#james bond au

[winterchimez]

🔎 — the 007 files

James Bond—or rather, the public was more aware that his code name, agent 007, has been working behind the scenes for decades now. imagine this: what if the agent 007 that you have come to know of was actually more than just one person? what if the famous group The Boyz were all agent 007 working under M16. buckle up as you access M16's top secret operative files, aka the most famous missions these individual agents have succeeded in.

A/N: why hello my fellow readers! i present to you a tbz x 007 cross-over collab series!! i've had this idea for a while now and thanks to @sungbeam who gave me the genius idea of hosting an open collab (and co-planning with me) for this!! i'm so so excited and i really hope this doesn't flop lmao 😭 so yes, please feel free to join the fun! 😉

🔎 STARRING: the boyz x f!reader/oc // g.n!reader/oc

🔎 GENRE: crime, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive, smut (only for 18+ writers!!), assorted pairings (more to be added)

🔎 WARNINGS: will be stated in each respective files!

RULES & REGULATIONS:

↬ choose a tbz member & a bond film to start off! you may write the story loosely based on the storyline of the film/a certain scene(s) inspired by the film itself! or alternatively, write it based on the themed song for the specific film you have chosen! (eg: sangyeon - the spy who loved me)

↬ slots will be first come first served! in total there will be 11 slots for 11 members

↬ only tbz member x reader / tbz member x oc!! no tbz member x member for this

↬ as mentioned above, writers will have the option to choose to either write a female/gender neutral reader/oc!

↬ minimum wc would be 1k, and there's no maximum so feel free to write as much as you'd like! pls include a "read more" feature after your summaries/genre/warnings/word count/a.n.

↬ you are allowed to write any genre you like! pls make sure you're over 18+ if you wish to include smut in your work.

↬ no sensitive topics will be allowed (eg: su*c*de, r*pe, r*cism, etc.)

↬ i will be making a discord gc for easier access, updates, and even brainstorming with one another! it will also help me loads with any announcements i will be making. joining in would be highly encouraged (though if you choose not to that's totally fine by me, just keep me regularly updated in my dms!)

↬ the project will officially kick start off on December 1st 2023, and you will have till March 31st 2024 to complete your work! if ever you wish to drop out / need a bit more time to publish your work pls do let me know!!

↬ fill out this google form to secure your place in this collab :) (key: shaken not stirred)

↬ lastly, reblog this post, @ me in your fics & use the hashtag 🔎 — the 007 files in your works!!

FILES:

Lee Sangyeon — The Spy Who Loved Me @winterchimez

Jacob Bae — The World Is Not Enough @snowflakewhispers

Kim Younghoon — Goldfinger @daisyvisions

Lee Hyunjae — Skyfall @kkinou

Lee Juyeon — For Your Eyes Only @juyeonszn

Kevin Moon

Choi Chanhee — No Time To Die @maessseongs

Ji Changmin — Casino Royale @sungbeam

Ju Haknyeon

Kim Sunwoo — On Her Majesty's Secret Service @kimsohn

Eric Sohn — From Russia With Love @cloverdaisies

#🔎 — the 007 files #kpop collab #the boyz #tbz #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz collab #tbz collab #the boyz crime #the boyz angst #the boyz fluff #the boyz suggestive #the boyz smut #the boyz x 007 au #tbz x 007 au #james bond 007 #james bond au #007 au

[weighty-ghosts]

I was so excited to get paired up last fall with my friend KD for the @rsbigbang!! I wish I could have drawn every scene in her fic, but since it’s a James Bond AU I decided to take inspiration from the old school 70’s Roger Moore Bond films and make a movie poster! It was so fun to read this story and work with KD to try and bring her secret agent wolfstar to life 😏😎

Run to Ao3 to read this fic. It immediately became one of my all time favourites. The Spy Who Loved Him, by @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur. Love you KD!! 💜

#wolfstar #rs big bang #artbyweightyghosts #remus lupin #Sirius black #wolfstar fan art #wolfstar fanfic #James bond AU #I know it’s 2024 but don’t ask

[drrav3nb]

DOUBLE-0 |  A NETFLIX SERIES

Synopsis: When a former MI6 Quartermaster and gifted innovator creates AI technology that will change the world of espionage and military warfare forever, an arms race ensues to acquire such a invention. But in order to stop such equipment from falling into enemy hands, Bond must confront a familiar friend and past flame. Can he put his feelings aside for the sake of the mission? Or will love blind him again?

Thanks to @bitchronan for the Netflix template!

Read the fic here

#was just about to write this fic when I thought why don't I just make a moodboard #well here you go #the love triangle you didn't know you needed ;) #if you'd like this to be turned into a fic please let me know! #james bond #casino royale #le chiffre #daniel craig #jodie turner smith #mads mikkelsen #black!oc #ai technology #spy au #netflix au #james bond au #jamesbondedit #netflixedit #au #quartermaster #james bond x oc #le chiffre x oc #james bond fanfiction #james bond fic #james bond imagine #le chiffre imagine #le chiffre fic #le chiffre fanfiction #litedit #bondedit #00

[lunartadpole]

Been watching old James Bond films and couldn't get his out of my head.

007!Eddie x Bond Girl!Steve

Like, Eddie Munson, cocky, sarcastic, best agent in the CIA's Double-Oh devision, founded and run by Nancy Wheeler, aka Agent N, is shipped off to a seaside town in Italy to investigate a corrupt but very rich business man, rumoured to be apart of the arch nemesis to the Double-Oh devision, an organisation named V.E.C.N.A, for his suspected involvement in stealing and storing a weapon of mass destruction. Its a simple mission, a piece of cake for our 007

But things start to get a bit complicated when Eddie gains an interest in local pretty boy, himbo, easily-capturable by the enemy, Steve Harrington. And things start to grow more than his usual on job hookups would.

Things get even more complicated when 007 discovers that Steve is the son of the corrupt but very rich business man and the 'weapon of mass destruction'? Yeah, it's a little girl with super powers.

Featuring Robin as Q, the quartermaster, Henry Creel as Number 1, head of V.E.C.N.A, El as the weapon, Nancy as the exasperated head of devision and Eddie and Steve as the strangers-to-friends-to-shityourworkingformyenemy-to-eventual-lovers

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve/eddie #nancy wheeler #Robin Buckley #El Hopper #Vecna #Henry Creel #James Bond au #This came into my head at 3am last night #Stranger things ficlet #Steddie fic let

[storybookhawke]

I’ve been thinking about a 007 secret agents AU for many years now, and figured I should draw for it! Here’s Isabela, who is Agent 003 (where Hawke is Agent 007 and Fenris is Agent 006). She will show up wearing a dress, and there will be no less than 8 weapons on her at all times!

#isabela #dragon age #bioware #isabela rivaini #dragon age isabela #da2 #da2art #sbh #sbh art #dragon age 2 #dragon age ii #modern au #james bond au #007 au #secret agent au

[bedeliainwonderland]

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Hannibal Lecter & Bedelia Du Maurier - James Bond & M aesthetic for @aeshnacyanea2000🖤

#thank you for the idea! #loveed making this #bedannibal #bedelia du maurier #hannibal lecter #hannibal au #james bond au #hannidelia #moodboard #mine #**

[timeandspacenovelist]

SYMPHONY. OF. DESTRUCTION ______________________________________

When Double 0 Agent Clara Oswald is called on assignment to investigate a touring orchestra via managing its main star, she's against it initially. But as the tour continues, she begins to realize that the man is not as bad as he seems and they become friends, maybe even something more… But with a looming threat from a shady organisation, can Clara juggle her feelings while also preventing world domination?…. _________________________________ Chapter 1: Home Invasion AO3 LINK

#doctor who #ao3 #fanfic #clara oswald #archive of our own #whouffaldi #twelfth doctor #twelve x clara #twelveclara #human au #spies #james bond au

[gerec]

hi just finished watching james bond and now i really want to read cherik in james bond au. so do you hv any cherik fic recs where charles is q and eric as james bond? or other way round? tqxx

Anon, here's a list of fics I love that I think meet your criteria for 'James Bond-esque aus'. I did not include any aus that were clearly inspired by other works (i.e. Burn Notice, Kings Man, Man from UNCLE etc.) and nothing set during the World Wars. Happy reading!!!

A Lily and a Gun Barrel by ninemoons42

When an SIS agent dies under sudden and mysterious circumstances in Barcelona, M sends in the big guns, namely, someone who knows something about an unusual white-and-red rose, a modified sniper rifle, and a very nasty poison. Q is tasked to head the investigation, and Agent 008 comes in to consult - and the Mediterranean air of Antoni Gaudí's city becomes fraught with danger and tension and a pact of mutual snarking.

[Or: an XMFC/Skyfall fusion in which Charles Xavier is Q and Erik Lehnsherr is a double-0 agent!]

One Life for Yourself and One for Your Dreams by endingthemes

When 00 Agent Raven Darkholme manages to capture the elusive Magneto and bring him in for questioning about a dangerous arms deal involving international criminal Sebastian Shaw, it’s up to Quartermaster Charles Xavier to get him to talk. With time running out, Charles needs to convince Magneto to trust him, but they’re both far too good at keeping secrets, and the growing attraction between them is only making things more difficult.

Secret Agent Man by ximeria (part 1 of a series Secret Agent Man)

Erik Lehnsherr is a much feared Quartermaster at MI6. Apparently someone forgot to tell their newest agent this.

Cartoon Super Villains and Sexy Agents by ximeria (part 1 of a series MI6 - Mutant Division aka the Mad House)

Erik becomes part of MI6's Mutant Division. His team is bat shit crazy but damned good at what they do. He really wants to know who trained them, but everyone goes quiet when he asks, so Erik figures he better stop asking.

You Know My Name by danveresque

Erik and Charles are spies with something in common.

Licence to Thrill by lachatblanche

Erik thinks he knows what to expect when he is due to meet Agent 00X, the most legendary spy in the British Secret Service.

He quickly realises that he is wrong.

He also realises that he really doesn't mind all that much.

Keep My Heart Slow by lachatblanche

Erik remembers every single detail of what happened the last time that he saw Charles. The very last time, as far as he knew, before Charles had once again run off to do whatever it was that members of the British Secret Service did while on the job.

To say that he doesn't expect Charles to turn up in his office several months later is something of an understatement.

Spy vs. Spy by professor

The one where Erik is basically James Bond, and Charles is a rival spy who interrogates him with sex.

Spy vs. Spy (The Power Play Remix) by significantowl

Xavier is a legend in the field. He's known for his cultured charm, his unfailing competence, the power of his mind, and the sins of his body.

And he has information Erik wants.

Business And Pleasure (The Spy on Spy Remix) by helens78

Charles and Erik were rival spies once, but not these days.

#gerec rambles #cherik #james bond au #spy au #fic rec #gerec's fic rec

[uniasus]

A Merlin fic James Bond AU I'm reading called You Only Live Twice updated with a 25K chapter and I'm, I'm just in love with this fic, all.

“Time magic,” Drea burst out. “Please, for the love of all that is sacred, explain the time magic. I can’t deal with much more of this.”

“I… was very upset?” Merlin said. “So. I stopped it.”

“That’s what you’re going with?” Mordred demanded, his eye twitching a bit.

Merlin shot him an ‘alright, calm thy tits’  look. He wriggled in his seat as he thought, fingers tapping absent-mindedly on the wheel in a light, syncopated rhythm.

“Have you ever felt torn in two?” he began. “Like, literally, a part of you is ripping away, and if you don’t do something you’ll lose it, but there’s nothing you can do, and everything you want and need, the person you love most in the world is right there, close enough to touch but you can’t even do that, because there’s no time… and, then I realised that there didn’t need to be time, because the constructs I was trying to bend didn’t exist. I only had to shift how I was existing, and that existence in itself was in flux to begin with: ageing linearly, remembering non-linearly, experiencing relatively. I just had to shift my current state of existence into a pocket of reality that was in a slightly different state to everyone else’s. Attuning the passing of worldly time to my time, not the other way around. And. Yeah. That’s how I did it.”

“I hate you so much,” Galahad breathed. 

“Your explanations suck,” Geraint agreed. “Teach us. Please.”

Mordred massaged his temples. “So, essentially, you risked your life and messed with reality on the grounds of a split-second philosophical epiphany because you. What. Wanted to hug your boyfriend?”

“I missed him,” Merlin grumbled.

Doomed. They were all doomed. 

#bbc merlin #fic rec #merthur #you only live twice #storyforsomeone #james bond au

[terrence-silver]

If you're interested in writing this, could you do some enemies to lovers headcanons with Terry, preferably inspired by your recent post about if Terry was a Bond villain and an agent was sent after him?

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No telling how you ended up in Terry Silver's bed.

On one hand, he found it hilarious.

How the FBI or whatever secret service spat you out, unto his very doorstep, has sent you, to gather intel on him and Dynatox's dealings domestically and abroad. The honeypot. That choice was intentional. Clearly. You wouldn't even be the first agent or detective ushered his way to meddle in his business or push your collective noses where they didn't belong, but you were by far the prettiest, so he had to conclude that that if all snooping failed, as it usually tended to do, you were to use your more physical talents as an extraction method to counter all defenses. Except, Terry Silver tended to strike first and he tended to strike hard, in all facets of his life, not just the training dojo and he used his own talents on you, eclipsing you in your intent, to the point where your small impromptu, supposedly ''off the records'' interview with him became an extended weekend and an extended weekend turned into a full work week in bed, with your ass up in the air all for him. And you learned nothing. Discovered just as much. Which was funny. It really was. His time wasn't for free. You wasting his time was even less for free. The payment was the amusement he derived from you. Maybe you could report back to your superiors how many times he's made you cum and how he's pounded your holes to oblivion. That was the best you could do. He nearly chuckles at the notion, buttoning up his shirt, easily sliding on his suede blazer, stretching his neck until the muscles cracked, straightening his frame out, smoothing the sides of his gelled down hair with a lone finger, smiling at his own reflection in the full body carved mahogany mirror with your visage right behind him, semi-blurred, staring at him, mutely, from his California King Size mattress, naked and tangled in satin sheets.

You lost.

He won.

Tough luck.

-"They warned me about you."-

You remark, matter-of-factly, sounding partially exhausted, which came as no surprise after the full weekend bender he's put you through, and partially resigned. Terry was aware you tried every trick in the book, every method of seduction, every way of attacking, everything the agency undoubtedly trained you on, every tactic and every bullshit strategy he fuelled deliberately so you'd think you're close to getting something out him before he flipped the script on you and you'd walk out of here, fucked, and with no more knowledge than you walked in here with. And Dynatox would keep operating like it used to. Like it has done for years. In Asia. Micronesia. In Africa. In wherever hellhole Global South backwater he could get his hands on. Would you try for a more aggressive approach next time? Could you even do that even if you had the chance? Would some of your colleagues visit him next and try instead of you, with a warrant for his questioning or even appearance at court? Terry Silver could figure, that if he put a blade into your hands right now, and bid you to strike, you wouldn't be able to. He felt so, while he was having you, time and time again. Your body responded to him. The way your pupils dilated. You, melting into him. Responsive, wanton and pleading. You weren't the only one trained. He served his service too, in Vietnam, years ago. He knew how to read a person. They warned you about him? Clearly, they didn't warn you enough. Should've warned you more and far, far better. Fully dressed, he turns to you and all he can do is laugh before walking out, purposeful, wide strides, heading out to a meeting, leaving Margaret, Milos and his staff to tend to you and then show you out of the mansion and out of his part of LA too, hopefully.

-"Bet they did."-

Is all he says, closing the door behind him.

#why even write a bond villain alternative universe with terry in it #when one can describe terry as terry really is and was #and it would be one and the same #terry silver #james bond au #dynatox #agent #secret agent #enemies to lovers #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #80's terry silver

[ayjaydraws]

Cover Illustration I made for @emperorharuhi Stobotnik fanfic „Love Be My Villain“, on AO3. A James Bond inspired fanfiction originally written for the „Love You A Latte“ Stobotnik Fanzine and now expanded upon, including this little work of mine.

It would have been nice if this was finished in time for the release of the original fanzine so it could have been published alongside the fanfic but alas it wasn’t meant to be.

I tried my best to emulate a old comic book cover with this illustration because special agent stories always remind me of this early comic book aesthetic. Very happy about how it turned out, I would pay 90cents for that if it were real lol

#stobotnik #robotnik fanart #sonic #sonic movie au #sonic au #sonic robotnik #sonic movie fanart #sonic cinematic universe #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie #sonic the hedghog movie #dr robotnik #movie robotnik #agent stone #fanzine #love you a latte #comic #comic book art #james bond au #fanfic #fanfiction cover #comic covers #ayjaydraws

[princessfbi]

If I Risk It All (Could You Break My Fall?)

Chapter Four

“The door will close on its own. You’re going to throw the grenade inside and run.”

“Give me the code, Q,” Eddie said and Buck grabbed the microphone, yanking it up until the cables pulled from the desk. 

“Throw and run. Confirm that you understand.”

There were a painful few moments of silence they didn’t have to lose and Buck held his breath as he waited. 

aka 00Q!Buddie James Bond AU.

Read on Ao3

Rated: E | Multi Chapter | Chapter 4/12

Banner edit created by @mellaithwen thank you!!

#911fic #buddie #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #buddie fic #911 fanfic #spy au #james bond au #911 on fox #my fic writing #royal fic writing #writing talk #evan buckley

[wolpertingerprompts]

Concept: A Stobotnik crossover with Miike Snow’s Genghis Khan music video.

#of course robotnik is the villain #stobotnik #ivo robotnik #aban stone #agent stone #sonic movie #sonic the hedgehog #prompt #fic prompt #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt blog #writing prompt #hero/villain relationship #enemies to lovers #miike snow #genghis khan #james bond au

[ikeepwatchinghelicopters]

I actually know next to nothing about how MI6 in James Bond works, so I don't have many fancy headcanons, but: The Witcher James Bond AU where Geralt is 007 (with Eskel, Lambert, Aiden, Coen being other 00 agents), Vesemir is M and Jaskier is Q.

Jaskier talks a lot about whetever new gadget he came up with, because "Geralt, wait, of course you need to hear the whole process of how I came up with it and not just the briefest information about what it does". He also talks a lot when he's guiding 007 on the missions but he's actually very good at discerning when is chatter is benefitial and when it's dangerous, so he knows when he needs to keep quiet or provide just the most neccessary instructions. At first, Geralt hated the constant chirping in his ear, but he grew so used to Jaskier's voice that now it has a calming effect. As Q, Jaskier never goes out to the field, but he has received training in how to handle guns and stuff. Eskel is the most diligent when it comes to returning the gadgets in good condition and giving reports on how they worked. Lambert always asks for something that explodes, so to indulge him, Jaskier's has built more mundane-objects-that-actually-explode things than he can count. One time, Geralt came back from a mission and Jaskier was super angry with him because "Geralt, that gadget was very expensive and it was the first prototype! How could you just lose it so carelessly?". So on the next mission, Geralt prioritizes bringing back all the tech equipment over his own health and safety, and he is very happy with himself because Jaskier'll surely be pleased that he brought back everything and mostly in one piece. Only for Jaskier to get even madder than the last time because: "Oh, for somebody's sake! Geralt, you dumb lump of muscle! That piece of metal is not more important than your life!". I just realised I'm not sure how Yennefer fits into this; maybe she could be a 00 agent too. Jaskier sometimes designs some very crazy or impractical things and doesn't realise because the idea sounds so cool in his head. And Yennefer is the one who half-listens to his recounting of new ideas most often and provides some level-headed feedback ("Q, that's crap. It won't work"). Jaskier always pouts for a bit, trades some barbs with her, and eventually sees that she was right and follows her advice.

#the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #au idea #james bond au #feel free to adopt the au #because now i kind of want to read it lol #yennefer #lambert #eskel #vesemir

[roosterbox]

Hey. So.

Remember my Arthur/Eames Bond!AU? That I finally came up with a sequel for seven years after posting the first fic?

Yeah, I’m working on a third part.

Though technically it takes place between the other two fics. Has a bit more action to it. I am decidedly NOT NICE to Arthur in it, unfortunately. But he gets some cuddles afterwards so…?

First draft is done, and it’s already longer than both of the other fics combined. And if previous precedent holds, it’ll get even longer during editing and rewrites, lol.

Expect it sometime after the Paint Shop AU is done. I’m actually surprised how much I’m liking how it’s turning out at the moment.

#rooster writes #arthur x eames #james bond au #writing is hard yo #lol #I love my bond!AU #also hard to believe I’m dating the series hardcore because Eames mentions ‘her majesty’ #oh well #it’s fun #(but Arthur is very much not having fun in this fic) #(lol)

[goldpomegranates]

solid grip

007!Male!Reader x Bond Boy!Tom Hiddleston

Rated E for explicit sexual content, dubious consent, & voyeurism WORD COUNT: 2.2k also on AO3.

Playing wrangler to another double-0 would normally be child's play, but when a crime lord sets her eyes on Mr Hiddleston thanks to his natural charm and insistence of being a gentleman, the assignment gets dicey. He plays the role of seductor to perfection, and much to your dismay, all you can do is watch.

—x.

MI6 gives him a gun. It comes as no surprise really, following the events at Monte Carlo and the narrow escape that cost you two months’ worth of off-duty physical therapy in order to regain feeling in your right arm. No doubt he’s learned how to use it in that time, has eased into how his own limbs should move in close-quarters-combat. He’s sharp-eyed, quick witted, and one hell of a fast learner. A little bit much for just being a secretary shipped off to play Bond Girl to your 007, but you’ve never complained.

Thomas certainly has, but he forfeited the right to do so the moment he took that gun from Q. Packing power beyond most conventional handguns, the Beretta is tailored to his specific biometric data, its grip and barrel modified to sit comfortably in his hands. The way his long, slender fingers wrap around the polished surface, forearms straining against the recoil during target practice has been distracting, to say the least.

Unfortunately, the gun is only the start. At times, he is his own deadliest weapon, if even by no choice of his own.

You keep an eye on him from behind Q’s desk, the camera feed unrealistically crisp for a tiny lens perched in a nondescript corner of a cramped room. The audio feed is less grand, and the situation is dicey.

In the back room of a nightclub in London, another double-0 is playing the good girl card, her voluptuous chest and thighs barely reigned in by the sleek red evening dress she’s wearing. Tom hangs on her arm like a protective boyfriend, trying to sell the ruse to the crime lord currently dealing them an offer. Drugs, weapons, state secrets, the usual.

Said crime lord, also a lady of astonishing build and beguiling presence, eyes them both with interest beyond the professional kind. She’s playful, waving baggies below their noses as her hulking bodyguards wield assault rifles by all exits. It’s meant to be a reconnaissance mission, a quick in-and-out, but she’s taking too long to crack, and your people are getting antsy.

“Get me a name, double-0,” you say, applying just a hint of pressure. Neither reacts, but you know they’ve heard you.

You are not a handler, neither are you a supervisor, but this was meant to be your assignment had you not taken a bullet for the secretary. Q was, miraculously, on vacation, and as devoted to Queen and Country as MI6 is, the true voice of the people was the five hundred pound note. Especially the five hundred pound notes you swiftly slid into the home team’s pockets in order to grant yourself a say on the mission.

“—another type of payment,” the lady says, a feedback loop leaving your ear ringing.

Tom steps aside, awkwardly wringing his hands as the crime lord takes the double-0 by the hips and kisses her cheek. You make nothing of it, all agents have trained for this kind of scenario, but it dawns on you that Tom isn’t, in fact, an actual agent. He’s a glorified sidepiece, a decorative charm planted, in this case, to make his female counterpart come off as powerful.

You’re about to offer a warning but he interrupts the two women, hands to his chest with concern clear across his face. The mics are barely holding on and, had the Quartermaster been at HQ, he would’ve found a way around the problem. Instead, it’s just you on visual, a gaggle of runts on the ground, a double-0 in a bind, and a secretary who thinks he can retcon a potentially disastrous situation.

“Sinclair, don’t let him,” you tell the double-0. “Hiddleston, I’ll make sure this is the last field mission you ever see.” In hindsight, you figure that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

There’s a reshuffling of people, quick conversations, and snappy commands, and you watch in abject horror as the bodyguards mill out of the room with the double-0 in tow.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You are usually a tad more composed in these kinds of situations, but you have zero faith in Hiddleston getting the name you need when oftentimes doing so requires techniques you know the man won’t be able to stomach.

To inflict torture, one must first be subjected to it.

The bastard was too much of a gentleman to even consider the option, but his English sensibilities were definitely questionable when you witness him curl a finger beneath the crime lord’s chin, slowly tipping her face up to look at him. Her hands grip the front edges of his jacket, her blood red lipstick glossy under the room’s lighting. She smiles at him, eyes squinted with copious amounts of suspicion, but she seems appeased for the time being.

She sits on the couch in front of him, her legs crossed, and beckons him forward with a finger.

You count the hidden weapons in the room.

It shouldn’t bother you. You’ve seen it before, have sat through far more grotesque situations. You’ve trained for this. You all have. It’s your job to give it all for the assignment, no matter the cost.

In some cruel twist, the mic picks up everything. The rustling of fabric as acrylic nails play with his belt, the ripple of a zipper, the shocked gasp. You could take the headset off, but you don’t. You shouldn’t in case she breaks and gives up the name of her supplier.

“Very chivalrous of you,” she says, and you can see the movement of her elbow, can imagine her hand wrapped around him, “giving yourself up to protect your girl’s honor. Although was that truly the reason?”

Tom’s back is to the camera, his feet wide apart for balance. She leans forward and his head tilts back, eyes fluttering. You can’t see that last part, but you’ve had him in a similar situation, beheld the way he wore pleasure when teased.

“The world needs more men like you,” she continued, before the sound of a moan around a mouthful came through the headset. She pulled back, putting her hand back to work. “Whores, I mean. Good looking ones with proper manners and a deep-rooted desire to get thoroughly fucked.”

He makes an indignant sound and retaliates by taking a fistful of her long hair. She takes it in stride, leaning into the grip as she jerks him off.

“Do you have anyone back home? No offense, but you and that woman hardly have any chemistry. You couldn’t fool a blind woman if you wanted to.”

She goes in with her mouth again, this time staying there for a long moment.

You look away from the screen, disgusted by your interest. The hot, heavy pulsing between your legs something you will have to program out of your system in the near future.

You have played it fast and loose these past several months, courting Tom in some sort of acquaintanceship with benefits fantasy. Despite never truly sleeping with him, always stepping away when things got too heated, this nagging possessiveness grew exponentially pervasive.

It’s not part of the job. It could never be a part of your life while on the job. The only friends you could afford to name were your Quartermaster and M, and those were just your work buddies at the most. Lovers were few and far between, the occasional hit and run to let off steam, something that has become unnecessary when training and field work were just as effective.

But here was Mr Hiddleston getting under your skin, getting felt up by someone else under your supervision, apparently enjoying himself going by the way he enthusiastically removed his jacket.

And the sounds he made. Maybe he was adept at torture, just not the painful kind.

You look back at the monitor out of the corner of your eye and see that they’ve moved. For the love of everything holy, he’s sitting on the couch, trousers undone and cock in hand. She’s hovering over him, knees on either side of his thighs, dress bunched up in her hands.

You can’t bear looking anymore, but you do. You do. The way his hands hold onto her back, guide her in a graceless bounce that looks as sloppy as it sounds, the way he thrusts up to meet her has you gripping the edge of the desk.

The rub of fabric over the mic is grating, but it isn’t enough to obscure his thoughtless ramble and her vicious whisper. A whisper that puts you on high alert again, eyes and ears open. “Quite the show for your mates back at MI6, I reckon,” she says with a laugh, cradling his face in her hands. “Should I tell them?”

“Don’t,” Tom says, momentarily clear.

“Should I tell him?”

Your knee stops its jittering, your entire body going still. It has to be a coincidence, you tell yourself, digging through the scene in front of you. She’s cunning, everyone on the case knows this, and she will say anything to get under anyone’s skin. Just because she is able to read him doesn’t mean she knows him.

“So, it is a boy,” she says, gasping, breathless. “Is he as charming as you? Oh! Is he a double-0?”

Through the haze, Tom’s eyes momentarily flicker to the camera. She doesn’t seem to catch him doing so, but you do. Your finger hovers over the metaphorical panic button, the one that will send everyone in the vicinity crashing into that fucking room and run damage control. The situation has now gone from precarious to dangerous, and you refuse to get another red mark on your ledger.

“Is he watching us right now? Can he hear us? Why don’t you go ahead and tell him how tight I am, how hard you are inside of me?” She leans back, her hands on his knees for leverage. And that’s good. Her hands are preoccupied, nowhere near a weapon. “Is it me? Or is it the thought of him watching that has you dripping?”

You cross your legs, expression schooled despite the absence of eyes around you. Maybe Medical was right and you should have taken a proper leave, at least until the remnants of painkillers and whatever other substances had left your body. You spare a thought to James and how he would have handled the situation, or any other double-0 for that matter. Hell, you even consider reaching out to Moneypenny for advice and your thoughts are drifting.

The headset crackles with the sound of a voice that isn’t Tom’s, but someone else on location. You catch a hint of your name, and a choppy question you take to mean whether or not they should move in. The answer makes itself impossible when on the other end all you can hear is the debauched cries of two people—one of which you wish was you and that is a problem. That is a big fucking problem. Playing around with the secretary is one thing but getting defensive about said secretary clearly enjoying a quick shag on the job is so far out of bounds you momentarily consider reassignment.

“Do not engage,” you say, and in return you get Tom’s sweet gasp.

The lady has wrapped herself around him, and while his hands rest at her back, pressed together, he’s staring at the camera. His gaze is steady despite the sultry part of his lips, his movements slow and measured. He leans back enough to lift her dress and show you where they meet, the slow glide of him moving in and out of her, the heavy weight of pleasure on his face.

You dig deep for that iron control that landed you the position. Back ramrod straight, you tell yourself the reason why you’re resting a hand over your thigh is for balance, a grounding touch, and not at all because you came close to pressing a palm against your groin. Shifting in your seat provides no relief, accidental pressure sending you to your feet.

Leaning over the desk, hands firmly splayed over the high-tech surface, you breathe evenly through your nose as you continue to listen. The woman’s frantic panting, Tom’s pleading as his voice goes higher than you’ve ever heard it before, and you want it. You want him.

The finishing blow leaves you lightheaded, his long and ragged moan stroking the deepest parts of you until it echoes inside of your stomach. The aching throb between your legs has not gone away and you will do nothing to remedy it, just suck it up and keep going, get your agents home safe.

“Disengage,” you say over the headset, ignoring the waver in your voice. “If she’s not giving it up after that, there’s no use in pursuing. We’ll find another way.”

The crime lord whispers into Tom’s ear, and you can see the moment it happens, the triumph in his eyes telling you that he got it, that she broke at the last second, but you know better. There’s no dick good enough to surrender an empire over. Whatever that woman has up her sleeve will come at a steep cost. But some bridges can be allowed to stand through the night.

“Get yourself cleaned up, Mr Secretary. Our men are on the move.”

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