One thing about having Scott had a boyfriend. He NEVER. raised his voice at you. Never ever been aggressive towards you. Heck. If he's ever angry about a phone call he'll go into another room. He knows you hate conflict and he doesn't wanna scare his baby girl. He knows you're sensitive about that sort of thing and that's fine !!

Until one day. He had come home from work with the most foul rain cloud of a mood he has ever felt, he spent hours on a chase and all the data had been fucking lost when the system went down. He genuinely didn't want to see you out of fear he would upset or scare you. But it was too late. When he entered the door there you were with your sunshine energy.

"Hi baby! How was-"  You beamed so excited to see him. But immediately shut down by. "Piss off. Not right now!"

You raise an eyebrow at him slightly more confused than anything. He went straight into the kitchen cracking open a beer with his teeth spitting the cap out.

"Wow.. okay... hello to you too grumpy!" You snort playfully at him following him to the kitchen to put your arms around him and he quickly detached them sipping on his beer. It stung slightly. Grabbing your hand he spits his gum into it , indicating you to put it in the bin. You grimaced throwing it away and wash your hands.

"Where's dinner?Don't call me fuckin grumpy!" You had then realised he wasn't joking around. He was in a really. Really bad mood.

"Oh! Uhm.. sorry I haven't made it yet.." You fidget with your hands looking at him softly. He chuckles taking a sip of his beer and pointing it at you.

"You haven't started dinner? What! Can a man not come home to fucking dinner on the table now?" He scoffs almost repulsed by you for once. Your heart started beating a little harder. Palms sweaty playing with the Locket Scott had gotten you. It had a photo of him inside. You kept it with you when he went on storm chases.

"Yes of course baby! I should've started it earlier I'm really sorry!" You tried so hard. So hard to be sweet to him and he should've walked away. He knew he was being mean to you. The one thing he shouldn't be. Not with how sensitive you are. But something forced him to stay. Like being mean to you made him feel better. He couldn't stop.

"Can you stop being a fucking ray of sunshine for two minutes! I'm not in the mood for your shit right now!" He snaps at you quickly becoming meaner and it was causing an ache in the pit of your stomach. You had done nothing wrong.

"I'm not doing anything baby.. did something happen at work!" You place a hand on his arm and he yanks his arm away like your touch scolded him.

"Did something happen?? Is that some sort of fucking joke?" He scoffs at you. Even he knew he was getting mean. You shook your head rapidly at him eyes stinging almost.

"How about. We spent. Four fucking hours. Chasing after a stupid tornado! For us to lose all the data !" He points his beer at you his voice harsh spitting slightly as he talks. Your lip wobbles slightly but you bite it to stop it.

"I'm sorry baby.. it's not my fault!" You argue back slightly. And he slams his beer down.

"Sorry isn't gonna bring back my data. I didn't say it was your fault. Tone it down" He should walk away before he makes you cry. He never wants to see you cry. Nope.

Until you decide to open your mouth again.

"Maybe tomorrow will be a better day !" You beamed at him. Just trying to be supportive.

"Are you fucking stupid. Can you quit with the inspirational bullshit! I bring home the money ! I work my fucking ass off!! Do not tell me tomorrow will be a better day!" He suddenly screams at you walking towards you and shoving you back slightly. You yelped and he shoves you again.

"Come on. Nothing else to say? Good! Shut your fucking mouth woman!" And that was it. You started sobbing. Heart aching painfully and fat tears rolling down your face. Oh. Fuck.

He watched you cry. He stood there watching you cry. It hurt him more than it hurt you.

But he just couldn't help himself. It felt like taking candy from a baby.

"Stop being such a fucking pathetic cry baby." He scoffs grabbing your face and wiping your tears away harshly. It had only made you cry more. And that's when he had to walk away. Walk away from the damaged he's caused. You clamped a hand over your mouth sobbing and sliding down the wall now hugging your legs. Scott had gone outside slamming the door behind him. Your heart was hurting so much.

You had gotten up to start making dinner sniffling , hands shaking like crazy. A little while later the door ripped open and frantic footsteps were heard. Scott could smell food cooking. Oh. Fuck.

A small tap on your shoulder and you turn around. There he is. Stood with flowers, chocolate. A teddy bear anything he can possibly get his hands on. He frantically placed it all on the counter grabbing his wallet taking a thick wad of cash shoving it into your hands. He looked at you again. How your eyes were still puffy. How beautiful you looked in that white dress and locket he had gotten you.

You sniffled looking at him. "You didn't need to get me all this." He actually dropped to his knees in front of you holding your legs. "Baby I'm so sorry. I really am sorry. Please forgive me. I'm really sorry! You want more teddies ? More money? I'll take you on vacation. Please forgive me!" And there he was. A 6,4 meteorologist. Reduced to begging. On his knees.

"Scott... it's okay.. you had a bad day at work!” Hes rapid to shake his head standing up cupping your face making your heart thud all over again.

"It's not okay. No excuse in the world means I talk to my girl like that" He places a deep long smooch on your forehead.

You sniffle again and he grabs the teddy bear perching it on his shoulder playfully.

"Now I think.. he needs a name baby.. don't you?" He coos slightly and you giggle weakly wiping your eyes. "Stormy." You smiled so simply and he places the bear on the counter hugging you even tighter than before. Pressing kisses to your lips and all over your face.

"Perfect baby... I really am sorry .. never gonna yell at you again!"

There was a faint smell of smoke and burning filling the air. You gasp rapidly turning around. lip wobbling. Tears threatening to fall all over again.

He's quick to take the Pan off and turn the oven off pulling you in for a quick tight hug.

"Shh shh baby.. that was my fault for distracting you these things happen okay? You can cry. You can do anything you want sweetie. But for now let's just order takeaway .. let me take care of my girl!"

You sighed relaxing in his arms burying your head in his chest letting out little sniffles.

"That's it. Let it out big girl.. I've got you!" He kisses the top of your head again before leading you to the front room with stormy and sits you on the crouch kneeling in front of you.

“Look .. I’m gonna go put those flowers in a vase for you.. order takeout. And we can watch whatever you want for the whole night okay?”

“Thank you.. yes please” you coo sniffling and hold the teddy bear close.

“Good girl. You’re so welcome.”

Like I said. If there was one thing about Scott miller. He never yelled at you. And if he did ? You were about to be treated like royalty.

As your best friend, Scott had single handedly watched every single man you had tried to love ruin you. When he first met you, you were literally the biggest certified lover girl ever. But after every single man in your life destroyed you. He was there. There to hold you. There to reassure you. All while being utterly in love with you. He couldn't tell you.

Then he slowly watched you sabotage a relationship when it was actually good. The man was perfect for you. Treated you how a guy should! And you had ruined it. Letting your invasive mind corrupt something beautiful. You convinced Scott it was for the better. To cut it off and hurt him before he could hurt you. You weren't ready for that. But unfortunately for you. It spiralled from there.

You hardly looked at yourself how you used to. Once the confident bubbly person. Reduced to insecurities and self doubt.

It utterly broke Scott. Despite him being a man hard to shake or intimidate. Seeing his favourite girl in a bad place scared him way more than any tornado ever could. Oh how he spent hours upon hours telling you how beautiful you are. But it didn't work.

One night he had knocked on your door excited to take you to a bar. You huffed opening the door looking at Scott and a tiny smile grew on your face. But the light has left your eyes.

"Hey kid.. uhm.. I'm going to the bar with javi and Kate.. think you should come , they'd love to see you!" He grins and you shake your head at him about to close the door. He stops it with his foot.

"Kid... we miss you... I MISS you." He sighs and you look at the ground.

"You don't need me there okay?" You tried to close the door again and he pushed it open welcoming himself in and closing the door behind him, the smell of his strong cologne mixed with his spearmint gum his was chewing filled the room.

"Okay! I'm Gonna stay here. I don't feel like drinking anyway!" He grins crossing his arms and you shake your head rapidly at him. Heart racing.

"Go have fun Scott ! Please!" You had begged him. He ignored you sitting on your sofa making himself comfortable. You rolled your eyes knowing there was no way he was going to listen to you. With a soft huff you sit next to him and he smiles softly at you.

"I miss you .. a lot" his voice was surprisingly soft. A glint of something in his eyes. But it hurt. You don't know why. Or how. But it made your heart ache.

"I'm literally here Scott." A shake of his head. A snap of his gum.

"No you're not. I miss my girl. My confident bubbly girl... Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?" He glares at you in a loving way.

Oh. His words sent a jolt to your heart. It pained you harder. You knew he was in love with you. It was obvious. "You're biased because you're in love with me Scott. I'm not fucking stupid" You scoff at him and his eyes widen. Almost in panic. Was it really that obvious.

"It doesn't matter ! Yes I am! But you're still the most beautiful fucking girl In the world. I'd still love you regardless! You have got to listen to me. You are beautiful and worth so much" He threw his hands in the air. You didn't believe him. Despite him knowing you since you were both kids.  Not a single word that was coming out of his mouth sounded true. And it hurt you. Broke you to your very own fucking soul.

"Stop trying to fix me Scott! You cannot fix me! I'm not a project !" You snapped feeling like the whole world was crashing down on you.

He froze. Looking like you had broken his heart too. But not willing to accept defeat. Because that wasn't who he was. He cupped your face like you were the most precious thing he had ever encountered.

"I'm not trying to fix you. I'm trying to love you.  Just let me fucking love you"

He wiped a tear from your face.

"Please.. let me show you" He almost cooed.

And you look at him. The way his pupils were dilated looking at you. Quite literally the look of love. And just like that you leaned in to kiss him. At first he didn't react. Processing that YOU. KISSED. HIM. He kissed back. With such hunger , so much desperation. Hands moving to pull you onto his lap hugging you as he kisses you. It was a painful loving warmth that filled your body. His tongue dances with yours slowly. Normally he'd rush with a girl. Not with you. He was going to be so patient. Love every single inch of you.

A slight warmth grew between your legs , he could feel it through his pants. They were tenting fast and painfully. A sweet little whine slipping from your mouth and he carefully lifts you not breaking the kiss carrying you to your room in your apartment.

Gently he places you on your bed pulling away to look at you. "Look how beautiful you are baby.you wanna do this?" He coos leaning down to push some hair behind your ear.

You nod gently. Willing to trust him. Slowly you took your baggy shirt off leaving you in your underwear and he swears he could've fainted on the spot.

How utterly. Fucking. Beautiful you are.

He takes his own shoes off , his jeans and shirt leaving him in his boxers. Again he towers over you by crawling onto the bed , his hands gently rubbing your hips. Moving his fingers to trace your body like it was utterly art. He was taking his time with you.

"Can I take your bra off sweetie?" He coos and you nod looking at him. Heart racing and breath hitching. He slips off your bra and a groan spills as your breasts spill out. His hands gently cupping your breast squeezing them gently. He leans down pressing a kiss to both of them. Taking a nipple into his mouth making you gasp and arch your back off the bed. 

"Beautiful.. so so beautiful baby.." He gently pushes your stomach down pushing you back to the bed.

"Scott" You whined looking at him and he peppers kisses all over your body before coming back up to kiss you again peeling your underwear off.

"Yeah baby? You need me ?" He asks looking at you like heaven on earth. Again you nod and he slowly takes his boxers off letting his dick spring out. The tip already oozing with need. Like he has been waiting for years for this moment.

A slow gasp slipped from your lips and he towers over you dragging his tip along your aching folds.

"Look at me baby.. please" He tuts and you do. Locking your soft eyes with his. That's all it took to push into you burying himself all the way to your hilt making you groan, he mutters a "fuck" under his breath.

He cups your face as he starts moving his hips. Dragging his hard dick along your soaking wet walls.

"You are so so loved baby.. so beautiful to me." He coos his eyes not leaving yours once while he moves. Sweet little whines slipping from you and the tears started falling.

"Hey hey I got you .. none of that okay? So pretty. So perfect" He drags his hips deeper in you making your eyes roll and he's quick to kiss the tears away.“Need you Scott !” You sniffled looking at him and he nods kissing the top of your head. Your nose. Anywhere he possibly can.

“I know you do baby… I’m here. I’m not going. Gonna love every inch of you!” You swore you were crying even more. He fucks into you a little faster wiping them away with his thumb shushing you gently.

“Just let yourself go whenever sweetie.. this is all for you.. all for my girl let yourself feel the love!” His words had genuine sent you over the edge making you squeak and tighten around him. Soaking his dick.

He leans down kissing you deeply as he feels himself explode , his dick pulsing load after load inside you. Your heart was racing. Tears non stop falling. And it was all so utterly beautiful.

He pulls out slowly, pulls you into his arms not caring about the mess. Not caring about anything but you. “Was that okay baby? You okay?” He brushes your hair and tilts his head looking at you. You nod and he cups your face again pulling back slightly.

“I’m not trying to fix you baby.. never. I’m just here to love you. You’re not broken. You just need loving properly. The way you deserve” He pecks your lips before kissing away any last tears.

🕷️It’s not that he’s embarrassed by the fact he has thing for goths. Heck no. He finds them beautiful , a form of art even. He just thinks they don’t wanna be seen around the likes of him.

🌪️When Scott first met you at a bar . His instinct was to be a dick and the first thing that he said to you was “Halloween was months ago!” And he felt awful because his friends were laughing. You had heard it all before. But you could see the glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

🕷️ When his friends had disappeared he was actually shy around you. The Scott miller. Was actually shy. He didn’t know why. He was great at talking to women! He could have anyone he wants !

🌪️ He’s terrible at flirting with you. He only finds way to accidentally insult you which he’s super apologetic about surprisingly. He has in fact searched online “How to pull a goth girl?” He once made a joke begging you don’t “ghost him” which actually made you laugh.

🕷️He took you on a few dates , restaurants , thrift shops, he even found a cute horror cafe for you ! He refused to let you pay.

🌪️When he did finally pull you he couldn’t believe it despite you telling him he’s hot he refuses to accept it ! He was a little worried about what his friends would think AGAIN! not because he’s embarrassed to be seen with you. He’s not. He just knows people can be cruel. But nonetheless his friends love you, in fact they’re glad he’s settling down ! They always ask about you and new trinkets you’ve got.

🕷️He has you saved as “vampy” in his phone and calls you it frequently. It was a joke at first but it kind of stuck. If anyone else calls you it it’s not okay. He considers it disrespectful towards you and he’s happy he’s built a connection where you feel comfortable with him calling you that.

🌪️He’s not really a big cat person. But when he met your little black cat he fell in love again, got him a cute little bat accessory and a punky collar. It’s basically your child now I don’t make the rules.

🕷️The sex is insane. This man worships you. He’s so whipped he doesn’t even care. Kissing every inch. He loves doggy but missionary or cowgirl while you’re all dolled up ? LOVES IT. you’re so beautiful to him. Oh and don’t wear fishnets or pretty tights on date nights. They’re not staying intact.

🌪️He HAS called you mommy once in the bedroom (allegedly once) but he doesn’t ever mention it. Never to be mentioned again. Nope.

🕷️He loves your natural beauty of course!! Don’t worry!! But he’s happy to spend ages watching you apply your makeup , he’s so invested with how perfect you do it. “Fuckin look at you ! Perfect!”

🌪️He loves getting kisses from you before work. It’s routine. He has turned up to work with white smudges from your makeup or lipstick marks he does NOT care.

🕷️When he’s away on the road chasing storms he goes into every thrift shop or charity shop he can find to pick up pretty trinkets for you. And he loves when you give him trinkets too! It’s his lucky charm now.

🌪️Once when you were on a night out with friends a guy kept harassing you for what you were wearing and hurtling abuse at you. You called him and he was there within two minutes and punched the guy until he apologised to you and your friends. How dare someone make you feel uncomfortable for having a different style! He’s not scared of you, he doesn’t think you’re a freak. (Maybe in the sheets)

🌪️After long sessions of sex or just a long day in general he loves helping you take off your makeup or take your boots off , you’re his girl. “There’s my beautiful girl.”

🕷️HATES. arguing with you. Which is unusual because he gets into a lot of arguments with people and he normally wins. He doesn’t wanna argue with you because he worked so hard to break his walls down for you. He’s not going to make you feel uncomfortable around the one person who makes sure you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

🌪️If he does argue with you he’s grovelling like crazy. Buying you flowers. Offering to pay for new nails. Take you on a storm chase! That new corset you wanted? YOURS! . He doesn’t care. He’s so sorry !

🕷️You make him appreciate holidays more and he celebrates them with way more enthusiasm with friends and family, especially Halloween he’s willing to duo with you. Maybe even let you do his makeup (he said maybe don’t push it 💅)

🌪️On dates he’s always trying to match his outfit with you even slightly. You can have whatever music you want in the car! Heck he’ll even learn it for you so he can sing with you.

🕷️The point is. It’s sickening how down bad he is for you. He promised he would never get this way about anyone. But you’re the most loyal person he’s ever known. And my god he loves you.

So yes. Scott miller loves goths !

Well.. hello ! I am soooo bad at working through drafts and inboxes at the moment BUT I AM FINALLY OFF WORK:)) So watch this space !!

Anywhooo this idea came to me at a totally sane time! So enjoy and thank you for reading

@davidcoresnwet @just-aliyah @avastarred @mossmydarling @leigh02sblog @swancasi @soggywhore

Scott and you had been on and off for years.One minute he wants you so bad. Will treat you like the only girl in the world. The next he's saying he's not ready for a label. It's just fun. He would never in a blue moon admit that he loves you. Nope. Never.

You wouldn't dream of telling him.

Finally. He was back from his long ass trip chasing storms. It was something of a miracle to see him back. You made your way to the usual bar where he hung out with his crew. Javi flung over hugging you tightly."You look incredible! Oh it's good to see you!" He chuckles rubbing your back. Over his shoulder Scott winks at you clicking his tongue. He was incredibly handsome when he did that. But you wave and he clears his throat turning to order. Oh he was such a prick.

You made your way over to the bar and his arm discreetly sneaks around you pulling you ever so slightly closer. And then pulls his arm away. He wanted you near. End of. Because he was twisted like that.

"Hi miller!" You smile softly to which he nods at you his voice low as he sips his beer. "Hey kid , good to see you." He pats your back and sits with the others.

Really?? That's it? He's been away for weeks on end and that's it ? You roll your eyes when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. It was Tyler. He was one of the Wranglers. Scott HATED HIM. But that didn't stop you from hugging him tightly. His arms went around your waist lifting you off the ground slightly and you could feel Scott glaring at you. The smell of Tyler's Smoky aftershave fills the air and you sigh.

"You look fucking great! Let me buy you a drink!" He places you down rubbing your back making you slightly red in the face. "You don't have to do that!" But he insisted so you shrug telling him your order. Over your shoulder Scott is glaring and sipping his beer. His eyes dark not taking his eyes off you while Javi talks to him. If anything it caused a warm ache between your legs. There was something thrilling about Scott acting like this.

A little while later Tyler was still stood next to you , making you laugh over small things. Telling you about his chases. "I'm just saying! You would've loved it! , saved a kitten actually!" He grins and you gasp.

"OH ! That's so sweet Tyler! I'm glad to hear it!" You beam and still feel Scott giving daggers.

"Oh come on... it's the least I could do sweetheart,I'm a good man with a good heart what can I say!" He grins placing a hand on your shoulder sliding it down to your back . That was it. Miller was out of his seat walking over to you tugging you into his arms with one arm.

"Hey wanna get out of here?" You look at him. He wasn't drunk. Seemed way too pissed to be tipsy. You could smell it on him. Along with his strong cologne. Tyler scoffs slightly.

"Really man? Can't even talk to a girl without you getting involved?" A low chuckle leaves Scott's mouth.

"This one's mine Tyler. I'd advise you to back off!" Oh he had said it. It sounded so foreign coming from his lips. The ache between your legs grew and a small grin on your face.

"Your place?" You raise an eyebrow at him and he nods his thumb grazing your hip.

"Of course, I'm sober enough to drive!" He was so smug about it. He knew he's won this battle. It's sickening.

The drive back was quiet. The anticipation for what to come almost made you dizzy. But you had a lot to ask this man. The thing about his apartment was he never took girls there. You were the only one who had been taken back. That counts for something right?

He gets out the van helping you out and leading you to his apartment unlocking the door; it was always tidy. Strangely cozy for someone with his personality. Walls grazed with meteorology posters. The rare one of his family. Trophies on a bookshelf filled with weather books. A big grey sofa in front of a big tv. You can hear him chewing his gum kicking his shoes off.

"So. Tyler owens huh?" He snorts crossing his arms sitting on the sofa spreading his legs. You roll your eyes at him.

"He was being nice Scott , not everyone wants to fuck me you know?" You slowly stand between his legs and he reaches out to pull you on his lap.

"Good. Don't want anyone to fuck you but me!" He grins pulling you impossibly closer dragging you against his hardening dick.

"You're impossible. You can't just choose when you wanna fucking commit Scott!" He fake pouts hiding a smug grin.

"Come on baby.. don't be like that.. give me a kiss?" He coos rubbing gentle patterns on your hips. A soft huff leaving your mouth and you lean down to kiss him slowly. He's already smiling against your mouth.

Before too long his tongue was already slipping against yours grunting slightly. Your hips slowly rocking against the tent in his pants. His musky strong scent filling the air.

"That's it baby.. you're right where you fucking belong.. missed you on the road"   He pulls away tilting his head and you sigh dropping to your knees in front the sofa. He puts his hands behind his neck watching.

Your hands unbuckle his belt pulling his pants down and he lifts his hips to help you.

"Did you miss me? Or miss fucking me Miller?" You tut softly taking his hard dick out pressing a kiss to the oozing pink tip. He's big. About 8 inches and cut , the veins bulged angrily.

"A gentleman never tells baby..." He gently pushes his hips up so his dick shoves into your mouth further. You slowly bob your head , swirling your tongue along his underside wrapping one hand around.

This time you pull off slapping his tip on your tongue before taking him back deeper into your mouth  making him groan and throw his head back further into his hands.

You wrapped both hands around working in tandem with the pace of your mouth. Wet slurping noises filled his apartment and he reaches a hand out tugging at your hair to pull you further down on his dick almost making you gag.

"I think you'd look good pregnant with my kid" He grins randomly causing you to actually choke on his dick spluttering and eyes watering. He pulls your hair pulling you off his dick. Cum and spit dragging along.

"Scott what the fuck! You cannot say that shit when your dick is in my mouth! What the fuck is wrong with you?" You scoff and he strokes his own dick slowly.

"You told me to commit. I'm thinking of commitment! Come on! You'd look good , belly swollen because I fucked you that good !" You roll your eyes at him. He was actually considering this.

"Let me fuck your tits.. please.. I'm literally begging you .. please baby.. they're so fucking pretty!" Scott miller was actually begging you.

You take off your shirt and bra letting your breasts spill out pushing between his legs wrapping them around his dick. You push them together to tighten the space between your tits, the warmth spreading across them and his tip leaking.

He groans louder watching as you start moving your breasts up and down on his dick. He's in his element.

"Imagine how swollen and bigger they'd be baby.. oh fuck please let me get you pregnant.. fuck me.. please" He almost whines.

"You want to get me pregnant because Tyler was nice to me? Do you understand how fucking crazy that is?" You scoff moving your tits faster along his dick and his tip is throbbing.

"No! I wanna be a dad anyway! It just confirmed shit for me! You make me fucking crazy!" He groans louder rutting his hips fucking your tits harder . He was a state. It was kinda sweet that he wanted to be a dad. He hadn't admitted it to anyone else. But to you? He had.

He lets out a louder groan cum spluttering hard against your chest and dribbling down your tits rapidly. "Holy fucking shit" He winces dragging the cum across your tits with his tip.

You sigh standing up to grab some towels to wipe it off and throw it in the bin and he has a sickening grin across his face jerking his head towards his bedroom.

And of course you were silly enough to follow.

He's rapidly throwing his shirt off and you're taking your shorts off and your thong. He shoves you on the bed grasping your face into a deep kiss. This one way deeper than the others. Full of desperation. Love. It was like he was trying to swallow you whole if he could. Tongue lashing against yours pushing his spearmint gum into your mouth.

He pulls away tilting his head gasping and holds out a hand for you to spit his gum into.

"So. What do you think.. wanna make me a dad? Gonna let me keep you ?" He grins. And you think about it. Really think.

"Are you serious about this Scott? Do not fuck me up I swear to god I'll make your life hell" You glared at him.

He spits on his hand holding it out for you to shake. Again you glare. He was so fucking weird.

And despite it?

You spat on your own hand shaking his hand. He grins pushing you down with your intertwined hand and kisses you deeply climbing over you.

You feel his tip tease your soaking folds before pushing his entire size in one big push stretching you brutally. A loud whine slipping from your mouth and he chuckles.

"Atta girl fucking take it. Fuckin good girl!" He fucks his hips forward starting a quick deep pace making sure to hit your spot with every single thrust.

"Oh my fucking god Scott..." You whine looking at him , he scoops your arms pushing them as far as he can to your chest jackhammering his dick into your pussy making you screech.

"OH! There we fucking go!" he groans louder keeping his blue eyes on you. "Look how good she fuckin takes me. Gonna fill her so fucking good that you're so swollen. Everyone's gonna see what I did to you" He grunts louder.

You whimpered pulsing around him and eyes rolling back. He ruts even deeper watching his dick bully your sopping wet hole. You grab him by his neck into a deeper kiss. Desperate yourself this time. He folds you in half fucking you harder balls smacking against your skin and the room filling with wet plap plap noises. He's determined

"Gonna fucking breed you. Make a mess of her. That what you want ? Make me a dad?" He was spluttering out against your lips and you nod.

"Do it. Breed me Scott. Fill me up. You need it." You squeezed around his dick soaking him even more and throbbing. The sensation makes him spit something out you thought you'd never hear come out of a man like him.

"Fucking marry me!" He groans even louder hammering his hips into you pushing your legs down further.

"Scott what the fuck! Are you actually asking me to marry you balls deep in me?" You squeal biting your lip.

"I fuckin mean it. Want you all to myself. Please let me fucking keep you. Do you love me?" He was like a man possessed by your pussy. But the way his eyes shone said he was serious.

"Scott.."

"Do you fucking love me? Tell me you love me!" He drags kisses along your neck before looking at you again.

"I do love you Scott - " you finally admitted and you swear his thrusts become more brutal. More eager.

"Good! I fucking love you. God I love you. What the fuck have you done to me? I mean it. You wanna get married ? I'll buy you whatever the fuck you want. Just let me put a ring on that finger!" He grunts burying his head into your neck.

Your pussy was tightening even more and his dick was erratically throbbing.

"You're actually insane!" You scoff.

"Sue me. I don't give a fuck. I’m Scott miller ! Go big or go home. Just fucking marry me!"

You roll your eyes not answering him and kiss him even deeper. His thrusts slow down and he slams his dick deeper gasping and getting closer. Your legs were aching in this position shaking.

"Gonna stuff her. Make her all swollen" he whines and you feel him throb coming undone inside you. Ropes of cum filling your pussy warming it. He kept thrusting to shove it deeper only sending it deeper into your womb. The sensation sends you over the edge. Cumming so hard you almost push his dick and cum out.

"No no.. baby keep her full .. gotta make your belly full." He shushes you cramming it deeper with his softening dick. He pulls out using his fingers to gather anything that's leaked and shoving it into your used filled pussy.

"Holy shit ..." You gasp putting your legs down. He runs to grab you a pair of shorts and a hoodie throwing them at you.

You pull them on and look at him. He shakes his head pulling on joggers.

"You didn't answer my question" He sits by you pulling you into his arms and raises an eyebrow. "It wasn't a question , it was a statement!" You huff and he groans kissing the top of your head.

“Do you wanna marry me or not?” He rolls his eyes at you this time. “Wow! Such a charmer !”

“Come on baby we’ve been at this for years. I wanna show you I’m serious.. okay? No fooling around” He actually sounds so sweet this time.

“Okay.. fuck it!.. let’s do it!” You beam at him. “Fuck it? Real charming way to talk to your future husband!”

But still he leans down to kiss you.

Because if there was one thing you knew about Scott. He doesn’t do things small. And you were just as insane as he was.

AHHHH HES CRAZY. I fear I would say yes.

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The day Scott miller found out you were pregnant. The man dropped to his knees in front of you with tears in his eyes. He kissed your belly over and over again. You were pregnant!! He was going to be a dad!!

That was it. He wouldn't shut up about it.

Sometimes you thought he was the pregnant one sometimes. He made sure to announce it at his next match.

"My beautiful wife and I have just found out we're having a baby! I'm so excited!"

And he would do hours of research. Be so excited to buy so many cute clothes with you.

He cried his eyes out with you when you found out it was going to be a girl. He was going to make sure she was so spoiled.

And you on the other hand? That man did not let you out of his sight. You wanted some disgusting combo? Baby he's gonna get it for you. Heck he'll even try it. (He either finds it disgusting and doesn't tell you or lowkey starts liking it too!)

And your belly? Oh he kisses it any chance he can. He'll talk your bump all the time.

"Daddy loves you so much already! Now I have two reasons to win my matches for"

The man would bring you a piece of food every week to compare the size of your baby growing.

"Awe! Our baby is the size of a grapefruit!"

If you cried over something silly or small he wouldn't make you feel bad about it. Never.

But on a serious note. Your belly is getting bigger by the day. He doesn't care who anybody is. They're not going anywhere near you. He once swatted a guys hand away from touching your belly.

"Baby stop swatting people's hand away!" You giggle at him and he shrugs. "I'm just looking out for my girl.

When the baby first kicked he cried. He was obsessed with feeling it and waiting for it to happen all over again. He doesn't take your mood swings to heart. He knows you can't help it with all the pain you're in. Heck he's just trying to understand you. He just drops to his knees kissing your belly.

"You're making your mummy all upset kid.." He knows it makes you laugh.

He’s kind of obsessed with watching how big your breasts get. He can’t help it they look so good. And personally he finds the whole thing beautiful.

When you were 30 weeks pregnant he begged you to stay home and watch the match. But you weren't budging.

“I want to watch my husband! Please baby I’m literally fine!” He wasn’t going to argue with you. He made sure that night you had enough security to cover you. After the match he kissed you in front of everyone and kneeled down to kiss your belly. He made sure he personally escorted you out of the building. He can and will beat the shit out anyone if they go near you.

He knows he can be a lot. He knows he’s so paranoid about you. If you move a certain way or if you even remotely feel off he wants to take you to hospital.

He’s just really excited to have a baby girl with you.

Moving to Oklahoma at 25 was one of the biggest things you've ever done. Moving away from the strain your parents always gave you. It brought you closer to your new job as a meteorologist. Your new coworkers had been oh so nice.

Javi was your first friend there. Happy to guide you. Kate was a little dubious at first. But it was Scott who you felt more comfortable around. You didn't know why. He was your superior. But he just gave off a really calming energy. Except for when he was shouting at everyone of course.

That was until you started getting the notes a few weeks later. They started out friendly at first. "You look pretty today"

You just thought you had a secret admirer at first. No harm right? Then came the flowers with the love notes . And the notes got more personal.

"You smell so good." Or. "I like that shirt better than the pink one." it was still harmless. But it freaked you out. You couldn't focus on anything.

People picked up on it at work. Scott pulls you aside.

"Kid... hey are you okay? You're really distracted and you gotta stay focused in this job it's serious !" You fidgeted with your hands and pulled the notes out of your pocket. He looked concerned.

"What the fuck is all this... you got an admirer kid?" He acts completely unaware. Like he's the most concerned man on this planet.

"Scott. It's not funny. It's weird. I'm kinda scared!" You sigh painfully,  your heart racing looking at the notes.

He leans down putting his hands on his knees making your heart thud harder, his cologne was strong.. musky and his spearmint gum was overpowering."Oh... kid ... you're okay.. nobody is going to get you..you can always message me if you're scared okay?" He ruffled your hair and you sigh in relief looking at him.

"Thanks Scott... it means a lot!" You managed to squeak out and he tilts his head.

"I'll let the team know. I won't tell them everything I'll tell them to keep an eye on you. Don't ever thank me for being a good person." Oh how fucking sick he was.

He knew it was wrong to send you the notes. And the flowers. He's just making you feel welcome. Loved. You were so stressed all day.

When it was finally time to go Scott pats you gently on your shoulder.

"Remember what I said kid. Message me. You're too fuckin sweet to be scared!" You smiled at him feeling slightly better. But despite it you were looking in every direction driving home. You felt like everyone was out to get you.

As soon as you got to your sweet little bungalow home it was dark outside. Quickly you got out of the car locking it and ran inside. Then locked the door and pulled the chain across letting out a huge sigh of relief kicking your shoes off. You know you probably should've gone to the police. But you were scared. And the chances of them not doing anything were high. You weren't being physically harmed.

You went to your bedroom flicking the light on and throwing yourself onto the bed with a huge groan. Your head was spinning like crazy overthinking the worst scenarios possible.

At times like this you just wanted to do anything but think about it. So you pulled your pants down slowly and glide your hand underneath your Lacy underwear. A small sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you slowly rub your clit. The entire sensation sent a shiver down your spine. Your fingers dance slowly to your pussy slowly gliding them in making you gasp at the stretch. It felt so fucking good.

But unbeknownst to you while you were fucking yourself. Your curtains were slightly open. And there. In a dark outfit was Scott. He slowly groaned lifting his phone out of his pocket and started recording you touching yourself. A sickening grin as he watched your fingers fuck your sweet little pussy soaking those pretty panties. He was sickeningly hard.

You kicked the underwear off spreading your legs further rutting your hips against your fingers arching them. Sweet little whines slipping from your mouth , your pussy oozing desperately. It was wrong really. To be getting off when everything was going on. But you needed a relief.

Scott reached into his pocket grabbing at his achingly hard dick through his pants and slowly started pumping his hand. He bit his lip hard to keep him quiet while he kept recording you. He was throbbing hard and his tip leaking desperately.

How pretty you looked. Putting on a show for him right?  You Moaned moving your fingers faster gasping arching your back and reaching a hand to unbutton your shirt to grab your breast playing with your hardening nipple at the same time. You shriek eyes closed and head thrown back. Fingers sliding out to coax your aching clit rubbing in quicker circles. Oh you were a sight. Quite literally.

Scott moves his hand faster , squeezing his dick at the same time trying to match your pace, he had never been so hard in his entire life. He keeps the camera steady listening to your sweet little whines. All splayed out for him. And then you got close. Painfully close. The orgasm came crashing down and you moan again arching your head back desperately trying to catch your breath.

Scott's balls tightened, he squeezed his dick harder fucking into his hand through the cloth before he knew it. His boxers were soaked with his warm cum, He finishes the recording and disappears.

Just as you caught your breath and started to pull on some clothes. Your phone pings. An unknown number.

"Smile for the camera sweetie!" You felt sick. Then you realised the curtains were open slightly. How could you be so stupid. Quickly you went over to the window to see if anyone was there. They weren't. The thudding of your heart filled the room. The message glowed hauntingly and you hesitate before replying to it.

- Who is this??? This is not funny!!

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-Sorry! Wrong number! 

It wasn't. Scott knew exactly what he was doing. You didn't. Your heart was in your throat as you deleted the chat trying to calm down. Maybe what you needed was some sleep. Maybe you were just. Tired.

When Scott got home that night he pulled up the video again laying in bed and taking himself out of his boxers pulling up the video. He was hard all over again. He felt gross. He felt free. Desperate. Stroking his dick and watching you touch yourself. He needed it like he needed air. His tip was throbbing and oozing with cum as he fucks into his hand harder. Muttering "you're so pretty... need to keep you" His head thuds as he groans listening to your whines. The feeling of his balls tightened spluttering cum all over his chest .. hand. The phone in his hand he brings to his lips.

Oh he's sick. He knows it. He needs you though.

With a cloth he wipes his non dominant cum covered hand and begins writing another note.

The next day you had gotten ready for work throwing on the pants and storm par shirt. Head still spinning. After a quick coffee you made it outside to your car , on the windscreen. Was a note.

A wave of nausea hits you. The coffee you had coming back up your throat and causing you to spew up onto the grass by your car leaving a vile taste in your mouth. What.  The fuck.

And now you were going to be late. Great! Let's piss Scott off while we're at it. You frantically got into the car driving all the way to work and fling yourself out running inside out of breath. Everyone looking up from the storm data to look at how pale you were, how your eyes watered.

"Jesus rookie! What happened to you?" Javis jaw dropped. Kate eyes widen and you can hear someone clear their throat. When you turned around Scott is stood arms crossed.

"Cutting it fine aren't we kid?" He raises an eyebrow at you and your heart thudded all over again.

"I'm really sorry! It's been a hectic night and a hectic morning! It wont happen again!" You splutter out. He pinches the bridge of his nose with one hand and puts his hand up with the other.

"Just ... it's fine. See that it doesn't.. get some water. I'll have a word with you later... you look like you've just been sick" He places some gum in your hand and walks off leaving you.

"Are you okay? Scott said we have to keep an eye on you! Troubles at home?" Kate asks and you sigh popping the gum into your mouth.

"Something like that. Just probably someone trying to scare me" You answer politely and she nods returning to her work.

Later on you were taking a break from reading weather maps and looking out for potential cells. But nothing. You rest your head against the wall and feel a tap on your shoulder making you screech.

"JESUS! Kid it's just me!" Scott puts his hand up in defence and you sigh calming down and he leans against the wall next to you.

"Talk to me. What happened?" He crosses his arms waiting. Listening for you to start talking.

"I got another note okay..." you passed him the note from before. His jaw clenches and looks at you.

"Look.. maybe someone's playing a sick Joke on you .. what exactly were you doing last night?"

You shook your head. No way were you about to tell your superior that you were getting off. He snaps his gum and tilts his head.

"How am I supposed to help you if I don't know what's going on?" He asked. That was true.

"Okay! Fine ! I was having ... some me time. And I don't know I got a little into it and I didn't know that my curtains were open a little!" You groan and he listens knowingly and lets out a little chuckle.

"You fucked yourself with your curtains open? Kid.. what the fuck!" You groan putting your hands over your face and he grins sickeningly pulling them away from your face.

"I didn't realise okay! I had enough on my mind to notice ! " He places a hand on your shoulder leaning down again.

"First of all still very silly. I think maybe you just have a creepy neighbour or someone is messing with you . I told you. Nobody is going to hurt you. I'm serious from now on call me okay?"

You sigh nodding at him. He was probably right. You shouldn't have let the curtains open. But he knew the more he fed you sweet little lies. The more you would come back to him when you were scared.

"Thank you Scott.. I'm sorry I was almost late.." There's a soft glint in his eyes as he rubs your back and leads you back inside.

"S'fine kid don't stress it. And for the love of god. Close your curtains next time!"

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It was Friday. Fridays meant date night. Staying at home watching movies , going out for dinner , literally anything you wanted. He INSISTS. You choose. And you are absolutely not spending a penny.

You pulled on a sweet black dress that has spaghetti straps either side , the pleated skirt flowing perfectly as you sway your hips. Scott walks in looking at you. He's wearing jeans and a smart shirt where his muscles are bulging out. The top buttons undone. A jacket in his hand that he knows damn well you're gonna wind up needing. His cologne strong and his gum chewing not halting.

"Oh fuck me... look at my beautiful wife! Holy shit!" He walks over cupping your face and pressing a few kisses to your lips. Each one deeper than the last the taste of his spearmint gum lingering. You giggle playfully pushing him away and shaking your head at him. "You look good baby!" You beamed and watched his grin grow.

"If you keep hyping me up baby we're not going anywhere. You know I love you boosting my ego!" He pushes a curl behind your ear and smiles softly.

"Your ego doesn't need any more of a boost." You playfully roll your eyes at him and grab the house keys ready to lock the door as you step out.

"You're so mean today.. " He playfully pats your ass and watches you lock the door.

You made your way to the bar and he keeps an arm around your waist with such pride. He loved showing off how pretty his wife was. He ordered himself a beer and you your favourite drink, he didn't even look at the price.

"Whatever my sweetheart wants yeah?"

It had been a few drinks later and Scott leans down his lips near your ear.

"You wanna sit in the outside booths baby? Get some fresh air" He rubs your back gently tilting his head waiting for you to reply.

"Mhm! I'd like that!" You beam and he kisses your cheek gently leading you outside his hand on your back. The cold air ans the combination of the alcohol hits you fast. You find a little booth sitting down on the chair and look at him.

"Shit baby...I just gotta go to the men's room.. are you gonna be okay for two minutes?" He groans. He hates leaving you on your own in public. He leans down to kiss your cheek and he sighs.

"Yeah I'm fine baby!" You reassure him and he slings his jacket over you shoulder pressing a kiss to your cheek and walking away to the toilets.

All seems to be well.

Until a group of men approach you with an evil grin , one of them with blonde hair places a hand on your shoulder. Making you shudder and scoot away.

"Who are you here with pretty girl?" His voice was sickening.

"My husband!" You answered quickly.

"Sure you are sweetheart you're fucking hot.." Scott clears his throat and you instantly sigh in relief seeing him and go to stand by him. He instantly wraps an arm around you and leans his head down pulling out his credit card.

"Could you be an absolute dear and go buy me a beer baby? Buy yourself whatever you want! Heck by the whole bar a round if you want." He coos kissing the top of your head.

"Okay baby!" You beam at him walking off. He immediately turns his attention to the guy from before.

"Can I help you guys ?" He says trying to be polite and the guy grins. "Dude we were just saying your girl is hot." Scott lets out a dangerous chuckle lifting his hand to point at his wedding ring.

"She's my wife. I think she told you that. Have a bit of respect" The guy lets out a laugh shaking his head.

"What the fuck are you gonna do buddy?" He pushes , his friends suddenly realise who they're dealing with. Giving their friend a warning glare.

"Do you have any idea who I fucking am?" Scott takes a step forward.

The guy shakes his head with a smug grin on his face. Before Scott can help himself. His fist plummets into the guys nose with a sickening crunch. His head throwing back ; Scott yanks the guys hand shaking it firmly. Hard enough to break it if he wanted to.

"Scott miller. Boxing champion" The poor guy looked like he wanted to cry as blood gushes out of his nose . Scott grins again grabbing a napkin and squeezing the guys nose with it making him squeal.

"Now. What's gonna happen is you're not gonna press charges. My wife is gonna come back and you're gonna say sorry…you don’t fucking touch her. Got that?" Scott coos tauntingly.  The guys friends had already left in fear.

"Answer me. Do you understand?"Scott spits. The guy nods and he hears the doors open. You come out with a beer and a pretty purple cocktail when you see a guy with a bloody nose stood by Scott. The same one who hit on you.

"Hi baby!! I made a friend" Scott slings his arm over the guy ruffling his hair with the other hand. "Oh... uhm. Hi again" You smile weakly.

"He's got something to say .. don't you buddy!" The guy looks up at you his voice shaky and nose bleeding through the napkin.

"I'm real sorry Miss !" He stutters and Scott pats him on the back as patronising as he possibly could.

"Uhm... it's okay!" You politely smile and he bolted straight out the exit. You immediately raise an eyebrow at Scott. He sits down with a grin.

"Baby what have I told you about making people cry!" You pass him his beer and he pats the space next to him on the bench.

You sigh joining him and he avoids the question completely.

"Have I told you how pretty you are?" He grins smoothly sipping his beer and you roll your eyes swatting his arm.

"Yes baby.. many times..." You sip your own drink and he looks over.

"Did he hurt you?" He wraps an arm around you still really concerned.

"No he was just gross and made me a little uncomfortable! Like hello!! I'm married!." You sigh tapping your nails on the table heart still racing.

"Then he deserved it! I know violence isn't the answer. Blah blah you can scold me later! Just let me enjoy my Friday with my wife!" He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Smooth talker!" You shake your head pecking his lips again that familiar warmth returning. He points your cocktail and tilts his head.

"Can I try? I'm curious!" You nod sliding the drink over and he takes a sip looking at you his eyes twinkling. You quickly snap a picture of your oh so scary big muscled husband with the cute cocktail glass.

"You're onto something baby.." He coos sipping his own drink. A few drinks later and you're both tired. He helps you up as always and he slings your handbag over his shoulder before holding his hand out with a grabbing motion. You grab it. His large hand engulfing yours with the biggest grin on his face and leads you away from the bar.

"Now what do you say we go home and watch some terrible shit on the tv... I'm pretty sure we have a bottle of wine?" He swings your arm slightly.

"You know for someone who just made a grown man cry you're a softie aren't you?" You tease him with a gentle laugh and he lets out a dramatic huff.

"God forbid a man's hobby is loving his wife!"

Oh how he treasured you.

I’m in a really bad Scott miller boxer era okay ?? He’s the scariest man on this earth until it comes to his wife

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