A Picture is Worth... Meme.

[yohko]

A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.
<a href="http://IMAGEURL" _fcksavedurl="http://IMAGEURL">TRIGGER WARNING GOES HERE</a>
Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
<img src="IMAGE URL" _fcksavedurl="IMAGE URL"width="400"><br />

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

Original Meme here.

Comments

[discretionary]

[ it's very hard not to hesitate in this case, brows furrowing against the blindfold, tongue flicking out against the curve of the muzzle. many had artistically compared the taste of blood to metal, but there's nothing like what he tastes now; it's cold and sharp of something he knows but can't place and as he tilts forward to draw the tip of it into his mouth, his tongue presses against the underside like he would anyone's cock. the weight is strange and his lips close around it but he doesn't suck, no, he just ducks forward to take more in and then draws back, a mock of what he'd much rather be doing. ]

[hasard]

[q feels his heart jump to his throat, swallowing hard and watching the expanse of bond's neck shift as he sticks out his tongue and mouths around the muzzle. but when he pulls away q frowns (not that he would see it anyway) and sharply moves the barrel against his jaw, turning his face to the side as if in punishment to scold him.]

I don't believe I told you to stop.

[before bond can respond it's back against his lips again, pushing in further as if fucking his mouth in earnest, a mockery of what q would rather be doing just as much.]

[discretionary]

[ the noise he makes at first is disgruntled, mouth violated in a way he'd never had done before and it would be q to give him a first. the barrel is unrelenting and he relaxes his jaw to keep his teeth from clattering against the metal of it, a hand rising quickly (even despite telling himself he wouldn't touch him without being told to) to brace against q's thigh, fingers pressing up the length of it, grasping firm.

of all the things james bond could be thinking about, he thinks now about the wiry muscle beneath his hand and how different it felt from what he was used to, the thick thighs of men larger than him, dominating him because they knew that too. if he were stupid, he'd think q was compensating in the other direction but he knows better. this isn't a pissing match (though frequently their behavior skirts on the edges of prideful behavior), this is simply who they are. a man capable of dominating and a man capable of submitting, willingly.

the noise he makes now is encouraging, wanting. a throaty, deep moan but not for the gun in his mouth. ]