#no but ive been thinking abt this all day at work yesterday

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : cat hybrid!reader, cockwarming

⟢ maybe you're poison to me .ᐟ

steve’s attention is split, his focus on his task while his needy kitten of a partner clings to him like her life depends on it. you’re straddling his thigh, grinding slightly, your heated whimpers muffled against his shoulder. your hands clutch at his hoodie, tail flicking erratically, portraying your desperation.

"baby..." steve sighs, glancing down at you with a mix of sympathy and amusement. "you’re really testing my patience right now. i can’t concentrate like this."

your response is a soft whine, fluffy ears flattened in embarrassment. "can’t help it, steve," you whisper, squirming. "i just need you so bad."

he sets his things aside, finally giving you his full attention, though there's a flicker of mischief in his eyes. "you’re so cute when you're like this," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your flushed cheek. "but you know i can't drop everything just because you're feeling needy, right?"

you look up at him with big, pleading eyes, your lip caught between your teeth, and steve groans under his breath. "you’re not going to let me get anything done until i do something, are you?"

a small shake of your head is all it takes for his resolve to crumble. with a low chuckle, he pulls you closer, shifting you onto his lap. "alright then. let’s see if i can take the edge off for you."

his hands settle on your hips, guiding you to grind slowly against his thigh. the friction draws soft, breathy moans from your lips, and the sight of you unraveling in his arms is almost enough to make him lose his composure. almost.

"you like that?" he asks, his voice a low purr as his fingers trail up your sides, teasing the sensitive spots just below your ribs. "is this what you needed?"

your nod is frantic, claws lightly digging into his shoulders as you rock against him. but it's not enough- your need for him goes far deeper, and he knows it. still, he lets you chase that temporary relief for a moment longer, enjoying the way your body responds to his touch.

"you’re so impatient," he teases, his lips brushing against your ear as one hand slides down to stroke the base of your tail. the motion earns him a sharp gasp, your back arching against him. "so sensitive... i could play with you like this all day."

but the longer it goes on, the harder it becomes for steve to maintain control. your soft cries, the way you press against him, your intoxicating scent- all of it stirs something deep within him. he exhales shakily, his hands gripping your hips to still your movements.

"alright, enough teasing," he murmurs, his tone darkening. "if i don't give you what you need right now, i think we'll both lose our minds."

with that, he shifts you fully onto his lap, guiding you to straddle him, his hands firm yet gentle. the teasing might have been fun, but now, he's fully committed to making sure you feel everything you’ve been aching for.

"look at me, baby," he said softly, his voice a mix of warmth and command. you obeyed instantly, your wide, teary eyes meeting his. the vulnerability in your gaze nearly undid him, but he kept his composure, brushing his thumb gently over your bottom lip.

"you’ve been so good for me," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as his hands slid to your waist. "so patient. let me take care of you now."

your breath hitched as he adjusted you on his lap, guiding your knees to rest on either side of him. the proximity was electric, your body pressed against his as he leaned back slightly, letting his hands roam over your hips and thighs.

"you’re shaking," he observed, his tone soft but teasing. "you want this that badly, huh?"

"steve, please..." you whimpered, voice barely a whisper, your tail curling around his wrist in a silent plea.

"alright," he said, his lips curving into a small smile. "i’ve got you, baby. just relax."

one hand remained on your hip, holding you steady, while the other moved to guide himself against your heat. the contact made you both gasp, your body instinctively pressing closer, seeking more. but steve was in control now, and he wasn't going to rush this moment.

"easy," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "nice and slow."

with deliberate care, he guided you down, your body stretching to take him inch by inch. the intensity of the sensation made you cling to him, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as you started purring uncontrollably. he exhaled deeply, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep himself in check, his grip on your hips firm but gentle.

"that’s it," he whispered, his voice rougher now, his forehead resting against yours. "you’re doing so good, baby. just like that."

when you were finally seated fully on him, your body trembling from the overwhelming sensation, steve wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. his hands roamed soothingly over your back, grounding you in his embrace.

"how does that feel?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur as he pressed soft kisses along your jaw.

"good," you whispered shakily, your breath warm against his neck. "so full, steve."

he chuckled softly, the sound laced with affection and desire. "yeah? you like being like this, don't you? sitting on me, feeling every inch of me..."

you nodded, your tail curling around his wrist again as you buried your face in his neck, your voice muffled. "feels so perfect…”

he shifted slightly, drawing a quiet gasp from you, and his hands tightened on your hips. "stay still for me, baby," he murmured, his tone a mixture of tenderness and command. "just stay like this for a while, okay? let me feel you."

as you adjusted to the fullness, your soft whimpers and the heat of your body pressed against him made his restraint waver. but steve’s focus remained on you- your comfort, your pleasure. he stroked your back soothingly, his lips finding your ear as he whispered, "i’ll take care of you. you’re mine, baby. always."

and with that he returns to his work, or at least tries to, your quiet purring feeling like white noise. earning soft whimpers and moans from you every now and then when he adjusts or just lightly thrusts up into your heat to tease you.

[jrueships]

im going into my new work tomorrow, first time ever😐

[palms-upturned]

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[akascow]

the fact i can stay up for over 24 hrs while already running on less than 10 hrs of sleep before that and still have yet to be a normal about of tired is both surprising and FUCKING ANNOYING

[indiegame]

body let me sleep pls

[lacomandante]

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[phagodyke]

another morning another free bus journey..

[kingtankgirl]

i know i say rhis constantly but wow i am so at my breaking point

[zemnarihah]

btw i think i may be attempting to enter into a long distance relationship w erik.

[intertexts-moving]

goodmorbing^__^

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[angelstrawbabie420]

this feels so insanely weird

[sixofkaz]

Girl i think your husband is kinda shitty. He doesn't care about your feelings

nah he's not like that all the time. he's actually v sweet and caring. he's just so goddamn STUBBORN and the frustration usually ends up coming out in the tags of tumblr posts haha

[milkolya]

i am so deeply sad :) and it just wont go away

[moonstruckme]

happy new year lovie!!!! i feel bad for requesting this bc just thinking ab the volume of ur inbox is a little overwhelming and ive gone a bit overboard 😭

but..... bodyguard!james finds out his mum is quite sick right before his shift one day and leaves to take care of her after letting reader know. he has to take the week off and reader is visiting and bringing them their favorite homecooked meals everyday (which she has memorised bc, bless him, james loves to talk abt his mum) and james is LOVEEESTRUCK. she's there, bright and early every morning (with a different bodyguard bc god forbid she leaves the house with no protection right in front of james' own two eyes!!!) with muffins and flowers and bags of food in hand :( james is enamored and so sweet on her!!!!! and reader is obsessing over how vulnerable and emotionally in tune james is at a time like this!!!!! i'm thinking maybe confessions are getting pretty hard to hold back by the end of the week ☹️🩷

thank you! (if you do decide to write this or if you dont for letting me ramble on in your asks x)

Don't feel bad my love! Thank you for requesting :)

cw: sick family member

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

No matter how many times James has visited home throughout his adult life, he always manages to discover something he’s forgotten about living there. Like how particular his mum is about the way the dish towel is folded, or which drawer the scissors are kept in, or the ungodly amount of door-to-door salesmen that come by on a daily basis. 

Lately, he’s being plagued by the last. He recalls them being vaguely annoying when he was younger, but James’ family is currently going through a difficult time that leaves one with somewhat frayed nerves. He very nearly snapped at a particularly tenacious primary school student selling chocolate yesterday. Not one of his finer moments. 

So when the doorbell rings while his mum is trying to sleep down the hall, James has to make an effort to reel his wrath back in before he’s even answered it. 

Funnily enough, any negative emotion completely evaporates when he sees you on the front steps. 

“Hi,” you say, looking apprehensive. 

“Hi,” James echoes. He opens the door the rest of the way, nodding to the fill-in guard you’ve brought with you. “Hey, Singh.”

Singh nods in return. 

“I hope it’s alright that I just came by.” You give him a sheepish sort of smile. “I didn’t even realize I don’t have your phone number until now. You’re always just…there.” 

James laughs, the mood that’s descended over him since getting the call about his mum lifting slightly. “Yeah, I suppose I am. What brings you out, sweetheart?” 

You hoist the bags you’re carrying a bit higher in your arms. “I brought some stuff for you and your mom, if that’s okay.” 

A tiny hand fists around his heart, squeezing pleasantly. “Course it is,” he all but coos. “Come on in. Singh, you alright to stay here and keep watch?” 

Luckily, the other man doesn’t think to remember that James is currently on leave, and so defers to him with a curt nod. James shoots him a smile as you come inside, closing the door behind you. 

“They put Singh on day shift?” he asks, taking one of the bags from you and leading you into the kitchen. “He’s barely finished training.” 

“He seems fine,” you say in your good-natured way. 

“He took you to a location that’s never been reconned without even bringing another guard to post outside.” 

“It’s your mom’s house, Jamie.” The smile is evident in your voice, sweeter even than the smell wafting out of these bags. God, he’s missed you. “I doubt he suspects either of you are going to try and hurt me.” 

“He should be prepared for the possibility,” James says, but he can’t manage to work any menace into his tone even to tease you. You tilt your head at him, mouth curving up to one side like you’re well acquainted with his particular brand of silliness, and he lets his grievances go instantly. “You didn’t have to bring us anything, angel face.” 

You flush a bit at the endearment, directing a soft smile down at his family’s old wooden table (which is great, because now James is in the position of being jealous of a table). “I wanted to do something,” you reply simply. “How’s your mom?” 

“She’s alright.” Not great. Not worse, which is always good. If the only thing he accomplishes in a day is that she doesn’t get worse, James can feel good about that. “She’s sleeping in this morning.” 

“Oh, shit.” Your voice drops to a hush like the breeze blowing through leaves. “I haven’t woken her, have I?” 

James grins. “No, you’re good. She can sleep through anything.” 

You lose a breath. “Right, well I brought some meals to last you a few days,” you say, digging some containers out of the bag. “It can all be heated up whenever you’re ready to eat, and—oh, also some flowers. I know it’s stupid, but I thought they might brighten things up for you two.” James doesn’t think it’s stupid at all, but you go on before he can tell you so. “Can I put these in your freezer? I brought some muffins for this morning too, if you want them.” 

“Yeah,” James says, the word leaving him on a breath. “I mean, yeah to both. Thank you.” He grabs several of the containers as well, showing you to the freezer. You both start cramming them in between things, wherever they’ll fit. He takes note of the food as it goes in, a heady warmth growing in his chest. “Did you make all of this?” 

You hum in brisk affirmation. “I had plenty of time on my hands yesterday. Turns out things are pretty boring without you around.” 

“How’d you know what to make? This is all—these are our favorites.” 

You turn to him, a tenderhearted sort of smile curving your lips. “You talk about your mom a lot, Jamie,” you say. “I know all her favorites by now. And the things she’d make that were your favorites, too.” 

James hadn’t realized he’d spent so much time rambling about his mum. It hurts his chest a bit to think of it now, worse to think that you’d been listening so intently. 

“This is only really enough to get you through a few days,” you go on, oblivious to his yearning, “but I figured I’d come back with more if you’re both alright with it.” You look at him as you pack the last of the food away, your gaze careful. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.” 

“You could never intrude.” James isn’t sure how he gets the words out, his heart ballooning until it’s nearly cutting off his airflow. The cool air breezing onto one side of his face stops, and he realizes you’ve shut the freezer. “This is just…so, so kind of you. I don’t know what to say.” 

“James.” Your voice is soft. Your smile has faded, and now you look at him with an unabashed, steady kindness. “You don’t have to say anything. I can’t stand the thought of you and your mom going through this. I wanted to help, somehow.” One of your shoulders comes up in a sheepish half-shrug. “Even if it’s really small.” 

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you hesitate only a second before bringing your arms around him too. You squeeze him tight. James lets himself relish the feel of it, lovelorn. “It’s not small,” he says fervently. “It really…it means a lot, sweetheart.” 

You only squeeze tighter in response. When he lets you go, your gaze is sad. Worried. You ask without prelude, “Are you doing okay?” 

James gives you a half-smile. The truth of it. “Yeah, we’re alright over here. It’s hard to see her like this, but I think everything’s going to be okay.” You nod, solemn in your understanding. “Sounds like I might be doing better than you, actually, if your company’s bad enough that you’re entertaining yourself in the kitchen all day.” 

You crack a smile at that, and James’ heart lightens. “Yeah, Singh’s no you. He doesn’t seem to like to chat.” 

“Ahh, so that’s why you’ve really come out here, yeah? You just missed me.” 

“You’ve caught me.” 

It’s said like a joke, but James’ pride inflates foolishly nonetheless. “I hate that I can’t be there,” he says. “Especially now that I know they’ve put Singh on my shift.” 

“He’s not so bad,” you laugh, heading towards the table. You fold up the bags. “Anyway, it’s more important that you’re here. And I’ll be back in a couple days to restock you.” 

James fixes you with a look as you start for the door. “You really don’t have to.” 

“I’m going to,” you say breezily. “Don’t forget to put the flowers in water, and the muffins are strawberry chocolate chip.” He grins. His mum’s favorite. “I’ll tell Singh you were raving about him.” 

“Oh, please do.” He rolls his eyes, feeling lighter than he has in days. “Thanks, angel.” 

You shoot him a smile worthy of the moniker as you go out the door. “See you in a couple days, Jamie.”