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I was casually scrolling TikTok and I see that I made it onto someone's Bob Floyd TBR. It really was just a jump scare, I didn't think I would have made it off of this side of Tumblr I've found myself in. (I added the video link for anyone who wants to see it)
Crush
Owen Taylor x reader
summary: Owen is your dad's best friend, has been closer to your family more than you'd like. You have always had a crush on him, of course he never corresponded it. You had moved away for college until one summer you visited your hometown to celebrate the 4th of July with your family.
Warnings: Nsfw, Mndi, Age gap, denial of feelings at first, kind of slow burn, sneaking out to hook up, p in v, cheating, getting caught, no use of y/n.
Wc: 2k
a/n: I know i shouldn't write about him, but I can't help it, he is too hot
credits to the person who made the Gif.
Owen has been part of your family for a long time. I mean he was your dad's best friend. He didn't had the chance to see you grow up since he moved to puerto rico for a few years. When he came back you were older but that was the last time you saw him until you moved out to another state for college.
This year you decided to see your family for the 4th of July, they were going to do a family BBQ and probably invite some neighbors or friends. You had only seen Owen by pictures your dad send you, when they went fishing or doing stuff your dad liked.
You knew he was married, you have never seen his wife in person just by comments your mom made about how "cute" they were together.
You arrived directly at your house, your mom was really excited to see you, this was the first time she had seen you. You were now 21. She hugged you and explained how now the whole neighborhood was so united. That meant there was going to be a lot of people. You just smiled and asked where you could place your bags, she explained how your old room was now a storeroom. That meant you didn't have were to stay this night.
"Honey you can stay in the couch if you'd like, there's plenty of space where you can sleep."
"Don't worry Mom, I can stay at a hotel. By the way, were is dad?" You grabbed your bags to take them to your car.
It kind of pissed you that she didn't even try to make you stay here to sleep, but you didn't think to it much, you never had a good relationship with her.
"I think your dad is with Owen, they were going to buy some stuff for later."
You just nodded with a small smile and went outside to place your bags in the car, they were so heavy you didn't understand why if it was just clothes for two days, but well you also carried your hair dryer and bunch of stuff you didn't really needed to bring.
You heard a truck park behind you, it was probably your dad.
"Honey! My beautiful baby girl." Yeah, it was your dad. You turned around with a big smile, he runed to hug you. "How have you been? How is school?" He bombarded you with tons of questions.
"I'm fine, and school, you know the same stuff, college is college." You just smiled, you were actually really happy to see your dad, he was never mean to you and defended you whenever your mom got a little too crazy.
"Are you going to stay with us? Your mom moved your stuff out, I'm so sorry I told her not to but you know how she is."
"Uhm, no, actually I was going to book a room in a hotel, it will be just two days, you don't have to worry. I didn't want to annoy you and mom."
"What, no, no, let me just." He called Owen out, he was moving some stuff in the back of the truck, you didn't even saw him at first.
He walked towards where you were. You didn't know if he was walking in slow motion or your head was just making it up. He looked better than the pictures you dad send you a hundred times better.
"Hey man, could you do me a favor? My baby girl is staying here for a few days, but i don't want here to stay at an hotel. Do you have any empty room at your house? I mean if you don't mind."
You got really nervous, why would he ask him that? you never even had a proper conversation with him. "Dad, no, I don't want to bother anyone."
Owen just smiled. "I don't mind, I do have a guest room, she can stay there, let me just tell my wife, I don't think she would mind, also I leave next door so she's going to be very close to your house." He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "You know what, let me ask here right now." He walked a few meters away makings the call.
You stared at your dad in disbelief. "What the hell dad, I don't even know who his wife is, also I have never had a proper conversation with him."
"Well, you are not going to talk to him, you're just going to stay for a few days in his house, also he is a good man and his wife is lovely. "
Owen walked towards you both. "She said yes, she can stay with us." He looked at your dad fist and the locked eyes with you, making you nervous. What was wrong with you, he was a married man.
"I knew it, he is going to take care of you sweetheart. Also, whatever you want we are next-door."
"I swear I'm going to take such good care of her, you don't have to worry, she is in good hands."
Your dad just patted him in the shoulder leaving you now alone.
"Give me your bags, I can carry them." He winked at you. You obeyed him handing him the bags.
"Are you sure? I can carry them by my own." You clumsily tried to talk.
"Nah, don't worry. Follow me, we can leave them in your room." He walked towards the house. They said it was next-door but you didn't expect it to be that close it was literally a few yards away from your house.
You entered his house, it smelled like cinnamon, his wife was probably baking something. It felt cozy. He walked towards the hallway, there it was a small room with a queen size bed and a mirror Infront of the bed. He placed your bags in a small chair that was next to the bed.
"Your house is really pretty." You doubted yourself what to say for a few seconds.
"Thanks, make yourself at home, if you need anything let me know. Uh and the bathroom is in front or your room."
"Are you sure it is fine if I stay here? I don't want to bother you and your wife, I can still book a room in a hotel."
"You are not bothering no one. I am glad you are here, your dad talks a lot about you. I know you're a good girl." He locked eyes with you traveling now to your body. He bit his lip in a loose smile that send electric waves to your body. You were not able to say anything, you have never been this nervous.
A door opened, his wife was home, at the sound you instinctively walking towards your bag. He got out of the room.
You stayed in the room for a few minutes not knowing if to go out and say hi to his wife, but maybe it would be kind of awkward now. Why did he have to be so hot you thought to yourself. You encourage yourself to go out, it would be rude not to greet her.
You walked out of the room trying to look for her. And there she was unpacking the grocery bags. "H-hi" you said in a trembling voice. Why the hell you were this nervous.
She looked towards to you "Oh hey, how are you? You like the room?" She was actually really sweet.
You felt relieved. "I'm good, yeah, yes, it is pretty, your house is really beautiful." You smiled.
"Oh, thanks sweetheart. If you need anything please let me know."
Everyone was surprisingly really nice. Your dad told you Owen and her wife fought a lot because she was really mean. He was just probably exaggerating.
"Do you need help with something?"
"Actually, yes, could you give this to your mom." She handed you a pie.
You took it and went to your house. You felt bad because for a moment you thought of Owen in a sinful way, a married man, you had to remember to yourself that, he was married. You brushed your thoughts away, no, you could not fuck this up.
You placed the pie inside the fridge. People were now showing up if was getting dark outside.
You were wearing a long sleeve shirt with some low-rise jeans, you didn't know if it was the best outfit to wear to a fourth of July party but there you were, and you felt comfortable on those clothes.
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Everyone was now gathered together in your house, you didn't even know you had that many neighbors, but they seemed nice.
Owen was sitting next to your dad, probably talking about something related to the church. You walked towards your mom who was sitting next to your dad.
"Oh honey, i was actually looking for you, could you go buy some disposable plates, we just ran out of them." If there wasn't that many people you would have complained about why you. But for your luck Owen spoke.
"I think i have some in my house, she could help me look for them."
"Oh yes please, honey go with him."
You waited for him to stand up, following him to his house. The walk was silent, you felt the thick air in your lungs. He opened the door slowly letting you enter the house first.
"So, were can i start looking for them?" you broke the silence.
"I think we store them in the kitchen." He said with a deep voice.
You laughed a little. "You think?" You started looking for them opening the kitchen cabinets.
You felt a hot breath behind you "They are up there." He stretched his arm behind you brushing your shoulder. He opened the door. You could feel yourself get wet at the slight touch of him, it was absurd how he made you feel without even touching you directly.
He pulled the plates out of the cabinet. You turned around facing him, your bodies were almost pressing themselves, you could feel his breathing on you.
You both stared at each other in the eye for a few seconds. He placed the plates behind you in the counter.
"Can... can i kiss you?" He asked doubtful.
"Please" Your words came out almost in a whisper.
His hands reached the back of your head pulling you into a deep kiss. You opened your mouth letting him slide his tongue into your mouth playing and tasting every inch it.
He pulled back leaving a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. "No, fuck, we shouldn't be doing this, I'm too old for you. You should be doing this with boys your age." he shook his head.
"But I want you, I don't want anyone else, I want you." You did not know what possessed you to say that stuff but you were only saying the truth.
He didn't need more words to crash his lips into yours, picking you up and placing you in the kitchen counter. His hands squeezed your hips traveling to your back. You placed your arms around his neck pulling him closer. "Can I touch you?"
"Do whatever you want with me" You pulled him closer. His hands traveled inside your shirt playing with your breast. Your legs now wrapped against him, you could feel his hard throbbing cock against his jeans. Your hand slowly started stroking him against the fabric. He groaned against your mouth. "Owen, please fuck me." He didn't hesitate pulling your jeans off leaving you in your thong. He admired your wetness for a few seconds until his hand started touching you. You threw your head back, his large thick fingers rubbing against your cunt. "You are so fucking wet, So wet just for me?" You nodded.
His fingers pulled the fabric to the side. He spited into two of fingers and slid them into your cunt with slow movements that made your back arch in pleasure, you left small moans out of mouth. With a few more pounds he moved his fingers to his mouth tasting you. You thought you were going to cum just for looking at him do that. "You taste so fucking sweet baby." He said with a deeper voice.
He unbuckled his belt throwing it to the ground. The sound of the metal hitting the floor made your head spin. He unzipped his jeans revealing his hard thick cock. It was perfect, long with veins. You felt your mouth water just by looking at it.
"Open up baby."
You obey him, opening your legs. He got closer, pulling your thong off leaving you now completely exposed. He slid into you first rubbing his tip into your clit and then into your entrance, without a warning he buried himself deeply into you making you both moan out loud. He pounded himself slowly squeezing your ass. You kissed his neck in loose motions.
His rhythm fastened quickly making you squeeze him. "You are so fucking thigh, fuck." He groaned.
"O-Owen, fuck, I'm going to cum." You cried into his lips.
"Hold it baby, you can take more." He pounded faster rubbing your clith with his dumb.
Tears runed down your cheeks with lose moans. He pulled your hair exposing your neck, biting and sucking it probably leaving marks.
He felt himself get closer, groaning he pounded faster and harder. You couldn't hold more it was too much. "F-fuck, owen I'm going to-" Your orgasm arrived like a thunder, you moaned his name almost in a scream tightening him making him loose it. He pulled out cumming all over your belly cursing in a groan, he stroke himself a few more times until he completely painted you. He kissed you deeply a few more times until you heard a door open.
Fuck.
The fear in your eyes was visible, he panicked but there was nothing much to do.
"Owen what the fuck!" You heard a female voice, it was his wife.
Thinking of you
You and bob have been platonic, until one day you catch him touching himself to a picture of you.
warning: Nsfw, MDI, Male masturbation, sort of voyeurism, use of y/n (just once).
Wc: 411
You thought it was a good idea to sneak to his room to scare him. What you did not expect was seeing him get out of the shower only in his boxers, with a pronounced erection. You were hiding in the closet.
You panicked not knowing if to get out or wait till he went out of the room.
He sat on his bed throwing his head slightly to the headboard. Moving himself next to the drawer beside his bed opening it looking for something. And there it was, a picture of you both on the beach where you wore that bikini that you doubt yourself multiple times if to wear it because it was too revealing.
He looked at it for a few second until his hand traveled to his boxers sliding his hand inside of them, stroking himself making sweet whines that came out of his lips.
You never thought of him in that way, you never felt that he was attracted to you, but this was different it sent shivers to your body. You stayed still covering your mouth.
He pulled his clothes off leaving himself now completely naked. You could see now his length, His perfect body. The moonlight highlighting his washboard abs. He stroked himself faster whining and moaning your name in loose words.
You could see his eyes light up a little, He was almost there, he was going to cum. If you didn´t care about how weird it was that you were hiding inside his closet you would go out to help him.
He pounded himself a few more times until he spilled all over his abs with a loud moan cursing in nonsense words. He stood there for a few seconds, head thrown back with his eyes shut.
Someone nocked on the door.
-Fuck. - He cursed to himself.
You heard a female voice, it was Yelena.
-Bob, are you awake? We can't find Y/n, remember we were supposed to give her a gift for the thing that Valentina said. -
He panicked cleaning himself with some tissues. -Oh y-yeah, I'm coming, no, what, no, I-I'll go out gimme a minute. - He stood up fast getting dressed desperately.
You panicked knowing you were in the closet, he needed clothes, fuck, he was going to open the door.
For your luck he grabbed some pants and hoodie that he had lying on a chair. He quickly got out of the room now leaving you complete alone.
Shawty fell in love now she doin' all my drugs
idk lil peep possessed me last night
warnings: nsfw, mdi, just porn with no plot, use of substance, unprotected oral sex. language too i guess.
I'm kind of proud of the smut i wrote.
Credits to the person who made the gif.
The whole afternoon you spent it all bored in your apartment. So, you decided to go drink something at the bar that was two blocks away from your apartment,
You arrived and there was no that many people, just old people playing pool and smoking. You sat at the bar, there was a guy probably by your age, but you didn't give it importance, you ordered something to drink.
-Good choice. - You heard a voice besides you.
-Sorry? -
-Your drink is a good choice, i usually order that, I like strong drinks. I like the feeling. - He stared at you with a side smile.
You just smiled for a few seconds, looking at him. He was really handsome, just what you needed in this boring ass week.
-I like strong stuff. -
He tilted his head still holding that half smile.
-Wanna do something stronger? - He discreetly slipped out a small bag of white powder. - Would you like to do some lines in the bathroom? -
Your mind betrayed you, you were supposed to be clean, 3 months of hell in rehab were going to be thrown away just for a few hours of fun with a complete stranger.
A really fucking hot stranger... Who cares. -Fuck yeah. - You cringed out of the way your words slipped out of your mouth, but it was now or never.
He took you by the hand and walked towards the small bathroom, it was the perfect size for two people.
-I'm going to be honest, you are really atractive, could we like... make out also, if you don't want is okay, i understand we can keep doing what we were going to do. -He acted more shyly here than when you were outside, now it was just the two of you locked in the same place. You both have never seen each other in your life, but this was different, you had something special, like a connection. You didn't know if it was the alcohol hitting on your body, but you felt confident, better than you ever felt with anyone else.
-First of all i wanna know first you am i making out with, I wanna know if I'm not just going to make out and do some lines with a psychopath. -
-Oh, yeah, I-I'm Robert. I swear I'm not a psycho-. -
-Nah. - You shake your head slightly.
-W-what? - He stood there confused.
-I don't really care, let's just make out. - You pushed him to the wall, pressing your lips deeply into his. He responded in the same way grabbing your waist with his big hands.
You both pulled out to get some air. -Want to do the lines now? I know a place where you can do one. - You smiled playfully.
-If it has to do anything with you, I'm so down. -
You pulled your jeans out slowly, throwing them away to the floor. He stood there in shock for a few seconds, taking a deep breath.
-Gimme the bag. I think you're going to love this. - He obey you immediately.
You lifted your leg and placed it on the top of a cabinet that was there. Opening the small bag and placing the powder in a small line on your leg.
-Want to do the honors? -
-I think I'm in love. - He got on his knees and admired for a few seconds your body. -You are so fucking perfect. - He got more confidently close to your leg leaning down slowly. He sniffed hard and fast. Throwing his head back with a small groan that send shivers to your body, you could feel yourself get wetter at the feeling of him close.
He waited for the feeling to get on his body. Getting up, hungrily devouring mouth again.
-Can- can i touch you? -
-You don't even have to ask. - You said desperately craving him in your body.
He kissed your neck with his hands now traveling through your body, squeezing and rubbing every inch of it.
-Wait, I wanna do one also. - You made yourself a line placing it on top of the cabinet, bending down to hit it. The feeling mixed with the ecstasy of him touching your body made your head spin in pleasure.
The lines didn't wait to make you both get high as the empire state. If someone saw you like this would probably laugh of how stupid you both looked not knowing where to start eating yourselves.
Your bodies pressed together like you were trying to merge into one. You could feel his boner grow harder, palpitating against his jeans. Making you hungrier.
You got on your knees looking at him deeply in the eyes never breaking eye contact. He played with your hair clumsily.
You take out his belt slowly, throwing it to the ground. Now taking your hand to his zipper springing free his hard leaking cock, admiring his length looking at his veins perfect arc.
Your hands started stoking him slowly making him whine in pleasure, he could feel himself cum just for the feeling of your hands on him. With your tongue you started drawing circles on his tip, never stopping stroking him.
-S-shit I I'm not going to last much with you doing - He couldn't even finish the sentence, the last words coming out in a desperate groan.
You didn't wait much to take him deeply, sucking him till your eyes started to water. Pounding him deeply like your life depended on it.
-F-fuck. - He whimpered messily.
You didn't even care if anyone listened to you. The filthy sound surrounding the room made your pussy wetter.
He only needed a few more pounds to start shaking. -B-baby I-I'm going to cum, fuck, can- can i cum in your face? -
You just smiled. Now stroking him harder and faster. -Cum baby, cum all over my pretty face. -
He didn't need more words to spill his hot mess on you with a loud groan shooting you in the face. You waited to the last drop to suck him for the last time, tasting him.
You got up proudly kissing him making him taste himself on your lips.
-I want to fuck you so bad. -
-I want you to, baby, do you have any condoms? -
-Fuck no, i don't, what can we do? - He tilted his head.
-Let's go to my apartment. -
Takeoff Darling
Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader
He’s flown a hundred times—but never with his heart in the passenger seat.
Bob’s Masterlist
The airfield always smelled the same in the mornings.
Oil and sun-warmed metal, a little dust carried in from the road, and that sharp tang of fuel that clung to the back of the throat if you stood too close for too long. It settled into everything—into the wooden posts of the hangar, into the cuffs of shirts, into skin.
Bob didn’t seem to mind.
He stood beside the plane with his sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, a rag in one hand as he wiped along the wing in slow, careful strokes. The metal caught the early light, pale gold reflecting against his glasses as he leaned in to check for streaks.
He liked things done right.
Even if nobody was looking.
Especially then.
He paused, stepping back just slightly to look over his work—and that was when he heard it.
The faint crunch of gravel.
Bob froze.
Just for a second.
Then he turned.
And there you were.
You always looked like you belonged somewhere softer than this place.
The airfield was all noise and grit and sun, and you—well.
You were something else entirely.
Your dress caught the breeze first, the fabric shifting gently around your legs as you walked closer, heels careful against the uneven ground. Soft curls framed your face, not a strand out of place, and Bob suddenly became very aware of the grease on his hands.
“Oh—” He cleared his throat quickly, straightening up so fast he nearly dropped the rag. “Mornin’, miss.”
He said it like he always did.
Polite. Careful.
Like the word mattered.
“Morning, Bob,” you answered, smiling in that easy way that made something in his chest go tight.
He nodded once. Then again.
Too many times.
“Yes, ma’am. I—uh—didn’t expect—” He stopped himself, pressing his lips together as if he could catch the rest of the sentence before it embarrassed him further.
You tilted your head just slightly. “Didn’t expect me?”
“No!” It came out too quick.
He winced.
“I mean—yes—I mean, I just—” He let out a quiet breath, gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before he tried again. “It’s real nice to see you.”
There it was.
Simple.
Honest.
Your smile softened.
“Well,” you said, stepping a little closer, “I was hoping you’d be here.”
Bob’s grip tightened around the rag.
He swallowed.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said again, softer this time.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The wind moved through the open hangar, carrying the distant hum of another engine somewhere far off. A loose piece of tin rattled faintly against the roof, and Bob became suddenly, acutely aware of everything—except how to stand normally.
You glanced toward the plane.
“It’s yours?” you asked.
Bob followed your gaze, nodding quickly. “Yes, ma’am. Well—she’s not much, but she flies steady.”
“I think she’s beautiful.”
He looked at you then.
Really looked.
And something about the way you said it—like you meant it—made his chest feel too full.
“Y’think so?” he asked quietly.
“I know so.”
That did it.
Bob had to look away.
He cleared his throat again, folding the rag once, twice, buying himself a second before he spoke.
“Well,” he started, then hesitated.
You waited.
He shifted his weight.
“If—uh—if you’ve got the time,” he said carefully, “I could take you up.”
Silence.
Not long.
Just long enough for his stomach to drop a little.
Then—
“I’d like that.”
Bob blinked.
“Yeah?”
You nodded.
“I would.”
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, something small and relieved slipping into his expression before he quickly tucked it away again.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, already moving toward the plane. “I’ll just—make sure everything’s set.”
He worked faster now, but not sloppier.
Never sloppy.
Still careful. Still precise. Just with a quiet urgency under it now, like something inside him had been set gently alight.
You watched him.
The way he checked each gauge twice.
The way he adjusted things that didn’t seem to need adjusting.
The way he kept glancing over at you when he thought you weren’t looking.
And then—
He wiped his hands on the rag.
Thoroughly.
Like it mattered.
Like you mattered.
When he came back around, he hesitated just a fraction before reaching for you.
Not grabbing.
Not rushing.
Just offering.
“Careful, miss,” he said softly. “Step’s a little high.”
You placed your hand in his.
His breath caught.
Just for a second.
But he steadied you all the same.
Gentle.
Certain.
Like he’d hold on as long as you needed him to.
—
The engine roared to life beneath you, louder than anything on the ground had been.
The whole plane seemed to hum with it.
Bob adjusted his headset, voice coming through a little crackled as he glanced over.
“You alright?”
You nodded, smiling.
“I’m alright.”
He studied you for a moment longer than necessary.
Then nodded once.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The plane began to move.
Faster.
Faster.
Until the ground wasn’t the ground anymore.
Until the air took you.
And suddenly—
You were flying.
—
It was quieter up there.
Not in sound—but in feeling.
The world stretched out beneath you in soft greens and golds, fields folding into one another, roads like thin ribbons cutting through it all. The sun sat higher now, warm and steady, spilling light across everything it touched.
Bob kept one hand steady on the controls.
The other rested nearby, fingers twitching now and then like he wasn’t sure where to put them.
He looked ahead.
Then—
At you.
Then back again.
Then at you.
It happened so often it became almost a rhythm.
You noticed.
Of course you did.
“You’re not watching where we’re going,” you said lightly.
Bob stiffened.
“I am,” he said quickly. “I mean—I was—”
You smiled, turning toward him fully now.
“You keep looking at me.”
Silence.
His ears went red.
“I—” He swallowed. “I didn’t mean—”
“I don’t mind.”
That stopped him.
Completely.
He looked at you then—really looked—and something in his expression shifted. Softer. Quieter. Like he’d been holding something back and wasn’t quite strong enough to anymore.
“You don’t?” he asked.
“No.”
Another pause.
The plane hummed steadily around you.
The sky stretched on forever.
Bob exhaled slowly, something nervous but warm settling into his shoulders.
“Alright,” he said.
And this time—
When he looked at you—
He didn’t look away so fast.
—
By the time you landed, the sun had dipped lower, painting everything in that same soft gold it had started with.
Bob climbed out first.
Then turned.
And hesitated.
Just briefly—
Before wiping his hands again.
Carefully.
He reached up to help you down.
“Watch your step, miss.”
You took his hand.
Again.
And this time—
He held it just a second longer than necessary.
—
Neither of you moved right away.
The world felt slower somehow.
Quieter.
Like it had softened just for the two of you.
“That was…” you started.
Bob waited.
You smiled.
“Perfect.”
His throat tightened.
“I’m glad,” he said.
And he meant it.
More than he knew how to explain.
You lingered.
So did he.
And then—
“Oh,” Bob said suddenly, like he’d just remembered something.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small folded piece of paper.
“I—uh—meant to give you this.”
You took it carefully, unfolding it.
The paper was worn at the creases, like he’d folded and unfolded it more than once.
Your eyes scanned the neat, careful handwriting.
Miss— I’m not much good with sayin’ things out loud, so I figured I’d try it this way. I was real glad you came today. I kept lookin’ over at you more than I ought to’ve. I hope you didn’t mind. —Bob
Your breath caught—soft, quiet.
You looked up.
He was already watching you.
Nervous.
Hopeful.
Like he was bracing for something.
“I didn’t mind,” you said gently.
Bob swallowed.
Nodded once.
And before he could lose his nerve—
Before he could talk himself out of it—
He leaned in.
Just slightly.
Pressing the softest kiss to your cheek.
Gone almost as soon as it happened.
But warm.
Real.
Lingering.
Bob stepped back immediately, clearing his throat.
“I’ll—uh—see you around, miss.”
But he didn’t leave.
Not really.
He stayed right there—
Looking at you like you were something he’d never quite seen before.
And maybe—
Never would again.
Unless you came back.
And something told him—
You would.
Sweet Little Omega
Pairing: Alpha!Miles Miller x Omega!Reader
Summary: All Miles can think of in his rut is to be owned and knotted by you, his precious "alpha".
Warnings: SMUT, ABO dynamics, subby!Miles, unprotected p in v, knotting, hyperspermia, bondage, nipple play, Miles and Reader are mated, light aftercare, light mention of Miles's past, i got sappy at the end, no plot at all
Word Count: 1.1k
Note: My last request from my celebration!!! Woohoo I'm finally done with it! RIP to the one Jordan request, I'm sorry anon i tried but had no inspiration for that one. Based on this request here!
Masterlists
🐂Part of my 500 Follower Celebration🐂
Miles lies underneath you, muscles straining against the ropes you used to tie his wrists and ankles to the bed just moments before his rut hit him at full force. Pale legs try to kick out of instinct, arms struggling as he tries to reach for you, to hold and embrace your body as you sit in his lap, pussy stuffed full of his cock. You were nice this morning, only teasing him for a little when you smelled the stench of an alpha in rut before you sank completely down onto him, but that relief Miles was gone when you wouldn’t “knot” him.
I’ve been on Tumblr for a little over seven years, and it has been an incredible experience. Different fandoms, different people, and so many memories that I’ll always carry with me.
I’m sorry to say that, after giving it a lot of thought over the past few months, I won’t be able to continue updating my fics. I simply don’t have as much free time anymore, as work has taken up a large part of it and I’ve taken on new responsibilities.
A huge hug to all of you, and thank you for being here. To those who arrived and stayed, thank you so much for reading and supporting me.
Con cariño, lalalalalew.
P.S. Todd Stevens is mine. Ahhhh, se creannnn. Just kidding.
Golden Fracture
Key: Smut ⚡️, Fluff ☀️, Angst ✨
Oneshots
Threads of Memory
Something Soft ☀️
