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Summary : your husband just needs a little something for good luck before his championship match
Contents : swearing , EGO SCOTT, public sex , P IN V UNPROTECTED, dirty talk , quickie , Scott is WHIPPED. mentions of fighting and blood ,Scott just loves his wife okay.
I AM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU.
Word count : over 1.4k
Sorry for the spam at the moment I’m off work and bored !!!
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MDNI
Proud of Scott was an understatement. Your husband had put so much work into where he is now. All the training. All the hours he put in but still made time for you. Tonight was the biggest night of his life. Well. Apart from your wedding night. But still. You knew how important this was.
You were in the vip section wearing a cute skirt and a shirt with his name on waiting for him to come out. He was due out in 10 minutes. Then your phone is frantically buzzing.
You raise an eyebrow and pull it out , the contact name brings up Scott and you answer it quickly putting the phone to your ear.
"Hey what's up baby?" You ask sweetly and he sounds desperate. Needy almost.
"Uh.. can you come in the changing rooms please.. I .. need to see you super fast" He huffs out and you were a little confused.
"Baby I can't come back there.." you sigh and he huffs gently. "Course you are. The security guards know who you are, other dude is in a different room... need to see my wife. Please?" He blurts out and you sigh.
"Okay.. see you in a minute baby" He thanks you rapidly before you hang up and start walking to the changing rooms with the vip pass around your neck. Of course just like Scott said they smile at you and step aside letting you walk in.
You walked down the hall and into a room opening the door. And there he was. Your husband built like a fucking tank. Shirtless and his muscles bulging.
A soft fabric wrapped around his hands.
"Oh good you're here!" He grins grabbing your face and kissing you desperately gently pushing you against the lockers. You kiss back before pulling away.
"Are you okay? Are you worried Scott?" You raise an eyebrow worried and he lets out a playful scoff.
"About what? Losing? Oh baby you're cute. I just wanted to see my wife before I fuckin win.. need that extra luck." He holds your waist as he pushes his hips against you. You can feel how hard he is rutting his erection against you.
"Luck? Is that what we're calling it now miller?" You raise an eyebrow at him. He wasn't slick at all. But still your arms slung around his neck and stood on your tiptoes. He over a foot and a half taller than you so he grins scooping you up holding you up against the wall. He drops his shorts letting his hard dick spring out and looks at you again.
"Tomato tomata! Let me love on my wife" He kisses you deeply again. This time his tongue sliding into your mouth , the mintyness lingering , you whine into his mouth kissing him back with the same energy hands gliding in his hair and wrapping your legs around him. He reaches down with his other hand pushing your skirt up and pushing the thong aside with his oozing tip and sinking into your wet pussy desperately all the way to your hilt.
"Oh fucking hell..oh you're perfect baby" He's still holding you with one arm fucking up into you and you moan softly eyes rolling back from the stretch alone.
"Fuck scott... you look so fucking good" You whine feeling him pick a brutal fast pace hips smacking against yours as he fucks you against the lockers.
"Look at you. Wearing a fuckin shirt with my name on it. My number one fan arent ya? Huh? Fucking your husband before he's gonna win?" He groans nipping at your neck and pulling back to look at you.
"Yes! You're gonna win Scott. Gonna be the champion!" You whine clamping around his dick feeling him deep in your walls and his tip hitting your spot making your eyes roll back.
He groans louder hips relentlessly fucking up harder.
"Yeah ? Am I your fuckin champion ?" He kisses you again reaching a hand down to rub your clit grinning as you whine into his mouth.
"My champion Scott.. gonna win.." He drops his hand from your clit to wrap both arms around you fucking you deeper and jackhammering into your pussy and kissing you more harshly. And you were loving every second of it.
His arms were tight around you. He could break you in half if he really tried. The banging of the lockers echoed loudly and luckily music was playing loudly in the main arena.
"Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum.. can I cum inside you? Wanna stuff you with my fucking cum. Want you in that front row full of it." He was hammering into your dripping pussy like his life depends on it.
Like his title depends on it.
You nod reaching your own high screeching loudly and clamping around him soaking his dick. He lets out a whimpered groan his dick coming undone and leaking his thick warm cum into your unprotected pussy. He grunts rutting load after load deeper into you.
You were definitely going to the pharmacy in the morning.
"Shit... thank you baby" He pulls out and kisses you softly lowering you to the ground onto your feet and fixes your thong. He tucks himself away and you smile at him lovingly.
He pulls on his boxing gloves and holds them out for you to kiss. This was traditional and not up for debate.
You giggle gently pressing a kiss to each of his gloves and peck his lips. He pats your ass with one of them.
"Go on. Get out there. I'll see you in a minute baby!"
You nod walking towards the door. But not before turning back around to look at him.
"Good luck baby!" You beam and he crosses his arms.
"I don't need it. I have a wife" Oh how he fucking loved you.
You made your way back out to the arena front row right in front of the ring , your pussy warm and stuffed with his cum. So when they made the announcements he came out onto stage blowing a huge kiss to you before the match began.
It terrified you to your core watching him fight. At the same time it was a crazy adrenaline rush. The fight began and you watched your husband plummeting punches into the other guy. Blood spluttering everywhere, he dodged a few punches and took a few making his lip bust.
He wasn't giving up. He was going to fucking win for you. His wife.
Scott had already won two rounds.
His punches and jabs are more frequent as he grunts manoeuvring around the ring. The other guy didn't stand a chance getting hit everywhere. The sickening cracks fill the room. Scott throw an uppercut punch straight into the guys chin sending him flying and hitting the ground.
The referee counts to three before the final bell rings and the crowd erupt into cheers. You had tears rolling down your face. He doesn't even bother accepting the belt at first he leans over the ring gesturing you to come over.
The security lead you over and help you into the ring. The crowd cheers louder and he kisses you deeply in front of everyone before grabbing the belt and passing it to you.
He kneels down slightly scooping you up so you're perched on his thick bicep and he chuckles. "Show it off baby..go on" You thrust the belt into the air and the crowd is screaming and cheering. He thrusts his other fist into the air. He looks up. But Scott isn't looking at the belt.. or the crowd. He's looking at you.
“YOUR NEW BOXING CHAMPION ! SCOTT MILLER!” The announcer yells. He helps you down onto the ground before going over to Shake the other guys hand gracefully. He was humble like that. Mostly.
He chuckles pulling you back into his side and kissing the top of your head leading you off the ring helping you out. He’s guiding you back to the changing room but shaking people’s hand as he’s walking down. He finally leans over to whisper in your ear.
“So how does it feel to fuck a champion baby?” He grins slinging the belt over his shoulder with pride.
“You always were a champion in my eyes Scott.” You beam at him sweetly and the grin on his face gets even bigger dragging you back into the changing room. You could still feel his cum oozing inside you
“And that sweetheart is exactly why I married you!”
Wait your recent post about Scott replying “👍” to messages.. can you please write a fic where reader sends Scott a picture of herself in a pretty dress and gets all upset and insecure because he just sends a thumbs up ☹️
a/n: omg this is so good and so sad
you always missed scott like crazy while he was out doing fieldwork. the signal was always bad in rural oklahoma so he was barely able to call.
it’s your friends birthday so you get all dolled up, finally wearing the new dress you bought (with scott’s money ofc). you snap a pic and send it to him, making sure you got your face in it as well. you miss his attention, his validation and compliments when he’s out working. the only thing keeping you sane is that he’ll be back soon to shower you in affection.
scott : 👍
you see his reply in the uber to the bar, instantly making your stomach feel sick. did he not like you anymore? does he think your ugly? is that all the effort he’s giving?
the rest of the night is spent sat in the corner of a booth, pretending to be happy with your friends. when in reality, all you felt was insecure.
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Summary : You have a crappy job , Scott just wants the best for his best girl
Contents: Swearing, dry humping , P IN V unprotected, pull out method , mentions of pregnancy . Kitchen counter , Scott has a strange way of being supportive, spanking , pussy kisses, cum play, slight degrading , sofa !! Food play…
WORD COUNT 1.6k
I got really carried away with this one…
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MDNI
The one thing about Scott was you were his priority. He would tell everyone else it's his job. He loves being a meteorologist but in reality? It's you. You. Work. You.
He hated your job. He hates how miserable it makes you. How crappy you were treated. Heck he loved that you made money. But you were worth so much more.
He knew that. You knew that. You were way too sweet and stubborn to do anything about it.
You were in the kitchen chopping some strawberries, the sweet smell lingering in the air, when you could hear the door open and close followed by the clanking of the keys in the bowl and boots being kicked off.
Two arms wrap around your waist and you can smell the rain and his spearmint gum. You spin around and he wastes no time leaning in for a kiss , A soft giggle leaving your lips as you cup his face and stand on your tiptoes , the taste of his spearmint gum lingering as he slowly glides his tongue against yours pushing you against the counter before pulling away.
"There's my fuckin girl!" He grins snapping and chewing on his gum. He looks at how you're wearing a sweet plaid short dress and grins.
"Did you have a good day at work honey?" You always lit up around him. And he did the same for you which was ironic because he was a prick to everyone. You grab a strawberry taking a bite. His eyes don't leave your mouth.
"Always a good day baby , what about you, people been nice to my girl or do I gotta start a fucking riot?" He chuckles lightly mostly joking. But he's serious. He walks over to get himself a glass of water.
"Uhmm... a few rude people, Boss was being a dick. He wants to cut my hours." You shrug and he turns to you his jaw clenching. The gum chewing slowed and he reached over spitting his gum into the bin taking a gulp of his water and placing the glass down on the counter.
He comes over popping a strawberry into his mouth and scooping you up by your waist and placing you on the counter standing between your legs. The smell of the rain and his cologne lingered strongly.
"Baby you know I'm real fuckin proud of you n all..but why do you stay at that shitty job! Just leave ..." He sighs his hands bracing either side of you on the counter.
"I can't" You frown softly and he tilts his head again.
“Why the fuck not baby?” His hand was rubbing your thigh gently.
“How am gonna pay rent !I need a job to pay rent and” He puts a finger over your lips tutting softly.
“Now what the fuck do I keep saying.. you don’t have to pay rent. That’s what I’m here for. My money is fucking yours.”
“But Scott!” You whine and he makes an “ah ah!” Noise. “Now repeat what I said.” He lifts his hand brushing his thumb across your lower lip. He pushes his hips further between your legs. He was getting disgustingly hard over the idea of providing for you. You weren’t any better. The way he was talking to caused a warm sensation between your legs.
“Your money is mine..” You repeat looking at him watching his grin grow further.
“Say it again..” He grabs at your thighs rocking you against his hard clothed dick making you gasp softly.
“Your money is mine Scott..” The second it leaves your mouth a second time he slams his lips against yours , the intoxicating taste of spearmint gum and strawberries lingers as he drags his tongue Against yours essentially dry humping you against the kitchen counter. You whine into his mouth and he chuckles pulling away.
“My girls getting wet because her man can fucking provide.” You desperately shove your shorts down and another proud chuckle leaves his mouth.
“Fuckin desperate for it!” He unbuckles his belt shoving his cargo pants down along with his boxers , his dick semi hard and he carefully pushes your legs apart , your skirt hiking up, pushing into your dripping wet pussy making you bite your lip slowly.
“You’re a mess baby..” He slowly ruts his hips and you feel his dick grow even harder inside you making you clench your eyes shut.
“Feel that? That’s because I’m thinking about my girl staying at home while I bring money home for her to fucking ruin.” You gasp wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.
“Feels so good” You coo softly and he chuckles leaning in to kiss you as he grabs your ass pulling you closer so he can fuck his hips deeper into you , every time he slams his hips into you , your head hits the cabinet making you shriek into his mouth, he reaches one hand up cupping the back of your head to stop your head from bashing it.
“Sorry honey..” He grins against your lips his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass leaving marks as he fucks you harder. His dick rutting deeply into your wet gummy walls. But your head kept bashing against the cabinet. He lifts you up without pulling out carrying you to the front room.
He pulls out and bends you over the sofa making your ass arch up beautifully. He slams back into your dripping aching pussy making you gasp louder from the angle alone.
He grabs your hips and starts a deep pace making you feel him deep in your stomach.
“Do you hate your job baby?” He coos not easing up with the thrusts, in fact he made sure he was fucking you deep into the sofa.
“Y..yeah” You whimpered reduced to a mess in no time bent over a fucking sofa your skirt hiked all up way up.
“So quit. Let me look after you” He coos slapping your ass. You moan louder.
“I mean it baby.. if my girl wants to stay at home all day. She can fucking stay at home all day!” Another smack as he pulls your hands behind your back as leverage slamming deeper than before. Your eyes rolled back and you were making the most pornographic noises ever. He was absolutely relentless.
“If my girl wants to keep her job. Fine. If my girl wants to stay home and make cookies or watch shitty documentaries. She can” A harsher smack on your ass and you were leaking all the way down your legs and whining , tears rolling.
“Wanna come home to my pretty wife after a long day of work..” He was groaning loudly and reached his hand over to yank your hair back slightly.
“Baby I’m not your wife yet.” You just about managed to spit the words out. A deep chuckle fills the room and his voice is taunting yet sweet.
“I’m working on it baby, you gonna be a big girl and quit your fucking job?” He coos and lets go of your hair pulls your head back slightly.
“You wanna be Mrs miller, my pretty fucking house wife huh?” His thrusts become punishing and you whimper and whine around him. It’s utterly destroying him.
“Mhmm” Is all you can spit out and he’s chuckling all smug. “You wanna be a mum? Is that what you want. I’ll make you a mum.. I’ll make you one right fucking now. Get your belly all fucking swollen.” He groans louder and you weren’t lasting any longer.
Of course he wasn’t going to get you pregnant. Not right now anyway. He reaches over to rub at your clit in fast deep circles.
“Whatever my slutty baby wants. I’ll fucking provide. Want you to burn a fucking hole in my Wallet. Make my pockets fucking hurt.” You sob outa head going fuzzy as you can feel your impending orgasm.
“Scott I’m-“ You whimper.
“Let go for me baby .. I’ll pull out” He coos and you sob out shaking from the angle as you cum hard on his dick. The sensation almost made him lose control but as he promised he pulls out spluttering hot ropes of cum onto your ass groaning loudly.
“Holy shit baby!” He groans louder and you gasp catching your breath. He stands back for a second before walking into the kitchen to grab a strawberry and comes back dragging it along your back dragging the cum.
He traces his initials into the cum making it stand out on your ass before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your overstimulated pussy. You let out a sob and he coos pulling his own pants on.
“Whatever my baby wants.” He coos cleaning you and helping you put the shorts on fixing your dress and sits you up placing the cum covered strawberry into your mouth.
He pulls you into his side kissing the top of your head.
“I’m proud of you whatever you wanna do honey.. I just wanna make sure my girl is well looked after” He strokes your back sweetly.
“I know I know.. I’ll quit… it’s a bad job” you nod at him and he grins more.
“Atta girl.. there’s better opportunities out there.”
“I could work from home…” You smile at him suggesting the idea and he feels like he’s won this one.
“You know what.. that works for us both honey..still .. you better burn a hole in my wallet. He smiles pecking your lips softly.
“If I must…. Okay fine.” You huff softly curling into his side and he smiles even more.
“Do you wanna get takeaway?” He coos again.
“Are you paying?” You playfully taunt him back.
“ATTA GIRL! She’s learning”
HI. SLUTTY SCOTT IS BACK. THIS WAS NASTY
I got carried away 🤗🤗but I would happily quit my job for this man
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cock is truly a beautiful thing. the scent, the taste. I love cock. cock is god’s gift to man. there is never a day that passes where I do not salivate at the mere mention of his cock, tasting it, licking it, sucking it. I want cock everything.
I'm acting like a Victorian man seeing ankles for the first time. Please don't tease me like this. (And hear my slutty little brain out, Gunn. Yes, even the groin cut.)
Can we please get more possessive Scott? I love the way you write him!
omg thank u!!! this is for u anon🩷
possessive!scott who always keeps spare painkillers in his truck because you once complained about a headache. carries a charger because your phone is always dying.
possessive!scott who introduces you to people as “his girl” before you can even get your name out.
possessive!scott who’s very good at making things sound reasonable. you’ll call him out for being controlling.
he’ll immediately just say “i’m worried about you.”
and suddenly you’re questioning yourself.
possessive!scott who’s terrible at taking breaks. he’ll be sitting at the little motel desk at 1:37am, baseball cap backwards, staring at weather models like his life depends on it. you’ll wake up and find the bed empty.
eventually you stop asking him to come to bed. instead you just drag your blanket off the mattress and wrap yourself around him from behind. arms around his shoulders, face pressed against his back.
he sighs dramatically, “baby.”
five minutes later he’s still working one-handed because he refuses to make you let go.
think we can all agree possessive!scot just equals bf!scott because it’s just his personality
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The low hum of the bar faded into the background as he guided you toward the pool table in the back corner. Dim lights cast a golden glow over the green felt, and the clack of balls from other tables seemed distant now. "Here," he murmured, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his black button-down earlier, exposing strong forearms corded with muscle and faint veins that flexed as he picked up a cue. The fabric strained slightly over his shoulders, and you tried not to stare.
You gripped the cue awkwardly, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he stood behind you. “I’ve never been good at this.”
“That’s why I’m teaching you, sweetheart.” His chest brushed your back as he leaned in, one hand settling lightly on your hip to adjust your stance. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of your dress. “Bend forward a little more.” You did, feeling the cool edge of the table against your hips. He stepped in fully then, his body molding against yours from behind in one fluid motion. Tall, solid, and far too warm.
“Like this,” he whispered. His breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver racing down your spine. You could smell his cologne; something dark and woody that made your head feel fuzzy. His fingers slid down your arm, wrapping around your hand on the cue to correct your grip. His thumb stroked once along the side of your wrist, almost absentmindedly, but the way your breath hitched told him everything.
“Eyes on the cue ball,” he continued, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Not the pocket yet. You need to feel the angle first.” His other hand moved to your shoulder, pressing you gently into the proper form. You were caged between his arms now, trapped in the most delicious way possible. Every small shift of his body against yours sent sparks through you, the hard plane of his chest, the subtle flex of his thighs behind yours.
You tried to focus on the shot, but all you could think about was how perfectly he fit against you, how his breath kept teasing your neck with every instruction, warm and ragged like he was fighting the same tension you were. “Relax,” he said huskily, his mouth hovering just below your ear. “You’re too tense. Let me help.”
He adjusted your elbow, his fingers lingering far longer than necessary, tracing down to your wrist again. When you finally took the shot, the cue ball struck with a sharp crack, but you barely noticed where it went. All you registered was the way his grip tightened on your hip as he praised you softly. “There you go, baby, you're a natural.”
The words hit low in your stomach. You straightened up slowly, turning in the small space he allowed you. His eyes were dark, locked on your lips for a beat too long before flicking back up. “Again?” he asked, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk that promised much more than another lesson.
You swallowed hard, pulse racing. “Yeah… I think I need a lot more practice.”
a/n: i saw a video on tiktok about this and had to write it lol
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