#fender takacs x reader

[xbruised-peachx]

AHHHH PLS DO NSFW FENDER HEADCANONS I LOVE HIM

ANON YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT PANDORA'S BOX YOU HAVE JUST UNLOCKED BECAUSE IM DOIN THE ALPHABET BABY YOU DIDNT ASK FOR IT BUT IM DOING IT ANYWAY

Fender NSFW Alphabet

Tags: 🔞 MDNI, pure smut, fem!reader, LOTS OF FINGERING (he literally has the "come here" fingers as his select animation don't come for me), gun play mention, spanking, edging, cockwarming, public mention, marking, not betaread

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's definitely the type to just hold you close after, wrapping his arms around you like a blanket and just letting his heavy breath sync with yours. He'll ask if you need anything, like water or a towel to clean up. He'll only leave after kissing your forehead, getting you whatever you need then asking if you'd like to shower with him if you haven't passed out from your own exhaustion. That is one of his favorites though, is just helping you get cleaned up under a nice, warm shower.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I never noticed the their favorite body part of this whoops- So his personal favorite of his own is his arms combined with his hands. Not only are his arms super strong but his fingers are so thick but also nimble. He knows how to work you with his fingers alone, and combine that with his massive biceps alone, it's a killer combo. He could get off alone to the way your eyes beg for him as you watch his muscles flex, veins showing as he pumps hard into you, fingers deftly angling up.

His favorite part on you is by far your legs and thighs. He loves seeing you in shorts, skirts/dresses, even tight skinny jeans, he can't get enough of it all. Often, in public, he'll put his hand on your thigh, letting his fingers softly caress at your sensitive inner thigh just so he can watch you squirm, scooting closer to him as he chuckles, your head on his shoulder as he rests his head on yours.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay... might be controversial here but... I don't think he'd actually want to cum inside. Hear me out; the way his bio is, it does sound like he might have been a bit of accident... like I don't think the CIA op was exactly planning on knocking up a revolutionary while in Budapest but well... NOW FENDER IS HERE SO, I feel like he does consider that and tries to be cautious as all hell, not really sure if he wants kids. That being said, bro has the best pull out game outta everyone and loves cumming on your stomach and thighs. He loves watching it spill down the sides of your thighs, your soft gasps as you feel his warm seed drip down your tummy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has fantasized about fucking you with a gun. He would never bring it up as it's way too dangerous for him even if it was unloaded and had all the safety, but part of what got him off on that fantasy was the thrill of danger... the idea of you trusting him. Your sweet eyes looking up at him as your tongue wrapped around the cold, black metal. There is one thing you have done though that he doesn't want to admit he liked way more than he should; when you grinded on his boot while sucking him off. (Basically, he has his own military kink he doesn't really want to admit to as he wants to seperate work from you.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He mostly did casual hook-ups before you, not wanting to stay committed as he was worried about ending up like his dad. He didn't want to leave anyone. Now though, he is more than happy to share his experience with you, and god, does he show it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy; he loves just grabbing your hips and slamming into you, your face buried down but still hearing every desperate cry from you, just because his pace is relentless. If you allow it, he'll spank you, just to assert that dominance and because he loves hearing that sudden cry and moan from you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He may crack a couple jokes and tease, but for the most part he is actually serious. Occasionally sarcastic but all of this is mostly saved for foreplay as he just likes teasing you as you get more and more desperate for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So from his gym skin it actually seems like he manscapes pretty well, not have any hair on his chest or anything (sad). However, I say he has just small happy trail and tends to keep his downstairs short, trimmed but not shaved completely. He seem pretty neat and tidy most times.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Though he will seem stoically quiet a lot of the time, he shows his intimacy, his appreciation and adoration of you in other ways. Kissing every part of your body, his eyes trained on every reaction, mouth open as he groans with you moans, whispering in your ear asking, "You like this, darling? ...Good." You can feel his toothy smile as he kisses on your neck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His go to is thinking of you cumming over and over on his fingers as his kisses your neck and breasts. He does it when deployed and god, he's been needing to ask you if it's okay to record because there are times where just memories aren't enough, that he wants to sneak a phone so he can hear you moaning his name again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves edging you; especially when fingering you. He keeps count of how often he can do it before you just can't hold it anymore. He also loves cockwarming, one of his favorite morning activities is just holding your hips close as his cock is buried deep inside you. Feeling every pulse of your walls, soft whimpers escaping your lips as your legs barely have to adjust around him to feel him more and more against your sensitive walls.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It is generic to say home in the bedroom, but yeah, he likes to keep it mostly to himself, but he definitely is not opposed to a bathroom quicky or some backseat car fun.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves the way you look at him. You don't have to say a word, just looking back at him and he's gonna try his damnedest to get whatever you want. He also loves when you wear his shirts, but he warns you, they're gonna come off just as quickly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like putting you in actual danger, even if he has had some fantasies. So things like knifeplay or gunplay he'd never do. In general he tries to keep the military away from you as he learned from his dad the hard way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He will lick and suck on your clit while fingering you, but for the most part prefers actually just fingering you. He'll mostly go down for that reason, just to enhance when he's fingering you. He prefers receiving, loving the way your tongue rolls up his shaft and how your eyes look up to him as he cums down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's definitely fast and rough, but he always checks in to make sure he isn't going too hard on you. He knows his strength and doesn't want to intentionally overstimulate you... though he does on accident but you don't mind at all as he pounds into your sensitive pussy over and over making you cum on him continously.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them, but he still prefers the real thing. He'd rather you cumming multiple times but he can't help it when you're rubbing on his arms, whispering in his ear how bad you want him and how you can't wait to get home. Why wait when he can pull you to the bathroom right there and you can show how bad you want it?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's always down to try things at least once to figure out if he actually enjoys it, especially if it's to make you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh, him edging you and all his workouts aren't just for show; he can go for hours. He jokes and says its the only cardio he love but it has the hint of truth in it. He loves making you cum multiple times so to feel your plush walls tighten around him, your voice crying out his name, he has to last a while to keep up. And when you hears you begging him to not stop... well, how could he disappoint such a lovely lady like you? He's gonna keep going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He likes a good cock ring personally, and likes using a bullet vibe with you. Only once did he try a vibrating ring and he actually found it too much for himself, cumming too soon he felt like (...you had already cum four times). So he personally keeps the two seperate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease to an extent. He'll often egg you on in the morning, giving you gentle touches on your body through the day, kisses to your neck with breaths that linger on longer than they should. The second you are begging though, telling him please to just give you what you want, he's not gonna fight any longer.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I'd actually say he's pretty quiet. He'll have his mouth open, letting out heavy breaths and moans on occassion, even rarer, growling once he's getting closer to his own release. He'll speak in short sentences, just asking if you're okay and how it's feeling, sometimes saying small bits of praise; "So beautiful..." "Amazing, darling" "So.... fucking tight". It's mostly due to his brain being so scrambled, feeling so good while fucking you but unable to translate his thoughts and not wanting to say it in Hungarian... He really doesn't find Hungarian hot in the bedroom so he wants to keep it to English as much as he can.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to leave bite marks on your neck specifically so if he catches someone looking at you too long, he'll just smile, and hopefully notice the little tooth gap matches his sweet, not-so-innocent smile.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6½" when flaccid, and 7" when hard (16.5cm flaccid, 17.8cm hard). He's pretty thick too, particularly towards the base, and his veins have a tendency to show a lot more, leading to you feeling at he pulses, his heart beat getting fast as he gets closer, and its such an interesting but amazing feeling when it's inside.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His is pretty average... until he's on a tour or just gone a while. The second he comes back you're being pinned against as a wall as he shows just how much he missed you, even the neighbors will know he's back home by the time he's done.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He actually tends to be energized post sex, much like most workouts. Unless its done at night, he'll just hold you, make sure you're safe as you drift off into a nap. At night though, he'll make sure you fall asleep first, making sure you're happy and all taken care of before dozing off himself, feeling truly at peace with you.

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Idea

Pastel goth!reader

All pictures are from pinterest

Lucky sent me this btw

[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)

[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

[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... 😵‍💫

[ilovewhiteroses]

He Is Not What He Seems

Pairing: COD Fender Takács X Medic Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Mentions of violence, some swearwords Rating: none Notes: - @placeinthemiddleofnowhere​ got me into playing Call Of Duty and when I learned that Fender is hungarian, it was a nice surprise 💕💕

"Wounded soldier! Wounded soldier! Quick, let's put him on the bed!” a paramedic shouted in desperation. A bullet hit the soldier’s right upper arm and it should have been taken out of there immediately. You and the other medics rushed over and began treating him. Since it was an open wound, you could do nothing but disinfect it and bandage it, while you asked the paramedics to take the unfortunate man to the hospital. The milder injuries were treated in the medical room, the more serious cases had to be taken to the hospital.

You tried to hide who you really were from others, because you didn't want to stand out. Your father is a rich businessman with so much money that even your grandchildren would never have financial problems. You have two half-siblings from his previous marriage, with whom you never really got along, because they couldn't bear the fact that they would have to share the inheritance with you. While they happily spent their father's money, you decided that you really wanted to help, not just at charity events. Thus, unlike your spoiled siblings, you applied for medical school after high school, which your father was very proud of.

You recently started working as one of KorTac's medics and so far you've handled situations well, although there have been quite overwhelming moments as well. Today was relatively calm, you only had to treat a few minor injuries. You got hungry and went to the vending machine to get some food. You looked for a ham and cheese sandwich, but when you were waiting for the machine to dispense it, it suddenly stopped and your sandwich got stuck inside. You hit the glass angrily, because not only was your money lost, but you were also left hungry.

"Can I help you?" asked a confident male voice. You looked up and it was König, the Austrian KorTac operator. It was not difficult to notice him, his huge stature was visible even from several meters away. You haven't talked much so far, even though you've tended his wounds a couple of times.

"Um, yes, please, I'd really appreciate it." you said in confusion. The big man hit the glass of the vending machine with his gloved fist so hard that it was a wonder it didn't break. The machine took the signal and dispensed the sandwich. König took it and handed it to you.

"There you go. Hmm, it looks good, I might buy one for myself, although I prefer heartier meals.” he said politely under his mask. You took it from him and thanked him. You were about to go back when König called after you.

"I know we haven't talked much so far, but I just want to say that you are doing a good job. It can't be easy for you either."

"Of course not, but we are here to help you." you told him with a smile then said goodbye to him, promising to talk to him again.

 A few days later, KorTac soldiers went on another mission. There was a lot of upheaval in the medical room, you barely managed to treat the wounded. Among others, they brought in Fender, an operator who suffered a head injury and an injury to his arm, as a bullet grazed him there. You went there to take care of him, you asked him to take off his mask.

"Do I have to?" he reluctantly asked you.

"Yes, since you had a big hit on your head and I need to see if you have a concussion." you replied and carefully removed the mask off him. After you examined him and saw that his injury was not serious, you treated the wound on his arm,

"I see that there is nothing wrong, but I will refer you for a skull CT scan, that's for sure."

"Believe me, this hard head never gets hurt." he said with a slight smile. He's a good looking guy, you thought to yourself, then quickly felt ashamed, because you shouldn't have thought like that in such a situation.

"No no! You go and get a CT scan, I'm not arguing about that!" you told him firmly and Fender saluted.

"Okay, I will do what you ask."

 You've been thinking about him quite a bit since you took care of him. There were other guys besides him, but for some reason HE caught your attention the most. You've heard that he is not an easy case - in fact, no one at KorTac was - and he's quite ruthless on the battlefield, but he's loyal and helps his comrades in trouble.

You wanted to know more about him, so you invited König to a pub to talk a little about the soldier of Hungarian origin. At first he wanted to leave the mask on, but you talked him into taking it off instead so as not to scare others. You both drank beer, only König asked for a bigger pint. He took a drink and let out a loud belch.

"This is good beer! I missed it." he said and wiped his mouth then looked at you. "You don't drink?"

"Yeah, but I rarely drink beer. Tell me…what do you know about Fender?” you asked, tapping the side of the glass with your fingers, then you took a drink too.

"Fender? What's up with him? You have a crush on him or what?” he asked, causing you to almost spit out your drink.

"No! I mean… since I don't know everyone yet, I thought you could tell me a little about him." König first raised his eyebrows doubtfully, then grinned like a mischievous child. He wasn't stupid, he knew what was going on.

"Okay, if you say so. To be honest, I don't know much about him, even though we fight together. All I know is that he was master sergeant in the Hungarian army. He's quite a hothead, but otherwise a good guy. Plus, his mask is pretty ridiculous, it looks like two slices of bread covering his face." he laughed at his own joke. It reminded you of when you took care of Fender, and until you took it off of him, he really looked funny in it.

After that, you didn't talk much about the hungarian, instead König told you about their latest mission and his kill count.

 A few days later you were writing reports and filing papers when you heard a knock on the door and Fender stepped in. This time he was not in his military uniform, but in a dark t-shirt and jeans, holding a folder.

"Hello! What's up?" you were surprised but tried not to show it.

"I had a CT scan of my skull and brought the diagnosis to show it to you. Fortunately, nothing was found.” he said with a smile, even though he was clearly embarrassed too. He gave you the folder, you looked at the papers.

"Thank God, I'm happy about that." you gave it back to him. You wanted to return to your own things, but Fender was still hanging around.

"Is there something else?" you asked and put your pen down.

“Well, as a matter of fact, yes. Well, er, the thing is, I thought I'd ask…how about you having coffee with me? I want to thank you for what you have done for me.” Fender finally said. Your eyes widened.

"Never mind, that's my job, but… is that allowed? ” you asked.

"We are just going to have coffee, there’s nothing wrong about that." Fender looked at you kindly. Your heart suddenly started beating faster…

"Okay, just wait a bit, I'll finish with these and then we can go." you said. He went out and you tried to focus on the paperwork, although it was pretty difficult.

 You went to a recently opened, cozy little cafe. You asked for a latte macchiato because you loved coffee with milk, the operator had cappuccino, and you also chose some cookies to accompany them. Since he invited you, he insisted that he pay, even though you told him to cut it in half. You felt a little guilty for letting him pay in the end, since, if you wanted to, you could buy the entire cafe from your future inheritance. You took the foods with you and looked for empty seats. Both of you were quite embarrassed, because you had never seen each other in civilian clothes before and you didn't know what to do with the situation. To break the ice, you spoke first.

"You chose a nice place, I've never been here before."

"Me neither, I just heard about it and thought I'd try it sometime. I'm glad I came with you. The others, especially König, are more pub-going types, when it comes to coffee, the vending machine one is enough for them." Fender blushed slightly and took a quick bite of his cookie to cover it, hoping you didn't notice. You did, and thought it was cute - an almost two-meter-tall, rigid soldier. When he wasn't looking grumpy, he actually had a kind face. His beautiful, brown eyes and defined cheekbones swept you off your feet... Your mind already started to wander somewhere else when suddenly you heard your name in the distance. When you regained consciousness, it turned out that he was calling you, because you didn't answer his question.

"Oh, I’m so sorry that I didn't pay attention, but I don't even know when was the last time I had a really good sleep." you were ashamed of yourself and held your forehead. You even forgot about your coffee for a moment.

"Don’t be sorry. I haven't even known what sleep is for a while now." he smiled shyly.

You wanted to talk about something else, so you asked about his origin.

"So, you're Hungarian, right?"

"Only half. My mom is Hungarian, my dad, whom I never knew, was American." he said, sipping his coffee. You remembered Erzsike, who taught you some Hungarian words a few years ago.

"I had a Hungarian friend, from whom I know a few Hungarian words, which are actually swear words." as you said, you were embarrassed like a teenager.

"Well, let me hear them!" Fender encouraged you. Although there was little chance that others would understand what you were saying, out of caution you quietly flashed him your minimal knowledge of Hungarian.

"Let's see... Mi a neved? (what's your name?), Hogy vagy? (how are you?), Baszd meg! (fuck you!), Kurva élet! (fucking fuck), Fogd be! (shut up)…what else? Törődj a magad dolgával! (mind your own business!). That’s all.” Fender laughed.

”Haha, these are good. I also taught the others a few words and it's very funny when they try to pronounce them." the cookies and coffee in front of him slowly ran out. "Is there something you would like to know in Hungarian?"

"Hmm, how do you say ’don't worry, everything will be fine?' If I have to tend to your wounds again, that's what I can tell you." you said kindly. Fender smiled at your reasoning.

" Semmi baj, minden rendben lesz!" you repeated, Fender was barely able to hide his laughter.

"Your pronunciation is so cute!" he said and you both had a good laugh.

It was hard for you to imagine that the kind, huge guy with whom you had just had a good coffee, could be a real killing machine in a different situation. You looked deeply into his eyes and saw a kind of sadness. He's obviously been through a lot since he started military life, but he hasn't let it all consume him. Deep down, you were glad that you knew this good-natured self of his, and not the other, wild, ruthless one.

You put your hand on the table and Fender put his on it. You turned your hand so your palms were touching. The small touch made your heart beat faster again. You've only just met him, yet you've started to feel something for him…

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*clears throat*

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please & thank you madam 🙏🏾

-🎨

(here lemme try a quickie while I'm on my lunch lol full story coming... sometime lmao)

Cleaning Up

Tags: fem!reader, 🔞 mdni, barely a plot, edging/denial, fingering, cunnilingus, from behind standing, no Y/N mention, one shot and not proofread Word Count: 1,349

Fender wanted to treat you well today. He always did but today was special, the first weekend back from a long tour. You had spent most of the day relaxed in his arms, never even changing out of some comfortable yoga pants, your hair a mess but you didn't mind. You felt so comfy and safe the whole day and he found you beautiful no matter what. And for dinner, he wanted to make you some chicken paprikash, as close as he could to how his mom made it. He said he'd never be able to match it, but to you it was the best, no matter what he made or how he made it.

He had done so much for you today; taking care of the house, cooking for you. The only thing you fought him against now was doing the dishes. You just wanted to do something as thanks, arguing it was only fair as he cooked for you. He relented, resigning to just gathering everything for you and going back to relax on the couch when he was done.

But he didn't go once he dropped off the last dish. His hand lingered, dragging his fingers down the counter and to your waist as he stood behind you.

"Thank you, Fender... I got it from here." You looked back at him with a smile, but he looked at you with his lids slightly lowered, a genuine soft smile on his face as his thumbs rubbed softly up and down your sides.

"I know, darling... Don't mind me, just act like I'm not even here." He smiled a toothy smile, laughing softly. God, his smile always made you melt.

It was hard to ignore him though as you started back up, him planting a soft kiss on your head as his hands lowered, caressing your hips. You felt him just barely pull your hips closer, feeling his weight against your backside. You knew where this was going... and you really liked it. But you played along, taking a deep breath through your nose as you arched your back into his touch. You heard him just barely laugh, he always enjoyed how coy you would play. He wasted no time, letting his finger drag tantalizingly on your front as his snaked his hand between your legs. You were still wearing your yoga pants, but the comfortable, breathably thin fabric was betraying you as you felt even more friction as he started gently circling on your clothed clit. You let out a soft gasp, your hands going limp as they held a dish and sponge respectively. He laughed again jokingly tutting at you.

"Heheheh... come on, you can multitask right?" He cooed, teasing as he whispered in your ear and ceased all movement. He wasn't gonna move until you started again... he really enjoyed teasing you like this, giving you that little bit of denial.

You started back up the best you could, hearing him chuckle to himself as he slowly flexed his fingers, a breath ghosting your ear as he just barely spoke his praise, "...Good girl." He lowered himself to the crook of your neck, planting a kiss and lingering there as his fingers circled again. You felt him smile as he pulled your hips even closer, grinding his growing hardness into your plush ass as you arched even more, moaning softly. You tried hard to continue doing the dishes, but when he was doing everything in his power to distract you... It didn't help when his hands smoothly glided to your waistband and underneath, one of his digits reaching under your panties and collecting the wetness on your slit. You already knew you were soaked, and he didn't help as you let out of curse between your teeth as he touched you. He chuckled darkly again, lifting his hand out and raising it to his mouth, able to hear as it lightly popped coming out. "...So wet already, baby? Mmmhm..." He lightly pulled on the waistband, starting to pull them down. "I don't want you to be ruining your pants now, hmm? Here... I'll help you out, darling."

He slowly knelt behind you, continuing to pull down your pants and panties just as slowly. You helped out, kicking at least one of your legs out as his hands reached up, grabbing your ass and spreading it wide. You gasped, biting your lip as your legs instinctively stepped apart for him. He laughed again, taking a deep breath and just admiring his view a moment before shoving his face deep in, his tongue running from your clit all the way up to clean up any of the wetness. You just about dropped a dish as you moaned again, feeling completely at the mercy of his touch. He looked up to you, a sly smile you couldn't even see as he watch your arms tremble slightly as you caught your breath. "Mmm~... you gotta keep up with the dishes baby, even when I'm down here... this is what you wanted; you wanted to thank me for today." His voice trailed off as his hand moved to run down your already wet again cunt, one of his fingers just barely pressing at your entrance. "Now, you can thank me just by keeping this pussy wet and moaning just like that~..."

His eyes watched as your back arched even more into his touch as he pushed one of his digits in. Just one finger alone did so much for you, thick and calloused, but skilled and nimble. With a smile he pulled it out and pressed a second in. You whined even more, nearly keeling over the counter but pushing yourself even further into his thrusts. He chuckled, "You doing good up there?" You nodded slowly, catching your breath as you looked behind the best you could, just barely able to see his confident smile from the corner of your half-lidded eyes. "Good~." You didn't even see as he leaned forward, letting his tongue give your clit a quick flick as he started to slowly thrust his fingers in. He latched on just as quickly, lapping and sucking at your clit while softly humming to himself, setting off natural vibrations that shook you to your core. It didn't help as his fingers thrust into you at brutal pace. Even at this angle, he took a pause to turn his wrist as he pulled out, angling them perfectly to curl against your g-spot. You were a mess, barely cleaning the dish before tossing them aside. You were both lingering and in a rush, unable to even think straight as he turned you into putty under his skillful touch.

It wasn't long before your cries started getting louder, closing your eyes as you were unable to focus as your vision started flashing. You felt him smile on you as your walls tightened around his fingers. He stood up suddenly, only removing his fingers so they could move back to reach around your front, much more easily able to curl his fingers to make you his and his alone, completely under his control. He growled in your ear, his voice low and breathy. "You gonna cum for me so soon, babe? Heheheh~... God, I don't care how fast you do as long as you're doing it for me so... Mmm~ come on baby, I know you want to. Cum on my fingers for me."

His words pushed you over the edge. He was silent most times but he knew how his words affected you... and he always used it to his advantage while you were just on the edge. You were left shaking on his fingers, a cry of his name the only thing escaping your lip as he kissed your neck, helping ground you after reaching such a nirvanic bliss. He kept kissing, even as you slowly caught your breath. He chuckled softly, looking at the running water and very few dishes left.

"...Mmm~... let's save these for tomorrow. I want to show my thanks for you on the bed now, darling~..."

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(please tell me if this isn’t appropriate or makes you uncomfortable, i’m the anon who sent the first message you answered after posting the nsfw gender headcanons c:)

so i saw this.. adult video earlier and i don’t know why but it reminded me so much of fender. the guy in the video was fingering a girl and he was just SMILING at her while he did it and all i could think of is your renders of him and his tooth gapped smile + the headcanons

my brain is corrupted and i love it x

(You're all good anon!)

YESS absolutely he fingers you because he enjoys it, he loves hearing the way you moan and your body moving into him, he can't help but smile as you're at his mercy. It's much more of a sly smile than the one used in my renders, that kind of smile that shows his full confidence in himself. Occasionally he'll even chuckle softly when you whimper, your words stringing together as you can't form a coherent thought. He has to laugh and pity you, but the second you see his brown eyes looking at you, that sweet, cute tooth gap... you know he's all yours and you're all his in that moment alone.

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Fender gives me absolutely filthy vibes. Like I can just imagine him hitting it from the back and pulling out when you cum… only to lean down and EAT it from behind before shoving his fingers in. He’s definitely a rough finger fucker.

What do you think he would think about squirting? Would it be a goal for him to achieve and he’d be feral when he does or would it be something that he doesn’t expect? I can’t decide

He’s a sick fucker I LOVE HIMMMMM

I’m so depraved pls help me. You’re the only one I can send these delusions to

HARD AGREE ANON. I was trying to get the point across he's very respectful and loving but GOD DAMN he is rough and filthy and it's soo hot.

Now as someone who actually does... ya know. I'M GONNA BE SELFISH AND SAY HE ADORES IT. Absolutely a goal of his is to get you to squirt if you haven't before. It's the one time he won't actually prefer his fingers, instead going all mouth and tongue action. He'll spell out Hungarian words on your pussy just because he loves the way you moan when he spells a word with an ő, those little accents driving you wild. He'll be growling as you clearly get closer and closer, "Cum on my fucking face, so fucking hot, darling."

[dustandwindstuff]

-That one word-

Fender x reader

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Summary: This is my first time writing an x reader, I hope it's not really bad!

I'm sorry if i made any mistakes in the fic!

You can also find this on AO3

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It was a stormy night, and thanks to a loud thunder now you're wide awake. Great just what you wanted! Now that you're awake at 3 AM you could just snuggle to your sleeping boyfriend. you reached out to his side you felt his side cold. Maybe he went to the kitchen to drink, so you decided to wait.

Minutes later you grew a little impatient so you went out of the room and saw that he was in the living room and he was sitting on the couch. "Fender?" He looked at you with widened eyes, he didn't hear you walking to the living room.

"Hi.. i didn't hear you walking around" you smiled at him while walking towards him, you sat next to him on the couch "is everything okay?" He nodded and gave you a weak smile "yeah i just couldn't sleep, but what about you why are you awake kedvesem?" You melted when he said that petname, almost forgotting he asked you a question.

"Didn't you hear that loud thunder? I'd be suprised if no one woke up to it." He chukled at the joke and he gently took your hands and you stood up from the couch with him "come on, let's go back to sleep" he said while walking back to your shared room.

Now you're in bed with him, he's spooning you from behind. " Good night, szeretlek." He whispered and you knew how to anserw to that one word. "Én is téged, Fender."

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Notes:

Translating

Kedvesem - my dear

Szeretlek - i love you

When somebody says "szeretlek"

We respond with " én is téged" ( only if it's mutual love) and it basically means that we love them too

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One day (Fender Takacs x reader)

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Summary: this is my first time writing angst, i'm sorry if i made any mistakes in the fic!

Translating at the end notes

You can also find this on AO3

Warning: wounds, blood, minimal cursing, death

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Five minutes before everything was black and you couldn't see nothing, but now you're staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. What happened, where am i? You asked yourself but then you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen. "Shit.." you cursed while looking up seeing a gaping wound and the pool of your own blood.

" I guess this is it for me?" You asked yourself and now you're straring at the ceiling once again. Your comms are broken you can't call for help and now you're hearing someone in the house, now you're began to panic who will it be, the enemy? Or one of your teammates?

"Y/n?"

You knew that voice. That was Fender, the man you went to many missions, the man you playfully flirted with in that shitty bar. You're not gonna lie, you liked that man more than you should, and you don't want him to see you like this.

"Basszus, ne ne ne..." He said while running to you, you have no idea what he said. Now he's trying to help you, but you already lost too much blood, you know you won't make it out of here. "Fender stop. It's already too late."

" What? No! I will help you no matter what, you're my teammate i can't let you die here. And besides who's gonna flirt with me if you leave?" He tried to joke and it did make you chukle a little " i'm sure somebody will" now you're feeling weaker and the man sees that you're getting more pale, he knows you're right he just can't accept it.

Now he's pulling you close to his chest, this is the first time of being so close to him. You're so cold but he's so warm, you don't want him to let go of you. "I'm sorry for not telling you this sooner but, i like you y/n. I really do" you began to see him a little blurry are you crying? You can't feel it. You want to say that you like him too but nothing comes out of you mouth.

" Y/n if you have to go, i'll let you go but i promise you angyal, one day we will meet again" you can't hear anything other than the ringing sound, you have no idea what is he saying he became more blurry now. You raised your hand weakly, you wanted to touch his face but your hand immedately became numb and when it dropped back to your side everything stopped.

Now you can't feel pain, you're not numb, your ear isn't ringing, and you see clearly. Everything is okay now. But it isn't for The man who's currently still holding your body close to his chest knowing one day he will see you once again.

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Translating

Angyal-angel

Basszus.. ne ne ne- shit.. no no no

[v1rus-l0v3s-c0d]

Because of this picture

Fender in the front

I wanna wrap my arms around fender's neck and kiss him

He just deserves it

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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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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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First kiss headcanons for Fender and Gromsko? How do you see it happening in terms of setting and time and would you or them make the first move to kiss? 🥰

Tags: not betaread, fluff, no Y/N, one shot

First kiss with Gromsko!

He was always so confident in himself, loud and boisterous. It was extremely charming in its own way, and even more when he was around you. Like he was trying to impress you, show you how he was. But as you started hanging out more, getting more comfortable about him, when you'd get him alone... that's when you saw a different side of him. He was still loud, the booming laugh could be heard for miles, but he softened up, his voice going quieter as he confided in you, listening intently when you spoke, hanging on every word. His confidence was genuine, and he remained that way... but even that wall had its cracks.

The two of you were dating in secret from Specgru, though most paid it no mind. He just thought you were so special though, you didn't deserve a hasty kiss in some closet just because he wanted it. No, he wanted to make it special for you. But when he'd get you alone, his confidence would faulter slightly. He'd have his chance to kiss you, but never took it. It wasn't the time, he reasoned, what if she doesn't want it now.

Then one night, you two set up camp, you starting the fire as he gathered supplies, the fuel for it. The cool night air rushing over, as soon as it was set up, you sat by it, huddling your knees close to conserve your body heat. Coming back with a few logs, Gromsko quickly threw them in the fire before sitting by your side, an arm around you. He threw off his gear as his brain shut off, just wanting to protect you in this little way. Maybe it was his medical training... or perhaps his caring nature... probably a combination of both. Taking off his jacket, he quickly pulled it around you, keeping your body close to his. You looked up at him, adoration in your eyes as he smiled sweetly at you. You mouthed a thank you and he just chuckled softly.

"I wish I could make you some tea or soup right now," he said, laughter trailing off as he glanced at the fire. "So much I want to do for you, kochanie..."

You just smiled, shaking your head lightly. "You already do so much for me, Sobi... I barely know how to repay you already."

As he glanced back, meeting your eyes again, it looked like he was about to make another joking comment, but as he saw your loving expression... he knew it was the time. Both of you leaning in at the same time, neither of you were making the first move... it was like as wordless agreement, a silent culmination of appreciation as your lips met, soft breath escaping as you pull each other even closer, warmth shared to protect each other.

First kiss with Fender!

Sitting on the couch with him, you felt truly at ease. He confided in you his trust issues, how he never wanted to get too close to others, yet here you were, sitting physically close to him as you both watched TV. So close your body had to lean closer to him just so you could comfortably rest your hands down as to not touch him. And he didn't mind, though he didn't want to admit he liked it, glancing over and seeing your body turned toward him, back just barely arched, heat radiating just slightly from you. Your eyes though were fighting to say awake, not even able to really bring yourself to look back at him, your half lidded eyes betraying you as you wanted to enjoy this moment for longer. You were just so relaxed though...

He was watching the show again, not even paying attention as he just enjoyed your presence when he realized you were dozing off suddenly, abruptly as you slowly fell forward into his broad chest. Instinctively, his arm went around you, catching you so you wouldn't fall further. He took a deep breath, holding it as your arm dangled precariously close to his own thigh. But then he saw your resting face, eyes closed as you fell into a soft sleep... he wanted to keep you distant, not wanting to hurt you by getting close to you and then having something happen to him. But he couldn't help himself when his heart beat faster, his expression softening as he gently caressed your arm.

He waited five minutes, just to see if you'd wake up on your own. But you never did, barely even stirring in your sleep. He gently got up, looking at you as you rested on the couch before just as carefully picking you up, holding you close to his chest as he carried you with ease, heading to your dorm.

He got a hint you were more awake than you were letting on when your arm lifted from resting your stomach to wrapping around his neck as he leaned over to open your door. Setting your feet down first, he softly laid you down until your arm wouldn't let go. He saw you slightly smile, he rolled his eyes light-heartedly.

"You have to let go of me, darling..."

You grumbled not letting go, "But I don't want to."

Like a little child, he couldn't help but find it endearing. "What do you want then? Because you need to sleep."

You smiled softly, looking off to the side as you thought about something. Meeting his eyes again, you pulled yourself closer, letting your lips meet his. His eyes widened, not expecting this, but slowly, taking a deep, he slowly shut his eyes as he eased into the kiss. He didn't want you close like this... but truthfully, he needed someone like you who he could trust and truly relax with.

You broke the kiss after a moment, arm breaking from around his neck just as had let his hand rest on the side of your waist. "That's all I wanted... goodnight, Fender."

He chuckled softly, lifting himself from the bed as you pulled the covers over yourself, admiring your sleeping face once last time while standing at the doorway. "Goodnight, darling... I'll see you tomorrow."

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since you are staring to like fender do you have any headcanons for him 👀

SO, the problem I'm having is I actually know very little about Hungary, so often with my headcanons, I try to also make them accurate for someone who is actually that nationality. Unfortunately I don't know anyone from Hungary to ask either so unlike Gromsko, mine are gonna probably have some inaccuracies and I do apologize and they may seem a lil standard but, I'll give em a shot bc there is so lil content abt Fender anyway!

Fender Headcanons

Tags: none actually! these are just general headcanons that could be applied anywhere :)

Let's start with one that's basically canon you can't convince me otherwise; His call sign is Fender, the guitar brand, he has multiple lines referring to music ("Now we're jamming!" "Shows over!" "Get the fuck off my stage..." "Very rock and roll 🤔" "Let's get the band together!" etc.), and his voice actor can sing really well. He is definitely a musician of some sort and strikes me as a metal head for sure. Some of his favorites are System of a Down, Slayer, and Avenged Sevenfold.

His bio states he was father was a CIA op and mother was a "guerrilla revolutionary" in communist Budapest. Communism ended in Hungary around end of 1989, so at the youngest, he's 33 since the game takes place at the end of 2022.

With his father dying when he was young, he's definitely a mama's boy. However he also give off eldest sibling energy so I think he has a few younger half-siblings. He also has daddy issues, sorry that's canon.

He is definitely a gym rat with that gym skin he got April. But I want to combine it with the Mtn. Dew skin because he's gremlin coded and yeah no, he's combined his pre-workout powder with Mtn Dew and swears he saw God while using a stair climber.

He's had his tooth gap since his adult teeth first started coming in, but he absolutely despised the dentist. Being his mom's first child, and just generally not growing up in the most wealthy household, he managed to convince her he didn't really need an orthodontist or braces. Hence, his cute lil smile he has now.

In general, he's very confident in his abilities, a little abrasive but charming in his own way. He will always remain friendly at first until wronged. He got bullied as a kid so he does have his guard up and it takes a bit to truly gain his trust. He also is a bit hot headed and will stay angry for quite a few hours.

He will often use the fact he's half American as a joke... a lot. He says that's why he loves Mtn Dew, why he learned English so early in his life despite his dad already being gone, and that he definitely got his love for explosives from his dad's side of the family.

He's not super patriotic though for Hungary. He likes his home country but doesn't quite like speaking Hungarian around the others in Kortac knowing they won't understand him. Only rarely will they catch him talking under his breath to himself or when he's startled in battle (example, "VIGYÁZZ!").

He will however, cuss someone out in his language. There are no holes barred there, he will say some the most jaw dropping shit if they knew what he was saying. This often leads to him laughing mid-cuss out as they look to him incredibly confused.