becca

military miller! who instinctively scans every room he walks into. you notice it on your third date, how his back is always to the wall, eyes flicking toward exits before he even sits down.

military miller! gives you his number after the third date, informing you on the restricted access he has on it.

“promise i won’t be ignoring you sweetheart, they’re real strict with phones.”

military miller! who sends you “good morning” texts at 5:30am because that’s when he’s already been awake for over an hour.

military miller! who calls you every day, 6pm sharp. he sits on the phone, listening to you yap about your day. he’s brief when talking about his.

military miller! whose calls are always exactly fifteen minutes because someone eventually yells that time’s up.

every conversation ends the same way.

“i love..”

then the line cuts.

military miller! who carries a tiny photo of you tucked inside his wallet behind his military ID as soon as you become official.

military miller! who finally introduces you to javi after months of hearing stories.

javi immediately laughs, “so you’re the girl.”

“what does that mean?”

scott sighs.

javi grins, “he never shuts up about you.”

military miller! who is impossibly patient teaching you how to shoot at the range.

“don’t fight the recoil.”

“i’m trying!”

he steps behind you, one hand gently adjusting your stance, the other guiding your grip.

“there you go.”

military miller! who apologizes before deployments, not because he’s leaving, but because he knows he’s going to worry you.

military miller! who comes home after four months overseas and hesitates before knocking on your apartment door.

military miller! who melts the second you throw yourself into his arms.

his duffel bag hits the floor, his cap falls somewhere behind him, he doesn’t care.

you nearly knock him over.

“hi.”

neither of you lets go.

military miller! who fucks you so good that first night home. he starts off hard, rutting into you relentlessly, chasing that high. after a few rounds, he settles into slow, deep love making.

military miller! who has a massive breeding kink, not even bothering to buy condoms on his way home.

“fuck, gonna fill you up sweetheart, you want my baby?”

military miller! who’s already planning on proposing before his next deployment.

a/n: omg i haven’t been inspired to write in so long, but military scott has brought me back to life. dedicating this one to @chloluvsdilfs my girl!!! also sorry i know nothing about the us military. i’m not glorifying the military in any way (especially not the us military) just using it for aesthetic and fanfic purposes