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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.
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Shes Electric
Summary: You and Sam get invited to a wedding and all that’s on his mind you.
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You take a sip of your wine and smile to yourself when you look over to the bar and see Sam with his arms draped around your two brothers. If there is one thing you love about Sam it’s how much he enjoys spending time with not only you, but the people you love too, so when you got invited to your cousins wedding, of course you couldn’t wait for the occasion.
“Oh, your a good egg” your mum chuckled as Sam walks over, placing a new bottle of bubbly down in-front of her. “I know y/m/n, isn’t y/n lucky ay” Sam replied jokingly, winking at you, laughing as he sat down in the empty chair beside you. You rolled your eyes at his cheeky tone and kissed him on the cheek, thankful for his return.
The lights go dim as the DJ on dance floor announces the newly weds first dance. Sam’s hand finds it’s way to the small of your back, making circles as you both watch your cousin and her husband slow dance and half of the room is in tears of how beautiful it was, including your mum of course. As the lights lifted your mum dried her eyes and looked over to both of you “God, imagine what I’ll be like when it’s your two’s turn.” You and Sam both chuckled.
After a couple more songs and safe to say a few more pints, you and Sam have a bit more Dutch courage in you. Your aunt pulls you from your chair when she hears “Murder on the Dancefloor” start blasting from the speakers, knowing that it would never fail to get you up dancing. Sam heads himself up to the bar, watching in awe, admiring you and how good you looked in your dress, the forest green fabric hugging your figure perfectly, however you could be wearing a bin bag and Sam would still be drooling over you.
“A penny for your thoughts?” Your cousin approached Sam, opening her arms for a hug. Sam returns the hug, deciding not to tell your cousin that what’s really on his mind is getting you back to that hotel room to show you really how beautiful he thinks you are. “It looks amazing in here” he replied. “You guys have done such a grand job” your cousin smiled, “thank you angel, all the late nights and stress was definitely worth it!” Before Sam could respond another guest grabbed your cousin into a hug, congratulating her on her big day.
Sam wandered over to the dancefloor with both of your drinks, handing you yours as he takes a sip from his. “Have I told you how good you look?” He questioned with a cheeky grin, arms snaking around your waist. “Yes Samuel, plenty of times” you chuckled, half blushing half rolling your eyes. Before he could reply, you hear “She’s Electric” by Oasis begin to play, loads more of your friends and family join you all on the dancefloor, arms round each other, drunkenly singing along. You look up and Sam and smile to yourself, seeing him join in and fit in with your family so well, part of you wished you could stay in that moment forever.
As the night draws to a close everyone starts bidding their farewells, heading home or back to their hotel for the night. Yourself and Sam say goodbye to everyone and make your way back to your room, his hand not leaving your waist the entire time. You must admit it took a lot for you to not stop every five seconds to crash your lips in to Sam’s, with him looking so good under the moonlight. His white shirt sitting so nicely, highlighting every movement his arms made so well, and the top three buttons being undone alongside his tie draped around his neck lazily, you couldn’t resist him.
But you didn’t have to wait long, the second your hotel room door slammed shut Sam cupped your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours. You smiled against the kiss, your thumbs stroking his jaw, pulling him in for more. You’d secretly been waiting for this moment all night too. Sam pulled away from the kiss, looking you up and down. “Go get ready for bed babe” he smiled, as much as he wanted to take the kiss further he also knew you’d kill him in the morning if he’d let you go to bed with your makeup on. “But Sam-“ you protested, but before you could finish he spun you around, squeezing you tightly from behind, his lips hovering down the drape of your neck. “Go get ready for bed and I’ll meet you there” he whispered to your ear, sending sweet chills down your body. “Promise?” You replied innocently. “I promise.” He said whilst kissing gently down your neck. He loosens his grip around you and you wander off the bathroom, your mind trailing off to wear the night will take you.
Notes: Hey everyone, this is my first piece of writing so apologies if it’s a little shabby, any advice or tips would be greatly appreciated <3
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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)
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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.
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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.
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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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Sam Fender
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SECRET SANTA: SAM FENDER
just a small christmas imagine for sam: from @abiiors christmas prompt list. I will be posting the 12 from Now until 25th so you get a little christmas pressie from me- El xx
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Sam, Dean ,Both Tom’s , Heidi, Joe, Johnny, Drew and I were all in Lowlights after Sam’s Last performance in Newcastle before christmas. And we were organising our annual Secret Santa, we had done it every year, adding in everyone else when they had joined our friendship group.
“Okay heids, go and get a glass sam you get some paper, I’ve got a pen, we’ll draw them from a glass in true Geordie fashion” I said after we all agreed and we set a budget and when we were exchanging.
We were set to go into London in 2 weeks for the OD management christmas party and we were all travelling down together so we agreed that we’d do them in a hotel room, before we went out.
“Why the fuck do you Y/N L/N, of all the people have a pen” Sam said with a chuckle. “because in case I need to write things down, Samuel Fender” I replied back.
I had got Sam. He was easy to buy for, I could get him a jokey present but that would just seem like I didn’t care about him I decided I would go all out because sam deserved that especially after everything he had done for me through the pandemic and throughout the many years of us being friends since year 7. Also because I had fancied him, for many years. But no one knew apart from my diary and my mum. As soon as I pulled out his name I knew of the perfect gift that would make his cheeks split.
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1 week before Secret Santa- Sam
“who did you get for secret santa?” “heids I’m not telling you, you’ll only want to swap” “I promise I won’t.” “no Because I know you, I have finally got the person I want after waiting years.” “thanks for telling me you’ve got Y/N.” “HOW HEIDS? HOW?” “oh please, you two are so smitten with each other, have been for years. She’s got you too by the way.” “and how the fuck do you know that?”
“I saw it on her face, the same look she gives you when you buy her a drink, the same look she gives you when you lend her your jacket when she forgets hers, the same look she gives you when you insist that she should take the tenner she spent on your food at the shop. the same look she gives you when you both spot her ex out in public and you send them a nasty look. It’s LOVE sam. She’s in love with you, Your in love with her. it’s easy to see. Just grow a pair of balls and get her that 1975 vinyl she’s been nonstop going on about, you know she won’t buy it for herself.”
“THANK YOU HEIDI, you have just given me the perfect gift idea. See you in a week?” I said before placing a kiss on her head.
“see you in a week sam.”
now to plan the perfect gift.
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3 Days before Secret Santa
“and your sure it’s in perfect condition, mum”
“certain, your dad never took it out of the packet, it’s brand new, it’s not been anywhere damp, he kept it in the house. he was saving it for the perfect day, no clue when that would’ve been though. It’s only collecting dust here darling. Take it, use it” “I won’t be using it, Sam will though. I knew when I picked his name out this would be the perfect gift.” I said with a smile to my mum “Oh darling, he’ll love it, who knows maybe you’ll gain the courage to tell him this christmas period.” “maybe. depends.” “I think you should just gain the courage and do it. you’re both not getting any younger” she says with a chuckle walking off.
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2 days before Secret Santa- Sam
“and your certain you’ve got a copy mate?” “certain, we get a copy of all the variations in perfect condition so we can announce them” “good this needs to be perfect.” “why? so you can impress your lady friend?” the older boy teases over the phone. “howay man. it’s just….nah yerd be right about that mate. she is my lady friend. And yer sure you’re gonna make it over tomorrow?” “yes mate, wouldn’t miss it for the world, she’s a class girl. you’ve chosen yourself a gooden there sam mate” “reet… best be off, you’ve got a train to catch a thing to find and I have a card to write” “yes, you’re getting us from the train station tonight at 10 right?” “reet. youse are geena have to find yer hiding spots tonight like” “don’t worry we will”
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2 DAYS BEFORE SECRET SANTA
Sammy🕺- guys I know we agreed on 2 days time for secret santa, but would you mind doing it tommorow, it’s just cos mines too big to bring with me to London on the train without being noticed. deaaanooo🎸- sam mate, could you not have said this earlier I haven’t even bought mine yet
drew🥁-yeah i agree with dean mate, I haven’t bought mine either. heids 💕- fine with me i’ve already bought mine. Dean and Drew, love you both, but you’ve had 2 weeks now get it together, but if you’ve got me just get me a gift card, you know those ones you can get anywhere.
Y/n🪩- I agree with heids, you have had two weeks to get a gift for yours, everyone has. but if you have got me, i’d love some penis pasta would go great with my girls nights xx
y/n🪩- that was a joke, please just get me a gift card x
Joe🎹- what the hell why is Y/n talking about penis pasta?
y/n🪩- sam wants to do secret santa tommorrow instead of two days time. please tell me you haven’t been idiots like dean and drew and have already got a gift for your secret santa. the penis pasta was a joke xx.
Joe🎹- yeah i’ve got mine, tomorrows fine with me. look lads if you’ve got me get one of those crosswords puzzles, be great to do on the bus or studio during quiet time.
Tom U🎸- Just read through the messages, aha I’ll make sure to get you some penis pasta for your birthday y/n. but yeah tomorrow’s great, mines tiny so…
Tom C 🎓- yeah tomorrow’s okay, nobody better have gotten me penis pasta, cos that shit will be going straight back.
Johnny 🎷- tomorrows good, I love that penis pasta has become the topic of conversation now ahahahah🤣🤣
y/n🪩- you know what I’m just going to assume that Dean and Drew have gone out to the shops now, so their going to come tomorrow, if not two people are going to be left without presents tomorrow…I apologise on behalf of the two idiots xx.
Y/n🪩- sam what time are we all to arrive at yours tomorrow?
Sam🕺- is 9pm good? we could all go out on the toon after? we haven’t got to get that train until 6 in the afternoon anyway?
y/n🪩- Sounds good! i’ll go knocking on everyone’s doors on the way to yours anyway, funny how everyone lives on the way to yours from mine🤣🤣
sam🕺- yeah, the organisers of everything live on opposite sides of the town and then the people they drag along live on the way, funny how life works out huh? 🤣🤣
y/n🪩- absolutely hilarious, see ya at 9 tomorrow xx
2 DAYS BEFORE SECRET SANTA- HEIDI
“You were expecting sam right?” I ask, i’ve seen them all over y/ns instagram, so I know just what they look like and who I was expecting at the north sheilds train station.
“yeah kinda, who are you?” “look, it’s on a need to know basis, it’s just sam had to drag me along to come get you, because he can’t be seen in the papers, because of y/n Yadda yadda. He’s in the car waiting.”
“won’t they take pictures of us though?” the tallest one asks. “no. I’m not famous enough and you boys are wearing caps and sunglasses so I think you’ll be just fine.” I say hurrying them through the barriers.
“now hurry along before Drew and Dean catch us.” “Who?” the long haired one asks while walking down the stairs. “you’ll know tomorrow when you meet the rest of them.” “wait I thought it was just the one person. sam said he only had one person to give the gift to.” the married one says. “yeah well it’s a secret santa and we’re not really meant to know… so it’d be a bit weird if sam gave Y/n her present tomorrow and the rest of us had to wait 2 days…Just get in Sam will explain the whole thing.” I reply opening Sam’s car door for them. “I don’t think we’re all going to fit.” the curly haired one says.
“duh, I was only here for the ride, I need to go find out what drew and dean have bought. I need to make sure it’s not penis pasta. see ya all tomorrow.” I reply shutting them all in sam’s car and walking off into town to find drew and dean.
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THE NEW SECRET SANTA DAY-8 pm.
I was getting ready to leave for sam’s. his present all wrapped up. I was just curling my hair before i had to leave and go and get the rest of the gang. and my phone rang out so i popped my curlers down.
SAMMY🕺
his name appeared on my screen so i answered it
“hey sammy, You okay?”
“yeah i’m good y/n. erm can you look out your window?”
“yeah of course, 2 seconds”
my heels clicked across my lino floor for a few seconds until I reached my bedroom window which I looked out of and found Sam standing outside.
wait... is that?
no... it can't be.
they don't even know each other. I examined them further, it was them. How they knew each other I had no idea. I rushed downstairs and out the door and flew into sam's arms. "do you like your secret Santa, darling?" He says before I break the hug to "like it? I love it. Thank you." I say placing a kiss on Sam's cheek before Matty clears his throat next to sam and then saying "shall we get on with it mate, times ticking?" "yeah we should. Yer got the music?" "course otherwise this would be a fail." Matty guffaws at sam "alreet." and all of a sudden the backing track of Mine plays. and matty starts singing "there comes a time in a young mans life" while sam runs round his car and joins george on the end and then by the time matty reaches the second verse the rest of the 1975 boys and sam hold big a2 posterboard cards up that read "will you be my girlfriend?" I nod and run around to where sam was stood and he pulls me in for a kiss dipping me down, while the rest of the boys whoop and cheer. When he brings me back up I say "I'm guessing you got me for secret santa then?" he nods "good cause I got you too"
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"ahh tonnight was well fun" I say reminiscing on that night
"I love that i finally got yer, I remember yer face when Matty gave yer the rare australian vinyl signed" sam says
"please my face? what about yours when I gave yer that rare springsteen vinyl? yer were streaming tears like."
"yeah, well I'm just gonna get yer penis pasta next year"
"yer wouldn't dare" I say gasping while narrowing my eyes at him
"Oh I would."
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Kinktober 🩵 Inside
"We don't have to do anything, we don't even have to move, we could just lie here together. I just wanna be inside ya love, is that okay?"
Words: 1.7k // Sam Fender // cock-warming
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The bed dips and you stir, your mind fogged over with sleep, caught in that hazy realm between dreaming and wakefulness. You squint through the darkness at the faintly glowing display on your bedside clock.
4:06 am... ughhh... you have to get up for work in less than three hours.
Your eyes flutter shut again, chasing sleep, elongating your limbs in a restless stretch and going to turn over but something stops you, your body colliding with the warmth of bare skin.
"Sam?" His name sounds thick on your tongue, your voice laden with sleep. Of course it's him, who else would it be? He's just got back from his American tour at this ungodly hour, slipping straight into your bed like he's never been away. Filling that empty space that's been driving you crazy for three whole weeks.
"Am sorry love," he murmurs from behind you and you feel an arm wrap tightly around your waist as he pulls you in closer to the warmth of his bare chest. "Didn't mean to wake ya."
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, planting a few soft kisses as his breath warms your exposed skin. The hand on your waist strays under the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wear to sleep in, rubbing small circles.
"S'okay," you mumble into the darkness of your room, then "I'm so tired" as an afterthought, a weak kind of resistance even though you're already pushing your hips back into his.
He's so soft and warm and he feels so good pressed up tight against you, comforting and rousing in equal measures. You hear him laugh, feel the warm huff of air tickle the back of your neck. "Thought you said you were tired pet..."
"I am," I you insist, sulkiness tinging your words. "I've got to get up in a few hours. It's good to have you back though... missed you."
"Mmm, missed you too," he hums into the back of your neck, sending a pleasant vibration through you. His hands wander downward to smooth over the contours of your ass through the thin lace of your panties and he lightly squeezes you, making you squirm.
"Don't get any ideas, it's like 4am," you whine, burying your face in your pillow and he's quick to reply, surprisingly agreeable.
"I'm tired too, bloody knackered actually. Can never sleep in those tour bus bunks. Got fidget-arse Joe above me and Dean just across the way snoring like a warthog. Don't worry love, shagging's the last thing on my mind right now."
"It is?"
The disbelief rings out clear in your voice, earning another chuckle from him. This is novel. You don't think Sam's ever not in the mood. He usually needs little encouragement, just the feel of your body pressing up against his enough to raise his pulse... and to raise something else.
Despite his words you can feel the definition of his cock through his boxers pressing against the swell of your ass. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little disappointed. You've missed this... you've missed him and the way he makes you feel.
"I thought that maybe we could try something different," he murmurs, voice quiet, a little tentative like he's testing the waters. "I've missed ya so much, just being here, cuddling and stuff, being close... and I've really missed being inside ya, like you wouldn't believe."
His hips shunt forward a little as if to demonstrate and your breath catches, a tiny spark lighting, threatening to burn away your tiredness.
But Sam has other ideas, his voice hopeful as you feel him shift behind you, shedding his boxers. "We don't have to do anything, we don't even have to move, we could just lie here together. I just wanna be inside ya love, is that okay?"
"Okay..." you mumble, a little hesitantly even though you're already tugging your panties down your legs and kicking them off. You can't deny the way your body reacts to him being so close, the thrill that simmers in your core as you imagine him burying himself inside you whilst he fucks you slow and deep into the mattress.
But that's not what he's implying... is it?
Your confusion quickly melts away as you feel him reaching to hook your leg over his hip, opening you up as you feel his unclothed cock pressing temptingly against your entrance. He drags the tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness, mouthing tender kisses on your neck as he begins to ease himself slowly inside you.
"Sam..."
You breathe out his name, an automatic reaction as your body stretches and moulds itself around him, accepting him, welcoming him. The slow, blissful drag of his cock against your walls has you fisting the bedsheets as he buries himself inside you up to the hilt.
"Shit... forgot how good you feel," he says, voice slightly shaky, large hands moving from your hips to slide around your waist, pulling you closer. He presses his lips against your neck again, murmuring sweet praises that travel straight to your core, your hips automatically pushing back to seek that blissful friction.
"Nuh-huh love," he chuckles, fingers flexing around your waist, holding you tightly pressed against him. "That's not how it works. Ya gotta keep still, okay?"
He holds completely still in you, hot and thick against your tight heat and you can't help but squirm from the need for friction, movement, anything.
"Sa-am," you whine, frustration chasing away any remnants of sleepiness. "I'm all for experimentation in bed but this is like torture!"
"Hmm my pretty girl getting impatient huh?" He teases, shifting his hips barely imperceptibly, pushing himself impossibly deeper until his cock kisses the depths of you. You have to clamp your lips shut tight to stifle a whine, determined not to show your neediness. You want him badly but this is his idea and you're stubborn as hell. You're positive you'll get what you want but you don't want to show your weakness. You don't want to be the one to break first.
"Nah, I can handle it," you reply, trying to hide the smirk from your voice, faking a yawn which you hope sounds convincing. "And I am still pretty tired after all... reckon we could sleep like this? Feels nice."
"Err... yeah... sure," he mutters and you swear you hear a note of dismay in his voice. He probably thought you'd be begging by now. "It is really nice. Ya feel so warm and snug and tight around me... perfect."
You just smile to yourself, making out like you're getting comfy whilst you surreptitiously bring a finger up to brush over your clit, your pussy automatically clenching as you bite back a sigh.
"Shit," he hisses, and you relish the keen sound he makes as you press down on your clit again and your body reacts, contracting around him, effectively milking his cock.
His fingers move against your skin, grasping you firmly, the pressure of his teeth grazing your shoulder as he bites down a little where the neckline of your t-shirt gapes open. The sensation makes you clamp down on him again, a moan slipping out that you don't try to hide this time.
"Fuckin' 'ell love, I don't think I can do this after all," he mutters throatily, hands back on your hips as he draws himself back to fully plunge into you, an impassioned groan vibrating across your skin. His fingers are digging in so hard you feel he might leave permanent dents.
"Thought it was a stupid idea," you giggle, triumphant. "Now are you gonna fuck me then or what?"
"Can't bloody resist ya can I?" He huffs in amusement, your bold request finally breaking his resolve. You both knew full well it wasn't going to be enough. It was never going to be enough just being close, the two of you always needed more of each other in every single way.
You let him manoeuvre your body so he can slide on top of you, the delicious heavy weight of him pushing you face-down into the mattress. You arch yourself back into him and he responds by thrusting deep, tangling his fingers through yours and pressing your hands firm to the bed as he sinks into you with a groan of pure relief.
You're completely enveloped by him, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you in this position, your moans and whimpers muffled by the pillow as he finds a steady rhythm, each buck of his hips pushing you closer to the brink.
"Feels so good... missed ya so much... love ya so much darlin'..." His words are interspersed with kisses, hot, wet and sweet, scattered along your jaw and your neck, every thrust rocking deep and hitting that blissful little spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
You don't normally come from sex alone but tonight is different, you can feel the pressure building deep inside, shockwaves of indescribable pleasure as you surrender yourself to him.
He groans your name out loud, hips stuttering against your ass, grinding a final thrust as he comes, pouring into you like molten heat.
You both lie there for a moment in the quiet, completely spent and panting, him slumped over you until you begin to squirm beneath him. "Sam, you're squashing me now!"
"Shit, sorry pet," he laughs, rolling back on to his side, taking you with him so you're still fused together pressed up tight against him, the little spoon. You can feel him softening inside you, his release dripping out of you and soaking into the sheets.
"So much for just lying there," you grin and hear him chuckle, feel the warm vibrations of his laughter carry through his body to yours. "Are you gonna let me go now then?"
"Love..." he starts, the affectionate timbre of his voice warming you through as you feel him press a soft kiss to your hair, humming softly in contentment. "I ain't ever letting you go."
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Hey lovely, I saw that you’re taking requests for Sammy Fender now and omg I’m so excited!! 🥰 Could you please do 72. “You look like you could do with a hug”. And it’s Sam that needs the hug and it’s all sweet and cuddly. I just thought of that tall, strong, beautiful man wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck because he needs comfort and you just hold him 🥺🥰💕 thank yoouuu
A/n heyy!! Thank you so much for your request, this is my first piece for Sam so I hope you enjoy!! Not sure how I feel about it, I struggled to make it flow, but anyway ENJOY!!❤️🔥
Ditto
Sam was an absolute fighter when it came to pushing on, it was something you admired about him. His ability to overcome what seemed like anything and everything the world threw at him was something you envied. But perhaps it was your inability to push on the same way Sam did that allowed you to see when his efforts to fight sleep in order to write music, travel between shows through the night and skip meals to fit in extra meetings was becoming more and more detrimental.
You’d tried to bring it up to him, but he’d brushed you off, not meaning any harm, just like you hadn’t, but he’d convinced you he was fine, that the sleepless nights were a result of last minute inspiration, but you couldn’t help but worry when you saw the bags under his eyes grow darker every day. The light that lived in his eyes didn’t shine as bright anymore, the light that made you fall in love his him at first sight.
Your worries we’re proven right one night when he finally broke down, he screamed and shouted, not at you, of course, but at the world. He thought he was angry, that’s until the tears came. It was heartbreaking to see, but a part of you felt relieved that Sam was finally starting to see things the same way you did. You held him all night as sobs wracked his body. You listened as his mind overflowed, his thoughts spilling from his lips, only now being allowed to form into words after running wild in the confines of his mind for so long. Eventually, he managed to get some sleep, the patterns you drew along his skin lulling him into a much needed rest.
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The next morning, you woke up before Sam, still tightly held in each other’s arms. Your eyes skimmed his features as a steady stream of sunlight hit the curve of his sunken cheekbones. The bags were still ingrained under his eyes, his skin the palest you’d ever seen, but after all, this was probably the most sleep he’d gotten in months.
Not wanting to disturb him, you snuck out from under the duvet, the crisp morning air cooling your skin as you crept towards the door, taking one last glance at Sam,
‘What am I going to do with him?’ You thought to yourself.
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Half an hour or so later, you stood leant against the kitchen counter with a cup of tea in your hand as you heard footsteps making their way downstairs.
You met eyes with Sam in the open doorway of the kitchen, still dressed in the same joggers and hoodie from the day before, a small, yet weary smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
“You look like you need a hug”
“I do” he replied, matter of factly,
Without a second thought, your feet carried you swiftly to where he stood, you arms instantaneously coming to rest around his waist. He followed suit, tangling himself in your arms, his 6 foot figure towering over you, yet this time, it was you making him feel safe, your warmth offering him all the security you had to give as you swayed gently together.
“I’m gonna cancel my next few shows” His words were faint, and almost rushed, as if if he didn’t say it now, he never would.
You can’t lie, it shocked you. Not that you thought it was a bad idea, you thought it was exactly what he needed, actually.
“Y-yeah?” You stuttered, a little lost for words, pulling back slightly, trying the read the look in his eyes,
“Yeah” he spoke through a deep sigh,
“I think it’ll do you good, Sammy, I’m really proud of you” and you really were, although you were proud of him when he was up on stage, thousands of people singing his songs; in that moment, you realized that nothing in the world would make you prouder than you were of him right now.
You brought your hand to cup his face when tears began to gather along his waterline, “I’m really proud of you” you emphasized as your thumb stroked back and forth against his second day stubble,
“God, I love you” he spoke as the tears began to spill over,
“Your the only thing keeping me sane, y/n”
“Ditto”
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What's Meant To Be
You’re still sulking and thinking over everything that’s happened in the past hour. You had been on the phone to Elliot, the guy you had been dating for the past three months. You couldn’t say he was the love of your life yet but you really liked him and had developed feelings for him. You were ready and expecting to become his girlfriend. But he seemingly wasn’t on the same page. Apparently, he’s “just not sure if I’m feeling the vibes between us and I’m just not available for anything more at the moment” as he tried to reason with you over the phone. You had just accepted it and tried to keep it cool. But as soon as he ended the call you had thrown yourself onto your sofa, tears already escaping you and trying to figure out where it went wrong again. You had gone on numerous great dates together over the past months, you had even met some of his close friends, and he yours. You two had gotten to know each other more and everything seemed to be good and fitting.
“So I guess it’s me then isn’t it?” you had wondered out loud, before you had to get up and get ready for a night out with your friends. The night where Elliot was supposed to join and meet your entire group of close friends. You aren’t fully sure if you’re up for a night down at the pub, but canceling and having to explain why doesn’t sound appealing either.
You’re still so distracted and in your own head while putting your necessities for tonight into the small purse, the doorbell startles you and you throw your lip balm across the carpet. “Fuck’s sake” you curse under your breath as you try to see where it rolled off to.
“It’s me Y/N/N, open up, ceemon!” you hear Sam shout from outside.
“Just come in” you shout back. On any other day you’d be overjoyed to see Sam, welcoming him with open arms. But today is pretty shit already and small things like losing your bloody lip balm can really set you off.
You hear his key in the lock and just a few seconds later he’s making his way over to you, appearing in the doorway.
“Hello” he says enthusiastically. But as soon as you straighten up and turn to him, his expression falls.
“What’s the matter?” he asks with concern clear on his face. Taking a couple steps closer to inspect you for any injury or sign of discomfort, he comes up short and just looks back up into your face.
“I…It’s just not a great day for me” you frown. Not able to hold his gaze for long you turn back to your task at hand. Putting your wallet and the reemerged lip balm into the bag and zipping it up, you still try your hardest to avoid Sam’s worried form.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just go so I can get some drinks in me, aye”
You rush past him and into the foyer to put your shoes on. You thought you might be in the clear now, with Sam not asking any more about it. But clearly you were wrong, and his next words make you pause what you’re doing.
“Where’s Elliot then?” and all you can do is sigh, trying to not get emotional again. But after a few seconds of silence Sam still doesn’t let up
“Y/N?”. Pause, and you can hear him shuffling closer. You know he’s not done yet.
“What happened” he asks in a very calm but demanding tone. And you know you can’t lie to him now. And he won’t let you both leave before you tell him. Taking a deep breath you say quietly “He’s not coming.” With your head down you slowly turn towards your friend and continue “He phoned earlier, saying he’s not ready for this and he ain’t got time to try and make things work”.
And in an instant, Sam has his arms around you in a bear hug, running a hand over your back for comfort. And as he pulls away again he’s searching your face, looking at you intently.
“A'm so sorry this happened. He seemed like a good lad”. Sam was one of the people that had met Elliot already. And it really seemed as if he’d fit right into the group and into your life.
“Yea, he really did. So why does this keep happening Sam?” you ask out of pure frustration.
“I keep meeting guys and everything seems to go well. Until it becomes more serious. Am I really that hard to commit to?” you ask him directly now. You’re fed up with seemingly just being the placeholder until men find their actual long-term partner. Or even their soulmate. You just go from dating, to being single, to trying to go on dates again just so you can be disappointed all over again.
“Yer know that’s not true!”
“It sure feels like it though” your voice gets louder now as you huff at him. You know it’s not his fault and he doesn’t deserve to be shouted at, but your emotions are running overboard today and if you can’t shout at every man that has ever strung you along and mistreated you, you’ll just have to take Sam as substitute instead.
“I’m either the single friend or the one that gets screwed and then screwed over by every guy that promises he cares about me!”
“Haway now, don’t do that! You’re amazing and it’s definitely not your fault if they cannot see that” he’s trying to end your self- destructing rant. He hates whenever you think so little of yourself and don’t understand that these guys are just blind and dumb idiots who could never treat you the way you deserve.
“I just don’t always want to end up alone for fuck's sake! What do I have to do, to have someone fall in love with me. For once at least!”
“You know what? I’m done with you shite talking and belittling yourself!” Sam grabs your arm and pulls you in the direction of the door. His sudden change in tone takes you by surprise and you can’t do anything but follow him without a word.
“It wouldn’t have worked with Elliot anyways” he says it so casually but it’s what finally snaps you out of your trance and makes you halt. Stopping Sam in his tracks as well, as he’s still holding onto you gently.
“What?” you ask with a bewildered look on your face.
“And how the fuck do you want to know that Fender?” you ask him with a reignited anger inside you. How dare he comment on the guy you’ve been seeing, and he has even met. You never say anything about the one-night stands and lasses he brings around for a few weeks, even though it’s infuriating to see how well he handles his casual relationships like that. And the fact he still has so many women to go with, and you’re struggling to find just one person to stick around.
“Because I’ve known you for years and I know what you want. I know what you deserve!” he shouts out into the quiet hallway and it shocks you to hear his words.
“I’ve been dying to try and make you see how much you mean to me. And how good I would be for you” his soft blue eyes are filled with desperation, as well as relief for finally telling you the truth. You’ve never seen Sam look at you this way.
“What’re you…?” you don’t have the words to make sense of the whirlwind that’s going on inside your mind right now.
“You’ve never found the right guy because you’ve never even looked at me like that” he tells you, softer now, and as he steps closer to you, you can see his true emotions staring right at you.
Over the past few years you had been so busy convincing yourself that Sam would never be interest in you, or see you as any more than a friend. That you completely missed the way he so utterly and completely fell in love with you.
He’s standing so close to you now that you can feel his breath on your face. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his arm twitch, he’s debating with himself whether to make the next move or not. Eventually he moves his hand to your chin and gently lifts it up so you’re looking at each other. A few seconds pass, a small smile forms on your face and it’s all the reassurance you need to give, for him to close the distance between you and connect his lips with yours. This first kiss is the gentles and most amazing one you’ve had. It truly feels as if Sam was made for you. He knows exactly what to do and how to turn you into putty with just one kiss or little swipe of his tongue. As you two pull apart you’re both breathing heavy and sporting the happiest of smiles on your faces.
“I guess a’ll have to give yer a chance then” you say to him with a wink. Taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers with his.
He grins at you and places a sweet kiss on your cheek before opening the door for you both
“Let’s go so I can finally buy you a drink”
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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!
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Photo Booth - Sam Fender
Sam Fender x Reader
You and your boyfriend, Sam, had ventured out into Newcastle centre for the day. You had both agreed to go for lunch and some shopping as a quality time activity.
Sam was walking with his arm around your shoulder which kept dropping due to distractions so you eventually moved his arm and settled on holding hands. You admired his recent look so much. His little mullet, beard, and style he had going on. You often found yourself just playing with his little curls.
"Aye babe this shop looks right up your street" Sam spoke, pointing out a shop near you which was your kind of vibe.
"Sam I thought we were going for lunch first," You say as he pulls you towards the entrance.
"I just want to spoil you darling" He speaks causing you to roll your eyes.
You both roamed through the shop, you picking up a few bits that you liked the look of including earrings, a necklace, a few rings, and other little bits while Sam pointed at everything he thought you would like. If he saw anything that was a moon, star, rose, heart, or skull he pointed it out to you causing you to laugh a little each time.
You made your way to the till at the sound of your stomachs rumbling. You placed the things on the counter and made small talk with the worker as you reached for your card but of course, Sam had beat you to it, and not without a smirk on his face.
"Not a chance of that today love," He said, kissing your head due to the height difference.
"Thank you pet but you didn't have to," You said as you picked up the bag of your things and linked hands again.
You made your way toward the door as the worker spoke.
"You two are so cute, don't let each other go," She said, making you and Sam just blush and nod.
For some reason that hit a special place in your heart as you smiled lovingly at Sam.
You made your way towards one of your favourite cafes as you spoke about little things that you liked to talk about.
"Go find a seat and I'll order the usual darling," He says, guiding you with his hand on your back towards the seating area.
Both you and Sam have a lovely meal together while talking over things like your careers, music, and anything you could think of.
You and Sam were now walking around the shops and so far Sam had stopped you from using your card every time but you knew better than to argue it.
You spent the majority of your time together in music shops looking at albums while holding hands and sharing kisses. You both picked up a few albums including one which had one of your and Sam's songs on, Combat Rock by The Clash.
Sam had also treated to a few clothes you had seen including a dress which in his words "Aye I don't see this being on very long my love" which was the only reason you brought it.
That was one of your favourite things about him, his ability to always make you feel good and confident in any situation.
You were now walking reminiscing over the little silly things you had done today as you noticed a shop next to you had a photo booth. You didn't even think about it before pulling Sam in and that's how you ended up here.
You were sat taking multiple photos in an array of different poses. Ones of you kissing, pulling faces, smiling, laughing, and anything else possible.
"Come 'ere" Sam spoke before lifting you onto his lap in front of the camera.
You didn't say anything, you just placed your hands around his neck and placed a light kiss on his lap. However, he didn't want the kiss to end as he put his hand on your neck and brought you back to him. You both pulled away, grinning wide at each other. All of which was captured by the little camera in the booth.
"I'm never letting you go y/n" He whispered, tucking a strand of ear away.
"You better not" You respond, admiring his blue eyes.
"I adore you" He whispered again before kissing you once more which such love that melted you.
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I Love you
This is my first fic 🙈. I’ve been a Sam Fender fan for years but never had the confidence to post anything myself. I’m a massive fan of lots of writers on here @17-goingunder @theborders @the-leveller @jhangelface0523 (and many more) and they’ve all inspired me to try myself. I hope you enjoy!!
Friends to Lovers
Y/n was a shy girl. Never one to be outspoken in a group setting and certainly not one to be confident in her own skin. She struggled with her body image and with socialising with people she didn’t know too well. However, despite these so called ‘flaws’, she was kind. Her eyes had a warmth to them and when you looked into them, you felt at home. Without knowing, she had a capability to make people feel safe and good.
Sam had secretly admired her for years. She was in the same year as him in school and after Sixth Form Y/N had cemented herself well into their friendship group. Sam thought she was the prettiest girl out there. He loved how much SHE loved, how she constantly put others before herself and how her heart was just the purest. The crease between her eyebrows when she laughed and the twinkle in her eyes when she was faced with cute cat videos were little quirks he was enamoured by.
However, Y/n was far too self conscious to let herself believe anyone like Sam would be interested in her. She had been there through all his previous girlfriends, secretly earning to be them, wishing she could be the one being comforted by Sam when drunk, getting songs written about her or better still, getting random kisses and hugs from him just because he could. But she never verbalised these desires and so Sam never felt he was in the position to express to her how much he loved her. It was a vicious cycle and it was inevitable to catch up on them.
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“Y/n!!”
Urgh. There it was. That sickly sweet voice Y/n had grew to hate so much.
Leah was Sam’s newest girlfriend. He’d met her a couple months back on a night out in Newcastle and they’d been going out for about 4 months. There was nothing wrong about her. She seemed sweet and made Sam happy, but that’s what made Y/n secretly resent her more.
“We were just talking about you!”
“All good things I hope” Y/n joked in jest.
“Is that a new top you’re wearing?”, the blonde girl asked.
“Erm no it isn’t actually, it was me Mams in the 90s, she let me borrow it.”
“Aw, cute”, a slight trace of a patronising tone in her voice.
“Sam was just saying how you’ve finally found a new job. Took you long enough! Anyone would think you’ve just been living off this lots money!!”
Woah. You could tell she was drunk, but she’d never been this confrontational with you before.
“LEAH.” Sam snapped. He looked mortified.
Y/n’s cheeks had flushed bright red and she began to recoil in on herself.
“Leah, what the fuck?” Dean said.
You were so confused, where had all this come from? Sure, you and Leah were never the best of friends but you also were never enemies.
“Oh calm down would yous, it was only a joke!” she declared.
But you didn’t find it funny, and Sam could tell. You were very self conscious about the fact all your friends now had money and you were still struggling to get ends to meet. You never asked anyone for help financially, but Sam new you struggled and would always be conscious never to make you feel uncomfortable because of it.
“Leah, where did that come from? You know Y/n has never taken advantage of any of us!”, the geordie blonde boy seethed.
“Oh give over, none of you can take a joke. I’m going to the toilet.”
Y/n wanted the ground to swallow her up. She hated attention, and currently everyone was staring at her. All she could think about was the quickest route to leave.
“Y/n Im so sorry I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”, Sam apologised. The look of guilt written all across his face.
“Don’t be daft,” Y/n stated, “I’m sure she meant nothing by it.”
Sam wasn’t so sure though. He’d had constant arguments in last few weeks with Leah about Y/n. Leah felt threatened by her and Sam’s relationship, and so she expressed that by declaring to Sam she didn’t like Y/n a few weeks back. She also felt like Sam cared more for Y/n then her. To make matters worst, Sam couldn’t console her on this. He loved Y/n and if it came to it, he’d pick her, every time.
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An hour later and Y/n was outside the pub having a cig to calm her nerves. She was still so embarrassed from earlier but she didn’t make a fuss, just sat with her friends and pretended nothing had happened. Inside it had ruined her though, she needed a few minutes outside to just compose herself before she faced Leah again.
“May a join you?” a familiar voice filled her ears.
Subconsciously, a smile plastered its self across Y/n’s face and her rapidly beating heart began to slow. Sam was the only person who made her feel like this.
She quickly nodded her head and he took a seat next to her, his scent drowning out everything else. He was just perfect.
For a couple moments they sat in silence, just enjoying one another’s company. They were the type of friends who could do this and it wouldn’t be awkward. The warmth radiating off him was addictive and Y/n couldn’t resit her desire to be closer, deciding to rest her tired head upon his shoulder.
She was slowing starting to feel more calm and like herself until a sob could be heard from the blonde man sitting next to her.
Y/n’s head whipped round and she felt her heart shatter from the sight in front of her. His eyes looked desperate for some comfort and his body was pitifully shaking. She couldn’t take it, seeing the one person she truly loved being so broken and vulnerable.
“Oh Sammy. Come here”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His head soon buried itself into her neck and he clung onto her like his life depended on it.
Y/n had never seen him like this before. So heartbroken and inconsolable. It was torturous. His sobs were harsh and he was struggling for breath, his salty tears were soaking themselves into Y/n’s top and his hands had become white from how hard he was clinging onto his girl.
“Oh my darling, please talk to me. Tell me what you need.” Y/n whispered comfortingly.
“I need you.” was all the man said.
Y/n’s eyes began to tear up at his confession and subsequently she began to rock him side to side, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
“Baby tell me what’s the matter, please. I hate seeing you like this and not knowing how to help you.”
“Erm..” Sam started, “Well…” he was struggling and Y/n could tell. She placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, a sign telling him to keep going, she was there for him.
“I hate how Leah treated you earlier and I hate how she clearly made you feel. You’re the best person in my life and I’ll be damned if I let anyone, especially a girlfriend, treat my best friend anything less than the princess she is.”
Y/n was speechless. Did he really care for her that much?
“Truth be told, I’ve always admired you. Thought you were the kindest, cleverest, prettiest girl I knew and I think Leah knew that deep down. But I’ve been too scared to do anything about it. I always thought you’d never feel that way about me so I’d get myself another girl who wasn’t half as interesting as you, but would be interested in me.”
What the hell was going on?! Surely Sam didn’t feel the same way about Y/n as she did for him.
“Anyway I’m rambling. The point is, I’ve just broken up with Leah.”
WHAT.
“I know it’s probably a shitty thing to do it so quickly and in such a public place but I couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t make me happy and I didn’t really want her like I wanted you.” his voice noticeably got quieter at the end of his little speech, but Y/n heard loud and clear.
“And I’m not expecting you to feel the same way or to even say anything back to me, I just want you to know that’s it’s always been you. It always has been, and always will be.”
It was music to Y/n’s ears. That’s all she’d ever wanted to hear, right from the first day she saw him she was captivated and she knew she’d never fall out of his spell. Everything about him was perfect; his goofy smile, sensitive nature, immature humour and incredible musical talent. Y/n was in awe of him and always wished she could be good enough for him. Little had she known though, it was exactly Y/n’s humble and kind nature that had made Sam equally fall for her.
“Sam… i don’t know what to say” Y/n’s voice trembled. And before she could wipe the tears that began to pour down her face, Sam was wiping them away with the pads of his thumbs, kissing away sweetly at the tears on her cheek.
“I’ve always wanted you.”
Now it was Sam’s turn to be stunned.
“From the moment I saw you I knew I’d never love anyone the way I loved you. You were just perfect and so I never let myself believe I could ever have you because, how could someone so good love someone like me.” Y/n confessed.
“Oh Y/n, you have no idea what you mean to me. You are the best person I know and I promise, if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making you see yourself the way I see you.”
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want that, Sammy.” You spoke through tears of joy.
And before Y/n could think another thought, his forehead rested upon hers and he bumped his nose against her little button one, a silent question of consent asking her if he could get closer. She smiled and nodded gently.
Suddenly his sweet lips began to press against hers. He started slowly and softly, testing the waters, before the pair let there passion take over and they kissed each other like they’d been so desperate to do since the very first day. Tears were spilling out both their eyes, it was just perfect. All she could feel was him, and all he could feel was her and that was all they wanted for the rest of their lives.
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Arghhh. I hope this was ok?! Please let me know your feedback!!
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Sam fender is so under rated
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Sam Fender
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PROMPTMAS DAY 6- Gingerbread house- Sam fender
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so sorry this has taken me so long i have had a super busy week. i have no idea how im meant to get 6 more out by christmas day. but enjoy. el xx
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It was christmas eve, Sam’s and I’s second christmas as a married couple fourth together. We were currently at my family house on the outskirts of newcastle in the countryside and we were having our traditional gingerbread house making competition. Every year the couples of the extended family take part in a gingerbread house competition of recreating their own houses, the ones who were single were either judges or teamed up with another singleton and created one of the pairs house, when we were younger and for the kids currently they usually help with their parents, sometimes they help judge, but it’s usually the competiveness that stops them from participating, This year sam and I were announcing our pregnancy during this years competition, it was a great way to announce it. My sister and Brother were the judges this year for the fourth time in a row, because naturally they were the only singletons of the L/N family left.
“Welcome to the annual L/N gingerbread house making competition. Okay as always Y/B/N and I are the judges because we have had way too many dates gone wrong this year. you know the rules by now for those who have forgotten it’s as follows, we make the gingerbread cook them, do our annual presents giving for those who won’t be here tomorrow. We then come back, build the houses and by 9pm tonight we have a winner. Jeanie i’m routing for you this year” my sister jokes,great aunt jeanie was always the one to make hers the least realistic as she had a wild imagination and was a cake creator so she brought in ideas that she wanted to try out, she’s usually last place.
“Okay enough, Can we get on with it?” My dad says “yep go start making your gingerbread” My sister says becoming bored and going back to her phone, I must ask her later what that’s all about she’s been glued to the bloody thing all morning.
“we’re bound to win this year” Sam whispers next to me. “Oh for sure this pregnancy announcement is gonna blow the roof of everyone’s” I whisper making sure to keep quiet, not wanting to spoil the surprise. “You make the house, I’ll make the people and fence as always?” I say to him “Yeah we’re bound to win this darling” He says next to me before placing a kiss on my cheek.
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1 hour later and all the gingerbreads were in the ovens, and we were all gathered in the living room to open presents.
“Y/n and sam this one’s yours” My little cousin passed me a rather large present placing it in front of us.
by the time all the presents had been placed in front of everyone and had a pile.
“great aunt jeanie, open yours from us first” I say, “Okay darling, what have you gotten me this year? another phone” “mum that was one year, And they did it as a favour to me because you cannot be sending me letters every time you need me to be popping to the shop besides it was only a landline. open it anyway i’m not having this conversation” My aunt Lucy replies.
She rips the present open “awwh how lovely” she holds up the square cardboard where sam’s face sat “we knew how much you wanted to listen to sam’s music but didn’t know how to work a cd player and music online so we got you the hypersonic missiles vinyl, the seventeen going under one is to follow if you like the first one, jeanie” I say.
“how thoughtful. I think it’s only right if you open my one to you two” “which one is it?” sam asks moving his hand from my thigh to reach to the floor “the rectangle one.” “ahh found it” he says picking it up off the floor and placing it in my lap I open it and it’s a reed diffuser with mine and sam’s initial on it placed in a love heart “Oh this is cute and thoughtful” I say “Lucy found it on the face book. she already got you guys something so she got that from me to you” “It’s not preowned before you ask some woman makes them, and i asked her to make one for you guys” “oh thank you, even if it was preowned it still would’ve been thoughtful” I say
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After all the presents were done we went back into the kitchen and started building our house, sam and I had disguised the pregnant gingerbread into a normal gingerbread person and created two little balls and passed them off as “snowballs” that were going to be incorporated into the gingerbread people throwing them.
“okay do you remember how to build the house, you forgot last year.” I say “i didn’t forget i forgot to bring the sheet i write it down on and had to remember how to build it from memory and i also had to remember how our house looks from the outside. “Still can’t believe you forgot what our house looks like” “we had just moved it was difficult” sam says “whatever, it’s not too late to divorce you” I say in a whisper knowing that if anybody heard the D word it would cause a riot. “might i remind you that your pregnant with my baby” he whispers back in my ear.
we had built the house and had to wait 5 minutes until we could start decoration it so i decided to create the pregnant gingerbread while we waited.
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2 hours later and our gingerbread house was done we used white dripping icing for the snow on the roof, black fondant for the gutter chimney and arial, white fondant for our front door gold fondant for the doorknob beige fondant for our steps, green fondant for the bushes over the gingerbread fences, and then outside the front was the two gingerbread people holding hands stood on the doorstop, with the pregnant and at the base of the house was icing writing that read “welcome baby fender due summer 24”
“Okay times up, we need 30 minutes to judge everyone’s and come up with a winner. so please excuse yourself”
once everyone had vacated the kitchen about 30 seconds later, a loud “OH MY GOD, THERES NO WAY!” sam and i giggled to ourselves before subtly high fiving.
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half an hour later we were all gathered back into the kitchen.
“Okay, so we have a clear winner. announcing their PREGNANCY. yes. PREGNANCY. which has been a first and I certainly hope it’s not the last… I mean we’ve had marriages, divorces. that was a weird one, bless carol i miss her. but never a pregnancy. so for that. Congratulations to the fenders you won this years annual gingerbread house competition” a chorus of “oh my gosh”’s and “awwh congrats” and applauses but sam and i were in our own world hugging and him placing kisses on my cheek.
“this time next year you’ll all have a baby fender to spoil.”
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