#ooq fic

[writerbri]

everything is terrible and I want to ignore life so I think it's an excellent time to lose myself in @princessfbi's entire catalog of incredible fics

#starting with ooq tbh #and working my way through everything #fic recs #because if you haven't yet you should

[thestalwartheart]

Unpopular opinion but I think a ooq role reversal would be great. Not in the Q I'd the agent bond the quartermaster sense (tho I would love to see a bond who actually retains and improves his computer skills from casino royale) but in the Q is one who's sure in his want of a relationship with bond and bond is thw one whose like what the fuck what the fuck what the fUCK- (mostly because. James has not had romantic emotions this intense since vesper and he has. Issues. )

Ooooh, this would be a fascinating dynamic to explore.

I'm sure there are fics out there that tackle this idea already. Sadly, my rusty, pre-caffeine Monday morning brain can't think of any. While I trawl my bookmarks, feel free to suggest some in the replies and reblogs!

On the subject of Bond keeping/improving his computer skills, I do have a lovely fic rec. A is for Arrogance by winterhill is one I return to over and over.

Thanks for the ask!

#ask box #00q #00q fic

[heath-ur]

Hey ‘Ho Here We Go #Kinktober #00Q

My Kinktober list for my OT3 - Q/James Bond/ Alec Trevelyan. These will be less one-shot and more “Progression of Porn” (Not to be confused with but similar to “PWP”. lol.). These will be posted here as well as on Ao3 (Look me up: HighQueen).

Thigh Riding - Bond x Q

Blowjob - Alec x Q

First Time - Bond x Q

Public Sex - Alec x Q

Daddy Kink - Bond x Q

Choking/ Spanking - Alec x Q

Sixty-Nine - Bond x Q

Lingerie - Alec x Q

Size Difference - Bond x Q; Alec x Q

Dirty Talk - Alec x Q

In the Kitchen - Bond x Q

Voyeurism - Alec walking in on Bond x Q

In the shower/tub - Bond x Q

Toys - Alec x Q

Somnophilia - Bond x Q

Restraints - Spreader Bar - Alec x Q

Blindfolded - Bond x Q

Fingering/ Forced Orgasm - Bond x Q

Edging - Alec x Q

Objectification - Alec x Q

Praise Kink - Bond x Q

Caught Masturbating - Bond x Alec

Handjob - Bond x Alec

Cream Pie- Bond x Q

Eating Out - Alec x Q

Threesome - JAQ

Wax Play - Bond x Q (Alec watching)

Begging - JAQ

Phone Sex - JAQ

Overstimulation - Biting/Scratching - JAQ

Exhibitionism - JAQ

#ooq #ooq fic #kinktober #2020kink #fanfic #james bond #quartermaster #alec trevelyan

[thereadersmuse]

Where Bond was concerned, he was irrevocably and wholly tainted.

*Also posted on ff.net.

#ooq #james bond x q #james bond #james x q #james bond fanfiction #q #wing fic #religious themes #angels and demons #soulmates #read the warnings

[noodlegoo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig movies), James Bond (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q, Eve Moneypenny & Q, James Bond & Eve Moneypenny Characters: Eve Moneypenny, James Bond, Q (James Bond), M | Gareth Mallory, M (James Bond), Bill Tanner, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - World War II, World War II, Navy, The Royal Navy, Secret Intelligence Service | MI6, Set During World War II, No Combat, Eve Moneypenny & Q Friendship, Eve Moneypenny Ships James Bond/Q, Eve Moneypenny is a Good Friend, POV Q (James Bond), Q Branch, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Period-Typical Homophobia, no slurs, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Between Moneypenny & Q, Q Is Gay, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s) Summary:

“The government’s asked for two million men.” Moneypenny looked half scorned already, “It’s not just the cold. Is it?”

He takes a long sip of his tea, “You know what’s wrong.”

“You don’t need to sign up,” Moneypenny assured, “There are others.”

“I had to,” He replied, eyes focused on the rations on the counter. “Eve,” Q gripped her hand on the table, “Eve, if I didn’t they’d make me.”

“So you’ll leave me? Like James did? Won’t write me back?”

“You know I’m not him,”

#00q fic #00q fanfiction #00q #ooq #james bond #q

[actual--quartermaster]

Hey, so Human Error was recently deleted off of Archive of Our Own and I saw that you said you have a pdf. Do you think you could send it to me? Thanks so much, i just loveee that fic. I actually started reading it because of you're recommendation.

Hello,

I'm terribly sorry to hear that it is no longer posted - I remember reading it as it was being written! I have been away from the fandom, and hence this account for a while, and I have since gotten a different phone - so I no longer believe to have the pdf. I'll do some digging and see it it was possibly archived, or maybe try to get in contact with the author again.

I've also been so happy to see that rec list live on,I'll have to add some more some day - we'll see what the next movie release brings!

- Q

#decs talks #00q #quartermaster #james bond #ooq #human error fic #00q fanfic #find a fic

[katherynefromphilly]

There is nothing gentle about Bond once you’ve seen him at his weapon-best, cold eyes and hard hands and the sliding ability to become a shadow, a reflection, a trigger to be pulled (or not pulled). He sets explosions without blinking, Q listens to the steady breaths as he runs, pounding like his feet; he swallows his drink down without a shudder and heads into a fistfight turned knife fight turned gunfight like he’s placed his bets and he’s betting on himself to win.

- from “Slow Hands Killer” by paxlux on AO3

00Q - Mature - 7250 words

#fic rec #00Q #OOQ #exceptionally written #one of my go-to stories when i'm seeking writing inspiration

[thebumblebeetumbletree]

What a Ruff Mission

James had been missing for quite a while since he went off the grid. Q wasn’t too worried, OO7’s track record for after-missions was abysmal at best. He only wished that James would trust him to take care of him.

As if hearing his thoughts, James appeared like a silent wrath. Q stood up from his work station and stormed towards the agent. His anger coming off him in waves.

It wasn’t until he was practically breathing the same air as James that he noticed two suspicious lumps in the double O’s jacket.

“James? What-” Q trailed off, his gaze widening when one of the lumps started to squirm. He stepped back in trepidation as one of the moving things let out a squeak. Or was it a yip?

Q didn’t have time to ponder this as the squirming mass finally wiggled free from James. Q let out a short scream as a golden ball dropped to the ground and like a toy, bounced back up into his chest. Knocking the wind out of Q.

James cursed and tried to maintain a semblance of control with the other fluffy mass. While, Q braced against an onslaught of wet puppy tongue. His glasses got knocked askew along with his trousers becoming a new shade of color.

Thank goodness James decided to arrive back when everyone else had gone home. He probably knew Q would stay until James came back from wherever he had gone off to.

“James…” He tried to start again. Only to be sidetracked by more licks from the puppy at his crouched side. James answered his unasked question, while starting to kneel down beside him. Allowing the other puppy down to play with its brother.

“I found them right before the building exploded.” He started, his blue eyes never straying from the puppies rough housing between their kneeling forms. “Siblings I think. Possibly retrievers.” Q nodded absently, half listening to James’ tale, while he scratched the nearest puppies ear.

They were most definitely golden retrievers. Their fur was too sun-yellow to not be. Bullocks they were precious. Q wanted to kill James.

“I know you prefer cats so I"ll ask around. I think Moneypenny would like one. Tanner might.” James continued to speak, not seeming to realize Q had stiffened. He had never considered giving the dogs away.

Cutting James off, Q said, “actually…I was thinking we could hold on to them.” He kept all his focus on the now yawning dogs, “there’s no rush and their still young enough where they might need to be bottle fed.” If he had looked up, Q would’ve seen James’ victorious smirk.

#goldenretriever #my fics #ooq #q is still a cat lover #but...puppies #puppies #james bond #ooq fic rec #00q fic rec #007 #james bond 007 #quartermaster #q

[aprettyspy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Dreams and Nightmares, Peril Summary:

James finds himself in a dangerous situation and only comes back because of Q. A blue jumper as a declaration of love.

#blue jumper #daniel craig #flaah fic #hurt/comfort #ooq #ooq fic

[markslittleproblems]

New OOq fic here

“Doing alright?”

“Quite insistent today, 007,” he smirked, actively trying to suppress the surge of annoyance that was growing in him. They had agreed that whatever would happen to them, it would never have any repercussions on their work, but Q was finding it increasingly difficult to be discarded like a dysfunctional toy and then have to undergo fake sympathy at 2AM. He lifted his eyes up to Bond’s level, challenging him bitterly, before realising that his interlocutor’s look was directed towards his wrist and more precisely on his left hand that was clenching it. The gesture had been unvoluntary, just born out of temporary comfort from Q’s side, but now he regretted how obvious it was.

#ben whishaw #00q #daniel craig #james bond 007 #james bond #00q00 #00qedit #james bond x q #james bond x alec trevelyan #jaq

[senatorgana]

Summary:

Q has been in love for two years, six months, and twelve days when James Bond walks away, leaving him with a bleeding head and a broken heart on a dark and noisy London bridge.

#00q #ooq #bond #james bond #quartermaster #skyfall #spectre #my fic #not sw

[thestalwartheart]

If we're talking ooq being shitty, I wanna throw my 2 cents in and say it only works if they're being mutually shitty. Like if only james is shitty it just feels weird. They need to be mutually assholes to each other on the same magnitude or it just feels the trope of I fell in love with my bully or whatever.

1000000% agree with this.

It’s a fine line to draw between angst and a satisfying resolution, and “this is one character excusing emotional abuse for the sake of the narrative.”

I try to always be conscious of that in my fics, and I hope I’m on the right side of that line most of the time!

Thanks for the ask!

#ask box #00q

[heath-ur]

00Q Kinktober - Day 11

Prompt List ;Ao3  Pairing: Bond x Q   Prompt: Kitchen Warnings: Smut, No Beta

James swings by to Q-Branch to pick Q up for dinner, as is becoming a habit. The grin Q shoots to James as he walks through is becoming a habit, too. “Welcome Home, 007.” 

James smiles back. “Good to be home, Q.” He steps closer. “Can I steal you away for dinner?” He might ask Q, but he looks to R for confirmation. She barely looks over her tablet and nods, making a lazy shoo gesture with her other hand. It makes James chuckle and Q puff up in offense, but he leaves easily enough so there must not be much that needs attention at the moment. 

“Are you really intending to take me to dinner? Or can I convince you straight to my flat?” Q asks with mischief as they leave the building, taking James’ hand in a way that was too new to become a habit… yet, anyways. 

James hums. “I could be convinced… but when have you eaten last?”

“Oh, recently, I’m sure,” Q tries to waive the concern off. It might have been more successful if his stomach hadn’t taken the moment to growl. James laughs. 

“I’m going to assume that your kitchen is just as bare as I left it. Which means: take-out… Or, shall I invite you to mine?” James says it with level teasing, but Q nearly trips over his own feet in shock anyways. 

“You’ll really let me?” Q asks. “We don’t have to, if you’re unsure?” 

 James just tugs Q closer to wrap an arm around his waist and keeps walking towards his vehicle. “It was never a big deal - I just have a roommate that normally intimidates my dates and is very particular about his belongings. You might have met him before - He also goes by a number and enjoys cursing in Russian.”

Q blinks up at him. “Alec. . . you live with Alec, which is why you’d never invite me over before?” 

James nods, “No needs to sound incredulous. You know we’re close friends. We’re normally never in London at the same time so it doesn't get crowded. But we also don’t like to be surprised with unexpected houseguests. So we have rules. Well, rule. No conquests or strays are to be brought home.” 

“So Alec won’t mind?”

James stops walking so he can cup Q’s face in his hand. “Surely you know, Q. You’re far more than a conquest. For either of us.” 

Q blushes and clears his throat before turning forwards once more. “Well, then. Lead on.” 

~*~

Once out of the elevator, James leads them straight to the open concept kitchen, removing his suit-jacket and draping it over the back of a barstool. He rolls up his sleeves while he checks the fridge and freezer for ingredients and pretends he doesn’t see how Q oggles the muscle tone on his forearms. “How does pasta sound?”

“Great.” Q offers his opinion as he steps around the bar to inspect the rest of the living space. The living room and kitchen were all one room, similar to his flat. However, where his place looked cluttered by books and cat hair, the Double-Oh’s place looks modern and sleek. Spartan. A flatscreen took up the majority of one wall in the living room, and the coffee table and couch was completely cleared of items. The kitchen was much the same - devoid of anything on the counter excluding a very expensive coffee machine. 

Inspection over, Q steps over and wraps his arms around Bonds back, grinding his half-hard cock into James’ pert asscheek. James laughs and reaches back to squeeze a handful of Q’s. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to wait? Truly, I’ve other appetites I’m more interested in indulging at the moment.” Q gives a small bite to an edge of skin over James’ collar. Not enough to mark, just to tease. 

James makes a cross between a groan and growl and twists out of Q’s hold just to come back close, wrapping one of his own arms around Q’s waist and slipping the other in Q’s hair. They kiss, fast and ravenous, as James guides Q’s back into the counter, using his hand in Q’s hair to get the slighter man just where he wants him. 

“I’ve been convinced,” James speaks when the kiss breaks. “I only worry that you’re insatiable.” 

Q pouts. “I’ve missed you.” He grinds into James like James needs more proof.

James laughs. “Alec has been gone on mission for a while too, hasn’t he? Our poor kitten, unfulfilled.” 

Q nods mischievously and hikes himself onto the counter, “I’ve been so empty with the both of you gone. Fill me up?” 

“Who am I to refuse?” James murmurs before he guides Q’s long legs to wrap around his waist and goes back to kissing Q, sucking marks on his throat when they both need a little air. 

Q makes a fussy sound that James successfully interprets to mean there’s too much clothing between them. He goes for the buttons on his own shirt while Q tackles his cardigan, each man flinging clothing off as it comes free. 

James jerks Q closer to the edge of the counter and starts working on the man’s trousers, getting them and his pants down around Q’s calves as Q flails and kicks off his shoes and toes the clothes off the rest of the way himself. Before Q can begin on James’ trousers, James pulls the packet of lube and condom out of his pocket. 

Q snorts and raises an eyebrow before he gets his clever fingers to work on James’ button fly. James’ boops the younger man on the nose, “You’re the eager one here, darling, so you really shouldn’t be making fun of my preparedness.”

Q reaches into James’ pants to free his cock and give it a few pumps, “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He suddenly dismounts from the counter and twists to bend himself over the granite, removing his glasses and putting them a safe distance away. “Come on; I want your cock.”  

James growls and is quick to pin Q over and down by a hand in his hair and rips open the packet of lube with his teeth. One hand pours the cold liquid down on Q’s crack and asshole directly, making Q jump and moan, pressing his head into the cool of the granite in return. His cock starts drooling, dripping down the cabinet front, which he will try to be embarrassed about later. 

James doesn’t hesitate to press a finger fully inside, sliding quickly in and out, rubbing the gel around Q’s rim before quickly pushing with two fingers this time. Q bucks back on the fingers, riding the digits as much as James’ grip in his hair allows, fucking himself. “Yes, yes,” He mumbles into the granite, fingers slipping across the surface as he tries to find somewhere to grip. If he stretches far enough, he can grip one side of the counter, which he does, so that he can get more leverage. 

More scissoring and twisting, then suddenly James’ s gloved cock is pressing in at his entrance. Q sucks in his breath and releases it explosively, relaxing as he does. James takes it as the invitation it is, and slides in on one smooth glide. 

“God, yes… This.” Q hisses and rotates his hips as much as the position afford him. “I’ve missed this.” 

James bends over to chuckle in Q’s ear, nipping any flesh he can get near his mouth, “Me too, darling. Me too.” 

He stands upright starling quickly, one hand clenching into Q’s side so Q can’t move and inch, cock still impaling him. And then he just stays still.

Q whines and tries to wiggle, rolling his forehead back and forth against granite countertop. He can feel James’ cock twitch inside him. Can feel how James suppresses a thrust into a small hitch. “James, please! Please, James. Don’t make me wait. Please!”

After another moment, James sighs and releases his unrelenting grip, slipping both hands around and down Q’s flat back, gun calluses rubbing just right against all that flushed skin. “Okay, Kitten. Shh-shh. Okay, darling. Here we go.” He takes the wings of Q’s hip bones into both hands so that he can’t slam them into the edges of the counters and begins to thrust, swift and purposeful, changing the angle bit by bit until it glances that spot inside. 

Q shouts; moans and tilts his hips just right so James can keep hitting that angle as he goes. Perfect. “Perfect. James, please, James. Oh, I’m close. So close.” The last ends in a whine as Bond pulls Q back on the latest thrust to meet him, skin clapping at the impact before Bond grinds and there!

Q comes in a flash of white behind his closed eyelids, fingers and ass spasming as he rides his release in a way that triggers James’ as well. They stay there and breathe for a moment before Q reaches for his glasses. 

His hands find something else - metallic but warm to the touch. He opens his eyes in surprise and makes a sound in the back of his throat. “Is this my beretta?”

James shifts more of his own weight back onto his own feet, slipping gently out of Q’s clenching heat. “I believe it’s considered my beretta,” He speaks evenly as he removes and disposes of his condom. 

Q ignores his quip and steamrolls on, “What is my beretta doing in your kitchen when it should be back in the equipment locker?” He turns around to lean against the counter, beretta in hand aimed in the air as he brings it closer to his face, the better to examine the scratched sides. “Any why does my beretta look like it’s been scraped down the roadside?” His eyes cut up in James’ direction in ire when James just chuckles. 

“I accidentally left it in my back holster. I put it down on the counter before my trousers slipped down my legs.”

“I hope you realize I don’t believe that for a moment. And that still doesn’t explain this damage.” Q glares. 

James retrieves Q’s glasses and gently slips them on Q’s face as he takes the gun back. “Why don’t I tell you over dinner?”

#ooq fic #00Q #00q fanfiction #james bond #quartermaster

[thereadersmuse]

Where Bond was concerned, he was irrevocably and wholly tainted. 

*Also posted on ff.net.

#ooq #james bond x q #james bond #q #james bond fanfiction #wing fic #religious themes #not my image #angels and demons #soulmates

[thatsuittho]

December fic roundup

I wrote some 00Q, wanted to get better at writing 00q00 and then I fell into an Alec-shaped hole without meaning to and I’ve been sorting these AUs out and they grew so much that I guess I’m writing Variations of Alec Trevelyan for a few months. (These are my biggest efforts yet, so someone help me I’m not equipped for this lol.)

MI6 Cafe Prompt Fills:

the food fairy fiasco -  Q-branch has a mysterious benefactor that leaves baked goods without a trace. Bond gets jealous. 00Q

Pull of you | holiday, interrupted - (Q-centric urban fantasy AU) Q's yacht explodes while on holiday in the Celtic Sea. In the subsequent weeks, while the police investigate the cause of the bombing, he searches for his mysterious savior. Thanks to @darkjediqueen for the alpha read and @angel-n-darkness for providing me with a logical perpetrator. (Updated weekly)

A very good team II - Spies doing spy stuff (Background 00Q00)

Explicit sex:

Four, two, six, twelve - (Warning A/B/O dynamics; consensual sex)  Futurefic set after Attention. Bond is drugged and abducted mid-mission. He wakes up to find the quartermaster incapacitated and R urging him back to London. OOQ

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Variations of Alec Trevelyan

Pretender!Alec, inspired by The Pretender (ultimately civilian!James/Alec, worldbuilding stage):

ficlet 1, age 6 | ficlet 2, age 20-23 | ficlet 3, age 15 |

In an alternate universe, double-O agent Olivia Mansfield, 38, returns to MI6 with six-year-old Alec Trevelyan after betraying his parents to the Russian troika. MI6 realizes Alec is a Pretender, a genius with the ability ‘to become anyone he wants to be’, and spends the next twelve years training him to be the perfect undercover agent.  (This one is wikipedia’s fault for implying MI6 looked after Alec after his father committed murder-suicide. Poor wording got the creative juices flowing.)

Legends!Alec, spoiler-filled crossover between TNT:Legends S1 and Craig!Bond movies (past James/Alec, current multiple pairings, plotted and rough draft in progress): 

WIP Wednesday snippets can be found under this tag: legends!alec 

The year is 2014 and Martin Odum is on the run. In London, Q and James discover everyone in MI6 has been lied to for over a decade. Alec Trevelyan, going by the name Martin, is alive and well, if a little shell-shocked by recent events. Together, the three men must deal with the ramifications of Martin’s situation and uncover who is willing to kill to ensure Martin never remembers his past.

#espritneo writes #fic roundup #craig!bond #q #00q #mi6 cafe challenge #attention verse #the pretender #pretender!alec #alec trevelyan #006 #007 #james bond #quartermaster #legends!alec #tnt:legends #martin odum #sean bean

[uswe]

Apropos of my recent OOQ kick

Chiomi: *watching Teen Wolf* This episode makes me want to reread Play It Again.

Tristan: What DOESN'T make you want to reread Play It Again?

Chiomi: Bond movies.

#play it again #is such a good fic #chiomi's problematic conversations #metisket #moirallegiance at its finest #fic rec #ooq #teen wolf