#fender x reader

[xbruised-peachx]

Yooo first time ever requesting anything on this platform but like. Gromsko? Fender? As dads 😳? Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure for more content with my favs :3

OHHHH SWEET ANON I've thought about this a lot, in particular with Grom, might make a render someday... eventually... when i have time... dont hold me to this.

Tags: fem!reader, pregnancy, critical levels of cuteness and sweetness, author is not responsible for baby fever caused by this fic, one-shot, not betaread

Gromdad/Dad!Gromsko ⛈🇵🇱

He's always been a family man, not even just for wanting kids. Learning to care from his grandmother, he knows there's so much more that goes into having a truly good family life beyond just having a big family. He knows the value of true familial love that some struggle with because all they want is some big lineage. He's seen swaths of men who just want to pass on their genes but then not be there for the family they helped create. He never wants to be like that. He wants to be like his grandmother, like the other men in his family; true, respectful men that bring honor to them through compassion, care, and true familial love. Someone that will be passed down through generations due to the genuine heart he has.

Announcing to him that you're pregnant would genuinely brighten up his whole day. He would sit silent for moments as a smile crept up his face, in complete disbelief as his mind raced. He would only be able to choke out a soft "W-what?", unable to hide his smile as it grew and he laughed out of sheer awe. Head in his hands as his mind scrambled more for what to say, struggling even to gather a thought in his native language, let alone translate it. You rubbed your hand on his back, worried about him but he'd quickly pull you in for a tight embrace, taking a deep inhale in as he rested his head into the crook of your neck. Pulling back, you saw as he had a soft smile, his eyes gleaming a bit more as he showed a soft expression, wet with tears that threatened to come out. "I... I think I'm the happiest man in the world right now."

Having him around during pregnancy was a godsend. Sure, his medical training was for war and not for prenatal care, but he would be trying his damnedest and reading professional books on care. He wouldn't dare you to lift a finger the entire time, making meals for you like he usually would, and cleaning the house. Whatever you are craving, he'll figure out a way to mix it up even if it's... questionable in flavor to him. He also adores shopping with you, picking out a theme for an animal for the nursery, going with lions with the warm orange and oak colors making it very inviting as he set up the furniture. He especially adored the small scale clothes and shoes, and you couldn't even resist the cute allure of the matching red and white tracksuit when it was in a miniature scale. The nights though were where the true comfort lied, just on the couch, watching a movie or show while wrapped in blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist as he softly rubbed where the bump was forming. You couldn't see his face due to the position but he would be looking in absolute adoration. He knew pregnancy was hard on you, but that you were more than willing to put up with it for him? He will do anything to make it easier for you.

Above all, he is an amazing father once the baby is born. He admits, he cried when he first saw them and held them in his arms. He wasn't ever the man to cry, but the pure joy made him break. No doubt too with him being a big guy himself, his kid would come out naturally big and stay that way through infancy (I think of the one tiktok where he says "you look like a busted can of biscuits"... feel like that happened to Sobi at least once). One of his favorite things to do is while the baby is on their back, grabbing his helmet and going over them, letting the little bits of fabric dangle down as he leans down, shaking his head lightly as he watches the baby's reaction, eyes going wide then a huge smile growing as the baby starts giggling. His own smile goes wide as he hears every time the baby lets out a screaming laugh as he shakes his head. Watching it all warms you heart. It warms your heart even more as nighttime hits and you hear a low voice coming from the nursery, a tune that is out of key but warm and inviting in his own way. To his side a "Goodnight Moon" book but his singing... He expressed how he wanted to have the baby know both English and Polish. And there he was, softly singing in a rocking chair, no doubt his baritone singing making a soothing rumble as the baby fell asleep against his chest; Oj, lulaj, lulaj... Maleńki sokole... Oj, jak ty mnie urośniesz... Pójdziesz ze mną w pole...

Dad!Fender 🤘🇭🇺

He's always had the looming loss of his father over him, that legacy being his driving force as a soldier. But when he got with you? A new type of dread loomed over him; would he meet the same fate as his father? The thought terrified him, leaving you alone to raise a child, he didn't want to leave another child with the same fate as him. He wanted to be different.

When you told him about the results of the test, you were worried. You knew he wouldn't end things with you but that this still was completely unplanned. And that made him think of his own parents again. He remained silent, thinking in his head of what his own father must have thought when he was told... but as your hand slid over his and he met your eyes, seeing that worry and doubt, it melted him a bit. He thought of how his father must have thought at the time, with his mission in Budapest, the situation in Budapest at the time... thought story had its parallels, he realized it was different. He wasn't a CIA operative in a different country, he was a strong soldier in his own way, now working for a PMC that he could break his contract with for the time being. He had a strong relation with Kortac and they would absolutely understand his absence. He realized he can make it different, he will break the fate. Taking your hand and meeting your eyes, he looked determined but caring still, a smile on his face as he spoke, "We got this... We'll be strong together and get through this, darling... I'll be here for you."

With his break from Kortac he was more than willing to care for you while you were pregnant. His love of working out meant he had plenty of vitamins to help out both you and the baby, but also he was more than willing to grab new ones that were specialized for prenatal. Anytime you passed out on the couch, taking a nap just from the sheer work of your body growing your child. He'd smile and lift you with ease to the bed, often just taking a moment to lay with you while you rested. It warmed his heart being there for you. He had no mission professionally, just the goal of being there for you and supporting you. He felt less dread as time went on and he saw you happily walking around the home, smiling as you leaned on the doorway to the new nursery as he put together the complicated furniture.

When the baby was born, he couldn't ever describe the elation he felt. His own father dying before he was born, he finally felt at ease as he proved he could break the cycle, that it wasn't his destiny to have the same fate as his father, even if there was parallels. He'd carry everything for you out of the hospital, including the baby themself. And he always wanted to be there for you and the baby after, he was often the one getting up in the middle of the night when they cried, not minding at all as he savored every moment he got with them. He loved spending tummy time with you and them, encouraging the lil' thing as they grew and got stronger. Every moment was so precious to him, and he was glad to be there. Though his dad seemed before to be an omen, now he couldn't help but think of him positively, hoping wherever he was that he could see the proud man he left on this world, now a proud father.

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[inncubus-honey]

fantasy cod au ii

yay!! more military personnel to dream about!!! the characters in this are a mix of specgru and kortac operators; some faves and some underrated faves (imo) but I also did a bit of ooc for them cause we don't that much about a lot of them, so im filing the blanks with some hcs. hope y'all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed <3.

cod operators x gn!reader

Word Count: 6.96k

a/n: also includes poorly google translated sentences and cute original language nicknames <3

gromsko- glaive

due to seeing hussars’ as a child, gromsko always wanted to be one. a strong cavalryman, racing across the battlefield with a polearm in his hand as he was rode in on metal armor and his wings beating against the wind. normally they would sabres, but gromsko thought it was too short for close range fighting, so he ditched it in place of a glaive. they’re like a normal lance, but are forged with a small hook on the other side to catch riders off their horses.

as you gathered vegetables and fruits from your garden for that nights dinner, thundering sounds of hooves alerted you to look up from picking the food. making your way to the entrance of the grounds, the figure on the horse getting closer with clinking metal sounds also reaching your ears.

setting down the basket resting against your hip, the bigger figure came into view with metal wings on the back armor, red coat and twig covered helmet then bringing the horse to a stop. a smile spread across your lips as you raced towards the figure who held their arms out to you.

“sobie!” you would recognize your bear of a husband from anywhere. a soft smile graced his lips as he caught you in his arms, walking towards you and his home. engulfing you in a warm, bear hug that you had missed for the past two weeks made every moment of missing him worth it.

“moje perełko(my pearl)! i’ve missed you greatly…” his thick accent that rumbled into your bones, also made your heart flutter from the comfort it brought. he shoved face in the crooked of your neck, taking in the familiar scent of your skin and hair. closing his eyes and bringing your bodies as close as he could, gromsko took in everything he had missed in the time he was gone at battle.

“i thought you wouldnt be back until next week.” bringing your face out of his shoulder, you gazed upon his still sharp features and atlantic blue eyes. a hand was also brought up to his jaw which he gladly leaned into, resting upon it gently as his strong arms supported your body.

“we won, so we got to come home early. teraz daj mi buziaka, moje perełko (now give me a kiss, my pearl).” whispering upon your lips, you pressed them together and let out a content hum. gromsko secured you closer to his body, he made his way back towards yalls house so he could make up for time lost at battle.

gus- morningstar and shield

seeing royal guards visit through his village as a child, it really inspired him to join the guards to fight and protect his village. but they denied him from joining so he heard about specgru, a mercenary group that would allow anyone and everyone who wanted to join to do so. gus was excited to have found people who wanted to protect people just like him. when they started traveling around to different cities and towns, when he met you thats when he felt complete in his soul.

setting his weapons down by his tent for the night, gus then took a seat by the fire right next to you. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his as he shoved his face into your hair.

leaning into his touch, you gave a soft sigh as gus traced a pattern into your exposed skin. the rest of specgru were talking amongst themselves around the tents, gus and you were contently eating stew that luna made that night.

“mi corazón de melón(my melon heart); you did wonderful out there today.” a soft whisper graced your ears as gus brushes his nose against your temple. a client had payed for us to track down someone who had stolen from them, under the act of an injured soldier.

unknown to us, the thief had a crew with them which meant they wouldnt had over the stolen goods easily. a soft giggle left your lips as gus brought his lips down your jawline and neck. bringing a hand up to rest upon his open chest as he brought your body to his.

“gus..oso(bear) what if someone sees u-us?” you squeaked as gus left little bites along the column of your neck. leaving one last kiss on your freshly kissed skin, gus pulled away to greet you with a smirk.

“just rewarding my brave warrior for all their hard work on the field.” whiskey colored eyes bore into yours, a hand was brought up to brush away baby hairs from your eyes.

“such a clingy oso…” a giggle left your lips as you stood up and dragged gus towards yalls tent.

“ooh, mi corazón de melón wants to celebrate tonight…” gus smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as you made your way into the tent.

luna- dual kamas

know for her grab and go abilities when specgru needed to find certain people. she also uses them as climbing tools which allows quick up and down movements for quick land surveying. luna kinda liked to keep to herself in specgru, but over time she got closer to everyone. also she does most night watches; she doesnt mind staying for long periods at a time and doing more survey work. (since luna is singaporean and they have four national languages, i went with malay cause its the official language, in case anyones curious.)

“mana matahari saya?! semua orang naik angin!(where is my sun?! everyone is getting on my nerves!)” luna mumbled to herself as she walked through the camp, looking for her partner, you.

after doing another quick survey upon reyes’ request when she was moving down the tree that she had climbed up, a weak branch broke under her causing her to fall the rest of the way. as she couldnt find you all over the camp, luna grumbled to herself as she took a sit at the campfire with zimo and reyes who were talking amongst themselves.

while you were out in the woods nearby, looking for any interesting new herbs for your medicines and just any to restock on other herbs. upon entering back into camp, you see your luna sitting at the fire, crouched over herself with zimo and reyes talking amongst themselves.

“im back.” you announced which caused lunas eyes to snap in your direction, looking over her folding arms that rested on her knees. you walked towards them with a basket full of herbs on your hip, a small smile graced you as saw zimo and reyes chuckle to themselves as they watched luna.

“matahari saya! where were you? Saya bimbang tentang anda?(i was worried about you).” luna jumped up from her spot, bringing you into a hug as she rested her head upon yours. you stifled a laugh as luna whined at you for being gone.

“i was out collecting herbs for more medicines, moony.” smiling up at her, you gently rested a hand upon her jaw as she pouted at how you shrugged it off. zimo and reyes also hid their chuckles from how moody she was acting; this caused her to snap her head their way with a sharp glare to her teammates.

“lets go back to our tent…i wanna hold you.” she mumbled as yall started walking back to yalls tent. she brought you back into her side, an arm around your shoulder, the boys snickers still heard in the background.

upon arriving back in your tent, she took the basket of herbs from you and placed them on the ground near your sleeping bags. she sat both of yall down, placing her head onto your lap and thats when you noticed twigs and leaves in her hair.

“did you fall again, moony?” you chuckled lightly as she sighed into your lap, hiding her red cheeks as you pulled out the twigs and leaves.

“i dont want to talk about it…” she mumbled as you made a small pile of the twigs and leaves next to you.

zimo- trident:

zimo feels like a trident guy, i dont why, but it fits him well that i cant think of anything else for him. he would definitely throw his trident at enemies, but he connected a chain to the end of it so he could pull it back to him. he heard about specgru after witnesses them in a bar fight in his hometown. zimo felt like there was a calling to him as he watched them fight the rowdy bar goers, paying for the damages then leaving like nothing happened.

he circled the chain around his hand as he ripped the trident from the enemies head, leaving them to drop dead onto the ground. zimo heard someone coming up behind him, but before he could raise the trident again, an arrow was lodged into the person's throat. another dropped to the ground like a fly; he turned to see his lover lower their bow with a smile on their face.

“qīn'ài de(dearest), that was an excellent shot.” he nodded as you walked up to meet one another, zimo tucked his trident behind his back and brought you into a quick kiss on your forehead. smirking at one another, your backs touched one another with your weapons drawn up at more enemies.

“well, your recoil was on point as well, lao gong(husband).” you both share a chuckle as enemies fell before yall. zimo made efficient work with his trident while you shot enemies down with your bow and arrow, swiftly pulling arrows from your quiver. your bodies danced like the ballet of swan lake; siegfried and odette dancing in the forest under the light of the moon after her first transformation.

“you flatter me too much, qīn'ài de, but thank you.” you heard the smile in his voice as you heard the chain of his weapon rattle. wind rushed past your ears as you released arrow after arrow into enemies that seemingly had no end. the entire of specgru had soon brought the horde of enemies to an end, thankfully. blood soaked the once bright green fields into a muddy brown with bright red pops, your boots were caked with blood and layered with mud as you took a moment to calm your breath.

you took a seat on a fallen log, your bow sitting next to you as your arms rested on your knees, zimo took a spot next to me with his own weapon next to him on the log. i sighed, placed my head onto zimos shoulder as he also took a moment to catch his breath.

“can we get some meat stew with a lot of potatoes?” zimo softly muttered, above you as his head rested on yours. a small chuckle left you as you nudged his jaw with your head.

“of course, lao gong…” you huffed with a small chuckle, zimo brought you closer into his side as he wrapped his arm around your waist. you felt a soft kiss being pressed to the crown of your head, zimo brushed his nose against your temple as the night slowly started set in, turning the heat of the battle field to a somber gravesite.

reyes- crossbow:

reyes would go hunting with his father when he was younger and his fathers choice of weapon was a crossbow while his father gave him a small dagger to help with gathering herbs and skinning whatever animal of choice they had for dinner. as he got older and started hunting on his own as his father got older; he gave reyes his crossbow. made of rich cherry wood with silver metal plates for a better grip, reyes took great pride in his father giving him his crossbow.

specgru had taken a job that allowed them to stay in a town with a cozy inn for everyone to grab a bed. you had taken a double bed near the back of the inn with the fireplace going upon the moment you entered the room. you took a moment to rest your head as you waited for reyes to get back from the town. zimo and him wanted to take a look around since it was a new town and didnt know what it could offer.

creaking wood alerted you for someone coming towards the door which caused you to open your tired eyes in time to hear a soft knock upon the wooden door. reyes figure tiptoed into the shared room, you sat up and rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes as he gave a small smirk.

“hello my nighttime meadow, did you just wake up from a nap?” his words were soft in the air as he sat next to you on the feather stuffed mattress. you chuckled at his nickname and cheesy actions, thats the kinda lover of reyes was.

“what did you do this time, foxtrot?” you chuckled as reyes gave a fake gasp while placing a hand over his heart. he gave you a silly shocked expression as you giggled and lightly hit his shoulder as he let out a small string of gasp.

“my darling meadow! the fact you accused me of doing something while out and about with our friend, zimo, is such a g-g-ghastly thing to say!” you both shared a smirk as he chuckled and gasped. he pulled something out of his satchel that rested on his hip; you leaned over to try and see what he was holding, but he hid behind his back with a smirk.

“whats that, foxtrot?” you raised an eyebrow at his sneakiness.

“close your eyes and i’ll show you, my meadow.” with a little sigh and roll of your eyes, you placed your hands over your eyes. you heard slight shuffling beside you felt a light metal chain be placed upon your collars bones. a light peck was pressed against your cheek when you felt he was finished.

“now you may open your eyes, my meadow.” removing your hands from your eyes, looking down at your chest you saw a small silver pendant sitting there. it was a tiny lily of the valley pendant; your favorite flower, but you also had so many you couldnt always name a favorite. but one that always came first or second was the lily of the valley.

“o-oh…reyes, darling. i love it…this is one of the best gifts i’ve ever gotten.” leaning closer to him, you pressed a passionate kiss to his lips with his arms wrapping around you. “it…it reminded me of you, meadow. you mean everything to me, darling…” reyes gently cupped your jaw, bringing you into a kiss only to release small giggles and laughs throughout it.

konig- battle axe:

a large double sided axe was always resting upon his shoulder whenever walking into battle. the bleached streaks running the front of his mask, harsh and watching stormy blue eyes piercing through his darkened outfit. his hulking form over the rest of his teammates, konig was unruly on the field then acted like a mouse whenever in their camp. careful movements, his eyes always observing everyone and their actions as not to frighten or hurt anyone

konig held his hands to his front as he moved around the inn, trying to keep small and thoughtful movements as he tried to find a place to sit. many of his teammates were sitting amongst themselves, already eating and talking, so he kinda stood in the middle of everyone as his head kept on a swivel.

“konig, over here!” you called from where you sat with horangi who was eating quietly. konig chest was relieved of the anxious feeling that was bubbling up in his chest, carefully and slowly he made his way over to you. sitting down with you and horangi and his stein of mead, konig let out a small sigh of relief.

“gott sei dank, ich habe euch beide gefunden.(thank god, i found you both.)” he spoke, reaching under the table to hold your hand as you drank your drink of choice. you returned a soft smile as you could tell he was smiling under his hood as it reached his eyes.

“horangi found the table for us while you were getting your drink.” you responded as konig gave a thankful nod to his friend. konig carefully lifted his hood to take sips mead as you talked about the fight that took place just moments before. excitedly, you spoke of what you thought was cool and what techniques you wanted to try again upon the next fight.

konig only stared you down with lovesick eyes as horangi ate his food in peace. konig was content, he had been since joining kortac and meeting you, his liebster(most beloved). upon meeting you when he joined kortac, it's like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly or like he could breathe clearly for the first time in forever. konig would go to the ends of the earth if you had asked him; anything you asked him to do, he would do in a heartbeat.

“-then that cool move nikto did, i asked him to teach it to me later. isnt so cool, konig?” you beamed a smile up at him. he zoned back into reality from his thoughts focused on you when you finished talking, you gave his hand a light squeeze as he shook his head back and looked at you with soft smiles.

“yes, liebster, im listening to you..” he softly told you as he leaned over to softly bump his head against yours. his loving gesture he would always do in public if he wasnt comfortable enough to lift his mask up to kiss you. you leaned against him with a soft hum leaving your lips. your foreheads rested against one another as horangi sighed and rolled his eyes at the pda before him.

“​​토할거야…(i'm going to throw up)” horangi mumbled to himself as his pushed away his unfinished food. you and konig left out chuckles at horangis actions, pulling away for the sake of him.

konig- battle axe:

woldo is traditional korean polearm. it gets its name from its curved blade, meaning ‘moon blade’. horangi handles his weapon with great pride and graced for his heritage, also maybe…to impress you. graceful hits with the woldo and harsh kicks to enemies as he gives subtle glances towards your figure as you did your own fighting. but upon anyone mentioning it, he would absolutely deny it while hiding his flushed cheeks.

“stop shouting, konig! they could hear you!” horangi shushed his excited german friend as they sat in his tent. konig couldnt contain his excitement for horangi as he learned of his secret feelings for you. he told konig hoping he would have some kind of advice on how to ask you out.

“thats so exciting, horangi! im hoping they will say yes to your proposal!” he exclaimed as he walked out, not giving horangi an answer as he let out a sigh and hung his head in defeat. moving to sit on his cot, horangi just decided to deal with it later, he laid down on his cot and got ready to take a nap. until you walk in with a small smile upon your lips.

“horangi? oh, are you sleeping?” you started to walk back out, but horangi jumped up from his position, smoothing out his clothes. he shot you a sheepish smile as you stood at the front of his tent.

“n-no! no…i was just resting my eyes for a moment. anyway what can i help you with?” he rubbed his neck, calming his nerves as he was in such a private place with you. you pulled something out of your satchel that rested on your hip, walking over to him you held out a tassel of red and white thread.

reaching out to take it, horangi inspected it closely. there was nothing much about it until he noticed a small moon pendant hanging along with the thread. looking back towards you as you gave your own sheepish smile.

“its a tassel for your weapon…i remember you saying that your other one had fallen during our last fight. i figured why not make you one to replace it…” you held your hands behind you as looked the ground, not daring to meet his honey orbs that bore into yours.

“i dont know what to say…this is amazing, yeobo(darling).” standing up from where he sat, horangi brought you into a hug with his face resting upon your shoulder. ever since joining kortac and getting closer with horangi, he has called you yeobo and you never knew what it meant.

“horangi, what does yeobo mean?” reluctantly you pulled away from the hug that just felt so natural; horangi once again rubbed his neck to calm his nerves as he thought of an answer to tell you. but he decided that now was finally time to tell you how he truly felt, no more hiding.

“yeobo is…a term of endearment..for couples in korea; it means honey or darling. i've liked you ever since getting to know you on a personal level…i understand if you don-” before he could finish speaking, you cut him off by pressing your lips against one another. his hands coming to rest upon your jaw where you moved your hands to rest upon his broad chest.

the kiss felt like it was forever, but it was only a few moments of gently dancing your lips against one another. horangi never wanted this moment to end with you, it was everything he wished for when it came to you. but soon you both pulled away to have air reenter your lungs, noses gently rested against one another as your breaths fanned across each others skin.

“i love you too, horangi…more than you could ever know.” you whispered to him with a giggle and smile across your lips. you both stood in horangis tent, holding each other in contentment as konig stood outside the tent, a smirk hidden under his hood as he was happy for his friends.

calisto- rapier:

as the house of bourbons only heiress, calisto grew up in a home of luxury and comfort. not having to worry about her next meal, warm bed, clean clothes and the ability to bathe. but she always wanted more to do than just have maids and servants weigh on her hand and foot, so she secretly started training in the rapier, an elegant weapon of choice, she thought. when she and her family were traveling through the countryside, she heard of the traveling mercenary group, kortac. that they traveled across the country and world, taking on missions people asked of them to track down people and recruiting whoever would like to join.

“mes biche…tu as l'air si paisible comme ça.(my doe…you look so peaceful like this)” calisto sat at your side, just coming back from a late night mission. you had stayed back as it was simple intel gathering, just wanting to breathe for the night. by the time calisto had gotten back, you were asleep. cuddling into calisto pillows, soft sighs left your lips as you wished for your girlfriend to be cuddling you.

calisto softly laid herself down the bed next to your sleeping figure, sapphire eyes watched your calm features closely. calming breathing sounds were the only sounds in the inn room, the fireplace had slowly gone out just before calisto entered the room. the soft shuffling of bed sheets and creaking of wood caused you to shift in your sleep, calisto rested a hand upon your hair and gave slow rubs to keep you asleep as she wished not to disturb your slumber.

“calisto…when did you get back, dearest?” softly the words left your lips, turning over to her person as she continued to play with locks of your hair in the quiet of the night. growing up in the house of bourbon, she never took much pride in the name or many things in her life. until she met you; her mes biche, her second hand in battle, the one she lays with at night.

trusting no harm would come to her as she puts her still body next to yours, but shes alright with that. she will take every opportunity to show you off to anyone who takes slight interest in you.

“i got in a few moments ago, darling. do you eat before going to bed?” she cocked an eyebrow at you as you turned your body towards her. calisto smiled back at you as a sleepy smile graced your lips.

“yes, calisto. i used some of my coins to have a meal downstairs before the kitchen closed. what about you, dearest?” she nodded as the comfortable silence returned in the moonlit room. you cupped the back of her head and brought her close to you and pressed a light peck upon her lips, calisto eagerly returned the kiss with a hand coming up to rest upon your cheek.

passion started building up between you two, harsher breaths released from one another's lips, calisto climbed upon your hips as your hands attached themselves to her waist. she rocked her body along yours as you boxed her close to your body.

“mes biche, god you’re amazing. je veux rester comme ça pour toujours(i want to stay like this forever).” her words were breathlessly whispered across your lips. you nodded wordlessly, hugging her closer to you and sucking harshly upon each other's lips.

“i wouldnt have it any other way, dearest.”

fender- two sided sword:

basically a wooden pole with long blades on either side. hes also a fan of molotov cocktails, but only uses those when he has to cause he only carry so many glass bottles without alerting people. growing up he never like he belonged in his mothers village as people stared at him with dirty looks from knowing what happened with his father and mother, so when hearing about kortac, fender took the opportunity to leave home. he left his mother a note then joined kortac for a new life.

fender always dealt with feelings of not fitting in, so he had a tendency to sometimes in his tent and stew in his thoughts. he was doing the same today, after setting up camp for the night, fender went straight to yalls shared tent, hugging his knees to his chest as he mind raced with a million thoughts.

you had been helping calisto set up her tent before noticing he was missing from the group. once she was set, you wandered around the camp that sat at the edge of the forest you had been traveling through. once you opened up the tent flaps to relieve fender in the fetal position, just staring at the wall before him.

“édesem(honey), whats wrong?” walking further into the tent, you slowly approached him and hugged his shoulder as he didnt flinch or make a subtle movement which was nothing new to you. bronze eyes were glazed over as he stared at the wall, unregistered to the world around him; slowly, carefully you lifted a hand up to rest upon his left cheek and turned him to look at you with worry etched into your brows.

“fender? do you want to be alone or can i help you, baby?” you whispered between the two yall. the longer you held fenders face in your hands, the sooner his eyes stopped being glazed over, showing something almost like recognition to your person. taking a deep breath, fenders eyes closed as his tensed body slowly uncoiled and he brought up a hand to rest upon yours.

“sorry, szívem(my heart)…i-i just got into my head too much f-for the moment..” he replied as the worry in your face melted away. the corners of his lips didnt meet the corner of his eyes showing the tiredness in his face. you knew that he was like a burden to the group, to you and he was hiding so he could think through what his mind was screaming to him.

fender felt his body curl into yours, just placing his head upon your chest. you still held his face in your hands, his body releasing all the stress and emotions he has been holding in for the past week or so. he crumpled like a sand castle getting washed away by the sea; just feeling content with warmth and comfort of a familiar person.

after the leaving of his father back to america, his mother was distant(i do believe fenders mother is a good mother, but this just for this scenario), which caused strong feelings of trusting people and opening up about his emotions. when he met you in the small town pub, you were working as a server, upon being served, fender took immediate notice of you as you rushed the crowded pub.

bringing around drinks and food, fender watched in awe as you held all the weight of the trayson your shoulders and wrist. so yall got to talking for the three weeks they would be stationed there. soon he convinced you to join kortac and you didnt need that much convincing to leave the shitty pub you worked in.

soon fender pushed you down onto the dirt floor cot as he hugged your body like he would disappear the next morning or he could possibly forget who you were and that was a fate worst than death for fender. a baby-like whimper left his mouth as cuddled into your body, you pulled the blanket up over both of your bodies.

“you’re okay, fender…im here for you when you need to talk.” you whispered to him, pressing a light peck to his forehead before he drifted into much needed sleep from his restless nights over the past week; fender deserved the good sleep.

stiletto- dire flail:

a double sided fail was her weapon of choice, liking how easily moveable it was and how she could multiple people at once. most people took to her with intimidation at her 6’ stature and the scar that traveled along her face(i like to imagine her 6’) she kept to herself in the group and was alright being by herself. until she met you that is; joining the group at the same time as fender when they visited your village, she was drawn to you upon seeing your bright smile and shining eyes as you laughed at a joke made by horangi.

sal stood behind the rest of the group as you all climbed up the mountain towards you next destination, she kept watch from the rear for the group as konig was at the head. you were near her person which made her content on the trek, she watched over your shorter stature. every so often you took glances behind you to see if stiletto was still behind you, gracing her with a small smile whenever you would see her figure again. (im going to switch between sal, salvatrice and stiletto btw.)

it would be another few hours until you all had reached the village where your next assignment for kortac. you all stopped at the local inn to rent rooms, eat some food and get rest for the night. salvatrice wordlessy followed behind you as you walked up the room they gave you, she had grabbed your hand the moment you both started up the stairs. setting your stuff down in your shared room, sal stood next to you as she watched you flop onto the bed.

“salvatrice, baby, lay with me.” you called out to her as you held your hand to her; softly smiling down at her lover. gently folded her hand into yours, stiletto placed herself next to you on the feather stuff queen sized bed and felt relief in her feet and body from the long trek.

“how are you from the hike, amorino(little love)?” her raspy voice was the only sound to echo between the wooden room, you turned your body towards her and smiled and smiled softly at her.

“im fine, tesoro mio(my darling). just a little sore is all.”.all…how about you, sal?” your hands danced in one another, your fingers tracing the lines that decorated her palm as she watched with glee in her pale blue eyes. soon a idea crossed your mind which caused you to sit up with a bright smile upon your face as salvatrice looked up with slight confusion now crossing her brows.

“lets go walk around town, tesoro! i would love to see what they have here.” you beamed a smile at her, sal chuckled lightly as she watched you drip with excitement. she took your hand in hers, sitting up from the bed and opened up the room for you. an excited squeal left your lips, running up to her taller figure and hugged her neck to which she nuzzled into the side of your head.

walking through the town with sal, you pointed out all the interesting shops to you. from an antique store to the biggest bookstore you had seen in any town yet. she gladly followed behind you in silence as you geeked out from everything you saw from a beautiful choker necklace in the antique store to a hardcover, first edition of one of your favorite books.

but whenever you saw the price of the items, your face fell as you saw how you couldnt afford it. dejected, you would place the respective items back onto the shelf and walked to a different part of the store. what you didnt know was salvatrice would grab the item the moment you walked away, walking up to check out and brought them for you without thinking. you’re her amorino, you only deserve the best in her opinion and she would give it to you.

still you held excitement for walking around the town, you both soon stopped for dinner as it got later in the day; pinks and oranges mixed together with a background of baby blue. as you both sat down and outside at the pub near the antique shop, sal brought your dinner to the table after ordering inside. you both ate in a comfortable silence as you slowly started getting tired from walking around the town.

.“oh man, im tired…thank you for walking around with me, sal.” you flopped back down on the bed with a small as sal took a seat next to you, resting a hand on your knee and gently rubbed your skin under her calloused hand.

salvatrices’ mind wandered to the necklace and book that rest in her leather hip pouch. she tapped your knee to get your attention, doing so successfully, you sat up with a content groan leaving your lips as you felt sleepy from the warm meal you just finished.

“i have something…for you, amorino..” she spoke which made you tilt your head in a slight confusion as you wondered what she had gotten you. maybe a flower or dessert from the restaurant, that would be nice to eat next to the fireplace. looking over at sal with a soft smile, you watched as she slowly pulled out the wrapped up vintage choker placed atop the first edition book that you saw earlier when out on the town.

“sal…tesoro. you shouldnt have…salvatrice, they were so expensive, you didnt have to…” you words were caught up in your throat as you swallowed your tears to the best of your ability. salvatrice held out the presents for you, softly you took the presents from her hands and placed them on your lap, gently opening up the brown wrapping around the necklace.

the firelight bounced off the onyx that was sewn into the velvet band; silver filaments bands surrounded the emerald cut jewel. you gently lifted it up to your eye level and got a good look at it in the soft lighting. before you could say anything to sal, she took it from your hands and moved it down towards your neck and gently clasped around your neck.

“i saw you eyeing it up in the antique store. you deserve it, amorino. my darling deserves all great things…”, salvatrice pressed kisses along the back of your neck, slowly getting to every inch of your skin,”the beautiful necklace that compliments their skin as it drapes oh so nicely along their collarbones.”

you muffled the low sounds leaving your lips as sal held your body close to hers, ravaging your neck, the soft skin of yours.

“s-sal, tesoro…” hot breaths left your lips as your lover showered your skin with hot kisses.

nikto- sodegarami:

a sodegarami was a weapon used in feudal japan. its like a two pronged ‘trident’ with spikes all over the prongs and two blades sticking out of the top of the polearm. nikto stole the polearm off of a body when he walked onto the battlefield after escaping his confinements; also ripping apart the owners clothes and using strips of cloth to hide the scars that decorated his face. he had been kidnapped by the enemy when he accidentally wandered across them burning a body; he was taken, tortured and held prisoner by the scum, when kortac and you heard about what was going on at the compound where they were also holding other people.

nikto always took showers in the dead of night, never wanting anyone to see how disfigured his features had gotten from the torture he endured from the man who kidnapped him. hearing the shuffle of bags and items that were set up inside yalls tent had woken you up to see niktos figure, hunched over and digging through his bag.

“nikto? darling, what are you looking for so late at night?” a yawn escaped your lips as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up you pushed the plush quilt off your person as nikto turned his back to you.

“иди спать, не обращай на меня внимания, Пчелка(go back to sleep, dont mind me, little bee).” his voice growled out into the darkness of the tent and night. you made sure to keep your eyes still and trained onto one place, so nikto wouldnt have to keep stressing about you accidentally looking in his direction.

“nikto, obviously its important. let me help, Родна́я(dear). please?” softly your voice reached his stressed out mind. after unrobing to take his nightly shower, when he returned to yalls tent and he was putting on clean clothes. when he reached for his mask that he placed in the pocket of his bag so as not to lose it or get it dirty, he couldnt find it which sent adrenaline down his spine.

if it was the cloth he made from ripped up clothing, he wouldnt had cared so much, but after meeting you and getting to know you, you made him a new cloth mask which was one whole piece in one color. it meant so much to him after yall got to together, that someone would do such a sweet thing for him like this, it was his most cherished item ever.

“i..i lost the mask. i took it o-off to go shower, but when i g-got back, i cant find it. i-i swear i didnt me-mean to lose it-” carefully you reached out to hold his hand in order comfort him. you werent angry or upset, you understand that he didnt do it on purpose.

“its okay, nikto. sometimes we just misplace things, its not a big deal. how about you look on the left side and i'll look on the right and see if we can find it in our things.” you whispered to him, bringing up his hand up to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand. he turned every so slightly which allowed you to see his side profile.

you made out the shape of his nose and lips, those lips that you love to kiss or run your fingers across. nikto nodded at your suggestion and moved to the left and started shifting through yalls bags, looking for any sign of his beloved mask.

you made your way to the right doing the same, shuffling and sifting through everything in the bags. you could hear niktos grunts of frustration and huffing as he looked in one place then put everything back and moved onto the next place. soon under his towel, you found his mask folded up neatly where he left upon some of your clothes.

“Родна́я, i found it over here.” i held it out to nikto with my back to him, so he could allow himself to turn around. you heard a small ‘whump’ from nikto dropping the pile of the clothes he was looking through. his hand brushed against your skin, gently and took the cloth that was neatly folded in your hand.

you could hear the shuffling as nikto secured his face with the cloth again. then before you could say something or turn back around, nikto wrapped himself around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. despite his nose and lips being covered you feel nikto move his in such a way that let you feel the kisses through the cloth.

“thank you, Пчелка. i-i dont know what i would d-do with you..” his voice was low and tired, returning the kiss on his cloth covered cheek, you moved you both to yalls palette on the forest floor. nikto curled his body around yours as yall got comfortable and drifted to sleep that night.

thank yall for so much love on the first part, im sorry this one took so long to get out as i go to night school 7 days a week, but yay i got this done

#cod mw2 x reader #cod operators x reader #gromsko x reader #gus x reader #luna x reader #zimo x reader #reyes x reader #konig x reader #horangi x reader #calisto x reader #fender x reader #stiletto x reader #nikto x reader #honey writings #gn reader

[yawnderu]

OKAY BUT !!!!!!!!! if 141 has a spoiled, bratty catgirl then kortac for sure has a very naive and sweet puppygirl! she doesn't understand when they mock her or call her dumb, in fact she thinks that they're being so nice when they say "oh, so you CAN use your brain after all" or "wow, didn't think you'd figure that one out" etc. and laugh. her tail is wagging so hard and she's so excited because that's the biggest amount of praise she ever gets from them.

Yes yes!! TF141 and their spoiled, bratty catgirl could never!!

The KorTac men are so mean, always mocking you for that tiny pea-sized brain you have, purposely getting you riled up with their tone and body language even while they're being so mean to you :(((

They like seeing your expression as they switch their tone and call you their dumb little mutt, clapping their hands and speaking in an excited tone just to see the way your ass moves with your wagging tail, taking turns sitting you on their laps just for you to pepper their rough, scarred faces in wet kisses and licks :(((

Disgusting perverts they are, a group full of mercenaries taking advantage of a puppygirl who's always so excited to see them and has unwavering loyalty towards them, but they can't be that bad if they always give you the tastiest treats even when you have to lick different foods from their hard, huge cocks, right? <333

#stray answers #cod mw2 #cod mwii #kortac x reader #kortac #call of duty #colonel könig #cod #fender takacs #kortac x female!reader #mw2 x you #mw2 x reader #mw3 x reader #dog hybrid!reader #puppy!reader #hybrid reader #hybrid

[konigsblog]

rockstar!kortac with their groupie girl... 🎸

everytime they have a concert, you're always welcomed backstage, just for a ‘little chat’. seeing their sweaty bodies and their muscles prominent, having a good night with their fans.

you're their little plaything. everytime there's a concert, you're there and always at the front, looking up at the band members as they take a swig of their water beside them.

coming backstage and sucking off a member, whether that be hutch, könig, horangi, stiletto, ect... you're just a little toy for them to use; always babbling for their hard cocks and getting your cunt used by them in a hotel room :(

broad hips meeting your tight ass when they fill your wet pussy again, spurting deep into your hole, giving zero watery eyes as hutch grinds his hips against you. and könig just loves to fuck your throat whilst he eats you out all nicely! dragging the tip of his tongue back and forth along your slit while you take him down halfway, sucking him off while the others either push your head down to the base, or touch themselves to the sight.

or your face forced into roze's cunt while being given backshots. whining and whimpering while you pulse around a thick dick rapidly. you're not even sure who it is, but by the sounds of the grunt's; you believe it's o'connor fucking deep into your asshole.

i'll post about rockstar!141 later... 😵‍💫

#orla speaks #kortac #rozlin roze helms #darnell hutch hutchinson #declan o'conner #kim horangi hong jin #könig #tor arskel eriksen #fender takacs #callisto allard #call of duty modern warfare #modern warefare ii #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod x y/n #cod imagine #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #cod headcanons

[cheralith]

cw: gn!reader, no pronouns used, some verbal fighting (not extreme), i have a habit of making suguru be an asshole haha

thinking about bandmate!suguru who makes u irritated just by looking at him... the snarky rhythm guitarist who narrows his eyes at your presence when you join the club via shoko, your childhood friend. satoru is delighted to meet you, exclaiming that the many designs that adorned your bass told him all he needed to know about you. iori is thankful that there’s another girl in the band, comparing you to a spring’s breath of fresh air amidst the stench of two specific men.

but suguru feels as if there’s something wrong about you… something that doesn’t fit into the usual dynamic—and he doesn’t do a good job of hiding it. he’ll ask aloud via practice whether bass is that important to the band, or that satoru is a jack of all trades! why couldn’t he do it? the best he’ll do is feign nicety and say the most passive aggressive things (“yeah we could do that, but this is better, y’know?”). his insults are soft-spoken, but they’re just as icy and if not, more sharp tongued than if he was yelling. don’t make a mistake, because his ears are just as sharp as his eyes and he’ll cut the song short if you play a wrong note or if you play it too fast. he’ll spend more time lecturing you about the importance of perfection rather than actually correcting your mistake and he doesn’t notice that it irritates not only you, but satoru, shoko, and iori as well.

you were fine with it for the first few weeks, obviously not wanting to get on the rest of the band’s bad side, but it came to a point where you refused to be a doormat and started retaliating with equal fervor. suguru is taken aback the first time you spit his own fire in his face, but ever since then, it’s almost like a game of catch between you two every practice. satoru had to pick you up by the scruff like a kitten one time to stop you from pouncing on suguru after he called you a poser.

it’s become like breathing at this point—suguru says something to tick you off and in a flash of a second, you snap back. the other three have long tried to help you both, sighing and shaking their head every time suguru smirk grows wider as your insults grow exponentially. he’s fueling his own fire and god forbid they put it out.

it comes to a boiling point, eventually. he should’ve seen it coming—all of them should. perhaps it was the way satoru, shoko, and iori automatically looked up to see your reaction the moment suguru finished words that slowly burned into your flesh, making you all halt your practicing.

“i don’t even know why you joined. you’re not that good, anyways.”

suguru himself had to take a moment to process what he had said, awaiting your reaction from your frozen self with not even your fingertips moving.

the entirety of the garage goes still, and before shoko snaps at him to apologize, he scoffs at your silence and lightly pushes your shoulder to make you face him. “yo, did you hear what i said?”

you don’t respond, but instead, you start to pack up your bass and other arrays silently. the other three dread what’s about to happen in the next few seconds, and look to suguru to send him a message but he sighs and shakes his head, something regarding you being deaf slipping his tongue.

the clicks of the clasps on your case are the only things that echo through the garage. your grip on your amp tightens and despite battle of the bands coming up in less than three weeks, you turn your head to the rest of them, making sure to properly make eye contact with a familiar purple hue, you mutter,

“find another bassist. i quit.”

#id imagine their band be a mix of alt rock+indie rock+pop punk almost #geto has a dark red fender while reader has a dark blue epiphone 👍 #yes i plan i making a pt 2 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto #geto suguru #getou suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #suguru x reader #geto x you #gojo satoru #gojo #ieiri shoko #shoko ieiri #utahime iori #utahime #gn!reader #gn!y/n

[pacifymebby]

They Say I'm Too Young To Love You / Sam Fender

after many months? of waiting here it is The long awaited, something of myth, age gap HC. Did we ever really think it would materialise? its actually so long now sorry, if you hate it tough you'll get what yer given xoxo

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🐇 You're at an afters with your best friend from uni, she's Deans little sister and she's been promising to introduce you to her brother and his friends for ages...

🪽 At 22 you're still pretty young, quite shy for your age and though you wanted to come to the party, and you are enjoying yourself... A raging afters isn't exactly your comfort zone. You're gazing around the packed out room a little overwhelmed and a little in awe... You're sure there's more people in this one room than you've been friends with your entire life... And you know they're all here for one person only... Sam

🐇 Obviously you know who he is. Even if you didn't know who he was your friends told you so much about him and the rest of her brothers pals they'd have felt like celebrities anyway... And really that's why you're nervous to meet them. Your friend keeps telling you how much you'll love them, and how they'll all really like you too... You're worried to let everyone down by being too shy, too boring.

🪽 Cause you just don't feel like you're going to fit in, they're all so loud, their laughter carries through the room, they're enigmatic too, from the doorway you've watched them hold everyone's attention all evening, everyone seems to be lit up in their presence... You have that feeling of longing to be a part of it all but not entirely sure if you possibly can be.

🐇 they're older than you too and that doesn't help, you feel small standing in the doorway, but when you finally do meet them all and your friends introducing you you feel even smaller still.

🪽 Sam actually stands up when you're introduced, it's a little awkward when he reaches out to shake your hand but then decides against it laughing at himself. Youre not even that much smaller than him but you feel tiny looking up at him, and oh so shy.

🐇 You feel even smaller when all you manage to squeak out to anyone is a little "hi" your voice barely being heard over the music and chatter of other people. But Sam hears you, he hasn't taken his eyes off you since you were introduced and he still hasn't sat down... Everyone else seems to move on with their conversation, the joke Dean had been in the middle of stealing everyone else's attention away as you hover awkwardly in front of Sam. You're not looking at him, you're looking at your shoes, fiddling with your fingers nervously. But he can't take his eyes off you, how pretty you he thinks you are, the little self-concious pink stain on your cheeks...

🪽 You're surprised when he reaches out to touch your arm, nodding for the settee and telling you to sit down. "What're you drinking?" He asks seeing your empty hands, grinning when you shrug shyly and admit that you don't know.

🐇 He feels immediately protective of you, you don't really seem like the sort of lass Dean's little sister should be abandoning in the middle of a raging afters and even though he can tell he's making you nervous, he's stubborn about looking after you and taking you under his wing. He just can't leave you on your own.

🪽 "You wait reet there for me y/n, don't move a muscle..." He says locking eyes with you as he points his index finger at you and backs away into the crowded room. Obviously you'd nowhere else to go even if you had wanted to get up and leave... But you don't want to leave...

🐇 from the second youd looked up into his eyes youd known you had a crush on him... you can feel all of the tell tale signs, the racing heartbeat, the tight feeling in your throat, the heat in your cheeks, what's worse is that you know the evidence is there for him to see on your face.

🪽 And can he tell you have a crush on him? Yes. Is he going to torment you? No... not yet anyway. He's not that cruel and honestly he thinks you seem sweet...

🐇 When he comes back he sits down in the chair next to your end of the settee and goes to offer you your beer, grinning and withdrawing it when you reach to take it from him, "wait wait you're Katy's friend aren't you? Divvnt need ID you for this do a?" He's grinning this teasing kind of smile, eyes lit up with mischief as he watches your eyes go wide and your cheeks flush.

🪽 "I'm 22 for fuck sake!" You say a little too quickly, hand covering your mouth and your embarrassed grin when you realise how loud you just were. Despite Sam's laughter however his heart is sinking cause he's just realised how young 22 is in comparison to him. You're definitely too young for him to be thinking you're as gorgeous as he does.

🐇 "22? You're just a wee bairn!" He keeps teasing you, you mistaking his endeared little smile for laughter, so when you scowl back at him unimpressed it's him left backtracking. "Oh thanks..." you roll your eyes, but the small smirk that tugs on your lips lets him know he's gotten away with it. He can tell that behind your timid smile theres some trouble tucked up your sleeve, he already knows he going to stick around to find out just what trouble you can cause.

🪽 He doesn't exactly make much progress with you that night, manages to get your name, your age (which at first sinks his heart because he realises that you might be "a bit young" for him to be as soft on you as he is) and that you're shy - not something you tell him yourself, something that Dean and Deans little sister both keep giggling to him whenever they bump into him throughout the night

🐇 because to everyone else its pretty obvious that Sam is soft on you... why else would he have hovered around you, getting your drinks for you, giving you his jacket outside when you joined your friends for a smoke...

🪽 He's just hoping you stop being so scared of him soon... And so are you because your friends keep forcing you together at every opportunity for their own amusement... They find it so funny watching you get embarrassed and flustered whenever Sam is around...

🐇But as much as Sam finds your blushing cheeks and the wide eyed looks you give when you walk into a room to see he's there, he feels a little bad for you and he's always the first one to defend you when your mates start teasing you. He's always waiting for you in conversations too, he'll be the one that offers you a reassuring smile, and when you go to speak but no one else hears you, he'll look right at you and make sure you know he's listening to you.

🪽 And actually as he gets to know you he realises that you're not quite so meek and timid after all... That you're only really shy when it comes to him...

🐇Once you've got a few pints in you that shyness seems to slip away (until he meets your gaze that is) Sam feels extra protective of you on nights when you're all drinking, he'll be hovering around you keeping an eye on things, trying his best to keep you out of trouble... Making sure you're wearing a coat when you go outside into the cold night, helping you walk with an arm around your waist when you realise you've had too much and you can hardly stand.

🪽 he's always making a point of teasing you for being such a kid, "you gen z lightweights like, you just canna keep up with the big lads can ye?" The first time you tease him back he's stunned but he loves it, "least am not an old man like you eh?"

🐇calls you things like "kid" and "little one" to wind you up, always making jokes about how you're practically still a bairn. The teasing is relentless, whenever anyone mentions any culture from pre 2005 he's always first to pipe up with something like "ah you're gan have explain that to y/n like reckon it's before her time" "I've know who Oasis are Sam, shut up!" If its movie night and you're watching an 18 he will always make the same joke... "You sure you'll be reet with this one like? It's a bit scary for a youngen like and a divvnt want yas hiding behind me all night!" Obviously he really is hoping you'll be tucked up under his arm hiding your face in his t-shirt for the scary parts.

🪽 for so long you're convinced that Sam isn't into you at all, that he just sees you the way everyone else sees you - the baby of the group, the kid who needs looking after - but that isn't the case... You might be the baby of the group but as far as Sam's concerned you're his baby, he just hasn't told you that yet...

🐇 He treats you like you're his already, offers to come pick you up from your work because he doesn't want you walking home alone at night, turns up at your house with food when he finds out you're sick, speaks for you in conversation when you get shy or drowned out by the noise. He's always the one to make sure you get home safe at night, he's always the one to lend you a jacket when you're cold. If there's not enough space around the table in the bar he pulls you up into his lap. He knows your favourite everything off by heart.

🪽 and when other lads hit on you he's the first to cut in and "rescue" you, fixing your admirer with a glare that scares them right off. The number of times a lad younger than him as hit on you and the first thing he's said is "isn't he too old for you like?" "Yeah yeah alright Sam you're not my dad..." but for all you roll your eyes at him you're secretly pleased how defensive and possessive over you he is. You're not really interested in any of the boys your own age, you only really want Sam. You just wish he'd notice.

🐇But he doesn't ever make a move on you because he knows you're so much younger than him... He doesn't want to pressure you and he's worried about ruining the little friendship he's finally built with you... He's waiting and waiting hoping that if you like him like that then you'll make a move...

🪽And eventually you do... Kind of.

🐇 It's one of those nights, everyone in a bar packed around one tiny table, you've had too much and you're sitting in Sam's lap happily sipping your pint, he can tell you've had too much because you've got that sleepy drunk glow in your eyes and you're really leaning into him, your head resting on his shoulder. Honestly he could hold you like that all night but he knows you need to go home...

🪽 When he tells you he reckons it might be time for you to go home you get brave and make a little joke like "only if you come with me..." which floors him. For a second he's speechless, he doesn't know what to say and when he doesn't say anything he sees your smile falter and he rushes to stop you from looking so sad. "Aye alright kid c'mon then let's get ye hyem.."

🐇 Because you're drunk you're being more silly than usual, you've got that endearing sooky kind of childishness about you as you lean against him to keep your balance. You're a little dizzy and a little tired, drunk, giggly and so sweet so Sam is really struggling to keep that safe distance between you. Especially when you throw your arms around him and whine about being too tired to walk.

🪽 He's such a pushover when it comes to you that he just can't say no to your puppy eyes and the cheesy grin you get whenever he gives you what you want. So he lets out a defeated sigh, laughing at you when you clap your hands. So he gets you up on his shoulders and carries you the short distance to the flat you share with Deans little sister.

🐇 When he gets you home he places you down on the front door step and slips his hand into your jacket pocket to find your house key. He has every intention of just tucking you into your bed and then going home himself but he has a feeling this isn't going to be that simple. And anyway, leaving is the last thing he wants to do.

🪽 So he follows you inside and persuades you not to have one more drink, flicking the kettle on to make you tea and toast instead... he's obviously been round your house before but never in these circumstances and he feels all kinds of nervous. He can tell from the way you keep rolling your eyes at him and teasing him with lines like "you're not me dad Sam..." "alright dad..." whenever he tried to get you to settle down a bit, that you didn't ask him back to yours so he could look after you and put you to bed... but he knows he has to let you down here, that the right thing to do is make you tea and toast and then put you to bed...

🐇 "This is very good toast Sammy I should invite you back to mine more often..." you keep making stupid little jokes and he keeps laughing you off awkwardly because god he wishes he could come back with you every night!

🪽 In the end though he helps you get ready for bed, reminding you to brush your teeth, laughing at you when you say you're too tired to take your make up off. "You'll be reet pissed off with me in the morning if I let you go to bed with all that on!" he chuckled at you rooting through your cupboard to find your cotton pads and your micellar water... "ceemon pet sooner you do this the sooner y'can be in yer bed like..."

🐇 but thats not what you want at all and when you get the face on he's confused. Then when he sees the tears in your eyes he's actually worried about you. "What's the matter lass whats that face for? Y'were gigglin a minute ago like..."

🪽 You hadn't planned on him finding out like this but the words just slip out and when they do you break his heart a little, make him feel like such an idiot.

🐇 "You're never gonna kiss me are you?" you say, your pout adorable but the watery sad look in your eyes tugging on his heart strings, leaving him speechless and swallowing a lump in his throat. Because he wants to kiss you, he's wanted to kiss you since the first night he met you...

🪽 "Is that what y'want lass?" he asks a little nervously, his voice thick with his own anxiety. He tells himself he'll make you wait until you're sober but he already knows that if you say yes now he won't be able to hold back. So when you nod your head he puts up a little resistance. "Nah you've gotta tell me darlin, with y'words like so a know you're sure..."

🐇 Thats when your own nerves catch up to you and you get a little shy, looking up at him with your wide doe eyes, little tears caught in your eyelashes. You're looking at him like your whole life depends on him and it's completely captivating.

🪽 "I'm sure..." you say quietly but certainly, your voice shaking with the anticipation of what you're hoping he'll do next. "C'mere then..." he says with a soft smirk pointing at the ground just in front of him waiting for you to come to him. The last confirmation he needs before he cups your cheeks in his palms and kisses your lips carefully and tenderly. "See," he chuckles as he pulls away, teasing you now that he can see you smiling again, "wasn't so hard was it? only had to ask us little one..." "Don't laugh at me!" you pout which of course only makes him tease you more. "Cmon little one lets get you to y'bed..." "Only if you come too!" "Aye alreet alreet am coming, little miss demanding! Couldn't get y'to say owt a second a go now listen to yes, making ya demands..." He can't help himself he loves winding you up.

🐇 So that night you climb into bed together, cuddled up and kissing, getting almost carried away, but when you try to take things a little further, your hand wandering to the hem of his boxers, as much as he'd love to let you carry on, he stops you. "Not when you're drunk lass..." you've never confirmed it but Sam knows how shy you are and he's about 90% sure you're a virgin so he's determined to make you wait for the right time. Even if you pout up at him and give him the puppy eyes. "Ceemon little one, s'bedtime, gan sleep now..."

🪽 The next morning you wake up, hungover, feeling messy as fuck, with terrible terrible hangover anxiety but when you try to push yourself up out of bed Sam wraps his arm around you tightly in his sleep and pulls you back in to be little spoon. Feeling him nuzzle into you makes you wonder if he knows it's you... Because suddenly you're so anxious, what if he realises he's made a mistake, what if he decides you really are too young... What if he changes his mind and leaves and everything's different and awkward between you forever?

🐇Turns out you really don't have anything to worry about however because when Sam does wake up he doesn't freak out or get up and leave, instead he snuggles into you a little closer, teasing you about your hangover... "How's Trouble this mornin eh?" He smirks knowing you're going to feel awful after how drunk you were the night before. "Well I divvnt feel sorry for yas little one, brought it on yourself like..." he grins laughing and kissing your forehead when you whine and tell him to stop picking on you.

🪽 He gets up, not thinking twice about wandering into the kitchen in his boxers to make you both a brew, not thinking twice until he hears a scream. "Fuckin hell Sam! What the fuck are you doin here like... Why are yas wandering round me house in your....Oh my god! Oh my god, y/n!" Suddenly Sam feels right daft because of course you share a flat with Deans little sister Katy and of course now she's put two and two together it's literally a matter of seconds before she's texted everyone and told them the gossip.

🐇 So when Sam brings you your cup of tea and shuffles back into bed with you, you both know you have unfortunately got to have "the talk" straight away, even if you feel hungover and anxious as fuck, because you've got to get your story straight for the interrogation... Its so awkward, you're so shy you're practically shaking and Sam knows he needs to take the lead but he doesn't want to put his heart on the line in case you reject him.

🪽 "So..." you start, fiddling with your hands, looking down into your lap so you don't have to look at him... You feel like a teenage girl then, blushing and losing your words, too shy to tell him how you feel. But to Sam it's all quite simple. So he takes your hands in his to stop you fidgeting and just comes straight out with it, "A really like you y/n... So if you really like me an a really like you too then a reckon we should just y'nar... be together like... If that's what you want..."

🐇 You want to tease him, say something sarcastic like "oh wow how romantic..." but you're still feeling shy and you kind of can't believe this is really finally happening so instead you just kind of nod your head, looking up at him from under your long lashes, "I do really like you too..." you admit, "so yeah, that sounds good..." At which point neither of you can help the laughs which escape you because this feels ridiculous. "Alright," he chuckles, "that's good, cool..." he trails off eyes flickering over your sweet expression, "give us a kiss then pet..." he teases you pulling you up into his lap to kiss you sweetly.

🪽 From then on the two of you fall into a very sweet, very doting kind of relationship. One where Sam is always looking out for you, babying you without really noticing he's doing it, you always depending on him...

🐇 Sam has always been one of the lads in a way but with you he's such a big softie, a real sook, he can't ever keep his hands off you, always coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck, your shoulders, your cheek. He's always looking for an excuse to hold your hand or have his arm around you, takes every opportunity to have you sitting in his lap with his hands on your thighs or waist.

🪽 He's so possessive but in the cosiest way and because you're a little bit younger he feels even more protective over you than he usually would. Holds you back when you go to cross the road on a red man, will tell you to be careful and then make you wait and hold his hand. Reminds you to blow on your tea so you don't burn your tongue. Will stand behind you at the bar or in crowds so he can shield you from rowdy people who push and shove.

🐇 He's a sensitive soul at heart and he can tell you sometimes feel a little bit anxious about what your friends and other people think of your relationship. You've never voiced you worries that people think you're "too young" but he knows you do worry so he wants to make sure you know how proud he is that you're his girl, and his way of doing that is to never shy away from PDA. He always holds your hand in public, puts his arm around you when you're waiting at traffic lights, will randomly give you little kisses mid conversation.

🪽 You're just as bad too, if its been a long time since you've seen him you'll run and jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist, burying your face in his neck and clinging to him. When you don't want him to leave or you just want his attention you'll sit yourself on the floor and wrap yourself around his leg... he's so much bigger than you however that he can still walk so he just ends up dragging you around the flat.

🐇 Loves doing little things for you, babying you at every chance he gets, teasing you for being too little... he'll open jars for you, always opens the door for you, leans over to buckle you in in the car, reaches stuff down from highs shelves even if you can reach. When you're going somewhere he'll be the one to look after the house keys even if they're the keys to your house.... "You'll lose 'em little one, a nar what you gen z kids are like, scatty as fuck..."

🪽 He absolutely loves seeing you in his clothes! His sweaters and comfies are always way too big for you but he just thinks that makes you look even cuter! It's also another way of showing that you're his and you aren't complaining. Sometimes he will put on a show of being really grumpy "aw cmon lass thats me favourite an a never get wear it cause you're always nicking off with it!" but the second you pout and give him those puppy eyes he drops the act and gives in. He loves that when he does get them back they smell like you. When he goes away on tour you wear his sweaters every day and often sleep with one in your bed because it still smells like him.

🐇 Because he knows you're pretty inexperienced when it comes to the bedroom he's really patient and takes things slowly... almost too slowly for your liking! Although you might be a little shy you can't deny how desperately you want him... but he likes teasing you and enjoys drawing out your needy side... He loves teaching you new things... but mostly he wants to bring you out of your shell a little...

🪽 You're so shy and self conscious about really letting go when you're having sex so Sam is really gentle and dominant with you, he's always telling you how pretty you look, how well you're doing... he's also always checking you're okay, "do you like that little one?" "think you can manage one more for me angel? you're such a good girl..."

🐇 He will "factory reset fuck" you until your brains a hazy mess and you don't have the capacity to be self conscious anymore... will overstimulate you and tease you until you're a whimpering mess come completely undone for him, all the while he'll be whispering to you about how pretty you are, how good you are, how you're all his.

🪽 He especially likes to tease you when you're sitting in his lap, will make you sit nice and still for him whilst he teases you, slipping his hands up your skirt, slipping his fingers under the elastic of your panties... teasing you and making you ask him for more, "cmon sweetheart, tell me what you need? Use your words darlin..." He'll have you riding his thigh shamelessly, your cheeks flushed as you beg him to touch you. But he always gives you what you want in the end and he takes care of you so well.

🐇 The first time you call him daddy its a complete accident and you're so embarrassed, it just soft of slips out... you're having really soft sleepy sex, he's got you held snug and tight in his arms whilst you're fucking, you're trembling on the verge of your high when the word just slips out, you don't even realise you've said it out loud for a second, your voice a breathy little whimper, but Sam does...

🪽 And when he does he smirks a little, not because he's laughing at you but because he's secretly very pleased you've said it... when he sees your eyes go wide, your hand clamped over your mouth though he can't help but chuckle at you because you're already panicking about it. "Oh my god sorry Sam it just slipped..." "Shhh s'alreet darlin," he chuckles, "s'alreet baby girl, let me hear you say it again..." "you’re daddy’s good girl aye?’

🐇 From then on he's always Daddy, he'll refer to himself as Daddy casually "C'mere darlin, daddy's missed yas..." "be good y/n daddys orders..."

🪽Sometimes though your age gap does cause arguments... usually because you're anxious and paranoid that you're too young, that he's going to get bored and move onto someone his own age thats more on "his level" or you worry that other people judge you and him for your relationship. You'll bottle all your worries up and keep them to yourself for fear of sounding childish and then you'll snap when something small happens like another girl flirting with him in public.

🐇 and hes a man isn't he so he's a bit dense, doesn't immediately clock why you're jealous or upset... so the fights escalate a little bit until you're crying and he's despairing because he doesn't know what he's done wrong.

🪽"Ceemon little one talk to me eh?" "fuckin hell Sam I'm not a fuckin child!" and when you snap he finally understands and he feels so daft because he knows you get insecure about this sometimes so why did he miss it this time? "Ahh bloody 'ell pet, cmere eh, cmon giz a cuddle yeah..." he's so soft with you, wrapping his arms around you and bundling you up in a big hug, kissing your forehead and ignoring you when you tell him not to look cause you look ugly when you cry.

🐇 "Divvn't be daft darlin y'look stunnin all the time like..." he says kissing your cheek and tilting your chin up to look at him when he's speaking to you. "Cmon pet look at us now aye this is important... a nar y'get insecure about us sometimes like but you've gotta stop bottling it up reet, start talking to us about it... and stop fuckin mitherin what anyone else fuckin thinks about us aye? A love you reet, thats all that matters, not what fucken Sandra up the street thinks about us... just us aye, an a love ye... even if y'divvina Superbad before a met yas..."

🪽The teasing never ends and neither do the cute little pet names but really you're glad of that, you love being his little one and having him dote on you all the time.

#sam fender x reader

[imwriting0verhere]

Absolute Bliss

As you’re making your way up the few steps to your front door, you can’t wait to finally be home with your fiancé. Sam was back from promo interviews and a photoshoot down in London the last few days, but you had spent all afternoon and evening celebrating one of your best friends’ birthday. You two only had a quick ten minutes together before it was time for you to leave. And as you unlock the door and quietly step inside your home, you cannot wait to spend the rest of the weekend in your own little bubble, at home with the love of your life.

Quickly putting your keys into the decorative bowl and taking of your heels, you begin to make your way towards the living room. Expecting Sam to have spend his evening there. To your surprise, all the lights are turned off except for the one in the hallway where you’re currently still standing. The man of the house nowhere to be found.

You check the time on your phone and note that it’s only just gone past 10pm. For both of you, that’s a fairly early bedtime, especially during the weekend. Strange, you think to yourself, as you turn towards the stairwell and make your way upstairs.

As soon as you step into the bedroom, a smile forms on your face and you’re itching to close the distance between you and Sam.

He’s sprawled out on his side of the mattress. Only clad in his black boxer briefs, the thin blanket covering his torso. One hand next to his head as the other one rests on his chest, ever so gently rising with his relaxed breathing. You can even hear him softly snore.

Both of your bedside lamps, as well as the floor lamp by the window are turned on and plunge the entire room in a soft yellowy-golden light. This is the definition of bliss, you think. And you almost don’t want to disrupt it, but being away from Sam for almost a week helps you make up your mind. You take the few steps towards the bed and carefully sit down next to his peacefully sleeping form. Reaching your left hand up into his soft hair, you brush some of the strands away and admire his handsome face. Starting to cares his face and slowly down his neck, your touch has the desired effect and Sam begins to stir and wake up. As your hands come to a stop on his naked chest, he carefully opens his eyes and lets out a sleepy groan

“Hhmmm…Y/N/N” a smile instantly forms on his face and as he wakes up more he moves the hand next to his head and engulfs your fingers in his.

“Fuck, what time is it? I was gan wait up for you”

“God you’re so fucking cute” you mumble to yourself as you can’t hide the grin and blush his statement sparks in you

“It’s quarter past ten or something, not very late yet. I’m honestly surprised you’re in bed already” you tease him.

He looks at you, slightly offended but you know he’s only levelling up to your teasing.

“Aye, a’ve been on the train all day, after a week of promo. Give us a break reet” he challenges you with a spark in his eyes, but you can see the lack of sleep and exhaustion clear on his face. And honestly, you’re just as ready to get into bed and have a restful night’s sleep.

“Alright” you say as you squeeze his hand and stand up “I’ll quickly get ready so we can sleep”.

Before you’re out of reach Sam playfully slaps your bum and sends you off into the direction of the adjacent bathroom. You quickly brush your teeth and clean your face after taking off your makeup, and not even 10 minutes later you emerge in only your knickers and bra, discarding the latter as you make your way to bed. Sam looks slightly more awake now and he eagerly opens his arms for you as you finally re-take your rightful place next to him. As soon as your head hits the pillow, Sam pulls the blanket up around you and turns your body into his side. Your head in the crook of his neck and half resting on his chest, one leg thrown over his. You lazily run your fingers over the soft patch of hair and start playing with his necklace that is perched atop. And you feel Sam start stroking his fingers through your silky hair absentmindedly, his other hand drawing patterns on your arm, your back. Every part of your soft skin that’s in reach for him. And you just lie there for a few minutes. No words being spoken. You’re just enjoying and refamiliarizing yourselves with the other.

Being away from each other because of Sam’s job is always hard, and over the last four years you’ve learned how to manage those times. But after spending almost an entire year with Sam at home because he had taken a break and just used that time to write and record, and him asking you to marry him just a few months ago, this week apart was harder than it ever felt before.

“Hope you had a good time tonight” he nuzzles softly into your hair

“It was lovely! The food was so good, Rachael made the birthday cake of course. She’s such a genius” you both chuckle at that, thinking back to all the tasty cakes, cupcakes and desserts she had conjured up over the years. “And Evie loooved the present we got for her. She actually couldn’t believe we’d all chip in for a trip to Venice this summer”

Sam plants a loving kiss onto your skin before he responds

“She’s really got the best friends aye” to which you lift your head up so you can look at him

“Guess she does aye” your voice gets softer as you mimic him and for a moment you just look at each other.

Sometimes you can’t believe you actually get to grow old and spend your life with Sam. You both grew up in Shields, being around the same friendship groups you have basically known each other all your lives. But once Sam started music and his career took off you’d never expected him to be interested and wanting to spend his life with someone from his small hometown.

But Sam always thinks he’s the lucky one. Never in a million years did he think he’d get to make music and have the most amazing and beautiful girl he’s ever known fall in love with him, and wanting to be with him despite his crazy work.

He gently cups your face in his hand and pulls you towards him. Leaving a soft peck at the corner of your mouth, he finally closes the distance all the way and presses his soft lips firmly onto yours. You sink into the kiss and move your hand from his chest around to the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. A soft groan leaves your lips and Sam uses the moment to dip his tongue into your mouth, softly nip at your lip before breaking the kiss completely. Still dazed you just whine at the loss of contact and open your eyes to look at him

“I love you so much” he looks back at you so sincerely and full of love. You can feel that familiar flutter in your belly that he always seems to elicit.

“I love you so much Sammy” you connect your lips with his again, needing him to feel how much you adore him. As you pull apart after a while, you tuck your head back into the crook of his neck and nuzzle as close into him as possible. Turning off the light and casting the two of you into darkness, Sam thinks back to the events of his day and how lucky he is that he gets to come home to you. Absolute bliss. For the rest of his life.                             

#sam fender fanfic #sam fender imagines #sam fender #sam fender fanfiction #sam fender x reader #sam fender fluff

[xcherrypie]

Sunburn & Silk dresses

Summary: your on holiday with Sam and he decides to call it an early night, for the both of you.

Words: 1.7k

Rolling over in your shared bed you stretch over and reach out for Sam. You both were currently on holiday with your best friend Molly, and her boyfriend Cal, in the most beautiful Greek island. Admittedly, you’d never been on such a chilled holiday, but spending it with Sam made it even better. “Sam?” you called out once you had registered that you couldn’t feel his touch. “I’m through here” he chuckled in response. “You overslept from your nap babe, we have to leave in half an hour” he continued. Oh shit, you forgot, you had a meal booked for just you and Sam at some posh restaurant you saw while exploring the island, the day before. Truthfully you were looking forward to some time alone together, as much as you love your best friend and her boyfriend you didn’t realise how little time alone you and Sam would get, even moments spent at your villa was as a group of four, dancing around by the pool, or talking the night away.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You groaned as you approached Sam, he looked so good, leaning against the balcony of your room, wearing nothing but his boxers and a golden tan. “I was going to pet, just you looked so peaceful” Sam smiled down at you as you rubbed circles on his back. “Come get back in bed with me” you whispered against Sam’s ear. He grabbed your wrists in response brining your bodies to collide together, faces centimetres apart. “I can’t, you need to get ready, or we will be late” he smirked, his lips hovering over yours as he spoke, for him to then plant a sweet kiss on your nose. You whined in response, knowing how much Sam enjoyed teasing you like this.

You free yourself from his grip, and head to your bathroom to get ready, Sam couldn’t help but stare at you as you walked away from him. He was in awe of how hot you looked, in his favourite look of yours; a pair of lace knickers and one of his cotton shirts. You were also sporting a nice tan, however Sam loved the little bits of sunburn that brushed your nose and cheeks, he found it adorable.

Sam’s mouth dropped when you entered the bedroom after quickly getting ready, he sat on the edge of the the bed, taking all of you in. He pulled you closer, to stand in-between his legs as he looked up at you, “look at you” he murmured lowly, overwhelmed by how irresistible you looked in your tight fitting, silk cocktail dress, that flowed out so elegantly past your hips. “Who you trying to impress ay?” he smirked jokingly. “Oh, no one that important” you sarcastically replied, leaving a deep kiss against his lips, as you played with the buttons on his loose fitted shirt. “Right let’s go” you laughed.” Before we actually are late” You leant back offering you hand out to Sam, pulling him from his seated position at the edge of the bed, he slapped your arse as you spun around to guid him to the exit of your villa, fearing you’d both never actually make it out of there for your meal.

Yourself and Sam had a lovely time out for food, full of laughter and pointless chit chat, Sam could do that forever with you, just sit and listen to you talk about whatever pops to mind. You both express how good the food was and how full you are now and decide to head back to the villa, expecting Molly and Cal to be waiting for you, for a night of games and drinking by the pool. And you were right, “ah here they are, dirty stop outs” Molly winked at you as you entered the villa. “We’ve been waiting for you for ages” she continued. “Sorry sorry, we were a bit late to our table and had to wait for a taxi back, but we’re here now” you replied, giving your best friend a hug while Sam placed himself next to her boyfriend, them both opening bottles of beer.

“As if we’ve only got two nights left” Molly exclaimed, slurring on her words. As the night continued Molly along with her boyfriend had decided to make the most of the fridge full of alcohol and as a result ended up a fair amount more intoxicated than both you and Sam. You didn’t mind though, everyone was enjoying the night and Sam just got more attractive as the night continued, the moon highlighting his features and his shirt moving with the warm night breeze against his body, you were finding it hard to concentrate. Therefore it was only fair you made Sam just as distracted as you.

Subtly throughout the night you do things that you know will drive him crazy, from suggestive eye contact every now and then, to positioning yourself on his lap during conversations. You know he equally won’t be able to resist you by the end of the night. While sat next to him you run your fingertips across his thigh getting closer to what you wanted by the second. He shot you with a look of both frustration and lust, only encouraging you more.

“I think we’re gonna call it a night” Sam quickly told Cal, whilst grabbing hold of your hand, already half leading you to your room. “Alright mate, see you in the morning for breakfast” he replied while Molly gave you a kiss on the cheek signalling her goodnight. You were worried you came across rude, leaving so abruptly but Molly and Cal were so merry you figured yours and Sam’s absence wouldn’t make all that difference.

The closer you got to your room the more you needed Sam. You didn’t have long to wait though, the second you entered your room the door was slammed shut and you were thrown onto the bed. “It’s been so difficult for me tonight you know” Sam spoke, positioning his body over yours, landing wet kisses in the crook of your neck. “Trying to keep my hands of you ain’t easy at the best of times y/n, especially when your acting like you are” he continues, straddling your hips. You feel your underwear soaking through, beginning to get impatient. “And how have I been acting?” You respond innocently knowing this would set him off even further.

Sam didn’t even reply, he just pushed his body up from the bed and stood at the foot of it, grabbing your legs and dragging your entrance to the foot of the bed also in the process. While still holding your legs in the air he stats kissing down each leg, making you whine out. “Sam please” you moan as his hands make there way up your dress, playing with the fabric on your knickers. “Hm not nice is it? Not being able to have what you want straight away” he smirked, looking up at you through his eyelashes. Without giving you a chance to reply Sam yanked your knickers off over your legs, leaving his face hovering over your heat. You find your hands playing with his hair, hoping it’ll encourage him to give you what you desire.

You threw your head back in pleasure as he took a big lick up your folds, “So wet for me” he smiled. “Hmm Sam” you croaked while he starts placing gentle kisses on your clit, you find yourself gripping onto the bedsheets. Sam notices and grabs your wrists pinning them to your side so all you can do is take the pleasure he’s giving you. While he starts sucking on your clit, your vision goes blurry, overwhelmed with how good his tounge feels, you sit up and look down at him, you have such a good view, but it pushes you over the edge.

“I need you Sam please” you plead. “I need you to fuck me” you continue, short of breath. Without hesitation Sam gets up from his kneeling position and in one swift motion removed your dress from over your head, you return the favour to Sam, removing his shirt. You continue to unbuckle the belt on his shorts when you feel how hard he is under the material. “Oh my god” you gasp, smirking up at him. “It’s what you do to me love” he responded, before kicking of his shorts along with his boxers in the process.

You start running your hand up and down the shaft of his hard length while he spreads kisses all over your chest, an occasional suck on your nipples, making you go crazy. You line up his dick with your entrance and he slowly enters you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “Shit you feel so good” he pants, thrusting into you deeply. “Sam don’t stop” you beg as you can feel that your close and need to release. As much as Sam would like to tease you all night, he too needed to feel you badly. His thrusts get harder, as does your grip on his shoulders and moans start filling your room. So much so it’s not until after a few seconds later you hear shuffling and movement from outside your door. Shit, Molly and Cal must be making their way to bed. “Sh, your gonna have to be quiet”, Sam half moan, half whispers to your ear. But as you feel your climax approaching it was harder to keep your moans at bay than you thought. As a result Sam covers your mouth with his hand, turning you on even further. By the way that Sam’s thrusts into you have softened and his thighs start to shake, you could tell he was about to cum. “You ready” Sam smirked. You nodded, his hand still covering your mouth to muffle your moans. “Fuck” Sam croaked, as your eyes rolled back at your orgasm, your legs also starting to shake. Sam presses gentle pecks on your lips then climbed off you, the whole time admiring how beautiful you looked, despite your hair being a mess and beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. He moved himself next to you, placing his arm under your head for you to snuggle into, “Fuck I love you” Sam sighed smiling down at you.

Notes: Hey lovelies, this is my first time writing smut so please let me know how it is, also the teaser for “Homesick” looks incredible, can’t wait!

#imagines #smut #indie music #sam x reader #sam fender imagines #sam fender #one shot #boyfriend imagine #Spotify

[partoftheband04]

The Last To Make It Home (with myself I am not so forgiving)

Word Count - 2.7k

Summary - You and Sam have been together for a while but you can't help but feel like you're falling behind and holding him back.

Warnings - None really, some angst, they're in a pub so kind of some hints at drinking.

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It’s only on the third call of your name that you look up from mindlessly scrolling through your phone, the sound of your local pub drowning out the people that surround your table. The loud chatter of old men, the music playing through the speaker, the conversation between workers - it all soundtracks your internal spiral that you didn’t even notice yourself slipping into, continuously absorbing post upon post as you automatically like each one.

You raise your eyes to meet Dean’s from across the table, lifting an eyebrow at him in question. He makes a point of looking to your phone then back to your face, raising his own eyebrow as if in challenge, questioning why you’ve been attached to it all night. You heave out a sigh as you put it back into your pocket and cross your arms across your chest, letting him know you’re not happy at him for pointing it out - especially in front of Sam and the rest of your friends.

“Going to get another drink,” you mutter as you stand from your seat, not bothering to ask anyone else in your desperation to get away.

The much quieter, empty bar is a comfort for you as you finally relax, reciting your order to the bartender. Ever since Sam’s music had begun to take off everything seemed to be getting louder and louder. You’d think he couldn’t get any more popular in your small hometown, but with every song the crowd that you both surrounded yourselves with was growing exponentially - chairs dragged to your table by people he had barely spoken to once as soon as you walked through the door.

It's not that you’re not proud of him, or course you are, but you miss the simplicity of before.

Before was calm. Before was just the two of you, mindless chatter as you lay bare under bedsheets, your vulnerability a comfort. Before was your small group of close friends, no secrets and so much love between you all, your family.

Now, everything was so complicated. You felt like everyone was looking into your lives and you didn’t have the power to keep anything hidden. Everything was loud. You felt isolated from your chosen family more than ever and there was nothing you could do to stop it, because that would be selfish.

How could you deprive Sam of his dream, something he had worked so hard for.

So, you suck it up. Literally and metaphorically as you take a sip of your drink for courage and walk back towards the table. Ready for conversation. Ready for loud.

As you lower back into your seat you catch Dean’s gaze again, another lifted eyebrow in question. You chuckle under your breath and give a small nod of your head to let him know you’re fine. He seems to be catching on recently, taking extra notice of you whenever you’re both in the same place.

You feel Sam place his hand on your knee in comfort as he continues his conversation with whichever random person is talking to him now. Your lips lift into a smile, and you stare down into your drink, his thumb rubbing back and forth subconsciously.

You’ve both barely spoken to each other today. Him busy with writing and you stuck at your shift in the town’s secondary school not sure how much longer you can handle the jeering of the teenagers who think it’s funny to comment on your relationship. You spend your lunches in the staff toilet trying not to breakdown, messaging Sam to check how he’s doing.

He doesn’t reply.

You know it’s not on purpose. He phones you four hours later once you’re already back home, lying in your bed, surrounded by darkness and scrolling through your phone. He’s full of apologies as he promises to make it up to you, as if he’s done anything wrong, and all it makes you feel is worse.

You’re holding him back and you hate it.

As a literature teacher you’ve read plenty of romances in your time. You thought the love and passion you see in the books was finally in your hand, but the more time that passes you begin to believe that type of love doesn’t exist - if you can’t have it with Sam then there’s no chance of you ever having it at all. 

After you left college, you knew you didn’t want to go to university but that left you without many other options, almost forced into the career of a teacher with the limited jobs you could take. You felt comfortable taking the job with the intent of figuring out your goals and pursuing something that interested you more in the near future. And that was fine, until suddenly Sam was touring and recruited almost the entirety of your friend group as his band, and you were left alone as they lived their dreams.

You’re not even sure what your dream is.

So, years went by, and you were still stuck in shields as the rest of your friends toured the world, facetiming you whenever they saw something exciting in an attempt to make you feel included. You would smile and laugh as they ranted about everything that was happening on tour but each time a little bit of you broke inside.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to figure it out after the small bump in the road you were dealt and get back on your feet, but you didn’t see that possibility anymore. You weren’t destined for greatness like Sam, and you certainly aren’t worthy of the love he holds for you.

But you’re too selfish to let him go. He’s the only thing you have left but you can’t help but feel that your love isn’t enough for him. Not anymore. He could get it easily from any of the girls that go to his countless shows.

You suddenly notice the lack of presence of his hand on your knee and find that everyone is getting up to leave. He hugs Dean, Drew and all the other guys (including the people that you are sure he’s never met before) goodbye.

“You know you can phone me whenever you need to, right?” Dean says as he hugs you, making sure no one else around can hear your private conversation.

“What do you mean?” you ask, faking obliviousness in the hopes that you won’t have to explain yourself because, in truth, you wouldn’t even know where to start. 

He grabs your shoulders as he gives you a stern look and tells you, “We’ve all noticed something’s up with you, and I’m not sure what it is but everyone’s worried. Especially Sam. And if something really is wrong you should tell us, we’re a family. At the very least you should tell Sam, you know how he worries when we go away.”

You take a deep breath, willing yourself not to cry as you stare down at the floor. This whole thing seems so ridiculous, and you can’t help but feel like you’re wasting the little time that you seem to get with them now.

“Shit, Dean. I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me. Everything just seems to be moving a bit fast recently but it’s nothing I can’t deal with myself.” You add a short laugh at the end to convince him further.

He looks at you as though he doesn’t believe you but ultimately just shakes his head as he rubs your shoulder and wishes you well as he moves to leave the pub.

You look to find Sam again and realise that everyone else has left. As you go to put on your coat ready for the walk home, Sam grabs your arm and stops you. You stare at him in confusion, but as he sits back down at the table you follow his actions without question.

“Right,” he says abruptly. “What’s going on with you then?”

The topic of conversation shocks you, not expecting him to dare bring up the distance you’ve been putting between the two of you as of late, whether intentional or not.

“Dean literally just asked me the same thing. I’m fine Sam, I don’t know what you’re both worrying about.”

You’re just trying to convince yourself at this point. It’s sad really.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. We’ve barely spoken since I’ve been back, and I know I’ve been busy, but I’ve at least tried to talk to you and keep this relationship going.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

You’re angry now. It’s not that you don’t want to be with Sam anymore, you don’t think you could ever not want to be with him, but you’ve been a ball of crippling insecurity recently and almost don’t see the point in trying to save a relationship that is only going to stop Sam from achieving everything that he wants to in the end.

“You’ve stopped trying! That’s what it means,” he says frustratedly. “You don’t understand how much I miss you when I leave, and to come back and still feel the same distance I did when I was four thousand miles away is quite frankly insulting.”

“You don’t need to miss me when you’ve got everyone else around you. You should be having fun and enjoying touring, not thinking about me.”

“That, quite literally, makes no fucking sense. Why would I not miss my girlfriend? We’ve been together for years and you think I’m just going to forget all about you the second I leave town?”

“I wouldn’t blame you.”

The silence after you utter those four words is palpable and you don’t have the courage to meet Sam’s eyes, terrified that he’s going to agree with you. 

He doesn’t say anything in response, but he does reach out to grab your hand. You look up as he takes your hand in his expecting anything but the concerned look you’re met with.

“You really mean that?” he sounds genuinely shocked, and you find it so difficult to understand why. You just nod your head a little, not knowing how to voice your feelings anymore after being put on the spot like this. “Put your coat on, pub’s closing soon so we need to leave anyway.”

You’ve really done it now. You’ve somehow said the wrong thing again and pushed him away even further and this time you don’t think you’re coming back from it. Once you’ve put on your coat, Sam grabs your hand again and you both leave the pub together, waving goodbye to the staff that you’ve known almost all your lives with smiles on your faces as if the conversation between the both of you hadn’t happened at all.

As you walk down the quiet streets of Shields, back towards your houses, Sam starts the conversation again.

“Have I done something to make you feel like I don’t love you anymore?” his breath is almost sucked out of him as he nearly chokes on the words, tears in his eyes. “I don’t understand what’s happened. We were fine while I was on tour. How has me coming back made everything worse?”

“You were fine when you were on tour.” 

He whips his head to you in confusion, “What?”

You sigh, knowing you won’t ever find a way out of this conversation as much as you try to find one.

“I haven’t been fine for a while Sam.” It feels good to say it. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I really felt fully okay.”

As much as you feel awful for unloading all of this onto Sam, you’re glad you’ve finally had the courage to tell him and break him out of the fantasy you’ve held onto for far too long.

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you.

“I just feel… wrecked. I’m not myself anymore. Life has moved on so quickly since everything happened and I just feel like I’m falling so far behind. I can’t keep up with you anymore, and that’s okay, but I’m just so sick of feeling like I’m holding you back Sam. I don’t want you to go away and miss me. I’m not worth that.”

There’s a moment of silence, just your footsteps echoing as you walk. 

“You’re worth everything.”

It’s a simple statement, he says it as if it’s fact.

“Don’t do that. You can’t do that Sam, it’s not fair.”

“What do you mean ‘it isn’t fair’? It’s the truth and I honestly don’t understand how you can’t see that. I fucking worship you. You’re not holding me back.”

“I’ve seen the people you’re friends with now. I see the girls that you know, that do music, that are just as amazing as you are and that’s what you deserve. You deserve someone beautiful and talented, someone that understands you and can be there for you. You don’t deserve someone stuck in their hometown that can barely look after themselves and is stuck in the past. That isn’t fair.”

You only now realise that you’ve both stopped walking and your voice has raised to the point that you’re basically shouting.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted.”

You carry on walking.

“That’s what you’re sorry about?” he asks exasperated. “I don’t care that you’re shouting. Shout as much as you fucking want. I care that you’ve kept this from me for God knows how long. You’re meant to tell me these things! We’re supposed to work through them together.”

He’s crying now, and you feel awful for causing it but there’s no way for you to see his perspective. You’re too conditioned by the social media you haven’t stopped looking at since his career took off, you’re too in your own head.

“I don’t even know how to fix this at this point,” he says. “I don’t know you can’t see how much I adore you. You’re not falling behind, we’re just… different. We’re doing different things with our lives and that's fine. It doesn’t mean either path is less important than the other.”

“It’s not fine!” you’re properly shouting now. “I don’t want to be a teacher. I don’t want to be stuck here. I’m so sick of this place Sam, I hate it. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Then don’t stay here. Come with me on tour, do literally anything else, you could do anything you wanted to.”

“I can’t Sam. I’m not made for any of that.”

You realise you’ve reached Sam’s house, the light still on in the porch. Your house is only about six houses down the road, and you know that it’s time to put this conversation to bed.

“Look, Sam, it’s late. Can we please just talk about this some other time?”

“No, we can’t. I’m going away again soon, if I leave this now, you’re just going to carry on not talking to me and we won’t fix anything before then.”

“Maybe that’s the way it should be.”

He doesn’t even look shocked at this point. He just sighs in resignation and runs a hand through his hair. 

“You’re serious?”

You don’t even have the nerve to answer him, simply shrugging in reply.

“Right, I guess I’ll see you then,” it’s all he can give you in response. “Please, just know I love you and, once you figure that out, I’ll be here wating for you.” He moves around you, ready to walk up the steps to his front door.

“Okay,” you say quietly, almost immediately regretting your actions over the course of the night, but not having the guts to take any of it back.

You can’t be selfish anymore.

“Get home safe.”

You nod and turn to walk away, not even giving him the luxury of a glance back in his direction, knowing you won’t have the strength to leave otherwise.

The walk back to your house is perhaps the loneliest you’ve ever felt. You flinch as you hear Sam’s front door close behind you but keep walking. It’s as if the door has closed on everything good in your life, forcing you to start a new chapter on your own.

You open your own door, met with only silence. You’re truly alone, truly the last to make it home.

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[xbruised-peachx]

I love your hcs! And I love that you write for Gromsko and Fender!! ❤️❤️❤️

I checked your blog to see if you're accepting requests but I couldn't find anything. 🤔

I wanted to ask how you think those two act around their crush before they confess to them/how they go about asking their crush out?

Please ignore this if your requests are closed 😅

(thank you!!! for a ref, my writing requests are open! pretty much only req i dont do is render request, but my writing requests are always open!)

Tags: fem!reader, not betaread, one shot, slight angst in fenders section

Gromsko w/ a crush

I've gone into this in Sowa Team but he's kinda the type to genuinely not believe you're single and just assume you're taken. I mean... come on, how could you not have a lucky someone? He admires from afar, adoring the way you talk, you walk, your smile. He notes the way you react when he talks to you though, looking away when you catch his gaze, a softly blush barely appearing on your laughing face. He never asks directly, instead hearing from others or from an implication from you that you aren't taken. He takes that and starts to flirt a bit more, starting to call you little pet names but only in Polish, assuming you wouldn't understand and if you do understand... then you'd get his hint. Kochanie, malenka (everyone is small to him), kotku, he'll even tease light-heartedly; "Whatever you say, piękna..." He'll play off your words, making you smile and laugh however he can because he just can't get enough of it. That's how he finally asked you out too, catching him looking at you while eating lunch.

"You're staring at me like you're a cartoon character," you called him out and you were right, head in his hands and slightly tilted. "Only thing missing is the hearts in your eyes."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he broke his gaze. "Yeah... I can't help it I guess." He paused, looking back at you with such soft eyes. "...I could just look at you for hours. I think seeing you smile would be my sunrise in the morning."

You laughed, your cheeks starting to blush. "Gromsko... have you thought of waking up to me?"

His smile dropped slightly, realizing he slipped up, his eyes darting as for once, his confidence fell. "Maybe..."

"Mhmm... and how long have you thought about that? Why were you thinking of that?" You teased him playfully.

He smirked, gaining a bit of self-assurance as he looked back at you. "I think you know why..."

With a sly smile, he let his hand slip over to you, letting that be his answer as he looked at you with adoration again... and you accepted.

Fender w/ a crush

With the way he is, knowing his father's fate... love terrifies him. He's tried to keep it out of his mind and for the most part it had been successful. People would catch the way he'd be struck by you, lingering looks for longer than he has for anyone else... and when called on it it struck him in a different way. He'd notice how his heart skipped a beat when he saw you smile in pure joy. You'd never catch him looking though because he'd look away just as quick, snapping himself out of it. He wanted to keep you smiling, but to him the only way to do that was to keep away from you. He lived a dangerous life... his heart ached just thinking about hurting someone by leaving them. And he could avoid that by simply never coming into your life. But he could only avoid for so long. Once you started talking to him and he got to know you more... he started falling more and more. But he remained in denial, despite how often you insisted on wanting to hang out with him, showing how much you enjoyed his company, he convinced himself you didn't like him like that. But as he got more comfortable around you he also got more comfortable sharing, eventually sharing his fear... even his fear of love and why.

"I... can understand that," you said sympathetically. "I'm sure seeing your mom all your life post... I can't even imagine but I can understand."

"...It's hard still. She always said I looked like him... the way her face dropped in fear when I told her I was joining but... I also remember her pride in telling me to protect my face..." He paused, looking away from you and to the floor, shutting his eyes as he took a deep breath. "...Even if I don't date anyone... the idea of leaving her alone is..."

He couldn't finish his words before a releasing a shuttering breath. You let him have his moment of quiet before scooting close, putting your arm around him to help ground him back to reality before dark thoughts took him. "I know you're scared but... Fender, you don't have to suffer alone with these thoughts... I'm here for you, no matter what."

He slowly looked to you, tears just barely pricking his brown eyes as he hesitantly leaned into your touch, enjoying it but still having anxiety. "...Thank you......" his voice was soft, and his smile showing his absolute gratitude. It took a while for him to gain the trust needed to let you love him... to let himself show love to another. But when he did, he couldn't be happier allowing himself to be vulnerable in a way he never has before.

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[slutforsfender]

Sam Fender Imagines Masterlist

(requests open!)

"We're Not Just Friends and You Fucking Know It"

"You Can't Keep It All Inside You Know. Bottling It Up Won't Do Anyone Any Good"

Late Period

"If It Wasn't For You, I'd Be So Lost. I'm So Glad You Came Into My Life"

Late Night Dancing

"Give Me One Reason Not To Kill Her Right Now"

The Calm After The Storm (Request)

Happy Endings (Request)

Concerts Aren't Always Just Concerts (Request)

Slow Mornings

Jealousy Jealousy

"I Think I'm Falling In Love With You and I'm Terrified"

Sets & Sweet Words (Request)

"Don't Talk To Me. Someone Might Think We Are Friends" (Request)

"Say It" (Smut)

"I'm Never Letting You Go" (Request)

"You're So Fucking Hot When You're Mad" (Smut)

Photo Booth

TRNSMT (Request)

Honorary Degree (Request)

Dancing In The Rain

Italy Trip

Also Starring

Mutual Friends - Drew Michaels (Request)

#masterlist #fanfic #imagines #imagine #sam fender #sam fender x reader #sam fender imagines #sam fender one shot #sam fender smut #music #one shot #indie

[dustandwindstuff]

Fender petnames (but in hungarian) headcanon ❤️

(not my picture!)

Szerelmem (my love)

Szépségem ( my beauty)

Életem ( my life)

Virágom/virágszálam ( my flower)

Csillagom ( my star)

Szemem fénye (the apple of my eye )

Szívem (my heart)

Angyalom ( my angel)

#Fender x reader #call of duty x reader #Fender takacs x reader #cod x reader #call of duty

[v1rus-l0v3s-c0d]

Idea

Pastel goth!reader

All pictures are from pinterest

Lucky sent me this btw

#john soap mactavish x reader #cod x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #captain john price x reader #könig x reader #gary roach sanderson x reader #horangi x reader #call of duty x reader #keegan p russ x reader #logan walker x reader #david hesh walker x reader #cod ghosts x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #valeria garza x reader #fender takacs x reader #yall can use this for any other Fandom #supporting a friend

[jane-gunson123]

Shout out to my ex.

You and your band, Little Mix, perform your new debut song ‘Shout out to my ex’ at the Brits after seeing your ex boyfriend there. 

Main Masterlist 

Sam fender master list

2019 had been an absolute roller coaster to say the least, there had been many ups and downs in 12 months. Your band, Little mix had went on a world tour after releasing your most critically acclaimed album to date, performing in some of the most prestigious venues available before ending it in the utilita area in your beloved hometown of Newcastle. The success of your album had resulted in not only being nominated for 2 Brit awrds but also being asked to perform at the awards as well. This was definitely the better parts of your year. 

The less favourable moments of your year had been the very public and humiliating break up with your ex, Sam. You had been together since you were 19 and after a very rocky few months and a cheating scandal, on his part, published by The Sun you had decided to call it quits with your lover. 

At first you weren't sure how to live your adult life without him, after all it was something you had never had to do before but with your girls you began to put the pieces of your heart that Sam had broke back together. 

The first step and arguably the hardest had been moving from you shared flat in Whitley Bay that the pair of you had bought at 21 after Little Mix had won the X-Factor and Sam had signed his first record deal and into a brand new apartment with your best friend and fellow band member, Jade, in Manchester. 

 Next, was you deleting all off pictures of him you had. Weather they were on one of your social medias or just our camera roll. After that, you blocked him and cut off all contact with him and his family. You knew deep down that you would have ran back to him in a heartbeat if he ask and you couldn’t do that. You need to heal and you can’t heal while touching the same flame that has already burnt you. 

As luck would have it, however, your tactics of avoidance might not be able to continue for much longer and in a few short hours you and your band would be performing at the brits with yours and Perrie’s exs in the crowd.  The most fitting part would be the song you would be performing, A shout out to my ex. 

You had written the song when Perrie had went through her break up about a year earlier than you but as your own relationship fell apart you found your self relating to the lyrics more than ever.

You thought that you would be more nervous about the potential of bumping into your ex and having to perform in front of him but you weren't really fazed by it all. Cameras flashed and interviewers pulled you and the girls over to answer questions but you had yet to bump into Sam. 

The feeling of getting ready to go out and perform in front of a large crowd was one no matter how many time you had done it you hated. It always wore off as soon as the music started to blast out of the speakers and that was still the case now. the opening melody made its way into your ears as you scanned the crowd, catching that blue pair of eyes you had spent many nights staring into discussing your future. Never did you quite imagine it ending like this though.   

Jade and Perrie had sung their parts now it was your turn. At this point all five off you had disappeared into crowd, dancing around the tables filled with familiar faces in the music industry.  For some reason the table with your ex and his band had been alluring and you ended up directly in front off Sam’s seat as your verse began. 

“Oh, I deleted all your pics,” You sang staring Sam in his eyes, reaching out to put your hand under his chin to force him to keep looking at you. It didnt take long for you to have his full attention, “Then blocked your number from my phone, mm.” 

Putting your hand back down by your side as you leaned closer into Sam's face as if you were going in to kiss him, “ Yeah, yeah, you took all you could get But you ain't gettin' this love no more.” Sam’s face was an absolute picture as you swerved your head around his after finishing your lyric, leaving him high and dry. He had fully expected you to kiss him at some point but had been left disappointed. 

His band mate and best friend Drew, however, had found a lot of amusement in your tormenting of Sam. As you walked away you heard him shout, “Go on lass.”  

The song had finished faster than you would have like and so did the rest off the awards. The band had won the two they were nominated for and Sam had also won the one he was up for before performing Dead boys, a song about male suicide in remembrance of your late friend who had lost his battle with depression some years back in your early twenties.   

Little did you know at the time that your little stunt to wind up your ex would not only become viral overnight but also be responsible for elevating yours and Sam’s careers. It would first result in an appearances on Loose Women and The Jonathan Ross Show where you would admit to having consumed a bit of liquid courage before stepping on stage. 

So in all it wasn't a bad end to to a roller coaster of year but nothing could have prepared you or anyone for that matter for the absolute train wreck that 2020 would be.  

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[stellatekintsugi]

Sam Fender

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[pacifymebby]

Sam Fender / Christmas Morning

🐇 first things first I reckon Sam's taste in Christmas decorations is like classic kitchy British Christmas, you know we're talking tinsel, multi coloured lights, those stupid Santa teddies where if you squeeze their hand they start playing a Christmas song? Santa with an electric guitar or a saxophone and when you squeeze him it plays Santa Clause Is Coming to Town the way Springsteen does or something... Stuff that's fundamentally fucking awful but definitely okay and good at Christmas!

🐇 He'd spend a lot of December busy with work but he'd be looking forward to the relief of coming home and spending some down time with his family and friends, and of course you... You'd be all he was thinking about on his way up the motorway to Shields.. well you and the brew he's dying for anyway

🐇Gettin a take away on the night he comes home, eating it on the sofa watching home alone together, you know like this song vibes, low-key back to normality vibes.

🐇Drinking mulled wine whilst you finish last minute Christmas prep and he writes a couple of Christmas cards for people. Him low-key marvelling at how you've managed to organise everything and get the best gifts for people.

🐇 Christmas Eve down the pub with all your mates, you're definitely both working your way towards a Christmas day hangover! You know you should slow down but neither of you want to because it's the first time you've been out together in months and you're making the most of it...

🐇walking home drunk together nosying at peoples Christmas lights and rating each one out of ten. Laughing at some of the horrific blow up Santa's and snowmen in people's gardens, or the broken ho ho ho lights which now look like they're simply calling passers by an explicit name...

🐇your walk home takes ten times longer than it should because you're drunk and cosy feeling and you keep stopping for a snog and an "missed you so fuckin much"

🐇him being a fucking idiot and insisting that you leave a carrot out for Rudolph, realising that there are no carrots in the house so leaving Rudolph a thimble of whiskey instead...

🐇drunkenly scooping you up and carrying you up to bed, dropping you down kind of clumsily on the mattress, crawling above you with a proper cheeky grin on his face before letting him fall onto you and squishing you so that your squealing and giggling threatens to wake the neighbours.

🐇 he's knackered but he's still like an excitable wee boy on Christmas, keeps waking you up just as you're drifting off, teasing you with stupid questions, asking you if you think you've been a good girl this year or whether you think you're on the naughty list. When you ask him what he thinks he pauses for a minute, gives you that mischievous smirk again and tells you he reckons you're both on the naughty list...

🐇waking up the next morning with slight hangovers, you're definitely feeling a little bit rough and the last thing you want to do is move... Luckily for you you don't have to, Sam's got his arms tight around you and he isn't letting go for the world...

🐇spending the first hour of Christmas morning tucked up cuddling in your bed, he perhaps gets out of bed to make you both a brew and bring your stockings up to bed... Opening presents in bed, in your jammies, behaving like kids seeing who can throw their wrapping paper furthest.

🐇I feel like Sam thinks he's shite at buying Christmas presents and always really stresses about what he's going to buy you... Always worries it won't be good enough or that you won't really like it...

🐇in the run up to Christmas he probably frets about it and phones his mam asking for help, probably gets a halfhearted affectionate earful about how he should know what to buy his own girlfriend.

🐇but the gifts he's bought you are all perfect, cosy pjs, lush bath bombs and other little luxuries, your favourite chocolates, a bottle of wine, some vinyls and a book.

🐇and if he's feeling particularly like spoiling you a necklace from Swarovski for you to wear and never take off.

🐇you're accidentally late to his mum's house for Christmas lunch and you definitely get absolutely roasted by his family for being dirty stopouts who turn up to Christmas lunch hungover...

🐇Sam reverts to bring so teenage and laidback around his family, messing around with his younger cousins, him and his brother winding one another up... And when you see him holding the newest addition to the family, falling asleep on the sofa with a wee baby in his arms after dinner, you can't help how broody it makes you feel...

🐇spending boxing day in your jammies, barely shifting from the sofa living off left over deserts and Quality Street for days.

🐇so many opportunities for cosy kisses and snuggles under a blanket on the settee.

#sam fender imagines #sam fender headcannons #sam fender x reader #Spotify