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โฆ with you having witnessed something that can be considered as an 'unauthorized exchange' by accident, james bond eventually arrives at your given location and finds you somewhere safer nearby.
You weren't supposed to be in the office, especially around such a late hour. Most others have gone home, leaving your sole figure with several remaining paperworks and your very own computer to accompany you within the silence of the atmosphere.
You were not supposed to be witnessing something that can be considered as forbidden to the public eye.
When you headed towards the intended, unoccupied area to place the files that you've done working on, you accidentally saw one of the higher-ups from the company you're working at, whom you initially assumed has returned home instead of staying there so lateโ handing a confidential intel to a complete stranger.
At least, that's what you assumed since the other guy seemed to be wearing a rather strange outfit.
Which clearly shouldn't have happened at all, especially in the dead of night like this.
Gradually backing away from the said area, one of your legs accidentally stumbled upon a vase that's been placed down below for god-knows-how-long, and of courseโ it's enough to cause an unwanted sound, albeit something not too loud yet distracting enough, pausing mid conversation as two of the men tried to search for the source of sound.
Damn it!
You cussed under your breath as you immediately choose to run into the direction as to where your office supposed to be at. They hadn't see you yet, thankfully, at least you'd really hope that's the case.
Closing the door behind you as quiet and quick as you could; abruptly shutting the computer system, you then hid yourself underneath the desk afterwards, ensuring internally that you won't get caught in any way.
The mere thought genuinely terrifies you, undoubtedly already working on stabilizing and calm your rapid heartbeat. You believe you'll be fine if you hide down there as long as you need to.
Reaching for your phone from your pocket, you immediately chose to text James hurriedly in pure fear. Footsteps can be heard hitting against the marbled grounds throughout the hallways, where you started to assume that it's likely coming from one of the guysโ or even worse, both people from earlier, trying to assure themselves that the two are truly alone.
Checking each and available spaces so that their plans does not leak anywhere, for the sake of their unlawful reputation.
When the noises start to get closer outside, just close enough to your current hiding place; only separated by the walls and the door, you push yourself further underneath the desk, putting your phone onto the ground and cover your mouth using one of your hands.
Please please don't get any closerโฆ
Some few moments have passed for a bit later on, your eyes go wide ever so slightly once you heard the sound of glass shattering somewhere from a certain direction out thereโ sounds of someone getting their asses beaten is evident for your ears alone, leading you to instinctively cover your ears out of genuine trepidation.
Your body shakes slightly without even realizing it at first; nearly shrieked when someone crouches down to meet you face-to-face, shutting your eyes by instant.
"Hey, it's me." The familiar voice attempts to soothe you in a reassuring manner, gently placing his warm hands over your own, lowering them slowly.
"It's alright," he added further. "I tracked your location once I received your message as soon as I could."
Your eyes deliberately opened, ultimately landed upon his figure with a much more relieved expression crossing over your features. It didn't even take long before you allowed yourself to fall into his arms with such unafraid easeโ holding you so protectively and securely against him without any ounce of hesitation present.
One of his hands reaches to caress the back of your head tenderly as you remained momentarily wordless, still processing whatever just happened previously while he gradually stands and brings you along with him to get out from the building safely, albeit still attentively so.
"You're safe with me." You merely nodded upon hearing his spoken words, simply following wherever he's leading you to.
Because you trust him, and James wouldn't hesitate to ensure your safety even if it meant it involves him in a way.
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hi my baby aria, thank you for all the asks you've given me i love you soso much
LEXIIII MY DEAREST !! OMFG I MISSED U SO BADLYY LIKE CRAZY ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ญ !! I LOVE YOUUUU MORE AND BEYOND TRUST MEE IM SO HAPPY TO SEE U AGAIN AROUND HEREE <3333 ๐๐๐ !!
my dearest julia i missed you so badly ๐ฅฒ๐ฅฒ๐๐ i hope yk how much this means to me,, i adore kirara so so much still โ !! ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ญ
I have two ideas (007 first light) for you for inspiration you take an idea from to another or just change but sometimes we need inspiration for our writing.
1. How about oc and bond is together before everything started his career in mi6 and oc wasnโt aware of the situation believe him to be dead or missing in action. But oc is at the training for Mi6 and oc doesnโt mention anything to protect them and have a reunion and find a way to work together Or oc could be a sas soldier
2. The club mission as oc and James are a couple and oc is having fun about women flirting with James and maybe joins in on the fun or let him find his way out while on the mission or something.
Looking forward to read your future works even if you donโt use any of these ideas as inspiration.
wait.. omg anon u cook holy moly thank YOU so much for the ideas like actually !! ๐ i will definitely use some of these as my inspo for my future james fics omg,, i'm really REALLY interested on the first one.. ๐๐๐๐ญ
i might replay first light again. i miss james already. like holy moly.
i just need more edits of him to show up on tiktok then i'll be sorted teehee!!!!
OMG YESYES U DEF SHOULD !! tbh that man has been living in my head rent free, rotting inside my brain atp ngl like ๐๐ป๐๐ป๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ HE NEEDS TO BE EDITED MORE YESYES LIKE HIS EDITS ARE SO SO LACKING STILLL SADLYYY ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐ฅฒ
Boyfriend!Gojo who will always be the first one to suggest wearing matching outfits.
For one, he can buy any you like and as many as you'd like. It being from a suit and dress to pyjama bottoms and t-shirts.
You had mentioned it once before, the matching, fluffy, cute as hell hello kitty ones, a white and blue pair of fuzzy pants and black shirts.
Guess what he had laid on the bed the next evening.
After brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed you came out to see the exact set, in your size in the color you wanted right on your side.
Before you could get excited about them-
"Does it look good on me?"
That teasing tone and a chuckle right after it.
Boyfriend!Gojo who was wearing his part of the set already, a hand sliding under the loose t-shirt to rub a large palm across his toned abdomen, a white strip trailing downnnn and disappearing into the fuzzy fabric.
Boyfriend!Gojo who wasn't wearing any boxers underneath the blue hello kitty pants. Id say a goodโฆ z tier (hard) cock print was staring right up at you. Didn't help that a small wet splotch of precum was already making itself known.
Guess who got their dick sucked dry that night.
Boyfriend!Gojo
Boyfriend!Gojo who always held the door open for you, never letting you step out of the car without being there to give you his hand.
Boyfriend!Gojo who loved it when you clung to him in public, not being ashamed of some PDA. If you held his bicep, he made sure to flex it.
Boyfriend!Gojo who knew what you needed before you even did.
A sweet little treat with your coffee? There.
Some hair in your face or mouth you hadn't even realised was there? Fixed with a sweet caress.
After coming home from a tiring day and being pulled down on the couch and getting eaten out? Without a thought.
Boyfriend!Gojo who, speaking of eating out your cunt, was so good at it that it made his dick jealous- twitching and leaking while not being able to get inside that deliciously tight warmth his own tongue was occupying.
Boyfriend!Gojo who maybe was a bit too addicted to the taste of you after a long day.
Close to "home in three days, don't wash" level of obsessed.
Boyfriend!Gojo who gathered you up in his strong arms at any given chance, either carrying you or cuddling you like some oversized teddy bear he couldn't live without.
Boyfriend!Gojo who sent you pictures every day. No matter what you were doing that day or how many people were around.
Never a warning, never a spoiler.
A big fat dick dropped into your dms.
Shameless, i say.
But he loved making you flustered.
Yoon's notes: h..h..hey guys... a light lil hc i hope my blog doesnt get taken down for using tags lmao
โฌฉโค CONSTANT PRESENCE, UNKNOWINGLY ใ JAMES BOND ใ
โฆ james bond, who ends up to seemingly taking an interest in you, a normal office worker.
In a world where a number of MI6 agents had to take the frontline and deal with various, risky field duties, you chose to sit within the perfectly air-conditioned office that you've been assigned due to your chosen career. You're highly aware that you're not as flashy nor outstanding with your current skills if it ever got brought out to the field, genuinely believed that it's only deemed useful within the office only.
Most would've prefer to merely spare a brief glance towards your way, no longer than that unless necessary so.
It somehow makes the job easier to you. Less disruptions, giving you much more time to complete with whatever given tasks of the day. You wouldn't call yourself a loner eitherโ it's just the nature of the job.
"Excuse me?"
The smooth, crisp voice belonged precisely to a male, along with a small tap upon the edge of your desk is enough to snap you out of your work-focused state.
"I'm sorryโ yes?"
James sent you his signature smirk as if it's his second nature, albeit slightly smaller than per usual; instinctively leaning down just by a few inches toward your side so that his words reach for your hearing alone.
"Q told me to fetch you and the files to his lab."
"Oh-!" Upon hearing his spoken statement, your eyes widened a little as you arranged some of the needed files into one holdable place.
All while attempting your very best to calm your rapidly beating heart due to the close proximity he has shared with you right at this point. How unfair he is being, torturing you so easily like this. You would never understand as to why or how he has this type of power toward you.
How pathetically embarrassing.
But it's James Bond we're talking about. Any sensible lady would've fallen head over heels for him and his natural charm, it is nothing new.
Then why, one should explain to your unknowing self that his very own gaze never once leave your featuresโ eventually deciding to stand back up all properly again not too long after, and it kept going from that day and onward.
He never really left you alone. No matter what he's doing or if he just returned from a sparring session or even a mission, he'd always show up, orbiting around your very own presence.
It got somewhat worse some weeks later, where you almost assumed that it might be some sort of a curse that the gods have placed upon your helpless state. One time where the stack of files you've been holding threatens to fall and spill all over the floor, thanks to James' quick reflexes, he manages to hold off the entirety of files from spilling over by holding the front of it.
And you. Oh God aboveโฆ the state of your cheeks just from the mere contact is not helping at all either.
"Are you alright?"
He didn't have his usual charming grin nor a smirk, no. But rather, a serious, concerned look is etched upon his eyes, evidently so. You turned your head upwards to him, and managed a small nod with a relieved exhale.
"I'm alrightโฆ Thank you, James."
He would be lying if he says that it didn't make his heart feel a bit strange than usualโ doing little skips ofโฆ happiness? Eased by the sole fact that you're doing great as always?
Whatever it is he's experiencing, it is definitely new, and it is not the same sensation that any other could ever possibly provide him with. He wantedโ no, needed more of it. It feels as if he's in constant need of dopamine, and you are to blame for a part of it.
He wouldn't even want to complain about it, nonetheless.
With a slight clearance of his throat, he begins to help guiding you to the intended place where you truly need to be. "Don't mention it."
"Besides, you seemed to be carrying all of this quite often."
"One of these days, these files are gonna fly out of your hands if I'm not here." With you is what he's meant to say, but purposefully leaves it out.
"You don't have toโ"
"I insist. Don't worry about it." His usual charming smirk returns soon after as he interrupts you in the middle of your words smoothly; one of his hands still somehow find its' way to brush against your hand with every chance he gets.
You didn't know why he keeps doing so. But you assumed that it's one of his gentlemanly ways to express it all so naturally like he always does.
But that's not the true reason in all actuality.
You wish there was an explanation as to why on Earth would he ever allow his hands to linger over yours for a minute too long; unflinching set of eyes seemed to zero in on you alone despite the room being full of people who you dared to state as much more interesting and easily, an eye-catcher.
Or why you would oftentimes catch him standing just near the doorframe of the office or simply 'passing by', when the real reason is so that he could, at least, catch a glimpse of you throughout the day. Even when he just returned from an assigned mission, he'd look for you whenever he's free as soon as he could.
It drives you insane because there's no way it's unintentional, right...?
But James Bond isn't making it all easier for you, your poor heart. You'd have to find it out someday for the sake of your restless thoughts.
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i did see that they're making a trilogy of the games! hopefully we dont have to wait too long bc i fear the james hype will die down and no one will write about him, like i need more fics of him YESTERDAY.
like i'm still not over the pool scene lowkey. like make out with me like that okay byeeeeeeee !!!
OMG YESS one of my fears actually aaa but like ๐ฉ๐ฉ sadly it still miiiiight bound to happen at one point or another but !! i hope it's not sometime soon,, ๐ฅฒ๐ฅฒ FICS OF HIM IS STILL LACKING SADLYYYUHH but i'm working on smth rn with him so.. who knows.. heh.. ๐๐๐ BYE UR SO REAL PLS LIKE.. OMG I NEED ONE TOO.. PLEEK.. ๐๐ป๐๐ป๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ
my darling cutie pie covers your face in kisses mwah mwah mwah
MY BELOVED DARLING DEAREST LOVELY CUTESY GAL EVAHHH I SHALL COVER UR FACE WITH THOUSANDS OF LOVELY SMOOCHESSS MWAH MWAH MWAH โโโ ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐
little drabble for @seventasia 's event ^_^ go check it out here!!
tw: religious guilt, religious trauma themes, smoking, emotional repression, self-destructive tendencies, internalized shame, faith crisis, crying, hurt/comfort, angst
preacher's daughter!shoko who was raised on hymnals and southern guilt and the kind of love that always came with conditions, who learned young how to sit still in hard wooden pews with her knees pressed together and her head bowed politely while everyone in town admired what a sweet girl the pastor raised. because everyone loves the pastor's daughter, even when they do not know her at all.
preacher's daughter!shoko who knows every church song by memory but mouths the words instead of singing them, voice dying somewhere behind her teeth while stained glass paints bruised colors across her skin. who thinks faith should feel warmer than this. who thinks god stopped listening to her years ago.
preacher's daughter!shoko who smells like cigarette smoke hidden beneath vanilla perfume and old books, who keeps a lighter tucked into the pocket of her choir robe, who sits on the church roof after evening service just to feel farther away from everybody beneath her. that is where you first find her. legs hanging over the edge. smoke curling from parted lips. silver cross necklace glinting beneath the moonlight. and instead of telling her father, instead of looking horrified the way everyone else would, you sit beside her. quietly. like you already know all the ugly things she's trying to hide and you have decided they don't matter.
preacher's daughter!shoko who thinks you are too kind for your own good. who rolls her eyes whenever you show up to volunteer at food drives. when you help clean after sunday dinners, pretending your presence annoys her while secretly memorizing the sound of your laugh over gospel music crackling through old church speakers. somehow you keep staying. through her sharp words and every carefully built wall she places between herself and the rest of the world. you stay anyway.
preacher's daughter!shoko who learns the sound of your car before she learns the sound of your footsteps, who waits in the church parking lot after dark pretending she is just "getting fresh air" while secretly hoping your headlights appear at the end of the road. who starts craving you in quiet, devastating ways. who wants your hoodie in the passenger seat; your hand brushing hers over diner tables during the late hours of the night; your voice low and sleepy through phone calls neither of you wants to end.
preacher's daughter!shoko who never calls it love because love feels too sacred and frightening and permanent, and she has spent her whole life being taught that wanting you is wrong because no force of god can change the fact that you are a girl. so instead, you kiss behind gas stations. in dark corner booths of a diner two towns over where nobody recognizes the pastor's daughter. and afterwards, she presses her forehead against yours like she is mourning something before it is even gone.
preacher's daughter!shoko who keeps her cross necklace on even when she sleeps beside you, the chain cold against your collarbone when she curls into you. who goes strangely still the first time you touch it. "my father gave it to me when i turned thirteen. ", she whispers, almost inaudible. like that explains everything. maybe it does.
preacher's daughter!shoko who has spent years praying for god to make her easier to love. cleaner, quieter, holier. less angry, less lonely, less this. who kneels beside her bed at night with mascara streaking down her face whispering apologies into clasped hands because she cannot stop thinking about you no matter how hard she tries.
preacher's daughter!shoko who begins pulling away the second she realizes how hard she has fallen for you. texts become shorter. calls go unanswered. kisses rushed and guilty. she stands beside her father after sunday sermons smiling sweetly at churchgoers while you watch from across the parking lot wondering if you had imagined the softness of her hands. wondering if you had imagined her entirely.
preacher's daughter!shoko who finally breaks in the middle of a thunderstorm. rain batters the church windows hard enough to sound like screaming while she cries in your arms, shoulders shaking violently beneath your hands as every ugly buried thing finally claws its way out of her chest. "i think there's something wrong with me." she says it like a confession. like a prayer. like something she has known her whole life. and when you try to kiss her, she pulls away at first. not because she does not love you, but because the silver cross hanging between you suddenly feels unbearable. heavy with expectation and shame. with every version of herself she was forced to become.
preacher's daughter!shoko whose trembling hands rise to the necklace slowly. the chain catches briefly in her shaking fingers. when it finally slips free, she starts crying harder. huge broken sobs against your mouth while she kisses you desperately, terrified and loving you so much it hurts. like she is choosing you and losing herself all at once. like a girl raised on sermons and sacrifice finally allowing herself, for one impossibly selfish moment, to be loved anyway.
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo and you hiding your relationship from your mom โฑ mdni, dom!yuki, dumbification, degradation, corruption?, size difference ห.โฆ
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who picks you up in the corner of your street after you tell your mom you're going to have a sleepover with some friends. Yuki pulls up in her motorbike, with a pretty helmet just for you. She greets you with a kiss on the lips and a squeeze in your ass, helping you put your helmet on. "Hold on tight," she says every time, and she doesn't start up until your arms are around her waist.
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who was the one to convince you to start seeing each other, the way she talked to you, telling you how gorgeous of a woman you've became, it made your thighs press together. She took advantage of the effect she has on you and now she has you wrapped around her fingers.
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who sees you as her cute doll. She's stronger and smarter than you, she easily lifts you up and sits you on her lap so you can grind against her jeans. You're always completely naked and she's all dressed up. You get all shy and whiny, trying to hide your face in her neck but she just grabs your chin and forces you to look at her. "Don't get bashful now, doll. You're the one who snuck out to come get fucked by your mom's bestie."
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who loves corrupting you slowly. At first you were a nervous virgin who didn't even touch her, but now she's got you all stretched out riding her fingers on the couch before dinner is even ordered, hips rolling desperately while you cry into her shoulder.
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo whose favorite thing is making you beg. She'll have you on your knees, pretty mouth stretched around her strap while she pets your hair and mocks you in her sweet and condescending voice. "You can go deeper, sweetheart. You were so loud on the phone earlier telling me how empty you felt. Now you're acting like you canโt handle it?" She pushes her hips forward just enough to make you gag, then laughs when tears prick your eyes.
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who, after she's got you all worked up and dripping, she flips you onto the bed like you weight nothing, the size difference always makes you throb. She's a special grade sorcerer and you're just... you. It turns you on so much you get stupid for her. You end up face down, ass up, whimpering her name while she fucks you hard from behind, one hand fisted in your hair. "That's iiiiiit, moan for me louder, stupid girl. Let me hear how much you love getting that tight pussy ruined."
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo whose aftercare is soft in the filthiest way. She pulls you into her lap, still buried inside of you and makes you cockwarm her while she feeds you snacks and strokes you back. Yo2u get all clingy, nuzzling into her chest, you hear her chuckle and say: "Look at my cute girl. Don't worry, princess, your mom will never find out how much of a whore you are for me."
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who loves the risk. It makes everything hotter. Sometimes she'll text you while you're having dinner with your mom, describing exactly what she's going to do to you later. You have to sit there blushing and trying not to squirm while Yuki sends messages like gonna fuck that pretty mouth until you forget your own name. You always end up excusing yourself early with some lame excuse just to run back to her.
mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who still can't believe how shy you get even after all the times she's fucked you stupid. When you're riding her she'll grip your hips hard enough to bruise and force you to look her in the eyes. "Don't hide that face. I wanna see how dumb I make you." You always end up a teary mess, telling her how she owns you and how you'd let her do anything.
a/n: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH SHOUT OUT TO THE LESBIANS. if i remember well @bat1nsignia once mentioned mom's best friend yuki and WELLL i finally wrote it
i genuinely don't know why i didn't write about yuki
art by kei_zsi
GAHHH i hope i'm not annoying you!!!! but i finished the game and omg. i loved it.
praying we see more as patrick gibson as bond in the near future, he's got me hooked oh my days
definitely a replayable game too, kinda want to the get platinum trophy on it
OMG NO NOT AT ALL ANONIE DEARESTT ๐๐๐ !! genuinely had fun interacting with you hihii ๐ผ๐ผ ,, IM SO GLAD U FINISHED IT OMGG what an experience ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฅ AAAAND HAVE FUN IF YOU DO !! i heard the game is gonna be the first of a trilogy(??) iirc but do correct me if i'm mistaken ๐๐๐๐ !!
