clenching into fists by his sides.

"Darling, if you don’t stop teasing me, I will punish you." he said, his voice low and firm, a warning.

Y/N giggled slightly as she stepped towards his, grabbing his hand before placing them on the sides of her hips, resting on her panties’ straps. “But I’m a good girl, aren’t I?”

He leaned in, his body pressing against hers, his grip on her hips firm and possessive. He could feel the heat radiating from her, her skin warm against his. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke.

"You’re a good girl... my good girl... but you’re being such a goddamn tease right now." He growled, his voice rough and low.

She let out a gasp in shock when her back hit the wall, but still she stared into his eyes. Arousal completely overtaking her and clouding her mind. Lifting her head up, she began to place kisses along his jaw, trying desperately to reach his lips.

"Beg me..." he commanded, his voice rough and low. "Beg me to kiss you..."

“Kiss me… Please just kiss me….” She whined, his commanding tone making her completely obedient.

"Good girl..." he murmured, his voice still low and rough, "You're being such a good girl for me now…"

With that, he leaned in and claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His body pressed tightly against hers, his hands gripping her hips firmly. Y/N completely melted into the kiss, allowing the control he loved so much, gasping when the grip on her waist tightened.

The gasp only fuelled his need. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming it possessively, his body pressed even tighter against hers. His hands continued to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, a silent message that she was his and his alone.

As they continued to kiss, Y/N slowly moved her hand down, gripping his cock firmly as she began to gently stroke him.

A low groan escaped him as her hand wrapped around him, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He broke the kiss, his head falling back as he leaned against the wall, his breathing ragged and heavy. He could feel his body tensing in response to her touch, a shudder running down his spine.

She leaned into his ear to whisper gently, “I need you...”

Her words went straight to his core, igniting a fire within him. He panted heavily, his body tense, aching for her, needing her just as much as she needed him.

"Darling... I need you too... so badly..." he whispered back, his voice a low, guttural growl, filled with desire and need, "Tell me you're mine... tell me you belong to me."

“I’m yours,” she spoke quickly without hesitation. “I’m yours my love, please take me.”

Her words, her declaration of belonging to him, made his heart race and heightened his desire. A low, possessive growl escaped his lips, and in one swift movement, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him. 

Turning away from the wall, he gently placed her down on the plush rug in the centre of the sitting room. He took a moment to admire her before moving his hands to her panties and slowly pulling them down, exposing her soaked pussy to him.

Unable to take much more, Jean placed himself in between her thighs as he hovered above. His cock just teasing her entrance, causing another gasp to escape her lips.

"Darling... you are so beautiful... so perfect..." he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I... I need...”

“It’s okay,” she said, pulling his face close to her to gently kiss him. “Take it…”

With her permission, Jean adjusted himself and sunk into her wet heat. Their moans harmonising as the pleasure overwhelmed them. 

“So tight... so perfect..." he panted, his voice ragged with pleasure, his hands gripping the fur of the rug. He had paused in his movements once he was fully inside her, allowing her time to adjust to his size.

After a minute or so, Y/N gently tapped his shoulder before speaking, “You can move… please.”

Jean panted for a moment, taking a breath, trying to keep control and not give in to his urges too quickly. But when she gently tapped his shoulder and told him to move, he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out of her almost completely before slowly pushing back in, his breathing ragged.

As his thrusts continued, Y/N began to grind against his movements, allowing them to quickly find a strong rhythm. She let out several loud moans and whines, and she felt the pleasure continuously build inside her; she was quickly reaching her peak.

“Please,” was all she could mutter, “Please…”

Jean continued to thrust into her, picking up the pace and adjusting his position. His breathing was ragged and heavy, grunts and groans leaving his lips with almost every thrust. He could feel her pleasure building, her moans and whimpers driving him closer to the edge.

“It’s okay, darling... come for me..." he panted, his voice thick and ragged, his body taut with pleasure and need.

Somehow her body was able to obey his command as she quickly hit her peak, causing her to almost scream out his name. He slowed his movements, letting her ride out her orgasm, his body trembling with need and desire. He leaned down to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, his voice soft and gentle, his body still pressed against hers, every inch of him aching for release.

"Good girl... so good for me... you're so beautiful when you come for me... you're amazing, darling..." he panted, his hands caressing her body.

“K-keep going.” She stuttered as she came down from the high. “Fuck me, Jean.”

He could feel a wave of heat wash over him at her words, her voice breathless and desperate. He growled deep in his chest, his desire flaring to new heights at her command.

"Anything for you, my darling..." he panted back, his voice thick with need and lust. He pulled out of her slowly and gently, before flipping her onto her stomach in one swift move, pulling her up onto her hands and knees.

Y/N only whined at the empties for a few seconds before he re-entered her. This time he fucked into her faster, harder, and it completely overwhelmed her. Her whines had now increased into loud moans. 

“Fuck!” She cried out after a particularly hard thrust, “Keep fucking me.”

The sound of her cry only fuelled his desire, and he could feel his control slipping. He leaned down, his body pressed against hers, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his thrusts deep and powerful.

One of his hands became tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck to him. He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his lips grazing her skin, his thrusts becoming harder and harder.

“Jean…” She whined as her breaths became heavier, “I—I’m gonna…”

He was at the edge, his control hanging by a thread. He could feel his own peak coming, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. He panted heavily, his breath hot against her neck, his voice low and hoarse but filled with need and desire.

"Me too..." he panted back, his voice a low, ragged whisper, "Come for me, darling... come with me..."

Her eyes clenched shut as she came with a loud scream, her pussy clenching against his cock. Jean was not far behind the pressure from her walls, causing him to come, his hips stuttering as he shot his spend deep inside her womb. 

When he pulled out of her, Jean made sure to gently manoeuvre her weak body, turning her so she lay on her back again. He looked down at her on his knees, admiring how gorgeous she looked, flustered, sweaty, and completely spent.

“Thank you, my dear.” He spoke as he leaned over her, pulling her close to kiss her gently, “For such a special present.”

All she could do was smile at him softly in reply. Y/N had never felt this complete in her life until this very moment.

He lay down beside her, pulling her close to him, getting a blanket from off the couch to cover the both of them. He smiled down at her, affection and tenderness in his eyes as he gently stroked her hair. The aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through him, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Merry Christmas, darling," he said, his voice soft and low, his lips gently brushing against her forehead. "Thank you for being mine."

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE <3

[shegatsby]

Hi, how are you? Please don't judge or kill me! Please, I don't condone this kind of behaviour. So, I have a request about Mads Mikkelsen's character Le Chiffre from Casino Royale.

So Female!Reader's father won against Le Chiffre his money at the casino.

To take revenge, Le Chiffre kidnaps Reader to get revenge on her father. Warning:Kidnapping, Non-con.

Please don't kill me, I don't condone this behaviour.!!! <3<3<3

A/N; Thank you for this request I sure had fun writing it ;) It got longer than i expected but hey, who cares. love you all.

Warnings; Kidnapping, smut, minors get the fuck out or else!

The only reason why you followed your father to Montenegro was to unwind from stressful year at the university. He said he had some business to attend to and he offered you a most generous holiday which you didn’t hesitate to indulge in. First few days were relaxing, you joined a yoga class, got several massages, swam in the sea and also at the pool, however, tonight would be the night to switch things up.

Your father said he was going to gamble at a casino, the hotel you stayed in was infamous for its illegal businesses such as gambling. Your father said it could be fun to have you there with him, he liked to show off his intelligent and siren looking daughter and to distract the gamblers.

Your dress was long and red, the fabric was satin, so smooth on your skin, the dress had a slash on your left side, up to your thigh. Hair let loose, red nails and red lips.. you were the walking femme fatal that night.

You entered the room with your dad, a soft 20s music was playing at the casino, yellow lights and dark green chairs, couches made the place look vintage, there were bodyguards at each door.

As you walked together you saw him

He was among his ‘’friends’’ or people he did business with. He was covered in black, which made him look manly and dangerous. His silver watch was shining under the yellow lights, you noticed that he had no ring, could be single. He was laughing at one of their jokes when he lifted his gaze and he saw you entering. His expression changed in a second, the way he looked at you up and down didn’t go unnoticed. His left eye twitched and he looked away, from afar you could see there was something in his left eye, looked like a nasty scar. It made you curious about him, because the way he dressed and held himself showed you that he had men to do the dirty work but maybe, time to time he liked to get his hands dirty… why were you so interested in a man who seemed older than you all of a sudden? You were here to enjoy your holiday and do a trick with our dad. Ever since you hit the age 18 your dad started to take you to casinos when he wanted to gamble, and you came up with this thing where you flirt with other gamblers to distract them, it worked usually because of weak nature of men.

Your father guided you to the bar to get drinks, there was still 20 minutes till the game started so he ordered you something and you gracefully took your place to observe the environment. ‘’Excuse me love, I have to use the restroom.’’ Your father announced and left, you were enjoying your drink and listening to the soft tunes when you felt a presence next to you. You looked up to see your father but you were surprised. That man with the scar was sitting next to you, ‘’Hello.’’ He said looking at you, he wasn’t shy showing his scar, it was infact nasty but you didn’t shy away, you directly looked into his eyes, you innocently smiled, for some strange reason you liked the scar, it suited him perfectly. His plump lips formed into a dangerous smile, ‘’Allow me to accompany you while you wait for your partner.’’ His tone was questioning, he ordered two drinks, ‘’He is my father. Not so smooth are you Mister?’’ he chuckled at your boldness, he extended his hand, ‘’Le Chiffre. And you are?’’

You accepted his hand, he had a strong grip, ‘’Ms. Y/N Y/L/N.’’ he gave a small peck on your hand, predator disguised as a gentleman. ‘’I assume you are here to accompany your father?’’ you took a sip from your cocktail, ‘’Correct. I didn’t want to leave him alone, plus, I’m his lucky charm.’’

‘’Good girl.’’ His eyes never left yours, you wondered if he could see from his scarred eye, of course you didn’t ask. With his comment you could feel heat rising up to your cheeks, thankfully your father came.

‘’Le Chiffre?’’ your father asked in a not so kind matter, ‘’Mr. Y/L/N,’’ he greeted your father with the same icy cold courtesy. ‘’Long time no see.’’ Your father said, ‘’Looking forward to see you at the game with your,’’ he looked at you, ‘’lucky charm.’’ His hand went to his pocket to get his silver inhaler and bid you goodbye. You didn’t understand the tension that they had, maybe it was because of the competitive business life.

Soon the game started, your father’s instructions were simple, wait for Le Chiffre to make a bold move and distract him, it was an old game of yours.

You were like a hawk watching the table from afar, your fingertips circling around the cocktail glass, you saw that it was his turn to make a move and you bolted to your feet. Your heels were making powerful sounds on the marble floor and you saw him looking up as he was shaking the dice in his big palm, your eyes never left his dangerous ones, he wasn’t ready the dice unintentionally fell from his palm, you saw the pure anger written on his perfectly shaped face as you got on the elevator you could hear your father’s victorious laugh.

You didn’t join your father, who was celebrating the big cash he just won. You were in your hotel room, just out of the shower and moisturized. You couldn’t help but think of Le Chiffre, was that money important to him? Did your father and he had a history? You needed a spa night. Since it was late you didn’t mind leaving your hotel room only in a long robe and nothing else, the halls were quiet, no workers around which was strange. You didn’t mind, the spa was at the top floor so you pressed the button and waited, after few floors two men who were dressed in black joined. When you reached the top floor something felt fishy with the situation but you couldn’t turn back to your room now so you decided to stick with the plan. Your steps were quick on the marble floors, you finally saw someone who was attending the spa area and you informed them, they smiled and showed you to one of the cabins. You were alone, thankfully. You just sat and closed your eyes to relax, the steam helped you calm your mind, well, it was too calming and soon you were asleep.

You slowly started to feel your body again, your eyelids felt so heavy but a sudden panic made you open your eyes, you weren’t at the spa, you were at a bedroom.. that wasn’t yours.

As you lifted your body with the help of your shaky hands you heard a voice which was familiar, ‘’Slow down, you are still recovering.’’ Someone, a man, sat on the edge of the bed and you could feel his hand on your small back. You looked up to see him and it was Le Chiffre, but why was he here?

‘’Wh-‘’ your throat was dry, ‘’Here.’’ He offered you a glass of water, you were hesitant but thirst clenched your being so you drank with his help. ‘’Good girl.’’ He said when you drank the whole glass.

You were coming to your senses so you pushed yourself away from him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed, ‘’You might be wondering why you’re here-‘’

‘’Might?!’’ you replied. Cleary not amused, ‘’As you can remember your father won a significant amount of money, thanks to your help, I want that money back.’’

‘’So you kidnapped me?!’’ you could feel anger boiling, ‘’Smart one aren’t you. Until that money is returned you are my-‘’

‘’Hostage.’’ You sarcastically said, ‘’guest.’’ He answered, ‘’It had been 5 hours since you were taken You must be hungry. Come.’’ He extended his hand but you refused, as you quickly stood up you got dizzy so he grabbed your waist, his scent filled your nostrils. He smelled good.

You couldn’t protest because it was hard for you to walk so with his help you left the room. You weren’t at the hotel anymore, it was a mansion. Was this his house? You walked down the stairs, all you could see was an astonishing house with large paintings and furniture. He took you to the dining room where breakfast waiting for you both. Your stomach growled, he chuckled and helped you to your chair. ‘’Why can’t you just win the money back? There is another game tonight.’’ You asked, looking at the breakfast. You had to keep your calm in order to survive because you didn’t know what was he capable of. ‘’I don’t have for another game and I don’t like taking chances.’’

You laughed sarcastically, ‘’Says the man who was gambling last night.’’ You drank the orange juice, it was tasty. ‘’I was going to win. Until I got distracted by a certain beauty.’’ His comment made you blush so you didn’t look at him, ‘’Is it scary to look at me love?’’ he sounded hurt, ‘’I understand if it is the case.’’ You didn’t care about the scar so you looked straight at him, ‘’There we go.’’ He smiled, ‘’Now, finish your breakfast, I have plans for us.’’

You didn’t know his plan but you had to play along, you finished your breakfast as he commanded so, it was delicious anyways and you were almost sure there was no poison. He looked at your finished plate, you could see a small smile forming on his plump lips, they distracted you, ‘’Well done.’’ You noticed that he kept giving you praises, which was your weak spot but he didn’t know.. or did he?

He stood up, extended his big hand, ‘’Shall we?’’

You thought he was going to torture you, lock in his basement, feed you to his dogs but instead he took you on a stream in the mountains, he said he liked to come here, swim and make plans for his business, he said the water calms his nerves and keeps him connected to mother nature. Before you left his mansion a maid came to give you a bag with everything you need, a bathing suit, towels, sunglasses, sunscreen, you name it. Le Chiffre didn’t need changing, he just took off his shirt and jumped into the stream, you thought he wanted to give you privacy so you quickly changed into your bathing suit, it was red, a color he choose but you had no idea. Once you changed you placed one of the towels on the grass and sat, started to put sunscreen on your legs, arms, ‘’Need a hand?’’ you heard his serpent voice, tempting and you looked up to see him, on the edge, his broad arms supporting his body by leaning into the ground, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’ Two can play the games, you thought. The way he jumped up to the shore, his arms and legs flexing did something to your core. You had to exhale the breath you were holding, without a word he sat behind you, put some sunscreen in his palm and started to rub your back. You literally held onto grass under your hands, his calloused hands trying to be gentle but you could sense the certain urge to go deep, and rough.

‘’When I first saw you at the casino,’’ he began, ‘’I thought to myself, I must have this girl somehow.’’ He wasn’t shy at all, ‘’I guess Universe finally decided to give me a break and let me have one good thing.’’ It was obvious that his life was difficult, and seeing you as something good  made you blush.

You turned to face him, his eyes were hoping for something, something tangible and you decided.

You leaned in to give him a kiss which he gladly took, his lips were so full and soft, his big hands went to caress your face, as the kiss got heated you followed his movements, he made you lay on your back, your legs invited him by opening. When he bit your neck you moaned, he pulled away, ‘’Did I hurt you?’’ he was out of breath, the genuine curiosity could be seen in his eyes and you almost cried.  ‘’No, keep going.’’

He kissed you again, you could feel his hard member between your legs, there was no going back.

His hand went to dip into your wetness and he moaned into your mouth, he pulled away to give kisses to your face and neck, ‘’just how I imagined.’’ He said as he started to rub your clit, your arched your back, his sweet torture was driving you mad. ‘’Do you want this?’’ he looked to see any sort of discomfort on your face but all he found was flushed cheeks, lust written in your eyes, mouth slightly parted. ‘’Yes,’’ you said, ‘’please’’ he grinned.

His fingers pushed the fabric away, he quickly got rid of his short and gave himself few pumps, you couldn’t help but notice how big he was.

He rubbed his tip into your folds, making you whimper, ‘’pleasee’’ you said whining, ‘’Please what, lucky charm?’’ you couldn’t help but moan deeply, ‘’Please fuck me, ever since I saw you last night I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me raw.’’ Well, it wasn’t a lie, he had a strange aura to him.

Your confession startled him at first, Le Chiffre, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had insecurities thanks to the scar on his face, ladies usually went for his colleges, not him. Hearing you openly admit to want him turned him on, he was planning on to be gentle with you but after what you said, that wasn’t an option anymore, he had to have you and keep you all to himself.

Your legs wrapped around him and he inserted himself with one thrust, you screamed in pain at first because it had been a while, ‘’Look at me.’’ He was deep inside you, you could feel his pubic hair tickling your skin. You meet his eyes and he started to move, you knew after this session you would have sore thighs, but you didn’t want him to stop. He stretched you out perfectly, ‘’Open your mouth.’’ And you did, he spit in your mouth, bit your lower lip, gave you multiple hickies.

Your fingers locking in his hair, you’ve never heard a man moan like him before, it made you clench around him again and again. You wetness and the sounds you make was heaven for him, of course he had multiple partners before but they all seemed fake, artificial, on the other hand you were screaming, tears in the corner of your eyes, you looked perfect. He sucked on your clothed nipples, gave them slaps, you were close and each sucking and slapping made you see stars, you liked his roughness. ‘’Come on my cock princess, let me feel it, come on.’’ He knew you were close and his praises pushed you over the edge, he followed behind.

His head fell to the crook of your neck, both of you were breathing heavily, ‘’I can’t let you go, not after this.’’

[noforkingclue]

Hey I have a James Bond x reader request for you. Everything is up to you but could the reader please say "Back off Bond. Not all of us are classified by the Navy as a friendly port." Please feel free to ignore.

Of course, anon!

Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Flirtations

“Back again Bond,” you said as you folded your eyes and leant back in your chair, “maybe Q was right about you.”

“And what has Q been saying about me?” asked Bond as he slowly walked around your workshop

“I’m surprised you don’t know.”

“Maybe I just want to hear it from you.”

You took a sip of your coffee as you watched Bond inspect the half built gadgets. It was late and you knew you shouldn’t be drinking coffee this late but you needed to stay awake. You were behind on your latest project and you knew Q was expecting it to be finished any day.

“Hey, don’t touch that!” you said

Bond’s hand hovered over a seemingly innocent looking watch. He looked over at you, eyebrows raised and a look of amusement on his face.

“And why not?”

You got up and carefully moved the watch.

“Because it contains explosives.” you explained

“You touched it.”

“But I know how not to set it off. Well,” you grimaced as you slowly put it back down, “most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Well, I might’ve had a little accident… you remember that fire alarm last week.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s just say it wasn’t just a test.”

“Sounds like a fascinating story.”

“Q was pissed. I owed him a lot of Earl Grey for helping me to clear up the mess.”

“Sounds amusing.”

“Not from where I was standing.”

“Maybe you’d like to tell it to me.”

“And when would I have the time to do that?”

“Over dinner.”

“Dinner?” you gave him an incredulous look, “and when would I have the time to go to dinner?”

“Tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“That is what I said. Does Q know that you’re turning into a parrot.”

“I think he’d be disappointed if I did. He might lose one of his best workers.”

“One of his best? I see his arrogance is rubbing off on you.”

Bond slowly walked towards you and you leant against your desk. It was always entertaining when Bond turned up, especially if he had just come back from a mission. While you never liked seeing all the tech you had worked on being destroyed, seeing Q angry and arguing with the double O agent was always good entertainment. By now Bond was directly in front of you and caged you in against your desk. You were forced to sit on top of it just to try and get some personal space.

“You never answered me about dinner.” he asked

“I think I did.”

“You implied that tonight wasn’t good. But there are plenty of other nights.”

“Back off Bond,” you said teasingly, “Not all of us are classified by the Navy as a friendly port.”

“Hmm,” one of Bond’s hands settled on your waist and began, “that’s not what you were telling me the other night.”

“That was then, Commander.”

“And tonight?”

“Like I said- I’m busy.”

“Tomorrow.”

“You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“No.”

Bond pressed a rough kiss against your lips. You moaned softly and tangled your fingers in his hair. When Bond finally broke the kiss he said,

“I’ll take as a yes.”

“Only if you’re paying.”

[weirdanimefangirl751513900]

Ao3 can be amazing sometimes. Just found a reader x Moriarty characters that’s the highest hits. It’s really written well with lots of chapters

[littlejazzy]

Do you have good recommendations for AgeRe stories? Something really cute and fluffy? (I'm a lonely regressor and I love reading stories about really sweet caregivers.)

I do!! I adore reading agere fics, so here are some recs! I hope you enjoy!!! 💖

Gen:

Decontamination by SailorChibi - Marvel - Baby!Tony and CG!Steve - After a battle, Steve takes care of his baby - (This one is a Classification!AU/Littles are Known!AU... like, one of the very first ones. Very good and fluffy. If you ever read thorough their fics, (tagged NSAP bc agere straight up did not exist as a community yet) you'll start spotting alot of things that other people were/are inspired from.)

Picnic by SailorChibi - Marvel - Baby!Tony, CG!Steve, Middle!Bucky, Toddler!Clint, CG!Coulson, Kiddo!Scott, CG!Sam W., Kiddo!Peter P., CG!Wade, Kid!Wanda, and CG!Vision - All the Avengers have a nice picnic - (classification!au, but a different verse than the previous fic jsyk. this one is suuuuper fluffy and cute and fun <3)

Less than Five by SailorChibi - Daniel Craig's James Bond - Little!Q and CG!Bond - Q regresses smaller than usual; his daddy makes sure he's taken care of - (classification!AU, first of a series. first two fics are pretty fluffy, but the third has some angst, which makes the fluff even sweeter, in my opinion)

coffee makers and bumblebees by orchidsncrake - Daredevil - Little!Matt and CG!Foggy - Matt becomes overstimulated and after an altercation with the office's coffee maker, Foggy is there to make everything better

Small surprises by undergroundrice - Daredevil - Little!Matt and CG!Foggy - Foggy stumbles onto Matt regressing, and together they figure it out

A Second Shot by mylittlestories - MCU - Little!Natasha, Little!Clint, and CG!Coulson - Natasha didn't have much of a childhood. When she sees that having a second one is possible, she wants; Coulson and Clint are happy to make her family :) - (This one is unfinished, but what's there is just so nice I have to include it!!)

Give your Dreams the Wings to Fly by Honey_Dewey - FNAF Movie - Little!Matt and CG!Ness - Mike gets sick at work, but his boyfriend is there to make everything okay

the road to hope and adventures into the unknown (target) by romansprince - Barbie (2023) - Little!Ken, then CG!Barbie and CG!Gloria - Ken has become human... except he's never had a childhood. Sometimes he feels Fuzzy, but that's something he thinks he can keep secret. As he turns out, he can't, but it works out anyway - (Two separate fics that take place in the same universe/series. The first one/set-up is a little angsty, but the second is more fluffy)

Movie Night by mcschnuggles - Heathers - Little!JD and CG!Veronica - JD unexpectedly drops into headspace during a movie night with the rest of the teenagers; Veronica helps him through it - (Modern!AU, Everyone Lives!AU, this one is kinda angsty, but like, it's canon appropriate, lol - also!!! make sure that you check out the author's other works!!!!! lots of agere fics for a large variety of fandoms!!)

Toffee Ticking Time Bomb by GayCheerios - Star Wars - Little!Anakin and CG!Obi-Wan - Obi-Wan has to find his padawan's stuffie before the inevitable temper tantrum ensues - (classification!AU, part of a very nice and good series that, if you enjoy this fic, you should also check out)

Baby's First Bath by CyberToddler - Beetlejuice: The Musical - Toddler!Beetlejuice and CG!Maitlands - The Maitlands give Beetlejuice his very first bath - ( 👉👈 I wrote this one 😖)

Evolution by Cgetbrmj - The Last of Us (TV) - Little!Ellie and CG!Joel - Series that follows each episode of the show, and explores how these characters stumble upon age regression as a coping mechanism and how much they both realize they enjoy it. - (Slowburn agere, as it explores how it develops naturally between both characters. This one DOES contain some angst as it relates to the show, but overall is as fluffy as its setting allows)

Reader-Inserts:

The Doctor's Office by agerefandom (tazia101) - Twilight - Little!Reader and CG!Carlisle - Reader goes to their first check-up in their new town and unexpectedly regresses; thankfully, their doctor is more than understanding - (I can not emphasize enough how much I love this one. Hits all the right buttons, I'm so happy/thankful I found it before I had to establish care w/ a new doctor, it's just- so good)

Sugary Sweet by agerefandom (tazia101) - Twilight - Baby!Reader and CG!Alice and Jasper - A comfy, happy morning with your vampire caregivers - (be sure to check out the writer for more fandoms!! lots of agere fics, including gen and reader!insert!)

little life at the mansion by myworldoffanfiction - X-Men - Little!Reader and CG!X-Men (the main gang lol) - First chapter is a busy yet comfy morning while living at Xavier's Mansion. Second chapter is a fun Summer evening - (this one is sooooo sweet 😭)

Play Pretend by Vinnies_Comfort_Corner - Scream (1996) - Kiddo!Reader, Flip!Stu, and CG!Billy - You and Stu play pretend while waiting for Billy to come home - (if you enjoy this one, make sure you check out their other regression fics!!! there's even one with a petreg puppy!reader!! and other horror media!!)

Red Stained Fingers by CyberToddler - Scream (1996) - Little!Reader, CG!Stu, and CG!Billy - Unorthodox sensory play with diy-ed fake blood, lol - (I also wrote this one 😅 it's sugary sweet, I promise, lol)

[fairy-writes]

1600 Followers Event!

Hello everyone! While it wasn’t that long ago that we celebrated 1500, here we are at 1600! Thank you all so much for supporting my silly little blog with my silly little writing! Here’s to hopefully many more!

Anyway! Onto the event! I’m doing a thing where I’ll write a little reader-insert thing (ranging from drabbles to full-on one-shots) based on a character and a prompt that you send me! I have a list of 20 angsty dialogue prompts for you to choose from!

So pick one and a character from one of the fandoms listed, and I’ll write a little blurb or a one-shot based on the request! 

Just be warned: I will cross off the prompt once it’s chosen TWICE. That way, I won’t have a million requests for the same prompt. 

The event will be open for two weeks starting August 13th and will run to August 25th!

The Rules Are: 

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (e.g., you request a female reader)

TWO REQUESTS PER PERSON

Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted. 

All requests will be tagged under #fairy1.6kfollowers

Prompts:

“I loved you first.” (1/2)

“I was alone.” (0/2)

“I should have been there.” (0/2)

“Don’t leave me. Please.” (1/2)

“I wanted you to fight for me.” (0/2)

“You meant nothing to me.” (1/2)

“Keep breathing, you’re doing great.” (1/2)

“You know, they say crying has all these health benefits.” (1/2)

“Oh, excuse me for freaking out. I only thought you were dead!”

“I can’t find a pulse!” (0/2)

“No, don’t go to sleep. Hey! Eyes open!” (1/2)

“Can you please come and get me?” (1/2)

“Because nobody cares about me!” (0/2)

“You don’t need to do this!” (1/2)

“I thought you were my friend!” (1/2)

“I’m tired… So so tired.” (1/2)

“You don’t have to fight anymore!” (0/2)

“Tell me to stay, and I will be here for as long as you'll have me.” (1/2)

“It’s funny. Nowadays, people always expect a gun, but never a knife.” (1/2)

“Tell me, my Dear, can a heart still be broken even when it stopped beating?” (from The Corpse Bride) (1/2)

I Will Write for the Following People: 

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vander

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortise

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira, Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Alex Louis Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Kaiju No. 8: Hibino Kafka, Ichikawa Reno, Hoshina Soshiro, Narumi Gen, Furuhashi Iharu

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

Trigun Stampede: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Millions Knives

[hannah-the-red-head]

A Moon Knight Fanfiction…

But, where the Moon Boys are shipped with a Reader that’s Basically Yor Briar from Spy x Family

Who’s also a single mom raising a little girl with telepathic powers and has a dog with the power to see the Future.

Basically, I’m going to write the Moon Knight storyline but it’s reader insert Fanfiction where I ship the Moon boys (Marc, Steven and later Jake) with a single mom!Reader who has the skills, super enhanced strength, speed and flexibility of Yor Briar from Spy x Family.

Why?

BECAUSE I CAN AND WILL!!! *maniacal laughter*

Here’s how this is gonna go:

-Reader or Y/n Briar is a Black Widow turned Single Mom after retiring from S.H.I.E.L.D post Endgame. But in order to secure a better life for not only herself, but her daughter and sweetheart of a big dog, Y/n decided to take on one last mission that has the small group of three moving to London.

-Personality wise, Y/N is soft spoken, polite, kind, sweet and mature. She is innocent when it comes to love, becoming easily flustered and losing control over her own actions. However, when going on missions, her personality does a complete 180, becoming a natural born killer that’s calculated, cold and just plain terrifying.

(A better way to describe Y/n’s mindset is the moment where Yor considered “getting rid of the competition” so Anya can get into Eden College or the times where Yor innocently overreacted to any public display of affection.)

-Appearance wise, Y/N can be whatever the readers imagine, I’m going to be very vague about how I describe her. But she is going to keep her hairstyle (long and kept up) and her outfits are the same as Yor’s in Spy x Family.

-She wears the Thorn Princess dress as her suit and wields stiletto blades as weapons.

-Y/N has the power of a super soldier, the reflexes of Spiderman and Black Panther and the mind of one of the world’s deadliest killers trapped in a petite woman’s body.

-Y/N tries her hardest to hide her secret life from her daughter. But how about you try and hide your association with the Avengers to a curious 6 year old with a overactive imagination.

-Y/n’s daughter, Anya (Full name: Anastasia Wanda Natasha Briar), is a mutant with the power to read minds, easily figures out that her mom is a super spy and that her favorite aunts are Avengers! Waku Waku!~ She reminds you so much of her father, eccentricities and all.

-As for the recent addition to the family, Bond is a big white dog that looks more like a mix between a polar bear and a seal with black mitten paws. Not only is he a big sweetheart, but much like his little master, Bond has the ability to see into the future that only Anya can translate because of her telepathy. He was named after Anya’s favorite super spy (in this case James Bond rather than Bondman.)

-As for the mission, which Nick Fury himself personally asked Y/N to accept, was an investigative one, the target being a mercenary that caught SHIELD’s attention after HYDRA’s infiltration was exposed.

-Unfortunately, the database hadn’t fully retrieved the idenity of the mercenary aside from his current location. Which is where you come in, to find this mercenary and try to recruit him to the New Avengers initiative.

-It’s the kind of mission Y/N can finish in two days, but this mission is proving a bit difficult, especially when said neighbor is so damn charming that Y/N is slowly falling for the sweet insomniac with a love for Egyptology.

[i-know-honey]

I’m very very glad everyone enjoys Way Laboratories so very much because between the kink-overtoned spy shit and platonic sugar babying I have been completely unable to resist including a whole lot of references to real life government agencies and the early Cold War and generally keeping the whole “ethics of government contracts” stuff towards the top of the page. and the only thing I can really say to explain this incredibly bizarre theme for a fanfic is that I have complex feelings about the positioning of good and evil in the James Bond franchise and I’m a young American leftist who fucking loves NASA and the history of the space program and therefore spends a fuck ton of time thinking about the ethical implications of the impossible-to-disentangle web of American space technology with the privately held military industrial complex. It’s kind of impossible in some ways to think about & engage with the history of nasa without also being forced to contend with the history of Lockheed Martin and its neighbors and I have no good or clean answers on how to reconcile all of that so I guess I just made it a surface theme in a silly fanfic instead and everyone can come for the platonic sugar baby reader insert and stay for the examination of the ethics of the legacy of the early American space program

[megers67]

Just saw the new Ghostbusters movie!

It was fun, but I definitely have... Notes. I will put them below a Read More so that you can scroll past if you want.

First off, forgive me for forgetting basically everyone's names.

Okay so my main gripe is the plot. The machine that extracted Phoebe's soul to make her a ghost had a huge leap in exposition. For one thing, the only thing close to it that was mentioned had to do with possessions. Not your own native soul. Also, there wasn't any mention of a timer. Not only that, but was that REALLY the actual plan from Ice Dude and Melody? Like... There HAD to have been better ways to accomplish that. Also Melody had a moment where she was like "but does it have to be her?" There was never anything given to show why it did though?? Yeah, why DID it have to be her? If there was anybody who it would have been, specifically, it would have been Firebender.

Also, it felt like it was Phoebe's story with a Ghostbusters backdrop and on top of that, she's reckless, sure, but not like... That?? Even though her actions let out the Ice Dude and she was betrayed by Melody, she didn't really have any consequences for it? Like... There should have been something about her being too young actually coming into play. But no, Phoebe gets a pass I guess.

So here's a SparkNotes version of my ideal version of this, including maybe some minor things that weren't immediately in this rant and wouldn't have been an issue if the rest of it was fine. Also, if I have things slightly out of order or forgotten my memory sucks so that's likely my bad there. Rearrange or insert as necessary. The point is these are basic ideas.

First, opening largely the same, the prologue and the dragon spirit chase. They get chewed out and go on another call and it's to the room the prologue was in and find a lot of ghosts. Opens the mystery into Ice Dude. In researching, they find Firebender trying to sell the thing. The guy brings it into Ray's shop and that stuff is the same. Ray investigates and Winston goes on the same "we're not young anymore thing."

Some of the same family issues happen with Phoebe, she also meets Melody and there's mentions of her family issues and they bond.

Then the ghost containment stuff, the lab stuff, etc. However this also includes Firebender and since he's also hit the reader, he's believed to be possessed and out in the machine and it's on a timer. He gets to talk to his grandma and learns about the fire powers before either time running out or her fading, purpose fulfilled because she passed her duty on. except the first time the lab's power flickers, the ghosts actually escape. They split into pairs.

Phoebe and her mom go after Melody. They work out differences and how she wants to keep her safe etc. Phoebe prolly does something that actually goes wrong or gets her hurt that her mom has to save her from. Through this, they also work through Melody's family issues so she actually moves on by resolve her family issues rather than the ??? In the actual movie.

Teacher and the son go after Slimer, who is much bigger now. For some reason the teacher isn't able to drive the car and they reconcile over that stuff.

Ray and Winston go after the posseser after meeting Patton Oswald about the wax recording. Winston gets excited again and Ray realizes that he IS old.

James Acaster and intern go after the hardy ghost. Also the barfing ectoplasm actually has a possession effect and some good slapstick ensues. The ultimate goal is for this ghost to possess the body to say the magic words.

Melnitz and Podcast fight the Mini Stay Pufft guys maybe they try to wreck the lab or something idk. Podcast gets annoyed he's stuck with her since she didn't do any actual Ghostbusting back in the day, but she ends up showing him she's badass.

Venkman and Firebender team up to train to control the fire while fighting the bigger contained ghost. Since Venkman actually has a psych degree, he helps Firebender unlock his anger at himself and his brother and use that as a way to build and control the fire as it is triggered by anger, etc.

After all these side things are resolved, they team up to defeat Ice Dude. Also ALL their proton packs are modified to have copper so all their combined effort actually contributes. Also, when the original crew work to reverse the containment, they all have something to do or other to make it work so it's not like... Boring pushing down a lever thing, or conveniently designed to reverse from the get-go.

Idk, I think it would be better to make it more an ensemble and would better resolve some of the holes (though I don't have immediate answers for all the holes though).

[strawwritesfic]

Asexual!Q x Female!Reader: Logical Fallacy [Ch. 20]

Summary: Q’s got one hundred and two problems. His girlfriend is, technically speaking, every single one.

Challenge:  “102 Things A Guy Should Know About Girls” challenge by Miss Chocobo on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; asexual!Q; sexual!reader; a running gag about sexual harassment; double standard: sexual harassment, female on male; sexual harassment played for comedy; James Bond & Reader friendship; civilian!reader; artist!reader; complicated family relationships; reader has a really big family; miscommunications; MI6 would not behave this way in reality; set post-Skyfall; joking references made to Bond/Q)

Pairings: Q/Female!Reader; James Bond/Eve Moneypenny

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @rory-cakes​

Master List

Rule #20: Saying something sweet might get you off the hook, but doing something sweet will always get you off the hook.

Q could hear the television the moment he walked through the front the door that night. It wasn't on loud enough that he could understand what people were saying, or, indeed, if anyone was talking at all, but he could tell that it was on. That meant that you were home, or at least he assumed as much. You’d long since abandoned the habit of leaving things on when you left the flat.

He was not entirely sure if your presence was a good sign. His hand gripped the small bouquet of flowers he’d bought on the way home as he shut the door behind him.

“[Name],” he called into the oddly still home. “[Name], are you here?”

You didn’t answer. 

His pulse quickened a bit. More likely than not, you simply weren’t talking to him. He couldn’t blame you. But the silence did not necessarily mean that you had left entirely.

“[Name],” Q said again, trying to keep his voice light. 

If you were still spooked, he didn’t want to make things worse. As his worry grew, he wandered down the hall, following the sound of the television until he reached the living room. He peeked inside reluctantly, then felt the tightness in his chest dissipate at once.

You were there, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bowl of popcorn in your lap. Your eyes looked a little glassy, but otherwise you seemed much healthier than Q had seen you in days. Your was damp, still dripping slightly onto the collar of the faded t-shirt you wore for pajamas. He practically collapsed against the door frame in relief.

“Eh?” With a handful of popcorn almost to your mouth, you stopped, blinked, and looked in his direction. Oh, sure. That you noticed. Not him shouting frantically for you a few minutes ago. “Alton!”

Q could only stare as you sat up a little straighter and beamed at the sight of him. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting upon coming home, but it certainly wasn’t this enthusiastic greeting. When you’d been let out of M’s office that afternoon, you’d only given Q a tremulous goodbye before sprinting for the exit. Now, everything seemed fine. He gazed steadily at you for a long minute; all you did was gaze back while shoving fistfuls of popcorn into your mouth.

“[Name],” he said hesitantly and very seriously. “Are you all right?”

“I’m great!”

“No, I mean…after all of that.”

You blinked again, then cocked your head and smiled a very rare kind of smile for you–one that told Q that you understood something that he, as of that moment, did not. He walked a little farther into the room before you spoke:

“I’m fine. Look, Alton, I’m really sorry you had to see –”

“No, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

An impatient hand waved in the air above your head. “You were just trying to protect me. Mr. Bond, too. I really am sorry for breaking down like that. I just…” You trailed away and allowed your eyes to do so as well. When you looked back at Q a second later, you did so with a shrug. “Went a little stir crazy. You know I don’t like to be alone, and there was nothing to do. I just sat there all day, worrying about you. And I couldn’t contact anyone…”

Silence fell. You chewed on your lip as you glanced about the living room. What were you looking for? A place to hide? 

Q stood above you with guilt gnawing at his chest. He took a deep breath; apologizing had never been one of his strengths, but he knew he needed to do it now.

“[Name], I am so sorry.”

You lifted your eyebrows, but didn’t comment on the unusual situation. After a moment, you frowned and tugged on one of his pants' legs, as it was the only thing you could reach. “Alton, quit apologizing. You told me things might get like this when you took the MI6 job. I was the one that chose to stay, okay?”

“And are you still going to?”

“Of course I am, Alton.” When Q looked at you questioningly, you grinned. “Come on. How are you supposed to survive without me? You don’t even know how to work an oven properly.”

“Yes, I do!”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile remained. “Just teasing. I love you, Alton. I’m not going to leave just because of that. It wasn’t too bad. Everyone was really nice to me.”

“Even M?”

“Yeah, your boss was totally cool. Although he did tell me not to video call you at work anymore.”

“Probably a good idea.”

This time, the silence was gentler. You smiled soppily up at Q, and he could feel a tiny smile on his own face as well. Then he remembered the flowers.

“Oh!” He practically threw the bouquet at you. “I got you these. To say I’m sorry. I thought you might like them. But maybe you don’t? I couldn’t remember what you said about flowers. You can just toss them out. I mean, if you want to.”

Q could feel his ears turning red. He was babbling. How embarrassing.

You, however, only smiled again as you took the flowers from him. “Thanks, Alton. But you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he insisted. “I…love you, too.”

Your eyes went wide. Q couldn’t fathom why, though. Surely he’d said that before? But you didn’t leave him long to ponder. You patted the wood floor beside you and gestured toward the television.

“Take a seat, Alton. Just for a little while. Then you should definitely get some sleep.”

“Probably,” said Q. But he settled down next to you anyway, and let his head fall on your shoulder.

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(i only came to this) party 4 u

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xvXd8cw by street_smarts00 For the first few months you worked with the avengers, they barely knew you. Beyond what you were like during a mission, you were a mystery to them. It was truly marvelous how well you worked with the team and yet there was so little they knew about you. You barely went to team bonding and you NEVER went to Tony Stark's parties. Well, not until last night. And you’re never going again. Because of James Bucky Barnes Words: 11465, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Chris Evans Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Shy Reader-Insert, Avenger Reader (Marvel), Partying, Alcohol, Drinking, Drunken Kissing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xvXd8cw

[seoll3miwrites]

December Night | Lyutsifer Safin x Reader

Masterlist | Part 3 to "Cherry" | Previous Y/N is home alone throughout the festive season, still she finds peace in isolation. This peace is broken when some intruders enter her home with the intention to get information about Lyutsifer; by any means necessary. (WC: 3075)

Warnings: Torture, Blood, Guns, Brief mention of waterboarding, General Violence, Secret cameras, Stalker behaviour

AN: Y/N is missing all the red flags here, sorry

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It was December now, which meant it had been two months since the masquerade. Two months since Y/N had made the biggest mistake of her life and had almost allowed it to go further than what it did.

Now she was sitting alone at her flat, eating a shitty Chinese takeaway as a random Christmas movie played on her TV. She’d just gotten up to grab a glass of wine from her fridge when a knock at the door halted her movements.

She wasn’t expecting anyone and instantly was on guard as a result. After carefully pulling one of her handguns from its hidden compartment, she slowly made her way to the door before swinging it open.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked the figure in the doorway with a guarded expression, right hand hidden behind her back with her finger on the trigger.

The strange older man smiled at her, “Forgive me for the late visit, but it’s a matter of great importance. May we come in?”

At his question, her eyes drifted behind him, where she spotted three other men staring at her with a strange, almost intimidating expression. Quickly understanding the situation, Y/N smiled politely and slowly began to close the door. “Sorry, I think you have the wrong place.”

Before she could fully close the door, one of the men behind him stepped forward and forcefully pushed the door open, causing her to stumble backwards into the wall. Raising her gun, she aimed it at them. “Stay back!”

Instead of listening, the three men simply laughed at her before rushing her at once. Y/N fought back as hard as she could, but being outnumbered three to one predictably didn’t work in her favour. Two of them grabbed her by her arms and held her upright as the older man stepped into her flat.

“No, I think we are in exactly the right place,” he spoke slowly before gesturing to the men holding her to carry her to the kitchen. “Tie her to a chair.”

Without question, they pull Y/N down onto one of her kitchen chairs as the third one steps forward and uses zip ties to latch her wrists to the chairs. She let out a hiss when one of the ties began to dig into her skin.

The older man appeared in front of her again, bending down to look her in the eye. “Now, what do you know about Doctor Lyutsifer Safin?”

Without hesitation she replied, “I don’t know anything.”

“This is going to be very painful for you…”

The next two hours for Y/N were a haze of pain and noise. For the first hour she would repeat the same phrase over and over as they continued to hit, cut, and beat her, “I don’t know anything.” It became almost like a mantra for her, but as the torture continued, her mind went numb, and she fell silent.

At one point they grew tired of her silence and decided to pour water over her as her own kitchen towel was placed over her head. She gagged and screamed into the water, but even then she refused to speak.

After the second hour, Y/N finally had a reprieve when they decided to take a break from her torture. The older man had left the kitchen to search her house, followed by two of the men, leaving the third watching her carefully. As they waited for the others to return from their search, there was suddenly another knock on the door.

The silence was broken by a sharp knock at the front door, a sound that echoed through the room. The single remaining man in the kitchen paused, his eyes darting to the door for a moment. After a brief pause, he looked back at Y/N, who was sitting tied to a chair, her expression now one of pain and exhaustion.

"Who could that be?" His voice was rough, a hint of irritation lacing his words.

“Maybe you should do your job and find out.” She replied, her voice from her own screams.

Her ear rang as he harshly smacked her in the face in response, “Watch your fucking mouth, you bitch.”

The sound of the knock at the door echoed through the flat again, this time a little more impatient. The man uttered a small “fuck” before making his way to the door and opening it.

The tension in the room grew as the man began to walk towards the door, clearly irritated by the unexpected guest. He gripped his gun, preparing for whatever or whoever stood on the other side of the door.

He opened the door with a loud creak, revealing an unexpected scene. Standing there was a tall figure in a dark overcoat and black leather gloves, the shadow from the hood of his coat hiding his face.

"What do you want?" the man asked gruffly, his grip on the gun still firm.

With the man distracted, Y/N began to try and squeeze at least one of her hands from the zip ties that forced her to stay in the chair. She let out small whimpers as the plastic dug deeper into her skin; her right wrist had even begun to bleed slightly from the struggle.

She froze when a familiar voice rang through the flat, “Where is she?”

The man at the door tensed slightly at the unexpected voice. He instinctively gripped his gun tighter, his eyes darting briefly to the figure in the shadow.

"Who's asking?" he replied, his tone gruff and cold.

Instead of responding, the mysterious figure instead raised his right hand, revealing a silenced pistol. Before the other man could react, he fired several shots into his chest and watched as he fell to the ground, lifeless.

Suddenly hands were cupping Y/N's face, tilting it around as whoever was in front of her was assessing the damage. Her eyes were blurry now, and she could barely make out a face; afraid, she tried to pull back from the stranger.

“It's me, darling. It's me." The voice was low, a familiar, calming timbre.

Instinctively her body relaxed as she recognised the voice in front of her, “Lyutisfer…” she whispered brokenly.

“Yes, it's me, my darling." He gently tilted her face up to look at him, his tone soothing, "Can you stand?"

She tried to shake her head, only to wince when it made her feel nauseous. “My wrists are tied... I can’t move...”

"Hold still a moment," he said gently, positioning himself behind her so he could see the bindings on her wrists.

With skilled precision, he retrieved a knife from his pocket and swiftly sliced through the ties, freeing her hands from their constraints. Finally free to mouth, she let out a small cry as she rubbed her wrists in discomfort only to accidentally rub against the open wound on her right wrist.

He saw her reaction and immediately reached forward, gently taking her wrist in his hand.

"Be careful," he murmured, his touch gentle but firm, as he looked at the open wound. "This needs tending to."

“Wait, there's three other men upstairs,” she spoke in alarm, her eyes wide as she struggled to focus her sight.

Nevertheless, he didn’t let go and spoke to her in comfort, “My men will take care of them.”

His words emphasised when Y/N heard the distinct sound of three bodies dropping on the floor above them. As the sound of three bodies hitting the floor echoed through the flat, Y/N's eyes widened in realisation at the implications of his words. But before she could utter another word, a man rushed down the stairs, armed and on high alert.

“We need to leave; it’s possible they have backup.”

Lyutsifer nodded at the man's words, acknowledging the urgency. "You're right," he said, his voice still calm and composed. "There's no time to lose."

He gently tightened his grip on her wrist, guiding her out of the chair she had been bound to. Before they could take more than one step, however, Y/N's exhausted body finally gave out, and she collapsed suddenly, her legs too weak to bear her weight any longer.

Lyutsifer moved fast, catching her body before she could hit the ground. He scooped her up into his arms, holding her close, an arm under her legs and the other under her back.

"Easy, darling," he murmured, his hold strong and secure, "I've got you."

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked in a daze, a strange confusion settling in her mind.

With Y/N cradled in his arms, Lyutsifer started to move towards the front door, the other man falling into step behind him.

At her question, he glanced down at her, his expression serious.

"Somewhere safe," he responded, his voice steady, "somewhere they won't be able to find you."

Her eyes were growing droopy as a wave of fatigue hit her again; she wanted to sleep. Still she was able to mumble to him, “They were looking for you, not me.”

"I know," he responded, his voice low, "but they'll use you to get to me if they have no other options. So we can't risk it."

“I didn’t tell them anything…” Her voice was growing more and more slurred.

He continued to carry her through the front door and outside, where a black Rolls-Royce was waiting.

"I know you didn't," he assured her, his voice still calm. "You did well, darling."

She smiled tiredly at him before it quickly fell again. “I’m tired…”

"You can rest now," he said, his voice low and gentle. He reached the car, and one of his men immediately opened the door for him.

He slowly lowered her into the backseat, adjusting her so she was comfortable against the plush seats. Lyutisfer then slid in next to her before calling over to the driver in the front, “Drive. Now.”

Y/N felt the car pull away, the motion making her feel even more nauseous than before. So, she slowly tilted herself to the left and lowered herself into Lyutsifer’s lap before closing her eyes with a groan.

As she felt herself drift off to sleep, the last thing she heard was his soft, comforting words, "Rest, darling," he said, his voice quiet. "We'll be there soon enough."

The next time Y/N woke up, it was to the sounds of distant waves and a bright light above her. As she blindly felt around her, she soon realised she was now on a large bed that was covered in black silk sheets.

Having only awakened mere minutes ago, confusion and fear quickly set in as she rapidly looked around the room. She tried to slide herself off of the bed so she could escape wherever she was, only to stop when the door suddenly opened and Lyutsifer stepped inside.

"You're awake," he said, his voice calm. "How do you feel?"

“Where is this?” She asked unsure but still felt herself relax slightly when she saw him.

"You're in a safe place," he assured her. "Somewhere they won't find us."

Y/N nodded in understanding, turning to look around the room again and froze when she saw the IV drip and heart monitor next to the bed. “How long have I been asleep for?”

He followed her gaze, noticing her focus on the medical equipment next to the bed. Her question hung in the air for a brief moment before he answered.

"Three days," he said bluntly, his voice matter-of-fact. "The doctor said you needed rest. And for your wounds to heal properly."

For some reason the only thing she could think of saying in that moment was a small, “Oh.”

Despite her short response, he could practically see the questions and confusion flooding her mind. His gaze didn't leave her, observing her closely as if trying to read her thoughts.

"You had a concussion among other injuries," he continued, his voice still firm but not without an undertone of concern. "The doctor had to stitch your wrist, and you'd lost a fair bit of blood. You needed time to recuperate.”

“How bad was it,” she asked before continuing, “when you came in that night, I mean?”

His expression darkened as he recalled the memory. The sight of her bound and injured still fresh in his mind.

"Bad," he replied simply, his voice lower than before, "You were hurt, bleeding. They'd hit you, bound you. But they hadn't gone any further, not yet at least."

“Good.” She blurted out at his last statement, meaning to say it in her head.

"Good?" he echoed, stepping closer to the bed. “You’re glad you were only beaten and bound?”

“I’ve had worse.” She shrugged, only to wince when she felt pain shoot through her back.

"I'm sure you have," he said, coming to a stop near the bed. His eyes were still fixed on her as he spoke, his tone a mix of concern and caution. "But your back clearly still hurts, which means your wounds aren't healed yet. You should stay still."

She nodded in understanding before looking back at him, “How did you even know what was happening?”

He leaned against the bed frame, hands in his pockets, as he looked down at her.

"I had cameras set up in your flat," he admitted, his gaze unwavering. “I had a feeling they'd come for you eventually. The moment I saw what was happening, I came."

“Everywhere in my flat?” She asked with slight alarm, remembering a certain night a week ago when she may have called out a certain name in bed.

He smirked at her question, the alarm in her voice not missed by him.

"Every room," he confirmed, his tone taking on a slightly teasing edge. He leaned a little closer, eyes studying her intensely. "Including the bedroom."

“Oh god!” She exclaimed and put her face in her hands, “How many people saw it?”

He chuckled at her mortified reaction, enjoying the blush that spread across her face.

"Don't worry," he reassured her, his tone slightly amused, "I was the only one watching that night."

“Please tell me you deleted the footage.” Y/N replied, her face still buried in her hands.

He chuckled again, enjoying seeing her so flustered. He reached out and gently pulled her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at him.

"What if I said 'no'?" he teased, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“Then it better be locked up even better than the Pentagon, you voyeuristic pervert.” She replied back but for some reason couldn’t find it in her to be completely angry. Although it had invaded her privacy, it had also saved her life.

"Voyeuristic pervert, hm?" he mused, his tone light and playful. "I'm wounded by that, darling. My intentions were purely protective, not perverted."

His words sobered her up again, “I know… I owe you my life.”

"You don't owe me anything," he said firmly, his voice now serious. "I did what I had to do, what any man would have done for a person they..."

He cut himself off, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he'd said more than he intended to. Noticing his hesitation, Y/N inched closer to him with a curious, hopeful expression. “Yes?”

His gaze flicked to her when she inched closer, his eyes meeting hers. He took a moment, weighing his words, before continuing. "For a person they care about," he said, his voice quieter, "For a person they want to protect."

With sheer intensity, she placed her hands on his face and pulled him towards her into a deep kiss.

Caught off guard momentarily, he froze for a brief instant as her hands cupped his face, drawing him closer. But as her lips met his in a deep, intense kiss, any surprise he may have had melted away.

Lyutsifer responded with equal fervour, one hand instantly going to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer, while the other gripped the edge of the bed. Y/N tried to ignore the burn of her back as she tried to sit up so she could kiss him deeper. Subtly wincing into his lips, but refusing to pull away.

Her attempt to sit up and intensify the kiss didn’t go unnoticed by him. As she winced in pain, he felt her gasp against his lips, the subtle wince she tried to hide. Not wanting to cause her further discomfort, he slowly eased her back against the pillows, breaking the kiss. He pulled away, his eyes scanning her face, concern etched in his features.

"Darling, you need to rest," he said, his voice stern but soft. "You're still healing; you shouldn't move so much."

“Haven’t I made you wait long enough?” She asked, trying to sit back up again only to be stopped by his hands holding her down.

“You’ve been asleep for three days,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I can wait a little longer.”

He reached over, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. “You’re too eager, darling. You need time to properly recover.”

With a sigh, Y/N looked down slightly but nodded in disappointed understanding, “So how long am I stuck in this bed then?”

"For at least a few more days," he answered, his tone firm. "You need to rest and let your body heal. The doctor will be checking on you regularly, and you'll have to take it easy until your wounds are fully healed."

“And then?”

He ran his fingers idly through her hair as she asked her question, his touch gentle and tender.

"And then," he replied, "you'll be free to move around again. Well, within reason."

He smirked before continuing, "But you'll still have to take it easy for a while. No more attempting to break out of bed just because you're impatient."

“So what exactly am I supposed to do till then?” She asked as Lyutsifer moved to sit next to her on the bed.

"Rest, darling," he said, his tone firm but not without a hint of affection. "You need to let your body recover. You can read, watch TV, or I could find you something to keep you occupied. But you're not leaving this room for the time being."

“Okay.” She agreed, although secretly she couldn’t wait for the doctor to sign her off and allow her to move around again.

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One Fated Advocate

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MN8APdg by realcoffinpuppy Being a driving force of a personal narrative speaker always has you in the spotlight. Your traumas surviving the Battle of New York kickstart an entirely new way of life you're still not sure you're living correctly. Through hardships, medications and therapy sessions, you gain a sense of normalcy you thought you finally had achieved. Yet, the dreams of stars and a mischievous god that embodies your deep seated fear of another world takeover haunts your dreams of a foreboding danger. As much as you fight it, there's a look he gives that tells you there's something different. Something that only you can solve. Words: 8258, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Other Characters: Loki (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Stephen Strange, Thor (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader, Thor & Reader, Stephen Strange & Reader Additional Tags: Time Travel, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Soul Bond, Enemies to Lovers, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki Gets a Hug (Marvel), Slow Burn, Time Loop, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, No Pronouns for Reader-Insert, Psychological Trauma, Therapy, Lost Love, Post-Battle of New York (Avengers Marvel Movies), Memory Alteration, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MN8APdg

[noforkingclue]

Greetings, I hope you're doing well. If it's okay could I please request a James Bond x reader where the reader has just been promoted and has to go undercover with James and gets a make over and turns up to the event with their new look and completly shocks James but despite their new look he confesses that he's always liked the reader

https://youtu.be/QmKOiS76jIA?feature=shared

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course anon! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Belief

Bond wasn’t overly keen on having you come on this mission with him. Personally he preferred to work alone but this time M insisted that you joined him. You were part of Q Branch, working behind the scenes developing new tech for the agents. You certainly shouldn’t be out on the field and yet you were going to be. Apparently, Q Branch needed someone to hack into a computer and as Q was chronically allergic to fieldwork, that left only you.

Bond sighed as he waited for you to appear, tapping his foot impatiently. The two of you were going undercover at a party and as such you both had to look the part. The Bond, this was no issue. He was used to going to these sorts of events and he always had a tux ready for such an occasion. It had basically become a running joke within the 00 department, one that Bond didn’t necessarily appreciate (even if there was an element of truth in it). You, on the other hand, didn’t have such clothing on hand.

Eve had promised to help you get ready, much to your carnage. You didn’t seem keen to take part in this mission just as much as Bond didn’t want you to come. However, M had forced you to go saying that your knowledge was vital for the success of the mission. Bond glanced at his watch and sighed. If you were going to take any longer than he would-

“You know, patience is a virtue.”

Your voice snapped Bond out of his thoughts. The faint click of heels got his attention. You never wore heels, always complaining about how they hurt your feet. The fact that Eve managed to persuade you to wear a pair was a miracle unto itself. Eventually he turned around to face you.

You were in fact wearing heels and grimacing at the fact. You were also wearing a long black dress and kept adjusting it.

“Do I really have to wear this?” you asked

When Bond didn’t immediately answer you waved a hand in front of his face and raised your eyebrows at him. You were so used to seeing Bond with some smart remark that seeing him like this unsettled you slightly.

“Well?” you asked with a raised eyebrow

“Well,” Bond finally said, seemingly snapping out of it, “shall we get going?”

“Yes, let’s,” you said sharply, “the sooner this is over with, the sooner I can get out of this dress.”

Now that, thought Bond, was an unpleasant thought. Although, it does depend on where you’ll be getting out of that dress.

*

The mission had ended surprisingly quickly. Clearly, you wanted it to be over, although Bond didn’t. You had tried to leave the party early but Bond insisted that you didn’t. This was another issue with having you here. You had no idea how undercover worked. Leaving early would just attract the attention of the target. Which was how you ended up in his arms, dancing.

“You know,” you whispered, leaning closer, “I never wanted to do this.”

“Really?” Bond replied back, equally as quietly, “and you kept your feelings so hidden.”

You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. This close Bond could smell your perfume, something that would forever be seared into his memory.

“I always wondered,” he continued faintly, “what you would be like, out in the field.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“And satisfaction brought it back.”

“Touche.”

A surprisingly comfortable silence fell over the two of you. You never thought you’d be this comfortable in the arms of James fucking Bond. Everyone was aware of his reputation and yet-

“You look beautiful tonight.”

James’ words brought you back to earth.

“What?” you asked, “dressed up and covered in make up?”

“That’s not-” Bond sighed, “that’s not what I meant. The truth is-”

He cut himself off again. You could tell that this was new territory for him. Having genuine feelings for someone that wouldn’t end after one night.

“Tell this tomorrow,” you said, “back at work and then I might believe you.”