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Daddy’s Princess Fairy

pairing: Husband!Dad!Sy x Wife!Mom!Reader

summary: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and he’s desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wife’s panties (Dilf Sy) likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶

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“Daddy’s nearly home booboo, he’ll be out here any second now” Y/n cooed bouncing her baby girl in her arms, the two month old softly snuggled against her mama, the both of them waiting at the entrance of the military base along with the other families. Her eyes tracing each body that left the aircraft, her breath hitching when she saw her big hunk of a man step out, his head shaven but his beard grown rough and long. God he looked filthy but so sexy.

Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.

“Fuck pumpkin, missed ya n’ your sweet self s’much” He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughter’s head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. “And this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syverson” Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.

“She’s stinkin’ adorable, i’d say jus’ like her momma but i’m seein’ frowns on her already” Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witch’s heart melt. “She missed you, anytime you wasn’t on the phone she’d cry and whimper until I played your voicemail” Y/n explained tucking Penelope’s bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddy’s arm.

“Awk babygirl you break ma heart, m’not leavin’ again, I can’t do it- that’s me done” Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. “Damn right you aren’t leavin’, we still need to give our bubby a brother” Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldn’t let go of his finger.

“Babe, jus pull your finger out come on” Y/n laughed as he shook his head, “no can do sugar, don’t want my babygirl thinkin’ am leavin’ her again, can’t be her first heartbreak”

“If ya let go i’ll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her nap” It hadn’t even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driver’s side of the pickup truck. “Now ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down ‘er” Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.

“Yup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syverson” Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, “Jesus woman didn’t ya read the sticker on the car? There’s a baby on board” He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.

“Forgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yours” He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. “Yeah? What else did ya miss” She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.

“These other lips down ‘ere” Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. “No you didn’t”

“I did” She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. “Nuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to play” She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road

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“Alright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep pronto” Sy whispered into his baby’s tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. “Princess fairy queen? Really Sy?” He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.

“I need my little girl to know she’s the best of ‘em all, n’ that means callin’ her every nickname on God’s Earth so she knows how much ah love her” Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.

“Now was that from me or you?” Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; “Tell ya what bubby, you’re definitely your daddy’s daughter”

“Yeah there’s now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cube” Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Sy’s sake she didn’t need changed, well not yet anyway.

It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.

“Momma, you spoil me too much” Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.

“Irish twins?” Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. “I’d give ya irish triplets if it were possible” He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.

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Sy, I am Backup

pairing: Captain Syverson x Girlfriend!Sniper!Reader

summary: Reader is like a total badass super deadly sniper and she leads like a badass group of women who are also deadly soldiers. Anyways the ladies are called in to help rescue Sy and his team? (requested by @stormcloudss )

Warnings: Gun Violence

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“You sure you’ll be okay baby? You know the girls and I are always on call to help?” Y/n said helping pack her boyfriend Sy’s backpack for his next mission at his recent position, commander. “I know sugar, but i’d rather not put you into danger, ya know this” Sy huffed throwing on his boots before hotly kissing his woman goodbye and off he went.

Y/n L/n, wasn’t the most innocent, with her being head of the sniping division, she had quite the talent herself. In fact that’s how Sy and her met, they were put into the same training group at the deployment centre, and voila. Sy couldn’t help but find himself drawn to this amazing woman, not only was she able to carry herself, but Sy as well (Literally)

Now 7 months down the line the two had moved in together and were finally getting serious, until the dreaded call came. They needed Sy out there again, luckily it was only a short drive and a smaller scale task, but still all the more dangerous. Even though Sy was mean and scary to others, to Y/n he was nothing but her big baby that asked to share showers, kisses and cuddles on the daily.

“Ok I don’t have a good feeling about this” Y/n whispered to herself and calling up her fellow girls on their groupchat, watching as Sy’s truck pulled off and out of their home’s driveway. Rifling through her old gear, Y/n got out her old suit and equipment with the phone stuck between her ear and shoulder.

Steph: God did I think we would never talk again, Miss L/n

Y/n: Come on now Steph, it’s only been two months

Grace: Did commander send us a task or something?

Y/n: No but he sent Sy’s team one, a drug bust, which is unusual because how violent could it get for soldiers to be there

Sophie: Jesus there must be bombs or something, there’s no way it’s just a drug bust

Y/n: That’s what i’m sayin! Which is why I think we need to get ready girls-

Stephanie: Woah woah owah, ready for what?

Y/n: Look, all of our men are on that squad, and we know damn well their general is going to hound us for backup

Grace: She’s got a point, we are the most experienced snipers around the place

Stephanie: I can’t believe i’m actually agreeing to this, meet y’all at L/n’s place in 15

Sophie: Omg the gang is back together

Within a half hour, all four girls were stood in the living room, strapped into their camo gear. Hairs in ponytails, heavy duty boots in tow and let’s not forget them reloading their customised weapons of war. Each different sniper sporting a different colour, each representing each woman’s aura. Y/n’s was a strong deep red, you can guess the reasoning for that.

“So what do we just wait here or something? How do we even know they’ll need us, there’s like 6 of them” Grace asked setting down her green sniper and sitting down onto the velvet white couch.

“Because of this” Y/n rushed out showing them the newest message from their commander

General L/n, assistance is needed at (insert address) Be prepared for situations 302 and 105. Mild casualties reported, enter from the side and take position. You know what to do.

“302? That means mild explosives does it not” Sophie asked looking at the phone herself, her hand reaching for her purple sniper, her fingertips tingling with anticipation and exhilaration.

“Yeah and 105, means outnumbered. Holy shit girls, we got ourselves a good one” Grace shouted getting up, the rest of them following her out of the house and into the one van they were going to use.

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Reaching the destination which seemed to be a dingy old warehouse, the girls got a glimpse of the amount of men walking in and out of the building, not their own men of course. Slinging on their extra ammo and their snipers, the girls found a wide enough pipe system for them to climb up skilfully. Y/n the first one to end up onto the roof, found herself a nice little spot with an opening straight into the warehouse. Setting up her stand and sniper, peeked into her scope and saw Sy’s squad.

Oh my were they outnumbered, they were practically surrounded, all of them tied up and some were clearly bleeding out. Just how strong were these other men? I mean granted there must be 100 of them, but wow.

Y/n felt her breath hitch when she saw her man, Sy, sitting dejectedly against a pile of cardboard boxes. His face still as brave as ever, but this time sporting more than a few cuts with blood running down his face. Y/n was going to kill these sons of bitches even if it was the last thing she did.

Looking up around the roof, Y/n saw that the other three girls were also raging, all of them nodding at each other before focusing down at their targets. Y/n found her first shot, a bald man who was tattooed all over, he seemed to be the one giving the orders.

Counting down under her breath

“3, 2, 1” And the trigger went off, the bullet embedding itself into the man’s head, instantly knocking him into the ground.

“Gotcha asshole” Y/n whispered loading up her next bullet, hearing all the men down below go into chaos at who shot their boss, the other three girls taking down what was assumed to be his right hand men. Leaving only the pawns of this vigilante group, when all of a sudden, Grace found herself making eye contact with one of the men, his smirk revealing golden teeth and a horrid face.

“Shit shit shit, i’ve been spotted, we gotta go now!” Grace shouted slinging back on her gun and running to the other girls, everyone hearing the men shouting up the side of the compound before they felt the shaking of the pipe system. Their only way down.

“Ok fuck uh- we gotta jump” Y/n rushed out looking over the hole she was spying on, noticing the high stack of cardboard boxes that could break their fall.

“Ok L/n even if we jump, we have to somehow get six injured men into a van, how does that work?”

“Let me take care of that, you guys jump and get them all into the van. If i’m not there in 10 minutes, leave without me yeah?” Y/n said stepping away from the hole and putting the other girls forward towards it.

“The fuck do you mean? Sy will kill us if anything happens to you, plus we can’t just leave you. No man left behind” Steph shouted

“Look, I won’t be left behind if this fucking works ok?! Now just go!” Y/n shouted, seeing the three girls salute to her before each taking their turn to jump onto the boxes, when all of a sudden Y/n heard the sound of metal behind her. They were here.

“Well, it’s just a little lady, musta got lost?” The front man said, twirling a pistol in his hands,

Within seconds Y/n had aimed her sniper and had shot the man full force sending him off the edge of the building, “Bring it on you filthy fuckers” She shouted loading in another round and going to town at the men in front of her, whilst running about trying to dodger bullets

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Grace, Sophie and Steph despite hurting their feet in the landing had now found themselves alone with their soldiers, untying them rapidly until a gruff hand pulled Sophie’s, “Where’s Y/n? I know she’s in your division. Agent L/n” Sy asked desperately limping, Sophie couldn’t help but stay quiet and instead looking towards the ceiling where they heard a loud cry say “OW FUCK SAKE” A woman’s cry.

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Y/n had near wiped them out, leaving one man behind to step over the bodies of his comrades. Realising she had no more bullets left, the man smiled at the sound of the empty gun, aiming his gun towards her leg before shooting it, immediately sending her to the ground, “OW FUCK SAKE” Clutching onto her leg Y/n growled and groaned, watching the man step closer towards her, a victorious look on his face.

“Looks like you’re down sweetheart, how unfortunate, women are always pathetic” He spat laughing at her, walking back towards the pipe system, leaving her to lay there in agony.

“Not yet” Y/n groaned pulling the key out of the hand grenade she was wearing with her teeth, and throwing it as hard as she could towards him as he bent down to climb

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“I need to go back for Y/n, you fuckers don’t understand-“

“No trust me we didn’t want to leave her either, but her orders were to get you guys into the van and wait ten minutes” Grace said guarding the back of the van which held the 6 grateful men, thankfully all of them only having mild injuries ranging from dislocations to cuts

*BOOM*

Shattering their conversation, everyone watched as a man's body blew up mid air, parts of the building edge being blown up to pieces. Everyone going silent at the thoughts in their heads,

"get the fuck out of my way or i'll make you" Sy growled, Grace immediately sighing and letting him step out, his now bandaged leg giving him the ability to somehow walk strongly. Sy groaned as he pulled himself up the pipe system, his heartbeat pounding in his ears at the fear of what's happened to his beloved girlfriend. His first love as well as that.

Relief filling him as he looked over the edge and saw a very much conscious and in pain

Y/n, who still had that same smirk on her face, “Told you I was here for backup baby” She shouted watching him shake his head and walk over to her,

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, ya hear me?” Smashing his lips onto hers as if she would disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough, that’s how he felt.

(A few weeks later)

“Baby can I have a chocolate bar please” Y/n shouted from the living room, her casted leg set up on the couch, with Aika licking at her exposed toes.

“Comin’ right up honey” Sy said walking into the kitchen before settling beside her, her head falling on his chest with his arms wrapped around her shoulder.

“So about our next mission-“

“Shut it sugar, we’re not going anywhere anymore, not after that last scenario. We are done baby”

“What do you mean done? We can’t just quit?” Y/n questioned looking up at him confused, his lips pressing soft kisses to her temple and cheeks

“Of course not, but parental leave is a thing i’m sure we could get” He shrugged smirking down at her, taking a swig of his beer before taking a deep inhale in her neck, smelling her sweet peachy scent that he oh loved so much. A bit too much actually.

“But we aren’t parents Sy- Wait- HOLD ON-“

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Daddy’s Princess Fairy

pairing: Husband!Dad!Sy x Wife!Mom!Reader

summary: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and he’s desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wife’s panties (Dilf Sy) likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶

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“Daddy’s nearly home booboo, he’ll be out here any second now” Y/n cooed bouncing her baby girl in her arms, the two month old softly snuggled against her mama, the both of them waiting at the entrance of the military base along with the other families. Her eyes tracing each body that left the aircraft, her breath hitching when she saw her big hunk of a man step out, his head shaven but his beard grown rough and long. God he looked filthy but so sexy.

Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.

“Fuck pumpkin, missed ya n’ your sweet self s’much” He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughter’s head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. “And this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syverson” Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.

“She’s stinkin’ adorable, i’d say jus’ like her momma but i’m seein’ frowns on her already” Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witch’s heart melt. “She missed you, anytime you wasn’t on the phone she’d cry and whimper until I played your voicemail” Y/n explained tucking Penelope’s bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddy’s arm.

“Awk babygirl you break ma heart, m’not leavin’ again, I can’t do it- that’s me done” Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. “Damn right you aren’t leavin’, we still need to give our bubby a brother” Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldn’t let go of his finger.

“Babe, jus pull your finger out come on” Y/n laughed as he shook his head, “no can do sugar, don’t want my babygirl thinkin’ am leavin’ her again, can’t be her first heartbreak”

“If ya let go i’ll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her nap” It hadn’t even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driver’s side of the pickup truck. “Now ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down ‘er” Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.

“Yup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syverson” Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, “Jesus woman didn’t ya read the sticker on the car? There’s a baby on board” He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.

“Forgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yours” He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. “Yeah? What else did ya miss” She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.

“These other lips down ‘ere” Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. “No you didn’t”

“I did” She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. “Nuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to play” She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road

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“Alright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep pronto” Sy whispered into his baby’s tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. “Princess fairy queen? Really Sy?” He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.

“I need my little girl to know she’s the best of ‘em all, n’ that means callin’ her every nickname on God’s Earth so she knows how much ah love her” Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.

“Now was that from me or you?” Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; “Tell ya what bubby, you’re definitely your daddy’s daughter”

“Yeah there’s now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cube” Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Sy’s sake she didn’t need changed, well not yet anyway.

It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.

“Momma, you spoil me too much” Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.

“Irish twins?” Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. “I’d give ya irish triplets if it were possible” He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.

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Sy x Reader: make me your future history (One Shot)

Plot: You come back home and find everything you looked for in a quiet man who curses too much and his grumpy animals.

Tags: smut, fluff, cursing, my poor attempt of southern accent, mental health issues, eating disorder (implied), short fake dating, 9k+ words, minors dni

[A/N: AAAAAH I hope you like it <3]

“Home sweet home, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at your father’s attempt at being funny.

In all the time you spent running away from your past you had never thought the time would come that you would be coming back home. The image of you in your blood black bodycon dress, white trench coat, and Louboutins would be comical to anyone who passes by your humble childhood home -- complete with the vegetable garden, pesky bees, and cat shit from the grumpy fucker your late mother used to call a pet.

“Lovely.”

“Oh, don’t be such a snob, pumpkin.”

“Dad!” you shrieked, looking behind you as if on instinct, terrified of the judgemental eyes of your peers at the absurd nickname your father used to call you when you were young. But the only thing that greeted you was the emptiness of the sidewalk, the distant mountains, and a lost sheep wandering around your fields.

You were definitely no longer in Los Angeles.

“Come on, now,” he called, carrying the last of your luggage up the short dirt path towards the front door. “Let’s get you cleaned up out of that ominous dress.”

You gawked, looking down at yourself as if to check if the two of you were seeing the same thousand dollar designer dress. But when you looked up your father was already chuckling, clearly just teasing.

“For your information, this is Vera Wang!”

“You look like that mean lady Cruella!” he screamed at his back, laughter getting louder by the second as you stomped your heel behind him.

“Better hide, Stanley,” he rubbed the head of the feline, pressing a kiss at the top of its head. “She might skin you for your fur.”

“Dad!”

“Hiss!”

“Shit!”

You kicked the pebble that made you trip, cursing out this poor town and their seeming ignorance of cemented roads. Your father had woken up with a bit of pain in his back and unfortunately, it would seem he had run out of painkillers so you had agreed to run a quick trip to the town and get some medicine for him in the pharmacy after nearly breaking your back yourself while doing his chores for the morning by feeding all the animals and cooking meals for the both of you.

It’s been a while but you managed. However, you still weren’t quite sure if it’s comforting how you still somehow knew your way ‘round the little farm. You thought for sure you had killed the little country girl in you as you bathed in the limelight of the big city.

“God this place hasn’t changed.”

The brick buildings used to intimidate you. The young farm-girl who knew nothing of the glitz and glamour of the city, that could only come to the main town when it was her birthday and she manages to drag her mother to buy her dresses and lipstick. It’s times like this that you miss her a bit more than usual.

You had wanted to buy your father a house in the town, even one in Los Angeles and be near you and better doctors. But he had declined. He planned to take care of the home he and your mother had built from the ground up. So you did the best you could and just made sure his bank account remained hefty, even got him that model of the truck he liked so much to make his trip to the town and back easier.

Unfortunately for you, you can’t drive a manual car to save your life. You had been whisked off by modelling scouts before your father could teach you and by the time you were settled in your own apartment, you had been successful enough in your career to afford an automatic.

“Hi, I called about an hour ago for some painkillers?”

The young lady behind the counter seemed to have recognized you (probably from the many magazines you posed for), the guppy wide-eyed look is always a dead giveaway but you hoped she wouldn’t make a big fess out of it. “Yes! Yes, I’ll get it right now, miss!”

“Aah! Looks like that old bastard’s pumpkin has come back.”

You looked behind the girl at the counter to see your father’s old friend coming out from the back room. Despite his whooping cough and weakening lungs, it would seem Mr. Jones could never kill that dangerous habit of his.

“Good afternoon, sir,” you greeted, letting yourself be wrapped in the smell of tobacco and coffee as he hugged you. You weren’t too fond of the nosy people in this town but Mr. Jones had been an old family friend, and like a second father to you. “It’s good to see you doing well.”

“Well, can’t have your pops beat me. We had a bet.”

You smiled, “That’s quite a bright way of keeping your strength up, Mr. Jones.”

He guffawed, rubbing your shoulders as he took the medicine in the pharmacist's hand and gave it to you. “You can say that --”

“Old man!”

The door slammed, the bell above it ringing so loudly but it was the booming voice that had made everyone in the small space jump. Mr. Jones only groaned in annoyance, nose flaring up. Pushing the paper bag in your hand he raised his cane, pointing it accusingly to the person who just went inside.

“Goddamnit Sy! How many times do I gotta tell you to learn how to open doors gently!”

The loud man’s entire body was hidden by the racks of goodies to pick up -- magazines, chips, and the likes. His face was barely visible by the shadow his cowboy hat set on it, the rest of it hidden behind his unkempt bushy beard. He has grown, but the years seemed to have been kind. A little rough maybe … but still kind.

“Layla needs the vitamins I asked for last week. Pregnancy is making that one act like a real ass.”

“Watch your language, we have a lady in here!” Mr. Jones pointed at you with his cane, making your eyes widen when the hulking man turned to you. He was huffing, chest moving up and down, nearly bursting its top buttons from the stretch. Sweat making the skin on his folded up sleeves sheen and small bits of dirt and dust sticking in his cheek. Yet his steel gaze still shot an arrow in your heart like you weren’t the confident model you had built yourself up to be. Time turning and turning until you were nothing more but a lovestruck freshman drooling over the senior.

Logan Syverson.

“H-Hi Syverson,” you raised a hand, but in your panic, you forgot to wave, hands freezing mid-air.

His eyes lingered, raking down your form that you had silently cursed yourself for not getting done up before you left the house. You just had to meet Syverson now of all days!

“Miss,” he tipped his hat, smiling at you. Though you doubt it would be considered one as he barely lifted his lips at all. “How’s your father?”

“H-He, uh,” you realized your hand was still raised and awkwardly scratched your head. “He’s fine.”

“And you?”

You realized he had asked you a follow-up question a few seconds too late. “I’m fine.”

This time he smiled a bit bigger, a firm line spreading across his face and making crinkles in his eyes that was definitely not back there before in your high school appear. “That’s good.”

Someone behind the two of you scoffed.

“That’s good?! This is why you ain’t never been married, son.”

Sy rolled his eyes, sighing, flawlessly catching the bag of presumable vitamins he came in the store for “I told you to stay out my business, old man.”

“What, so I want adorable children, running around here, calling me pops and not old man? Is that a crime?”

He laughed, a real guffaw. Removing his hat to point it at the old man. “You’re not making me your stud, Stan.”

“Bah!”

“And get off that damn tobacco! That shit’s gonna kill you someday!”

He came out, the same way he came in: like an eye of the storm. The store was suddenly a bit too quiet now that his unforgiving presence was gone. The type of storm that steals your breath away, traps you in and fool you into thinking it was calm, just to see something wild and dangerous brewing on the horizon.

God, he was still so fucking hot.

“Thank you, Stan! I’ll send dad your best wishes!”

You waved at the man goodbye, holding on to the paper bag tightly. And you were glad you did so when you turned to the road and saw Syverson leaning on his truck and looking at you, you didn’t drop the package to the ground.

“S-Sy!”

He moved with surprising agility and grace for a man his size, so quick you would’ve missed him if you blinked but his heavy footsteps made you audibly swallow the pooling saliva in your mouth lest you choke on it.

“Took you a while to get out,” he took one last inhale on the same camel cigarette he had scolded Mr Jones for using, throwing it down on the ground to step on it with his heavy boots.

Your eyes widened, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe at his close proximity, “I … I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were -- did you need anything?”

You have been interviewed by pushy friends and intimidating bosses but nothing had made you sweat more than how his steely gaze does. Or maybe it could just be the summer heat.

“No,” he gently opened his palm, cocking his head at the package in your hand. Despite your confusion, you gave it to him and followed mindlessly as he went and opened the door to the passenger seat. “But I couldn’t leave a lady like you walking in this heat. My ma would crawl out of her grave, bless her soul.”

“Oh! Oh no, i-i’m fine …” your voice wavered as he raised an eyebrow at you, tossing the bag of medicines and vitamins in the leather seat of the massive truck.

“I’ll help you up.”

He gave no more room for argument, letting you walk to the monstrosity that was his truck and guided you with a firm palm on your back as you hoisted yourself up on the seat.

“Nice ride,” you smiled, tinkling on the little intricacies it had despite the thin layer of dust that polluted it. You gripped on a dog wearing a hula skirt and strumming a guitar hung from the rearview mirror, entertained at the thought of such a comical object on such a serious man’s truck. “Is this the latest model?”

He nodded, still the same man with the few words. In the year you were able to observe him from afar he had always been a bit different than the rambunctious boys he called his friends that always gathered at whichever table he sat on. Always minding his own business, always has his head down or playing with a football to pass the time if not taking a nap in the tits of whichever girl he was with.

You pouted, racking your head with any conversation starters.

“I bought my dad the one before, he never shut up about it.”

“Ah”, he quipped, now focusing on the road back to your house. Staring at him, you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together. He had always been so … big … and intimidating when he was still young. But with the addition of the minute scars on his arms (from farmwork no doubt) and the growing beard -- he looked almost savage now.

This little crush of yours is gonna be the death of you.

He turned his eye towards you, trying to hide a smirk on his lips when you yelped and turned away, face burning in embarrassment.

“How’d you know where I live?”

“Small town, bug,” he shrugged turning the last block till you saw your house. Your heart fluttered at the nickname “And I visit your pa from time to time. Just to check up on everything.”

You were sure your heart has now turned into mush.

“Ah! Syverson!”

Your father waved, walking towards the gate to greet the man with a welcome hug. “You been taking care of my pumpkin, eh? She give you any headaches?”

“Dad!”

“It’s no problem, sir,” Sy opened your door, offering a hand to help you get down. “She was pleasant company.”

Not as pleasant, you think. When he had barely uttered more than two-sentence in the entire five-minute ride. You had thought it was your chance to get to know him better but no dice.

“Hmm,” your father nodded, staring at the two of you back and forth. “You still got no wife --”

“Alright! That’s it! You’re going back inside, you senile old man!”

You waved back at Syverson, nearly dragging your father back to the house so he could rest before he embarrasses you any further. It wasn’t until he was back in his room that you realized how you didn’t even properly say goodbye or thank you to the man. You had run towards the door, foolishly hoping you would catch him somehow.

But the dust had already settled, his tracks already fading.

The sound of barking was the first thing you heard, followed by small thuds that were only explained when you finally found the source of it: a sweaty Syverson chopping off firewood that was the size of his arm.

You gulped audibly when he slammed one last wood, splitting it like butter.

“Who’s there?”

You straightened, surprised when he suddenly turned in your direction when you were sure you didn’t make a single noise. Awkwardly, you waved at him with one hand while the other carried the blueberry cheesecake you made for him, hoping he’ll see you meant no harm. Not that you could scratch him even with all of your strength.

“H-Hi! Sorry for barging into you like this. I tried to call but … uh …”

Sy looked back at his house and winced.

Yeah, he didn’t seem like a man who carried his phone with him all day. With how rough taking care of his farm must become, a fragile piece of technology would be no match for the hooves of the giant horses he raised.

You tried to maintain your wavering smile as he dropped the axe on a larger stomp before using his shirt to wipe his sweaty face making it rise up and give you a peek of the thick happy trail that made you go frigid.

Don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look dow --

“Sorry bout that. Your pops need help with anything?”

“Oh no! I just, I made this,” you raised the cake to his face, hoping it covered the embarrassment in your face. Or the way your eyes raked over his burly figure that is threatening to burst out the seams of his checkered shirt.

“For me?”

He seemed confused.

You nodded, still looking down, though grateful when he took the platter as your hands were already starting to shake from the effort. “A-As thanks. I … I wasn’t able to thank you properly a few days ago for the ride. My dad has a tendency of embarrassing me and I didn’t want him to make you uncomfortable. But I didn’t know what you liked so I just thought it might help with the heat and --”

“Woah, calm down, honey,” You hadn’t even realized you were rambling. But you stopped in your tracks when you heard him call you that. You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t scream.

HE CALLED YOU HONEY.

“It’s alright. I like blueberries.”

AND HE LIKES BLUEBERRIES.

You nodded, like an eager student, mentally taking note of such facts.

“That’s … that’s great!” you giggled, placing your hands behind your back before you realized how lovestruck you looked and quickly placed it in front of you, fingers wrapping around each other. “I’ll leave you to enjoy it then!”

Like a cowardly squirrel, you were too quick to almost scurry out of there. Hoping to get some fresh air into your brain and make you act right once again.

“Wanna join me?”

God, being anywhere near Sy is dangerous. It makes your head short-circuit and make you do and say stupid things. Now you’re even having auditory hallucinations of him inviting you to --

“Wait -- really?”

This time he truly smiled, the charming type that had you internally squealing like a lovestruck fool, but you were pretty sure you were still hallucinating.

“Come on, have a slice with me. I’m pretty sure I didn’t leave the best first impression. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m a dick or anything.”

Oh, you’ve definitely been thinking bout his dick, alright.

You pinched your eyes shut, batting away those unsightly intrusive thoughts with a theoretical bat.

“Oh no! That’s for you, Sy. I wouldn’t want to --”

“You wouldn’t,” he insisted, offering his hand up to you. You bit the inside of your cheek before you took it, letting out a shuddering breath as its warmth engulfed you.

Thinking he was just gonna hold your hand, you gasped in shock when he suddenly pulled you closer and placed his hand on the end of your spine instead. Urging you on the small hill where his house laid and making you go insane from the warmth oozing out from him and piercing through your clothing.

Why is he so freaking warm?!

“I --” your words got stuck in your throat when you realized he was hunching down to hear you speak, your face suddenly a bit too close to breathe. “I just wanted you to enjoy it. After all that you did for my dad when I wasn’t around.”

Your father had talked your ear off about how helpful the burly man was around his small farm, especially when it comes to any form of heavy lifting or complicated machinery. He even checked up on him a few times a month just to see if there was anything that needed to be fixed around the house.

He hummed, accepting your gratitude “I’d enjoy it more with a pretty lady, doncha think?”

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but giggle. Accidentally nudging him with your shoulders as you walked but it only made him chuckle.

“I’ll get some drinks.” he pulled the seat in front of his porch, even spreading a dark blue blanket on your seat.

Not wanting to invade his privacy by snooping through the inside of his cosy-looking home through the windows, you instead enjoyed the company of his dog, who had gently nudged your leg with her wet nose, dropping her squeaky ball in your hand clearly wanting you to throw it.

“Go catch!”

You laughed as you watched her scamper down the steps of the hell in neck-breaking speed, immediately getting distracted by a flock of birds that were bothering the horses on the other side of the farm.

Breathing in the fresh air, you couldn’t help but appreciate the view in front of you. The bright sun and the fresh rain from the night before made everything look sparkling. The wildlife, the sound of the running horses, and the warm breeze of the wind made you smile. You may not be in Los Angeles anymore, but you probably wouldn’t trade this view for the world.

It was no wonder the man has become a hermit, you would be too if you had a paradise like this at your front porch.

The clack of two glasses filled with ice brought your attention back to him, perking up and watching as he sat opposite you. He poured the milk in both your glasses before sliding the fuller one to you.

He whistled in appreciation when he finally removed the handkerchief that covered the blueberry cheesecake you had woken up at 5 am for just to get the freshest batch first.

"Here, let me," you offered, taking the knife from him and focusing on giving the two of you equal slices.

“This shit’s gonna make me lose my figure.”

His foul mouth made you chuckle.

“Well, I like my men big,” you answered mindlessly, knife freezing mid-air when you finally realized what you said.

Before you could sputter out another roll of apologies he grinned, stabbing his own slice of the cheesecake and almost salaciously placing the entire thing in one bite. The excess cream on the side of his lips made you lick your own.

“Well, in that case,” he pulled the fork from his mouth, that irritatingly tempting smirk still present in his face, as he pierced another hefty slice and placed it back on his clean plate. “I better eat up.”

A tense silence followed suit as the two of you stared, though he was still so cockily munching on his piece making you break the eye contact first.

“Charmer,” you grinned, breaking the eye contact before you burn from inside out.

It was surprisingly comfortable to sit in silence with him. The white noise of nature doing enough of a good job to fill in what should’ve been awkward moments. It wasn’t until that you had finished your piece and he had bulldozed at least half the cake that you met his eye again.

“Thanks for this,” he rubbed his scruff. “It was good. You’re a good baker.”

“It’s no problem, Sy --”

You jumped at the sudden cracking noise in the distance. The neighs of the horse at the faucet which supplied all their water breaking made Sy sigh. “Goddamnit -- Layla! I told you to stop fucking around with that!”

Layla, the pregnant mare in question, scoffed in an offence like she hadn’t been caught red-handed.

“I’m sorry, I gotta fix that before it floods into the barn.”

“It’s alright! I’ll just clean up a bit.”

He stopped on his track to look back at you.”You sure? I’ll owe you one.”

“It’s no problem, Sy!” you shoo-ed him off. “I’ll wait for --”

“Great! Thank you, honey. Just go inside, you’ll easily find the kitchen.”

Honey.

You hoped you stopped your flattered grin quick enough that he didn’t see it. However, before you could think too much of it you realized … you were supposed to go into his house!

You let out a breath of air, hyping yourself up while trying not to look over-eager to go inside his house and look like an obsessive freak. The wooden door opened with a gentle push, which you were thankful for as you balanced the leftover cake in one hand and the plates and cups in the other.

Hurriedly, you walked towards the open kitchen, placing the cake in the surprisingly massive fridge filled to the brim with fruits and necessities before placing the plates in the sink, refusing to let your eyes wander no matter how much your brain begged you to.

Thankfully, the front of the sink had a window that showed you an amazing view of Sy’s backyard that was perfectly maintained and filled with vegetables. A giggle pushed through your lips as you imagined Sy’s massive hands trying to gently tend to the fragile plants.

“What’s funny?”

“Ah!” you jumped at the sudden voice behind you, greeted by Sy behind you, leaning on the kitchen island with his arms crossed and a brow raised.

“Uh, nothing,” you stammered, placing the last glass on the drier. “I-I like your garden.”

He cocked his head as if to see what was so interesting about it but he said nothing.

You surprisingly got used to his silence. “It must taste so good to eat something unprocessed.”

“Yeah,” he answered, sitting beside you near the sink. “You should try it.”

“I can cook but it’s tough waking up so early to get the freshest batch in the market,” you rambled. “And LA’s fresh produce is so expensive.”

“Aren’t you some big-shot model?”

You flushed, wondering if he meant that as a compliment or a diss. It was still quite embarrassing every time someone reminds you of your different persona in the city.

“I don’t eat that much there anyway.”

The expression on his face told you that your statement seemed to bother him which made you uncomfortable. The slip-up was an inside joke with your peers back in LA but it would seem dark humour was not as acceptable back here. “All right! I won’t impose any more than I did. Thank you so much for inviting me, Sy! It was nice to catch up with you.”

You waved quickly, turning on your feet and running away.

“Stupid, stupid,” you grumbled, as you walked back to your house.

It was going so good!

You just had to yap your mouth away and bring down the entire conversation to hell’s ass.

Shaking your head, you sighed. Nothing can be done about it now. You’d rather cherish the small happy moments you spent with the brooding man than focus on the depressing end.

Sy’s vegetable garden had made a stronger craving fester inside you than you thought.

That’s how you found yourself a week later, waking up before the sun rose and walking back to the farmer’s market in the middle of the town despite your body fighting you every step of the way.

There were surprisingly fewer people present, but it was still crowded enough to have that comforting noise all around. A warm feeling festering in your stomach as you hopped from one stall to another trying to put together a meal in your head.

“Sy! I didn’t expect to see you here!”

A woman’s voice made you look back, eyes widening when you saw her latching on to Syverson’s arms.

“Riva,” his gruff voice cut through the other noises of the crowd, making you snicker when you traced the slightest bit of poorly-covered irritation in his tone.

“It’s been so long since we hung out! Are the horses better company than me?” she teased. There was a nagging feeling of jealousy in your chest but watching as an outsider made you cringe. You could still remember being in her shoes, desperately buttering up to the most eligible bachelor, hoping it would elevate your status a bit more in your social circles.

Maybe that’s why you feel sympathetic.

“Honey.”

When you looked back up the couple are strangely looking in your direction. Just to be sure you turned to see if there was something interesting behind you but there was nothing but nagging vendors and shopping townsfolk.

“I thought I was picking you up at your house?”

You gasped when you felt a warm hand wrap around your waist, only to be greeted with the piercing blue eyes of Sy himself.

“S-Sy,” you were too stunned at first but thankfully the pieces still snapped together when you saw the gaping mouths of the crowd of girls behind you. “I … I felt like going for a walk.”

You eyed the group behind you, wincing at their suspicious glares towards you. It would seem you would have to up your game if you want to be believable. “And I wanted to surprise you, bear!”

He seemed tickled at the new nickname, leaning down to wrap you in a loose hug, his beard making a jolt journey to your legs.

“Well, consider me pleasantly so,” Your head wanted to explode from embarrassment. Even more when he suddenly leaned in to graze his lips at your forehead. “Let me carry that for you.”

Looking back, you tried to wave goodbye to the woman, hoping to salvage her pride but she just rolled her eyes which made you pout.

“Don’t mind her,” he gruffed, rubbing his thumb on the edge of your spine as if to comfort you.

When you were farther away from the unpleasant crowd you turned to his nonchalant face. “I don’t remember you being this jumpy from the ladies, bear.”

He smirked, leading you carefully to a vegetable stall and suddenly placing all sorts of products in your tote bag. “Lot can change in a few years, bug.”

You rolled your eyes, frowning when you realized what he was oding “why are you putting stuff in my bag.”

“Cause you’re having a meal with me.”

You blinked, your brain short-circuiting enough that he was able to pull you into another stall, this one with different types of homemade wines sold by a pleasant-looking lady.

“What can I offer you, young lovebirds?” she asked, eager to rope another set of customers into her pocket.

Sy turned to you, a gleam in his eyes that you haven’t seen before suddenly present, “Wha’d you say, honey? Red or white?”

The drive to his place was surprisingly comfortable, the two of you making pleasant small talk and laughing at you as you tried to sing to old country songs that were playing randomly on radios while he prepared the promised meal to you like a proper housewife.

Though he just smirked when you called him that.

“You haven’t changed, Sy,” you chuckled, hooking your hair behind your ear like a giddy schoolgirl. The wine and full stomach had made you tipsy enough to make your tongue loose. “I can’t believe I forgot how dangerous you were.”

His chest rumbled then, finishing the last mouthful of wine in his glass before laughing at your accusation,” ‘m a Southern gentleman, ma'am. I don’t know what’s all this talk about being dangerous.”

Your mouth dropped, not believing his audacity to deny all the girls who have tripped over their own tails chasing him all around the campus. “Oh please,” you point your fork at him in an accusatory manner, “don’t think lil’ old me didn’t hear about Charmaine and Analeah’s fight over you being their prom date!”

He shrugged, not bothering to defend himself. Instead, he started to clean up the table and walked towards the sink. You followed suit and sat at the counter just beside the sink as he turned the radio louder, the familiar voice of a certain country starlet that had joined the social scene of LA at the same time as you echoing in his cabin.(You couldn’t help but wonder if her transition into the pop genre had been as smoothed as she had planned.)

“Who did you go with, by the way? I wasn’t able to see cause freshmen were the committee so I was running around backstage.”

“I didn’t go,” he placed the last plate on the sink before he walked to where you were seated. Making you hold your breath as he placed his arms on each side of your legs, effectively caging you on the counter.

You gasped. “What?! Why?!”

So, that was the reason he didn’t win prom king. You had even ignored your responsibilities for a few seconds hoping to peek a glance at him on the stage.

“Didn’t get a date.”

“That’s impossible.”

“One might say,” he chuckled, this time leaning in closer till you swear you could feel his every breath, “but the date I wanted was a bit too busy running around backstage.”

Your jaw dropped in shock, taken off guard at such words. The wine had made you a bit more loopy, which is why you couldn’t hold back your laugh at his teasing.

“You fucking charmer!”

His deep laughter made your stomach tumble and fall, but despite trying to playfully push him away he remained still as a wall.

Wiping away the tears from your eyes, you looked up at him and noticed the intensity behind his eyes making you gasp quietly.

“Sy.”

“Hmm?”

You let out a shaky breath, the noises of nature outside suddenly more apparent, the love song playing tuning out the rapid beating of your heart as you finally realized the position you were in.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You shivered when he pressed himself closer to you, "I'll keep it to my grave, bug."

You gulped, "I think I've wanted to kiss you for years now."

You had expected him to laugh, to give you the same irritated look he gave the women in the market but his eyes seemed to have gotten more intense.

A deep rumble in his chest had you chasing your breath.

The same rumble in his chest let you know of his answer. “I'm sorry for making you wait then.”

Like a stalking beast, his quiet growls made a familiar warmth journey throughout your body. Especially when he parted your mouth with a gentle press of his thumb, his lips slotting into yours and immediately making you moan.

The plates on the counter rattled when the force of his body pushed into you, guiding you to grind in his growing bulge. You could barely keep up with him, surrendering and letting him devour your lips, his tongue licking every crevice sometimes guiding yours into his so he can suck it in his mouth with a throaty growl.

When the two of you parted a string of saliva hung and broke, making a stringy mess down your chin which he wiped with his thumb and making you suck it clean.

"Stay for dinner?"

You'd have stayed forever.

A routine between the two of you was surprisingly easily established.

Every morning, you’d cook your father breakfast and help around the farm if it was needed and by 9 am, Sy would pick you up and take you to his home where you would watch him care for the different horses he had adopted out of slaughterhouses. Depending on both your moods, by 11 you would either start cooking for lunch or just drive to town to eat.

By then, the world was at the palm of your hands.

The rest of the day was usually spent on Sy teaching you how to properly ride a horse, sometimes you’re riding … something else. But the repetitive nature somehow never bored you. In fact, it was almost pleasant to have such a predictable day by day.

“Why’d you come back?”

The rough tendrils of hair gently interrupted your musings.

“Hmm?”

Sy pressed kisses on the length of your spine, his untamed beard slightly irritating each inch of skin. With a grunt, you let yourself be turned on your back, cupping his face to press another passionate kiss on his lips.

He hovered over you, his scarred chest covered up by the puff of fur covering the expanse of it. You couldn’t help but run your hands across it.

“You somehow had managed to let me yap out all my stories from childhood yet you keep everything about you a secret,” he whispered in your ear, though the light tone told you he wasn’t mad at the slightest. “You play an unfair game, woman.”

A smile played on your lips which made an adorable frown you were all too familiar with appearing on his forehead.

“I …” he leaned in closer, letting you run your hands on his hair as if he knows it brings him comfort. “I think I wasn’t strong enough for the city.”

His frown deepened but he remained quiet. You were thankful for that.

“It was beautiful, really. I was mesmerized,” your eyes grew distant as you remembered the skyscrapers, the crowd that always had somewhere to be, the car rides to glamorous parties with your glamorous friends and the facade they wear to make the rest of the world envy them. You remember participating willingly, getting drunk of the luxury and laughter yet somehow feeling empty every time you came back to your apartment.

You thought you had gone insane, your manager also thought so.

A couple of dozen therapists and dietitians later and yet they repeated the same old sentiment: you were looking for something. Something to fill up the hole that couldn’t be patched by fame and money.

“I had a breakdown,” it was embarrassing to admit but his warm gaze let you know he wasn’t the type to judge. “I was no longer eating and had trouble sleeping. I was too tired to meet with my friends and … and I had this feeling of loneliness growing a hole inside me even though I was with wonderful people who did their best to treat me well.”

You could still feel that gnawing feeling in your chest, fear creeping up on you as you remembered the dark place you never wanna go back in ever again.

“And then suddenly, everything wasn’t enough. And I wasn’t enough,” it was quiet, the air heavy with your words, but he somehow made you comfortable enough that you still spilt everything out. “, every time I look at the mirror I wasn’t pretty enough, or skinny enough, or popular enough, And I tried, and tried so hard to not drown in that feeling but in the end … in the end, I couldn’t.”

You hadn’t realized a tear had fallen on the side of your face until a rough thumb wiped it away. Realizing you might have just scared him with your issues you tried to laugh it off but his face remained grim.

However, to your surprise he suddenly stood up, giving you no time to appreciate his glorious nude form when he leaned down on the bed and pulled out a chest before rummaging through it.

When he finally sat back down on the bed, he was carrying a magazine, flipping through it before pointing at a certain page. Sitting up, you peered at it, eyes widening when you realized it had been one of your first photoshoots for a small clothing brand. You had forgotten all about it as you had only done it for some pocket money but it would seem someone had managed to keep that relic hidden all these years.

“W-Why’d you …”

“Your father nearly talked everyone’s ear off when you first got your gig. Even gave me a copy when I helped fix up his old tractor.”

You tried not to cringe but he just chuckled at your efforts. “Did you like modelling?”

Despite the horrors that came after it you couldn’t deny it had been enjoyable. To be able to wear and pose with the art the designers came up with was so fulfilling. To see your beauty among the beauty of their works made you feel empowered even if just for a moment.

You nodded.

“Well,” he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder, running his lips to your neck. “I don’t know how much it’ll count coming from me but I think you looked beautiful. I see you in the billboards too when I visit the city and regret the day I didn't snatch you up when we were teenagers and you were still ain't out of my league.”

You cackled, sliding back into the bed as you tried to hide the flattery written all over your face.

“It’s true,” he continued, grabbing your waist and dragging you in the middle of his spacious bed.

“You snatched me up now, didn’t you?”

He hummed, a predatory glare in his eyes as he ran his eyes on your nude form, your intimate areas barely covered by the blankets he was slowly pulling undone. His shiny necklace hanging from your own neck, the one he gave to you when you had shyly asked him if the two of you were really officially dating. Now you and everyone else can see that you were his woman.

“I did, didn’t I?” his rough hands flicked away the strands of hair in your face until you were bare all for him. “I’d beat up those city boys with a stick too if they think they can still hang around you.”

You grinned, running your hand on his hair, eyes staring at each other as if trying to memorize each detail for yourself.

“What about you?”

He raised a brow.

“I know who you are, Mr.Bigshot-Equestrian. Did you forget you were in that fancy Forbes list?”

He had the nerve to give you an impish smile, like a child getting caught with his hands on a lie. Your friends in the city used to gush about him, the big hunk of the man who has managed to obliterate the competition and suddenly rise in the bachelors of the social scene despite never showing his face in any public events. He wasn’t the richest but he was definitely the most enigmatic. Imagine your surprise when they pointed at your senior posing with a horse and showcasing the field where he raised Olympic-level horses with the same rigid expression on his face as he does after each football game.

“I guess I should thank you for not calling me out the first time,” he hummed, rubbing his prickly cheek in your stomach making you giggle.

You didn’t want to impose in case, just like you, he came back home to hide away from your clearly similarly complicated lives.

“I love my job, I do. I mean, the company had uncontrollably gotten big before I knew what even happened but I didn’t want to lose the reason why I chose that profession in the first place, y’know?" He explained, this time playing with your fingers as he laid his head in your chest. “So I came back home and bought out all the slaughterhouses in the state. Most of them had been rehomed and adopted now but I’m still left with that mean one Layla till she gives birth.”

You had not been expecting that. It made your reasons so selfish.

“That’s … that’s really noble of you.”

“Bah,” he waved his hand, not accepting your compliment. “I’m just like you. Running away from my problems when it gets a bit too much. I think we owe ourselves to be cowards every once in a while.”

His answer carried warmth that you hadn’t felt in a long time. A form of relief that assured and placated your demons.

He was so kind, a bit rough on the edges, sure, but so, so beautifully kind. And he makes you feel good and accepted for who you are and who you weren't able to become.

It makes you want to stick beside him and never let go.

Cause you could get used to this feeling for a long, long time.

Sy had never thought of getting married.

At least not for a while now.

Sure his pops had ingrained in his head how to treat a woman properly and the importance of making the wife happy but he had never forced his son to follow his traditional values to the dot.

He knew his old man had feared for him even on his deathbed that his son would be alone but despite that, he just never really found the right woman that he deemed agreeable enough to spend a lifetime together.

Then his sudden and unwilling rise to society had made him a target for vultures of women whose eyes shined when they realized his massive bank account and the trust funds he could set up if they ever managed to pop out his kids. And that had just effectively and almost permanently discouraged him to enter the dating scene altogether.

“Sy! I see the lake!”

But the woman on his passenger seat might just change his mind.

“Don’t put your head out too much, honey. You might catch a stray branch in that pretty face 'a yours.”

Despite being dead centre of the social scene Syverson had loathed, you were surprisingly still the same girl in the bleachers that always managed to catch his eyes.

He had been familiar with you throughout high school, might have stolen a glance or two. But he was graduating and you had enough creepy seniors trying to get your number and be your boyfriend that he didn’t want to be just another creep on your list. So he just ignored whatever budding feelings he had and warned his group of friends to stop bothering you and let it go.

Time passed by and he suddenly saw you in every magazine and billboard all over the world as his business took him everywhere. He even bought a girlfriend the lipstick you had been advertising in some weird and silent way of supporting you.

But now, after about two years of relationship, he’s glad he no longer have to watch you from afar. Not when you sleep in his bed every night and he can finally taste your lips first thing in the morning.

“Can I go in the water first, please?” you gave him that pout that you knew would make him give you anything you wanted. He should've known his woman who had spent most of her days travelling all over the world and spending nights in the most expensive hotels, would be excited about the lake he had found while surveying a piece of land for his new barn.

When you had screeched in glee about it he had his men called early in the morning just to check and see if the lake was safe enough to swim in the first place. Thankfully, they had finished preparing it just in time as your plane landed.

“You go on, honey. I’ll just set up a bit,” he smiled, bending down a bit as you squealed so you can wrap your arms around his neck and give him a series of wet kisses. He quickly scanned his surroundings just as you were shimmying your shorts down your legs until all you had left on were those threads you called a swimsuit.

He had bought it with his own damn card with the promise that you would only wear it if he was around.

“C’mon bear!”

He smiled at you trying to playfully splash him despite not being strong enough to actually make the droplets reach him.

“Alright, alright. No need to get spunky, woman.”

Shedding his own shirt and shorts off, he dove towards where you were, grasping your outstretched hand to make you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You’re warm,” you giggled, immediately pressing kisses on his neck and jaws. The water was chilly but he just found the little bumps on your skin adorable.

“Yeah?”

She nodded, the same contagious smile in her face that was so wide it almost splits her face in half. Especially when he pressed another kiss on her soft lips, licking away the droplets that dared touch it.

“And you’re cute.”

He entertained you by giving you a headstart and trying to catch you despite the obvious gap of your skills and wingspan, swallowing your laughter when he inevitable caught you and pulled you in another makeout session.

When you were visibly shaking, Sy had carried you back into the shore and placed his flannel on you along with a towel. Thankfully, the sun had already been out and helped dry the both of you as he started on the barbeque.

"You look so hot like this."

Sy spared you a glance, smirking when he saw the fire behind your eyes as you sat prettily on the picnic table like you were the feast itself.

He lowered the heat on the grill, walking towards you where you had a freshly opened beer for him.

"You think so?" he grinned, playing along.

You nodded slowly, standing up to gently push him on the seat, Sy's crotch perking up when you suddenly knelt in between his legs and alluringly started playing with the band of his shorts.

"I think I should thank you properly," you gave him that puppy-eyed look that always brings him to his knees. "For taking such good care of me all the time."

His grip on the neck of his drink tightened. Either he is an actual pervert or your adorable face next to his bulging crotch is just painfully lewd to look at and would make any sane man painfully hard "Can I, bear?"

He pressed the bottle of the beer to his lips and drank it all in two gulps. Nearly choking when you were suddenly mouthing on his clothed cock.

Teasing minx.

"Be my guest."

You smirked then, pulling out his cock and having the nerve to press a kiss on his leaking tip just to really fuck with him.

Ah, he thought, as you finally pressed his cock into your warm mouth. His eyes zoning straight into your empty ring finger that was gripping onto the length of him.

He might have to dig out that old ring out of his old man’s chest soon.

“Hey! You’re late!”

You waved at your friend, her blonde hair bobbing up and down in excitement. Quickly flashing the hostess a smile, letting her know you wouldn’t need a separate table you pattered quickly towards your group, squealing as you hugged the woman you hadn’t seen for about half a year due to your constricting schedules.

“I missed you so much, you whore!”

You smiled and hugged and pressed air kisses on the rest of the girls in the table. Most of them were as well-known as you, the unofficial clique forming when your group kept meeting in every after-parties and gathering. You weren’t too fond of some members but most of them were pleasant and truly good friends. A little conceited and maybe a tad snobby to others but good friends nonetheless.

“Sorry bout that,” you smiled as you sat down. “New York traffic.”

The small brunch date was cute and pleasant, with small talks and updates about each other’s lives. Now that you were no longer based in New York you tend to miss out on all the juicy gossips and dramas that go down but they do their best to keep you updated despite never understanding the reason behind your big decision.

It wasn’t until you heard Taylor’s sharp gasp that the uncontrolled grin spread across your face.

“OH MY GOD!”

“Suprise?”

Your whole table immediately exploded in hysterics when they saw the shiny old-fashioned jade engagement ring that had been passed down in Syversons family for generations.

“Who is it?!”

“Is this the mystery man you’ve been dating!?”

“When did this happen?!”

You had expected this reaction but the rush of questions thrown at you still caught you off guard. Sy was never a public person despite the fame that came with his money so the two of you kept it pretty lowkey, your friends back here hadn’t even actually met yet due to your busy schedules and you just weren’t ready to share him with the world just yet.

You had moved in with him a year ago, it seemed like he was waiting for you to get used to travelling back home and New York for work before he popped the question.

“I should marry you.”

“Huh?” The pancake sat on the spatula as you froze just as you were about to flip it.

Suddenly a vintage velvet box was sliding down the breakfast bar with a shiny ring sitting prettily inside of it.

“I just think I don’t like having you cooking anyone else’s breakfast,” he rounded the corner, carrying you up until you were sitting in the counter. In your shock, you hadn’t realized that he had you locked in your seat and had already slid the ring into your finger.

“So I’m asking you to make me the luckiest fucker on this earth and marry me.”

“I think it’s about high time we meet him, noh?”

You eyed Anila, her raised brows and sharp glare had always unnerved you. She definitely had a mean streak in her, never once getting upstaged. You had a feeling she still thinks you were making up this boyfriend of 4 years just to have an excuse ready not to hang out with them.

Throughout the years you had learned to tolerate her and focus more on her good qualities but for once you wanted to have the last word.

After all, you still remember her gushing about your man a few years ago when she saw him in that Forbes magazine.

“He’s picking me up,” you smiled. “But he’s a private person so please be nice, girls.”

They had eagerly nodded but you were too busy cackling internally that you hadn’t even noticed when, twenty minutes later, their chatters suddenly stopped and they all stared at the bullish man walking towards you.

“Bug,” you nearly choked on your cup of tea when his heavy hand landed on your shoulders, his deep voice cutting through the white noise of the crowd. “Ladies.”

He clicked his tongue, grabbing a napkin and wiping your face.

“It’s real nice to meet yall,” he flashed that charming smile that had them all opening their mouths to say something yet nothing came out. Anila flashed you a look -- one of shock, irritation and one that told you she was impressed. “But gotta take my woman for the taste testing.”

You win this time around.

“Okay …” someone managed to reply but Sy was already helping you up your seat.

“I think I’ll be seeing yall in the wedding?”

They nodded and it makes you snicker.

“I’m still not sure, bear. I think they’re very busy.”

All of them gawked, Anila even playfully throwing a napkin in your direction but it just makes you laugh. “You best be in your best behaviour then, don’t you girls? Send your sizes to my secretary.”

“You all have a good one.”

You nearly pranced on your way to Sy’s car. “Had your fun, honey?”

“Tons,” you grinned, tipping on your toes to press a kiss until you heard the cameras snapping and you knew the secret was out.

You sighed, the mood now sour.

“Hey,” he opened the door, helping you secure your seatbelt. When you looked up he had that soft smile on his face that told you everything was fine. “I love you.”

It was fine.

He was willing to go through this all with you.

You had talked about it, going public. It was your decision to keep your relationship a secret and for the most part, you had been successful. But he had let you know his love wasn't that fragile. That it can withstand whatever the world decides to throw at it. And that if you could no longer take it he would easily swoop in, take you away, and forbid the rest of the world from touching you ever again.

It was going to be worth it.

Your love was going to be worth this.

You smiled, pressing another kiss to his bushy lips. (You had begged him on your knees that he doesn’t shave it for the wedding and that had been worth it too.)

“I love you too, Sy”

“Home sweet home, honey.”

You gasped at the house Sy had given to you as a wedding gift. It wasn’t a secret that he had been working on it but he had simply made you agree on which designs you prefer and what furniture you wanted in where before promising to reveal it to you if you don't run out on him at the wedding.

What he didn’t show you was how massive the property was.

“Oh my god,” you pressed your face on the window, still not believing your eyes that the cottage-inspired mansion is now officially yours.

“You didn’t sign a prenup so that’s all yours,” he joked, laughing when you gave him a glare.

“I’ll milk you for all your worth, Syverson, don’t you dare,” you threatened when he opened the door for you.

“Yes, ma'am.”

The house was beautiful. Homey enough to make it feel like a home but wide enough that it doesn’t feel stuffy. He had immediately directed you towards the third floor that had the master’s bedroom, showing you the walk-in closet you had been dreaming about with the view of the mountains behind you.

“You aren’t as sneaky as you think, bear,” you snickered, pulling on his tie as you walked back to the bed.

“Sue me.”

Your giggle was cut off by his lips moulding into yours, the warmth of his chest filling you as he removed his shirt and bunched up your satin silk to your chest, too impatient to actually pull it over your head.

Hot breath escaped you when he harshly bit on the underside of your breasts, his sharp canines running on your sensitive nipples until he had you mewling.

“God, you’re irresistible.”

“More, Sy. Please, I need more. I need you,” you gasped, drunk on the excruciating pleasure.

The weight of the events that transpired finally settled in you. You were married. You were married to the love of your life. And right now, he was worshipping your body like it was going to be the last thing he does.

And you need him.

All of him.

“I’m right here, baby,” he mumbled in your pubic bone, slipping off the stringy lace thong off to lay you bare to him. “I’ll take care of you.”

Sy had always been warm.

Every summer you roll yourself off of him due to the intense heat but he refuses and just grabs you back into his arms until you got used to it.

But you doubt the fire you feel when his mouth covers your core was something you could easily get used to.

He growled when you instinctively gripped his hair, finding something to keep you tethered as the pleasure he gives you rapidly makes you lose your mind. Especially when his bruising grip on your thighs forbids you from moving an inch off his torturous tongue.

“Sy, aah, i’m close!"

Not answering, he instead pushed your legs further until you were bent in half, pressing his rough thumb on your clit and spearing the meat of his tongue straight into your pussy and making you scream.

“Oh god, oh god. It’s so good -- I,” your mumblings was cut off when he increased the pressure on his thumb on your clit and made you see white.

“AAAH!” your legs shook, your entire body trembling from pleasure, and your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Your scream was almost embarrassing when it echoed in the rest of your empty home through the wide-open door.

Before you could think too much about it the perspiration in your chest was suddenly licked making you gasp in sensitivity.

“Y-You’re a dog,” you pouted.

“No,” this time he pulled on your dress until the only thing you were wearing was the shining ring on your finger that tied you to him forever. “I’m your husband.”

“You think you like it here?”

You turned to see Sy in a barely buttoned shirt and loose shirts, carrying two cups of coffee and a whole blueberry cheesecake the both of you had stolen from the venue of your wedding last night in a tray.

Rolling your eyes at his nerve to ask if you liked the mansion you now like to call your forever home placed in the area where his humble cottage once stood, you took one of the cups offered to you and turned your head to give him an early morning kiss.

It’s gated now, and a lot more secure, but it was still the same view that had made you fall in love with this piece of land in the first place. You know your neighbours must think the both of you are crazy and obnoxious for building your dream home in this desolate town but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

This was where the two of you fell in love, after all.

“It will do,” you smiled, standing for a moment to let him sit in your chair while you place yourself in his lap despite the excess space in the little gazebo Sy had built for you after you mentioned you liked to watch the sun rise and set in this area.

You had just spent your first night with him in your home and you could swear you had never felt so at peace.

(Or maybe he had just fucked you into a coma but that’s nobody’s business.)

“That’s an awful lot of bedrooms on the second floor, Sy,” he tried to act nonchalant, humming to confirm that your observation was in fact correct. “You plan to make me fat with your babies?”

He buried his face in your neck, his laughter tickling you. “I’d like to make some little gremlins, for sure.” he patted the meat of your thigh gently in the beat of a song you weren’t sure existed.

You smiled, chest fluttering at such a thought. Little Syversons.

“I think we should wait a bit though,” you turned to him, eyebrows raised. “I don’t feel like sharing you for a while.”

That made your grin even wider, your quiet laughter at his undying possessive tendencies getting cut short with every kiss you pressed on each corner of his face. Being alone together for a while sounded nice, it was something you haven’t quite had and had always craved for years. Daydreaming about the day you will finally spend your every day with the love of your life.

And it’s finally here.

He finally fulfilled his promise and your dreams of making you a home.

The chirping of the birds and the early morning breeze making the trees dance was almost therapeutic. His large frame protected you from the chill, as the two of you stared at everything and nothing at once.

You were home now.

“Neighh!” followed a crash and water spilling over the freshly placed hay on the east side of your estate. An old cranky mare screaming in offence at the consequences of her actions made Sy groan and you laugh.

“Goddamn it,” Sy growled. “Layla! Stop fucking around with your bucket!”