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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 1 year

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Alright, wrote a little something for all the gresties who struggle with storm anxiety like I do. I see you, I feel you, you’re not alone. You’re not crazy for feeling anxious or afraid. Like seriously you’re not, my messages and asks are ALWAYS open. I really hope these help you all in some way ❤️

Now, then… This is how I imagine the boys would comfort you during a storm:

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Jake:

Night time storms were one of your biggest fears. Everything was even more dangerous, with the decrease in visibility. That unsettled you to an unexplainable, unhealthy amount.

If there was a tornado, you wouldn’t see it coming and that was more than enough to send your anxiety soaring to heights that you couldn’t come down from at times.

You sat on the edge of the bed, listening intently to the weatherman on the screen. Everything he was saying was somehow going in one ear and out the other, besides the part where he’d said “tornado.”

“Jake??” you called for him, worry laced so heavily in your voice.

His footsteps were coming down the hall immediately. “What’s the matter, baby?”

All you could muster was a shaky, pointed finger towards the TV screen.

Jake watched and listened for a moment, before looking over at you with a softening expression.

“Oh, love…” Jake ran his fingers through your hair soothingly. “It’s gonna miss us… See?” He pointed to the TV.

But that wasn’t good enough for you.

“But what if it turns this way??” you question seriously, watching the Counties under said tornado warning scroll along the bottom of the screen. “I mean…It could happen…”

Jake stayed quiet for a moment, trying to think of the best way to help soothe you or make you feel at least a little bit safer.

Your head snapped to the window as wild lightning flashed from outside, then snapped back towards Jake with even more worry evident in your eyes.

“Baby, It’s okay,” he spoke gently but firmly. “Do you wanna sit in the bathtub until it passes? Would that make you feel better?”

It felt ridiculous - for you and Jake to squish into the bathtub for no reason other than for the sake of your anxiety, but you knew it would help. Jake knew it would help and he would do anything to make you feel safe.

Jake grabbed a couple of extra blankets and tossed them down in the tub, leaving one to lay over your shaking body.

He got in first and sat down, then, reached his hand up to stable you as you stepped in. You sat down between his legs, letting him pull you back against his chest. Both of his arms wrapped securely around your waist, squeezing reassuringly.

“I’ve got you, love,” he whispered calmly. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re okay. You’re safe right here with me.”

Sam:

Thunder shook the walls of your house, jolting you out of what had been a peaceful sleep.

Once you adjusted, you could hear the wind banging things around, the rain - sounding more like hail - hitting against the windows a roof. The lightning lit up your room as if it were daytime.

You sat up in the bed, running your hands through your hair with an uneven exhale of a breath.

“Love bug,” Sam mumbled from beside you, startling your further - not realizing he was awake.

Your head snapped to look back at him and he continued in a gentle command, “Lay back down.”

More lightning lit up the room and a particularly rough gust of wind shook the window, causing you to avert your attention from Sam entirely.

He sighed knowingly, sitting up to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you down himself.

“Sammy,” you whimpered.

“Shhh,” he hushed you softly, pulling you against him and enveloping your body. “I’ve got you, bug. I’ve got you.”

You tried your best to settle down and relax into Sam. He started to draw little patterns into your arm, squeezing you in his arms every so often to let you know he wasn’t gonna let go.

“You’re so beautiful… you know that?” Sammy asked softly, speaking as though he would scare you further if he talked too loud.

You hummed in acknowledgment to his words, but couldn’t find it in you to form up a better response. Thankfully, he wasn’t looking for one.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the world…” he continued, his voice already starting to calm you as he knew it would. “So smart, and funny… so sweet. So, so sweet. You’re so strong and brave, aren’t you?”

“M’trying…” you mumbled quietly, trying to let sleep overtake you before more anxiety could instead.

“You are,” Sammy corrected. “So strong. And you’re safe… Right here with me. I’ve got you. I’ll be right here when you wake up, love bug.”

Josh:

Storm after storm; it never seemed to end. You would be blessed with a few days of sunshine, only to be bombarded with more severe weather in the wake of those sunny, warm, days.

Of course, to you inconvenience, this time around the storms just had to be hitting at night.

“Mama, you can’t stay up all night.” Josh argued lightly - worriedly.

“But what if our phones don’t go off for a warning and we don’t get woken up? What if-“

“Baby, please,” Josh pleaded lightly, crouching down in front of where you were sat anxiously on the edge of the couch. “You need sleep. We both do. You shouldn’t stay up in here and scare yourself even more.”

He was right, if he went to bed and you stayed up, that would just make it worse - not having him next to you.

“We can turn the bedroom TV on, yeah?” Josh reasoned. “We can turn it on, I’ll make sure the volume on my phone is up all the way… It’ll be okay. Just come lay down with me, okay?”

With a defeated sigh, you got up and followed Josh to your shared bedroom. To your surprise, the TV was already set to the Weather Channel and his phone was plugged in on his nightstand.

“How’d you know I’d give in?” You questioned him, trying to sound playful but still just sounding anxious.

“I didn’t, but I wanted to be ready just in case,” Josh answered, climbing into the bed. “C’mere.”

You climbed in beside him, watching him as he leaned over and flipped off the lamp on his nightstand. He picked up his phone and held it out in front of you.

“See?” He pressed the volume buttons on the side. “Volumes all the way up, mama. If it goes off, I promise it will wake us up.”

You nodded and sunk down into the blankets, feeling surprisingly calmer than you were feeling before.

Josh, laid on his back next to you, guided your head to his chest.

It was silent for a few minutes, save for the faint sounds of the weatherman talking away on the TV, until Josh began to sink quietly.

“Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again…

It’s been a long, long time…”

You couldn’t help the content sigh that fluttered out of you, the anxious feelings in your body being overtaken by the gently melody that Josh was filling the room with.

“Haven’t felt like this, my dear

Since I can’t remember when…

It’s been a long, long time.”

The sounds of thunder and wind and rain, faded into background noise as Josh continued to lull you to sleep with his voice, not stopping until he was positive you were sound asleep.

Danny:

“Babe?” Danny called, finally returning home late from the studio.

The storms had kept them stuck there for a few extra hours, but the second a break in between storms came, Danny was rushing home to get to you.

He searched around for a moment rather frantically, before finding you laid out in the floor of your walk in closet with blankets and pillows.

“Baby girl,” he couldn’t help the surprised chuckle that slipped out of him at the sight before him. “How long have you been chilling in the closet??”

“Uhhh,” you started, looking at the time on your phone. “Since the first tornado warning…”

“Babe, that was 4 hours ago.” Danny stepped in carefully, sitting down next to you.

“I’m so sorry,” he sighed weakly. “I should have just stayed home with you today.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you assured him.

“Do you wanna come into the bedroom…?” Danny asked hesitantly. “We can cuddle on the bed…?”

You looked out into the bedroom, then back down at your phone that had just lit up with another warning.

“Could we… Do you think we could cuddle in here?” you asked him seriously with a sheepish expression.

A little hint of a smile tugged at his lips, “Yeah, we can stay in here.”

Danny slid underneath the blankets beside you, tugging you securely into his side and placing your legs over top of his.

“You wanna hear about to Kiszka Studio chronicle of the day?” Danny asked, making an attempt to focus your attention elsewhere.

You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

“So, after one of the storms… Jake insisted on going out and looking at the hail,” Danny began, the exasperation already clear in his tone. “It was fuckin’ massive. So, of course, he brings a couple of them back inside with him and he tossed one at Sam, but Sam missed it and it hit his bass…”

You genuine gasp jolts out of you, knowing good and well that Sam was very cautious with his instruments. “Did Sam kill him??”

Danny giggled at that.

“Not… yet? I don’t know. There was a lot of yelling after that, but he didn’t kill him,” Danny continued, laughing lightly. “You know Sam, though… he’s ruthless. He’ll get him back.”

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allthingsfook · 1 year

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Headcannon - GVF

Minors DNI 🔞: downright filthy headcannon about the boys’ kinks.

Josh — Auralism: he likes to hear every obscene moment of the act. Your breathy moans, the sheets bundling underneath your bodies, your wet core weeping for him, your tongue lapping against his length… he may even be into blindfolds in the bedroom; anything to focus all his attention on listening to your body. Nothing turns him on more than sitting across the room, eyes closed, focused on the sound of yourself playing with your toys. It’s like blissful torture for him. Although it gets him extremely horny, he typically cannot wait more than a few minutes before he pins you to the bed and rocks your world.

Jake — Orgasm Control: he can be a huge dom and controlling when you get off is the ultimate turn on for Jake. Tying you up and edging you to climax with toys before he cuts you off; flashing those dark, cunning eyes and devilish grin. He will do it over and over again until he can’t resist finishing himself inside of you. When the toys are not enough to fulfill his desires, he turns to cockwarming. In he thrusts, holding himself inside you for a moment, before repeating his motions. It’s so frustrating when all you want is to be slammed into the headboard until your silly.

Sammy — Sensation Play: pleasing your body with all 5 senses is Sammy’s goal. He turns out the lights, flickers on the candles, and wears the outfit you love most on him, and enjoy taking off him even more. He excites your sense of smell by wearing that YSL cologne you melt for. Deep moans and soft breaths in your ear send goosebumps shooting all over your skin. Stimulating by touch is his wheelhouse; spanking your ass, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, licking all sorts of parts on you. And not to forget taste; Sam is always game for trying things like flavored lube or bringing the pantry into the bedroom. Sounds cliche, but he loves the aerosol whip cream!

Danny — Roleplay: sounds a little vanilla anymore, but Danny knows exactly how to take it to new heights. He surprises you with spicy lingerie and tells you what he expects from you. One night you might be a bratty receptionist that needs punished, the next you might be submissive maid ready and willing to serve her boss. He taunts and degrades you when you disobey him, but praises and spoils you when you behave. All of these antics certainly are not confined to the bedroom. He’s not shy to fucking you over the kitchen island, taking you from behind on the shower floor, or laying you across the glass coffee table in the living room.

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geminisecrets · 2 years

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Headcannon: All Alone

Honestly these have become less 'headcannons' and more just prompts for our rambling. Sorry these took so long, ya gurls have been mrs and mrs worldwide but we're back.

How we imagine each of them would react to catching you *on your own*

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, unprotected sex, marijuana use, dom!jake

Jake

He told you not to. You knew you were breaking the rules, but the ache between your legs and the knot in your tummy was starting to consume you, entirely. You had brain fog from how bad you needed release. It didn't help that you had the day off work and no plans to keep you busy.

“Keep those pretty little fingers away from my pussy until I tell you that you can touch it.” He growled in your ear this morning as he left you riled up and panting between the sheets after waking you up by grinding up against you and kissing your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark.

You try to focus on the episode of Selling Sunset on the TV in your living room, but Jake’s words ring in your ear, over and over, and you know you’re going to suffer the ‘consequences’ later if you touch yourself now. Questions like, ‘How will he know?’ and “What if I use a toy? Does that count?” flood your mind, but that’s not the point. You’d know and you’re a shit liar, especially when it comes to Jake. Just two more hours. He’ll be home in two hours and he promised to take care of you.

He’d reminded you this morning during your rushed make out session. “Gonna make you feel so good.” He said, hips rutting against you as he moved between your legs. “Gonna take care of my good girl. Can you be a good girl for me?”

The ding from your phone where it lies next to you on the couch is what pulls you out of your daydream. The text from Jake reads: ‘Sam keeps fucking with the keys on this song so recording is taking way longer than I thought. Not sure when I’ll be home, but it’ll be late.’ You audibly groan in response before sending your reply. You type four of five messages and delete them all before responding with a selfie of you frowning, looking as pitiful as possible. And if you squeezed your upper arms so that your cleavage was on full display, so what?

Within seconds, he’s typing. You see the little bubbles appear and disappear over and over as if he’s trying to decide what to say, and then, they’re gone. You poke out your bottom lip like a child pouting and toss the phone across the couch.

Fine. If he wasn’t going to play nice, neither were you. You take the steps two at a time and round the corner to flop onto your bed. Ridding yourself of your t-shirt and shorts, you lean back against the plush velvet pillows Jake had insisted on and reach into the bottom drawer of your nightstand. After a bit of blind fishing, you find your vibrator and thank God it’s charged as it whirrs to life.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes as you let the fantasy begin to play out in your mind’s eye. You bring the toy up to your lips and push it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before dragging it down your neck to your chest. The sheer bralette you’re wearing hides absolutely nothing and you watch as your nipples harden when you press the toy to your breasts. Thanks to Jake edging you this morning, it doesn’t take you long at all before you’re slipping the toy past the band of your underwear and pressing it to your clit.

You gasp at the intensity and then let out a moan as you start to move and grind against the toy. It’s just as you start to feel the flicker of a flame in your belly that you hear the bedroom door click shut.

“Fuck!” You shout, eyes popping open as you scramble to sit up. “You scared the shit out of me, Jesus Christ.”

“Not quite, but I’m flattered.” Jake says as he lazily strides toward the bed, taking in the sight of you.

“You’re right. Jesus probably didn’t look as good as you do in an open button down.” You grin, relaxing back into the pillows again. Jake does not grin back. The look on his face tells you that you’re in trouble. You stay silent as you lock eyes with him. Every step he takes brings him closer to the edge of the bed. Anticipation is thick in the air and you feel your heart begin to race as he slips his shirt off in one swift motion.

“Am I in trouble, Jakey?” You ask as innocently as possible. Again, Jake says nothing as he reaches for your ankles and tugs you down the bed. The sound that slips past your lips as Jake starts to unbuckle his belt should embarrass you, but you’re past the point of caring.

“Sit up.” Jake demands, and you oblige. Once you’re on your knees, he’s behind you, fastening his belt tightly around your wrists. His lips are at your ear when he whispers, “stop trying to be cute, you know you’re in trouble.” A shiver runs down your spine as he moves from behind you to stand at the edge of the bed.

“Get over here.” He says, watching you, dropping his pants to the floor and touching himself through his underwear. You can hardly contain the moan that’s threatening to rip out of you at the sight of him growing harder. You walk on your knees over to the edge of the bed. Your hands strain against the leather around your wrists and you pout.

“I want to touch you.” You whine.

“Yeah?” Jake teases. He steps right up to the bed, chest pressed against yours and you can feel his hot breath on your face. You don’t try to control your breathing either, huffing into his open mouth. You’re so close, your noses are brushing against each other’s.

“Please touch me, Jake.” You beg. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours, breathing coming out a little more ragged and you notice his fist is in his underwear now, jerking himself with a little more rigor. “Oh my God.” You whine again, your mouth watering just thinking about the precum that’s undoubtedly dribbling out the tip of his cock. “Please, baby. Been thinking about you all day.”

“But you didn’t obey, did you?” He finally asks, taking a few steps back. You instantly feel colder without him.

“I’m sorry, but I–” you begin but he holds up his free hand and interrupts you.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He sharply retorts, leaning back against the dresser behind him. “Now lay down, spread your legs wide for me and don’t move.” With an anticipatory gulp, you lay back, trying to ignore how uncomfortable it is with your fingernails and the belt buckle digging into your back. You spread your knees as far apart as you can, exposing yourself completely to him.

“Fuck, kitten, you’re absolutely soaked aren't you?” You groan, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable once again. As you move to clench your thighs together for even a millisecond of friction, he barks out another order.

“Didn’t I say don’t move?” He chastises.

“Sorry, sorry.” You breathe, spreading open again for him.

“So disobedient today.” He clicks his tongue as he walks back toward the bed, hand still wrapped around himself, lazily stroking. He runs a single finger up your leg from the inside of your ankle to your knee. “I was going to give it to you, angel.” He says, eyes fixated on the heat between your legs. You whimper again. “Right here, right now. Maybe fuck some sense into you for being such a bad girl.”

“Please.” You beg.

“But since you seem to be so keen on the idea of touching yourself, let’s just go with that, shall we?” He smirks, leaning against the dresser behind him again and dropping his underwear to the floor. You swear your eyes roll back in your head when you finally see his hard, aching cock in his hand.

“Jake.” You moan dramatically.

“Let me hear it, then.” He says, chin jutting toward you. “If you want it so bad, tell me.” You watch as he looks down at himself and lets a long dribble of spit fall onto the tip of his dick before he swipes his thumb over it, using it as lubricant.

“Oh my fucking God Jake, this is torture,” you whine, awkwardly lifting up on your elbows to get a good view. “I need you so bad. I’ve been thinking about you since you touched me this morning.”

“Keep talking to me.” He says, closing his eyes and tipping his head back, hand moving a little faster.

“I was thinking about you when I was touching myself before you got home. I couldn't help it. You’re so fucking hot.” You explain.

“What did you think about?” He asks, gruffly.

“Thought about sucking your cock. The way it feels in my mouth. The vein that runs up the length.” You say as sultry as you can, watching him pump himself to your words is driving you insane. “Thought about you bending me over the couch and spanking me when you found out I touched the pussy that belongs to you even though you told me not to.”

“I’m close.” He says, eyes snapping open as he walks right up to you.

“That’s it, baby.” You say and you swear you could cry, you're so turned on right now. “Let it go. Cum on me. Cum on your good girl. Only yours.” With a few ragged breaths, he’s striping your stomach and tits with his release. He falters, hand reaching out to catch himself on the bed as he hovers over you, panting. “Oh my God, Jake.” You groan, stretching your neck to the side so that your lips can reach his wrist where it rests by your head. You pepper kisses along his forearm as he comes down.

“Fuck.” He breathes through his curtain of hair. His eyes meet yours and he lowers his face to yours, his forehead resting on yours again. “Your turn” he smirks.

Danny

“Okay, what do you think about this one?” Danny asks as he plucks the same strings in yet another cadence.

“Sounds good, babe.” You offer. You don’t have a single musical bone in your body and everything he plays sort of sounds the same to you but there’s nothing in the world you love more than watching him play.

“I agree, but I still think the rhythm of the first one is better. I feel like it flows better.”

“Mhm.” You agree, your eyes following a bead of sweat as it trails down the expanse of his back.

The pool in your backyard is tiny. The whole backyard is, in fact, tiny. You’d moved into this place about a week ago and could only find one outdoor lounge chair at the thrift store. Your miss-matched lawn furniture was all part of the charm. Or at least that’s what you tell your mother to keep her from worrying about your broke, student-debt-laden, ass.

Danny sits in front of you on the lounge chair and continues to play chord after chord. You watch the way the muscles in his back ripple each time he flexes his forearm to press into the strings or moves his shoulder to strum. “This is kind of romantic, you know.” You interrupt him, but he doesn’t stop, just plays a little quieter.

“Yeah?” He asks, back still to you as he sits perched on the other end of the chair, facing the pool. Always the gentleman, letting you take up most of the space.

“Yeah. I love when you serenade me.” You smile.

“Remember the last time I serenaded you?” he asks.

“Of course I do.” You feel yourself blush.

You’d been in the bath with a glass of wine after a really bad day. Danny had been at the studio all day. It was rounding on nine o’clock and he was still out. It wasn’t until I heard the faint sound of strings being plucked down the hall that the muscles in your shoulders finally started to soften.

The playing got closer and closer and then you could hear him singing softly along. When he tapped the door open with the headstock of the guitar, he smiled down at you. He was completely naked, wearing nothing but the guitar strap over his shoulder.

You burst out into a fit of giggles at first, and he laughed along while still singing the lyrics to First Day of My Life. When you recognized the melody and heard him sing the words to you, as he’d done so many times before, the tears finally began to flow.

“I love you so much.” You smiled up at him, laughing again as he set the guitar down and leaned over to kiss you. He stepped into the bath, crowding around you with his long legs and arms and cradled you into his chest.

“I love you, little bird.” He whispered into your hair. You looked up at him with your chin on his chest and he pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back. And kept kissing him. And kissing him and kissing him until you felt a heat in your belly. You took his hand from where it rested on your cheek and brought it beneath the water’s surface.

He groaned into your mouth as you guided his fingers between your legs. His kisses got sloppier and more urgent as he teased his middle finger at your entrance. “Please.” You whispered against his lips. He leaned forward, pressing your back against the porcelain wall of the tub. As he hovered over you, kissing down your neck and pressing his ring and middle fingers into you. “Fuck.” You whined as he licked and sucked at the wet, soapy skin on your chest.

“You taste like lavender.” He smirked, looking up at you as he took your nipple into his mouth.

“Little Bird?”...

“Little Bird?” He says again, pulling you out of your daydream.

“Hmm?” You hum, looking up at him as he stands over you.

“I said do you want more water?” He smiles, “but now I’m wondering if we should just go inside.” He jokes “I’m worried you’re getting sunstroke out here.”

“No, no I’m good. More water would be great, thank you, Gorgeous.” You smile up at him and purse your lips, asking for a kiss. He leans down to peck your lips and as he wanders inside, you hear him call,

“At least get in the pool, would ya? You’re way too hot.” You roll your eyes and ignore his heed as you take a deep breath and let your mind wander back into your daydream. You can almost feel the way his lips suctioned over your nipple, his fingers toying and twisting the other one. The heat of the bath water made your head fuzzy. Your orgasm came faster than you expected and you felt white hot pleasure ignite in your belly.

With a quick peek behind you to make sure the coast was clear, you slid your hand into your bathing suit bottoms and found your clit immediately. You relaxed your shoulders and neck and focused all your energy on getting there. “C’mon” you whispered to no one but yourself as you imagined it was Danny’s fingers inside you once again. “Danny” You breathed as you felt a tightness in your core. You’re close. So close.

“Fuuuuck me.” Danny groans. You open your eyes to see him standing in front of you with two sweating glasses of ice water. Your face goes beat red and you cover your face with your hands, ready to die of embarrassment.

“Oh God, I’m sorry.” You laugh, nervously.

“Sorry for what?” He asks incredulously, setting the glasses down and finding his spot in front of you on the chair again. He reaches up and pulls your hands away from your face.

“I don’t know, it’s embarrassing. I guess I’ve just never had anyone watch me touch myself before.” You bite your lip, looking down.

With his finger on your chin, he tilts your face up to look at him. “That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever walked in on.” He smiles, leaning forward to kiss you. He sucks on your bottom lip, dragging his teeth against it as he pulls away.

“How long were you standing there?” You ask.

“Long enough.” He smiles, looking down at his lap. Your eyes follow and find the hard outline of his cock pressing against his swim trunks. “Don’t be embarrassed, Little Bird. Just show me again.”

Josh

“You’re gonna fuckin’ green out, dummy.” Josh playfully shoves you as he tugs the bong from your hands. You barely hear him over the music blaring loudly from the TV in the corner of the basement, but you giggle anyway, giving the glass piece over to him.

It’s finally here. The night you’d been dreading for months. By this time tomorrow, Josh would be on a plane to London and you’d be spending your night thinking about what you were going to do for the entire summer without your best friend.

“You do have other friends, ya know.” Josh had said to you the day he broke the news about his summer plans. “You’re not going to miss me as much as you think you will.”

“That’s literally hilarious Joshua.” You say, face deadpan. He knew he was your only close friend and had been since middle school.

“Don’t be such a sourpuss. Think of all the cool things I’ll bring back for you.” He pulled at a loose strand of your hair as he tried to lighten the mood.

“Nice try, but not even a suitcase full of souvenirs will pardon you from your sins this time, Kiszka.” You pout, knocking his hand away from your cheek.

“What about two suitcases?” He smirked.

“God, it’s still so fucking hard to picture this summer without you.” You whine picking up the warm, half empty beer bottle from the coffee table, letting it slosh around before swallowing it all in one chug.

“I know. It’ll be our first full summer apart since sixth grade.” He offers.

“Ugh. Please do not remind me of the Step Monster when I’m already depressed.” You groan, slouching fully into the couch as the high finally hits you, rushing through your veins and causing your entire body to tingle in the best way.

“Spending that summer with your dad and step mom was hardly the nightmare you make it out to be, you brat. They had a pool house and a huge water slide– oh! And a movie theater in the basement. In. the. Basement.”

“Yes, thank you for the emphasis. And enough with the gas lighting. You weren't even there.” You flip him off, which he returns with a fake smile and a muttered “charming.” It’s quiet between you for a moment, but it’s far from quiet in the crowded basement.

With his head leaned back against the couch, Josh looks over to you with a grin on his face. “I’m really fuckin’ high.” The grin bubbles into a giggle and you can’t help but laugh along. Your friends begin to make their way over to where you’re both situated on the couch, teasing you both for being so far gone so early in the evening.

“Leave us alone.” Josh blushes and pulls you into his side, burying his face into your neck and hiding in your hair. And there it is- the fluttering in your stomach when you feel his breath on your neck and his fingertips squeeze into your hips.

Getting turned on pathetically easily when you’re high isn't a new thing but, feeling it with Josh sort of is. There had always been a little something there since you were kids and you’d even kissed a few times in highschool, just to see if there really was anything real under the surface, but neither of you had ever made a real move. Well, it was more that neither of you were capable of ever having a serious conversation to save your lives.

Recently, however, you could not stop the feelings that came over you when you were with Josh. The simplest things would make your heart beat faster and it was driving you insane. The last thing you wanted was to be in love with your best friend. Especially when he was leaving for four months. As even more of your friends joined you, you were forced to squeeze closer to Josh. You literally rolled your eyes at how cliched this moment was.

The longer the night went on, the more uneasy you felt. You were practically in Josh’s lap at this point and with a drinking game in full swing, there were once again, more people crowded into your space. The way Josh kept wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning forward from behind you to pick up a card from the table when it was his turn, was making you dizzy.

You swear the room was getting ten times hotter and even after you asked Josh to crack the window that was behind him, you felt like you were nearly suffocating. You were pretty fucked up after the shots you’d taken after your team had lost not one, not two, but three rounds of a drinking game. But, more than anything, you were overstimulated in the worst way. You knew a huge part of the problem was that you couldn’t stop thinking about Josh. His hands on your waist, his breath on your neck. It was pathetic and embarrassing and you needed to do something about it before you went insane.

“I’ll be back.” You excuse yourself, untangling Josh’s arm from around you and maneuvering around people to take the stairs up to the main floor. Once you’re upstairs, you bolt for the back door and slide it open. You welcome the cool air on your sweaty neck as you pull your hair up into a messy bun. Once you take a few deep breaths and cool down, you walk back inside and contemplate your next move. As you walk past Josh’s bedroom, you notice the door is open. As you see his suitcases completely packed by his bed, you’re reminded just why you’re here in the first place. To say goodbye. Feeling sorry for yourself and conflicted about the wetness between your legs, you gently close the door and flop onto his unmade bed, cuddling his pillow.

You can’t help but feel at home and comfortable here in this bed. It smelled like him and the decorations and trinkets surrounding the room reminded you of him and you let yourself miss him before he was gone.

You woke up hours later in the pitch black darkness to the feeling of someone sliding into bed next to you. You knew it was Josh immediately simply by the way he breathed. “Scootch over.” He whispers as you shimmy closer to the wall on your own side of the bed. Your side of the bed. You tried not to let your mind wander in the deliriously sleepy state you were in, but felt wide awake immediately, the second you felt Josh’s arm wrap around your middle and tug you closer to his naked chest.

It wasn’t long before you felt his breath fall steady, snoring lightly to indicate he’d fallen asleep. And it wasn't long after that that you realized you weren’t going to be falling asleep any time soon. You started to feel guilty and strange. Wasn’t it kind of fucked up that you were lying here with your best friend as he plotonically spooned you, not realizing that you’d been painfully turned on, thinking about him, for hours?

As quietly as you could, you slipped out from under him and made your way out of his bedroom and ultimately out of the house. The drive home was dark and confusing and felt shorter than it usually did. You forced yourself to fall asleep as quickly as you could, setting an alarm on your phone to remind you to wake up and drive Josh to the airport.

It was that very alarm that blared loudly in your ear only a few hours later. You rolled out of bed, but still couldn't shake the feeling of pent up frustration you were experiencing last night.

A cold shower would help. Right? That's what people always say in the movies at least, and you were desperate. The second you stepped into the freezing cold water, your whole body tensed up and your system was completely shocked. The longer you stood there, however, the more your body got used to the water and you barely felt cold at all.

Seeing it as your last resort, you grabbed the removable showerhead attachment and switched the water pressure setting to ‘massage’. You laughed at yourself for a moment, feeling like a pubescent boy with morning wood. Then, with a hand pressed against the shower wall to ground you, you guided the showerhead between your legs. As the cold stream hit your clit, you gasped. It took a few moments to adjust to the feeling, but once you got the rhythm, you were shocked at how close you were already.

You were so lost in the feeling that you hadn’t even noticed the door open. “Hello?” You heard Josh call.

“Fuck!” You shout, startled by the fact that the very man you were just picturing between your legs was standing just outside the very clear, very see-through shower wall. With the water being so cold, there was no steam to cloud up the glass at all.

“I’m so sorry if I scared you, I knocked at the front door for like two minutes straight.” Josh said, still standing there, eyes on yours. “Thought you got sick or something when I woke up and you were gone.”

“Nope.” You say guiltily, showerhead in your hand like a murder weapon. “Can you g–”

“I also thought I heard something.” He says, mouth twisting to hide a grin. “My name perhaps?” No. No, no, no. There’s no way you were saying his name, yet here he stood and you know you’d been caught red handed.

“It was all the weed, I swear to god.” You say, awkwardly trying to put the showerhead back in its holder while still covering yourself up.

“Mhm.” Josh replies with a shit-eating grin.

“You’re so full of yourself.” You roll your eyes as he sheds himself of his jacket.

“This okay?” He asks warily. You nod a few times and push the shower door open, inviting him in.

“Make it quick, loverboy, your flight takes off in a few hours.”

Sam

“I’m not one to beg for it, you know I’m not, but I will.” Sam says, lips at your ear and hands roaming all over your body.

“First of all, you most certainly are one to beg for it.” You shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck. “Second, we’re already late and today is going to be busy as hell, so go take a cold shower or something because we’re leaving in ten.” It takes some wiggling and a hell of a lot of willpower to get out of his grasp, but you manage it nonetheless.

Sam had gotten back from tour last night around two in the morning. You hadn't seen him in almost a month and you had to admit you were just about as desperate for him to fuck you as he was. The rushed, hot, whirlwind of last night was not nearly enough to satisfy either of you and you were both content to spend the entire day in bed.

“Tell them we’ll be late.” He whines, flopping down onto the mess of sheets on your bed.

“I’m a bridesmaid, dummy. I cannot be late.” You tease, doing your best to haphazardly make the bed around his unmoving form.

“It’s just the rehearsal dinner, you can be fashionably late right?” He asks once again, reaching out to grab you and pull you into him as you tuck the sheet under the mattress, rendering you helpless as he pins you to the bed.

“We’ve got a shit ton of set up to help with at the venue before the rehearsal dinner, Sam. I told you this.”

“Who’s we?” He asks, mocking you as his hands pin yours above your head and his lips suck kisses against your collarbone.

“The rest of the bridal party and you.” You try to shimmy out from under him as his teeth nip the neck of your flimsy nightgown and pull it down, exposing your breasts to him.”You agreed to help, Sam, I’m not letting you out that easily. Jet lag or not.”

“Alright, alright, no need to go all mommy on me.” He drawls, tongue lapping at the skin on your right breast. Your breath hitches at the word, though you two have ever used it in an intimate context. You feel yourself losing this battle, slowly but surely.

The alarm on your phone, telling you that it’s time to leave, sounds loudly from the nightstand next to you. The fog in your brain clears and you remind yourself that you'll be damned if you let your best friend down on the most important weekend of her life.

“Shit, okay put some pants on.” You untangle your fingers from his and shove him off of you by the shoulders.

The next three hours are pure torture. The wedding venue is outside. In July. And it’s one hundred degrees today. You and the rest of the bridesmaids are tasked with putting together the flowers and place settings in the reception area, while Sam and a couple other plus ones arrange the chairs for the ceremony.

Every time you look over at Sam, another piece of clothing has been shed. First it was the sweatshirt he’d worn on the drive over. Not half an hour later, he was barefoot, now, as the sun beats down at three pm, he’s shirtless with his hair tossed into a sweaty, messy bun. He’s laughing and joking with the groom and a few of the bridal partys’ dates as they haul chairs out of the truck.

He’s so effortlessly hot. At first, you don't think anything of it. Everyone here is roasting and tired and deliriously giggly as we fumble through the chores of the day. Shirts are being discarded, water is being chugged, and two of the groomsmen even sneak back out to the parking lot to sit in the car with AC for several minutes.

Then you begin to catch on to what he’s doing. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and take a look at the notification. The message is from Sam.

Your ass looks so good in those shorts, my mouth is watering. I can’t stop thinking about you.

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as your eyes seek him out. You spot him casually chatting with a friend of yours, phone in hand, as if nothing has happened.

You quickly respond, typing: behave. and shove your phone into your back pocket as you refocus on the flowers in your hand. Seconds later you feel your phone notify you of another message. You physically shake it off in your shoulders, trying to ignore it, instead focussing on the bride who is chattering nonsense about her honeymoon plans.

Ignoring it, however, is somehow making it worse. It’s consuming you. Your mind is now wandering as you think about what the text could be saying. You feel a flip in your belly and you’re wound up tighter than a guitar string.

“How’re we doin’ over here?” You hear Sam’s voice and his footsteps approaching. You feel him then, as his hands rest on your waist from behind.

“Just another day in paradise.” Our friend pipes up. The conversation before Sam interrupted starts back up again and you keep your hands busy, trimming the stem on the peony you’re holding. You feel Sam’s fingers brush your hair off your shoulder so he can rest his chin there.

“Hi.” You whisper, to only him. “What do you think?” You ask, putting the peony in its place and holding up the bouquet you’d put together.

“Gorgeous.” He says and you can hear the smile on his lips.

“Thank you, baby.” You smile back, feeling proud of your work.

“Why are you ignoring me, angel?” He asks. A shiver runs up your spine as you feel his hand slip into your back pocket.

“Just staying busy.” You say, keeping your voice even.

“Hmmm.” He hums into your ear, his other hand wraps around your waist, holding you against him. To anyone else, it would look like Sam is simply, innocently, hugging you from behind, but you can feel his cock press against your ass. Your heart begins to race as he presses the dantiest of pecks to your cheek.

“It’s so hot out here.” You sigh, placing your bouquet in a vase with water and picking up some greenery to trim.

“So hot.” Sam agrees, holding you a little tighter and in any other circumstance, it would gross you out, but you feel the sweat on his naked chest through your tank top.

“Hey Sam, could we get your help with these tables?” You hear one of the groomsmen call.

“Check your phone.” He murmurs, giving you one last squeeze and peck on the cheek before jogging over to where the rest of the group continues to set up. You try your best to stand your ground. It was a game now and he was not going to win…but… again, you found yourself unable to resist focusing on anything else as the wet spot in your panties grew.

“I’ll be right back.” You excuse yourself from the group that barely notices your exit and as stealthily as possible, make your way to the bathroom. You bypass the large, public bathroom, and instead, walk down the long hall and around the corner to the single room option. As soon as the door clicks shut, you pull your phone out, opening the message from Sam.

It’s a photo of him, in this very bathroom, with his very hard, very perfect cock in his hand. His face is barely in the shot, but you’ve seen that look in his eyes before. They’re half-lidded and tired looking, to match the lazy grin on his lips. His shirt is off, and his hair is down, falling over his shoulders down his chest. His shorts sit just below the swell of his ass, making it look even more tempting than it already is.

“Fuck.” You groan. You battle yourself in your mind for a minute before deciding that you’ve got to do something before you snap like an overstretched rubber band. You lean against the wall by the sink in the pristine bathroom and slip your hand into your shorts, then further past the waistband of your underwear.

“Sam.” you whine as your fingers swirl over your clit again and again. You gather the slick that’s been pooling at your entrance since this morning when Sam had gotten you riled up. You glance down at the photo on the screen of your phone and imagine it’s Sam’s fingers filling you up and touching you exactly how you want him to.

You let out a startled scream when you hear the bathroom door open, but settle slightly when you see Sam’s head peak around the frame. He clucks his tongue at you, shaking his head and scolding you with a ‘tsk tsk tsk.’

“Read receipts, angel.” He explains, shutting the door behind him.

“Oh my God” you nearly shout. “How the fuck did I not lock the door?!” Sam says nothing, but steps closer and closer.

Finally reaching you, he lifts you up onto the countertop and replaces your hand with his, grinning as he says, “I love weddings.”

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

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Liquid Courage

Danny x Reader(f)

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Summary: Danny goes out with the guys and sees a pretty girl.

It had been a long week. Danny and the boys had just gotten back from tour and were looking to relax and hang out. They all decided to meet up at pub downtown. After dropping off his bags and taking a quick shower, Danny headed out.

When he arrived Jake, Jita and Josh were already there finishing their first round of drinks.

"Hey guys, I see you started without me." Danny teased. "Where's Sammy?"

"Hell yeah we did, we wait for no one." Said Jake lifting his glass. "Sammy should be here soon."

Just as he said that, the door to the bar opened and rang the bell to signal someone had come in. Looking over his shoulder, he saw you. You were stunning. You were an absolute vision. His eyes were glued to you as he watched you walk over to your group of friends.

Clearing his throat, Jake said, "Looks like you've found yourself quite distracted."

Rolling his eyes, Danny ordered himself a beer and chatted with Josh. All the while, stealing glances at you. Sammy eventually showed up and even he notices Danny watching you.

"Hey man, how about you take another swig of this liquid courage and go talk to her. You haven't taken your eyes off her since I got here." Sammy says nodding toward Danny's drink.

Looking down at his drink and then back to you, he gulps down the remainder and with a deep breath, he stood and made his way over to you.

Tapping on your shoulder, "H-hey, I was wondering if I could buy you a drink. I'm Danny by the way.", He says reaching out his hand.

"I'd love a drink thank you." You say shaking his hand after giving your name.

The two of you drink and chat with ease. Before you know it, it's closing time. As you go to say good bye, Danny asks for your number. Taking his phone, you quickly type it in.

As you hand him back his phone, your hands meet and it is electric. Looking up at him, you smile and say one last good bye. Just as you turn around, Danny grabs your wrist and turns you to him giving you a quick but passionate kiss. "I just couldn't let you walk away before kissing you, I hope that's okay." He says eyes wide. You laugh and say it was.

Saying one last good bye you turn and head for your Uber. As you get in your phone goes off. It's a text from Danny that says, "I hope this isn't too soon, but I'd love to take you to breakfast tomorrow." You smile and type back that you couldn't wait and you'd talk details in the morning.

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binarysunset17 · 1 year

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So i did a thing👀💖

It was a lot of fun to paint and very calming listening to joshs voice

#tbagg #dreams in gold #josh kiszka #jake kiskza #sam kiskza #danny wagner #gvf imagine #danny gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #josh gvf #gvf headcannons #gvf ships #gvf fluff #gvf memes #greta van fleet #greta van fleet art

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indigostreaking · 1 year

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Just thinking about how nervous the boys would be about changing their handles, especially Jake and Danny. 😩 (quick little blurb below the cut)

You watched as he hit the submit button on his phone and blindly tossed it onto the loveseat with a thud. You offered a reassuring smile, but the one he returned was clearly forced. He loosed a worried sigh as he laid down, resting his head in your lap as he tucked his knees to his chest, just like he always did when anxiety started to take root in that gentle soul of his. “It’s gonna be fine, babe,” you whispered softly as you ran your fingers through his dark hair.

“It just feels like…i dunno, the end of an era or something,” he mused softly with another sigh, stretching his legs out across the couch—the first indication that he was relaxing a bit.

“It is,” you replied gently, leaning down to kiss his temple. His nose crinkled with a smile.

“Yeah, I suppose it is,” he chuckled softly before turning and capturing your lips with his.

#gvf headcannons #jake kiszka #danny wagner

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clairesjointshurt · 7 months

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danny wagner headcannons⭐️

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• hugs you when he meets you and it's a giant bear hug that sweeps you off the ground

• holds your hand on top of the table

• if he's sitting next to you at the restaurant he would scoot super close to you

• called his mom an sister to help plan the date because wanted it to be perfect

• all the boys are gentlemen but he absolutely takes the cake. takes your jacket for you, rushes to hold the door, pushes your chair in for you.

• would notice your purse was getting in the way and would insist to hold it

• if you wore heels he would carry you at the first sign of discomfort I'm feeling piggyback would be his go to

• I feel like he would also like the more intimate movie dates and would cuddle next to you bit also steal the blanket. but how could you mind when a human space heater is next to you.

• huge cuddler, I feel like his love language would be touch but also like quality time and acts of service

• would love a tall girl (if youre short pretend I said short🙂)(we are all delulu anyways)

• if you read by him he's reading over your shoulder and would eventually just sit next to you

• loans you his sweaters and hoodies and you don't even have to ask because he thinks you look gorgeous in them (but also everything)

• will melt if you play with his hair, the man is a puddle. practically purrs if you scratch his scalp just a little bit

#danny wagner gvf #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner fanfic

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 2 years

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Masterlist

Welcome to a glimpse inside my brain

All work is 18+ So minors, Do not interact.

Josh Kiszka

Manners (smut)

Tell Me, Baby (smut)

That’s It (smut)

Piece of Art (smut)

Please (smut)

Clear Your Mind (smut)

Little Heart (smut)

Delectable (smut)

Honey (Fluff and a little smut)

Little Fantasy (smut)

Jake Kiszka

New Experiences (smut)

Not That Serious (smut)

Soaked (smut)

As You Wish (smut)

The Lucky One (fluff & smut)

Music to My Ears (smut)

You Make It Easy (smut)

Dirty Little Secrets (smut)

So Good (dirty little secrets 2 smut)

Need (dirty little secrets part 3)

Just for me (Smut: Jake x Reader x Josh)

Danny Wagner

Missed You (smut)

Look of Gratitude (fluff)

Angel, (smut)

Perfect(smut)

I'm Yours (smut)

Made for Me (smut)

Anything for You (smut)

I Think I’d Like That (smut)

Kiss Me (smut)

Soft and Sweet (smut)

Full of Surprises (smut ft. Sam)

Spontaneous (smut Danny x fem reader x fem oc)

Sammy Kiszka

Neglected (smut)

Pretty Little Thing(part 2 of neglected) (smut)

Take It (smut)

Strangers (smut)

Greedy (smut)

Full of Surprises (smut ft. Danny)

Headcannons/Blurbs:

Throat F*cking

Fingering in Public

Calling them Daddy

Dirty Texts (jake)

Touching Himself for You(josh)

Making Him C*m in His Pants (sam)

How They Treat a Brat (josh)

Making You C*m in Your Panties (jake)

Voice Kink (josh)

Spanking (danny)

Teasing Relationship (jake)

Taking Care of Josh

Series

Here Comes the Sun (Danny/Fem OC/Josh)

Part 1 Part 11 Part 21

Part 2 Part 12 Part 22

Part 3 Part 13 Part 23

Part 4 Part 14 Part 24

Part 5 Part 15 Part 25

Part 6 Part 16 Part 26

Part 7 Part 17 Part 27

Part 8 Part 18

Part 9 Part 19

Part 10 Part 20

*disclaimer that all of my fic are FICTION based off of real people. I mean no disrespect to any of these men and only use them as inspiration*

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latedawnwriting · 3 years

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hello! if you’re taking requests, maybe could we have a head cannon of the greta van fleet boys reaction to having a plus size reader who’s insecure? i was trying to pick one of them, but i can’t make up my mind! (its also totally fine if you pick one of them to do!)

regardless of if you write this or not, thank you for your time! ❤️

Thank u so much for the request! I'm a plus size woman so this was just perfect for me to write, I think. I tried to write this as good as I possibly can. Please let me know if you like it.

Lots of love <3,

Jules

The boys reacting to a plus size reader who's insecure

Warnings: none, I think

Josh

-Josh is our little sunshine and always tries to make everyone feel better

- He loves everything about you so it hurts him deeply to see you being insecure about your body.

-He loves to cuddle you at night, because your body is so warm and soft.

- What he finds attractive in you is the curves of your body. He admires that your hips and breasts are bigger and to him you look goddess-like.

-He’ll compliment your looks on any given occasion, especially if you wear some tight clothes

- “Mama,please don’t look at those mean comments, your body is literally perfect just the way it is”

- Josh will show off his girlfriend to literally EVERYONE, he’s a very proud boyfriend

-”Hey, look at her, isn’t she just perfect?” you blush madly every time he does that.

Jake

- I feel like Jake is very protective of his significant other, but also takes your insecurities very seriously

- He makes it his mission to show you that your body is just perfect for him

- He’ll compliment the way you look in just about anything (even pyjamas)

- “You’re just the perfect size for me sweetheart”

- You don’t really believe him, but the look he gives you is pure admiration and love

-”But I’m so big and ugly and your body is so beautiful, you’re so handsome”

- “I actually love that your body has curves, it suits you so well. World would be boring if everybody just looked the same”

- He’ll listen to all the things that bother you then will to find a way to help you

Sam

- I feel like Sam would be a little oblivious to your insecurities at the beginning

-He’s very cuddly partner who loves affection so when you start to distance yourself from him (because you’re so anxious about the way you look), he then realizes that something’s not quite right

- You have a very long conversation about this, he tries to listen carefully and be very understanding

- He keeps you close just to let you know that he’s there for you

- “You’re the most important person to me and everything is literally perfect in you”

- I think like he’ll be even more affectionate after the conversation and be more mindful of your well being

Danny

- This boy is LITERALLY the sweetest boyfriend ever, always trying to make sure that his significant other is happy and feeling good

- I think he’s very attentive in a relationship, so he would know that you’re not feeling right without asking you

- Will try to make you feel comfortable with talking about your insecurities

- very supportive

- He loves the way you look,he’ll show it to you on any given opportunity

- “You look so cute in this dress, I love the way it hugs your body”

- You're blushing like a madman

~REQUESTS are open~

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fleet headcannons #josh kiszka headcannons #jake kiszka headcannons #requested #sam kiszka headcannons #danny wagner headcannons #greta van fleet reaction #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fanfic #my writing #fanfic authors #jake kiszka imagine #josh kiszka imagine #sam kiszka imagine #danny wagner imagine

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supersonic-darling · 3 years

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Rainy Days - Headcanons

Josh

Josh’s moods are determined by the weather (a bit like that fish in Lilo and Stitch!)

So usually when it’s rainy, he gets a bit more mellow and sometimes blue

He also doesn’t like going outside in the rain because it messes with his curls

So you guys stay indoors and watch the rain from the sofa

Josh plods about the living room with his cute little socks on, looking out the window at the rain pouring down as he holds a mug

You end up on the sofa together, curled up under a blanket as you watch the rain together

Josh can 100% not sit still for long (unless he’s tired) so you both go to the kitchen together

Cooking dinner or making something like mulled wine to warm you up

Josh doesn’t even like the look or sound of rain, it makes him feel cold, so anything to take his mind off of it and or warm him up is good

Especially if you’re doing something together

Jake

Jake likes listening to the sound of rain, and watching it from a window or on a covered porch, but hates being out in it

It’s not so much that he gets wet, but it’s the freezing coldness that he hates so much

On rainy days he tends to set up camp by the window where he fiddles with his guitar and writes down little note for ideas, he has

The daydream that I have is that you and Jake live together with a little Labrador/ spaniel that follows him everywhere – so that dog is always sat by his feet, especially on rainy days

Because the dog doesn’t like rain either

Jakes music mood reflects the weather- when its rainy he listens to the Blues a lot

So he mopes around the living room all day – vibin’

He gets a little bit cuddlier as well – with the cold weather creeping into the house he snuggles up to you as he walks by and presses a kiss wherever he can

Presses his cold nose into your neck, making you shriek

Coerces you to come to bed early so you can cuddle and watch the rain from your bed, your excitable pup loves to jump on the bed and cuddle as well

100% will get caught in the rain because he thought it would hold off whilst he ran out to grab something

Danny

Gets back and you’re already by the door ready to greet your soggy boyfriend

He strips off at the door, not wanting to drip water everywhere, and runs through the house to the bathroom, in just his pants

Likes to take showers on rainy days anyway because ‘its rain but its warm babe!’

When he comes out of the shower he doesn’t really bother to dress because, even despite the cold, he is a human radiator and likes to cause you distress

Struggling with yourself whether to get him to put some clothes on or not because 1. Just looking at him with such little clothing on is making you feel cold, however 2. He’s only wearing a towel and the sight alone may be enough to warm you up …

Danny relents eventually and puts on some sweatpants, but no top because the shower made him hot

You two put on a film and snuggle on the sofa as you occasionally glance out the window at the pouring rain

Danny’s hair gets extra curly when he leaves it to dry naturally and you love to play with it when you’re heads on his shoulder – also whatever he puts in his hair smells great

Snuggling on the sofa with Danny is the best, but he always gets caught in the rain

Sammy

The only hoe that goes out into the rain because he wants to take photos!

But he only does it when its summer and the rain is warmer

As soon as it starts he’s outside posing like a 90’s boyband member

Soon enough you’re both out there taking couples selfies for the #aesthetic

When its cold though there is no way you are getting Sam outside

That man is making soup and battening down the hatches as soon as the cold rain hits

Not a fan and will get increasingly grumpy the colder he gets

So you prepare in advance and tumble dry a blanket to drape over him because he’s a little diva

Will snuggle for a hot drink!

Falls asleep to the sound of the rain because its so soothing – you have to wriggle out from under his arm without giggling because he was midsentence when he fell asleep

#my writing #gvf #Greta Van Fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fic #Sam Kiszka #sam kiszka imagine #sam kiszka headcannons #jake kiszka #jake kiszka imagine #jake kiszka headcannons #josh kiszka #josh kiszka imagine #josh kiszka headcannons #danny wagner #danny wagner imagine #danny wagner headcannons

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tauntthetaintedlove · 2 years

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Greta Van Fleet Headcanons - Their Reaction To Self Harm As Your Brother

WARNINGS: Self Harm, Mental Health, Tiktok Cheese Prank

Jakey

The way he would find out is you, sam, and the twins were playing Mario kart or some shit. Jakey would pull you upstairs to 'show you something cool he got'. He ended up pulling you into the bathroom and sitting you on the counter. He grabs out the med box and starts taking care of the wound.

"Now I'm not gonna judge you, we all go through our own issues in life, and some people take it differently than others. I don't like you inflicting pain on yourself and thinking you deserve it. I'm not gonna tell mom but if you get the urge to do this again come sit with me. We don't have to talk and don't think it bothers me, I take your care and mental health more importantly than my alone time. I love you kid you mean the world to me, and if I can help in anyway please don't be afraid to tell me."

Danny

He walks in on you cutting. You were sitting in your closet, the only place you could get privacy, when he comes in. The shock on his face was to no end. Firstly he didn't know to to react to this, he slowly sits down, takes the blade, and lightly tugs at your wrist. You slightly extend your arm and you can see light tears in his eyes.

"Dolly, why? I know you have you issues but this, this is how you wanna take it out on yourself? We can find you better ways, now come on let's get you cleaned up. We're gonna talk about this, let's just get you cleaned and these wrapped up."

Josh

Sees a drop of blood you missed on the floor by the bathroom sink. He wipes it up, throws away the tissue, and comes to your room. You're sitting on you bed enjoying some music when he comes in and sits down on you bed. You take off your headphones and just by his look you knew he knew. He pulls you over to him and lays your head on his shoulder.

"Little Mama, you cuttin' again? I thought you were past that. I know life isn't easy but I just want you to listen. We love you so damn much, and no matter how many fights you get in with mom and dad they love you. And Me, Jake, Sam, Ronnie too, we all care for you so much, and we don't wanna see this. That doesn't mean hide it, it means come to us, it's hard, it's so hard to go to someone but please at least try, For me?"

Sammy

Just like danny he caught you doing it. You were in the bathroom and he wanted to mess with you and throw a slice of cheese on your head while your in the bathroom. He gets the cheese and walks up the stairs, quietly unwrapping it. You're at the sink when he opens the door and he was about to throw the cheese but then, he saw the blood.

"Whoa kid, what's- wha- why? You know better than this. Hey, Hey, Don't cry, I'm not mad at you, you just can't control yourself. I just wanna know why you resorted back to this again?"

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 1 year

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cooking up a little something for all the gresties here with storm anxiety ❤️ It will be up soon.

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allthingsfook · 1 year

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Headcannon - GVF

Minors DNI 🔞 - as filthy as I would like this to be… y’know guidelines 🙅🏼‍♀️ so enjoy my take on their fav positions… feel free to look into them on your own time

Josh: Butterfly

Allows for deep penetration and manipulation of other bits 😉 I believe Josh loves seeing his partners facial expressions and making eye contact. Also, he is no doubt a tit man; full visuals.

Jake: Cowgirl

I think Jake enjoys upright for the embrace. The whispers and moaning directly in each others ears. Cowgirl easily allows for both to switch between dom and sub, and making a slight adjustment can hit the right spot for his partner!

Sammy: Lotus

Allows for a lot of skin to skin contact! I think he’s all about closeness, and intimacy. I can see this being his go to position to start the evening off by being gentle and sensual or the position he jumps to when he’s tired and fucked out.

Danny: Teaspoon

Oo! Imagine his big strong hands wandering all around your body. Teaspoon is much more than just fucking. It’s the kissing of the neck, nipple play, and access to his partners clit 🤤 Maybe even use of toys!

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geminisecrets · 2 years

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Headcannon: Plan B

Okay, we did it. We took a stab at the Plan B head cannon and honestly, it was a really fun one.

Also- we're going to do a series of shorter, simpler, headcannons instead of what we did with Getting Caught and All Alone. Here’s the first! Heacannon requests are open!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, unprotected sex, Plan B/ emergency contraceptives, inebriated consensual sex, birth control Please practice safe sex in real life, y’all. ‘Plan B’ is called Plan B for a reason. This is FICTION :,)

Sam

“I missed you so bad.” I groan, tugging Sam’s hair at the roots as he holds me against the wall, both hands grabbing fistfuls of my ass underneath my silk mini dress.

“Fuck, baby.” The faintest sound escapes his mouth as I bite down on his lip in response to him squeezing me a little too hard.

It was pretty ambitious for us to think we could make it through an entire evening of dinner and dancing without tearing each other’s clothes off. Sam had just gotten back from tour this morning and I hadn’t seen him in a little over a month.

This sex with Sam was my absolute favorite. Of course I loved when we took our time on one another, too. When he’d wake me up with wet, lazy kisses on my neck. When I’d ride him torturously slowly just to make sure I didn’t miss a single expression on his face, or sound his pretty mouth made.

But reunion sex was… something else entirely. It was rushed, desperate, rough, wanting, needing, and passionate. It was a blur of hands and lips and tongues everywhere.

“Sam.” I start as I push back against his chest, urging him to the couch. “I’m drunk.” He stumbles a few steps backward, taking the hint. “And so are you.” I say in between kisses. His lips pull and suck on mine, making it even more difficult for me to actually speak. “So we need to make this quick.”

“Mhm.” he agrees as we reach the small loveseat in the living room. “So quick.” He reaches down to take the hem of my dress in his hands and pull it up over my shoulders. I hear a tiny tear as he yanks it over my head, but decide I’ll be mad at him for it later. I don’t have the capacity to even think about it before he’s on his knees, pressing me back against the couch. He spreads my legs apart with his hands and goes in to kiss my heat, but I stop him.

“As much as I want you to eat me out right now. I need you to fuck me, way, way more.” I say, pulling him on top of me. “Like now.”

He wastes no time at all as both of us work to undress him. Within seconds, he’s pumping his cock in his hand and lining himself up with me.

“You look so fucking sexy like this.” He says, standing over me and I can only imagine the state I’m in. Hair disheveled, makeup a mess from the blowjob I’d attempted to give him in the bathroom at the bar before we decided to go home instead, naked and panting, ready for him.

“Pull out, baby I don’t get my new IUD until next week, remember?” I warn as he slides himself through my folds a few times before pressing into me, hard and sloppy, and filling me up perfectly.

“IUD.” He says, grunting. “Got it.”

“God, I missed you so fucking much.” I gasp, as he pounds relentlessly into me. He’s got almost no rhythm or stamina, but I don’t have the wherewithal to notice or care.

Despite both of us being painfully drunk, it doesn’t take much time at all before both of us are wound tight, toes cramping and ready to cum. “I’m gonna cum, Sam. Don’t stop.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back so that he can look directly down at me.

“Yeah?” He asks. “You gonna cum for me?” With my mouth wide open, fighting for air as his other hand moves to wrap around my throat, I nod and squeeze my eyes shut, letting release wash over me in breathtaking wave after wave.

“Fuck.” He shouts, as I clench around him. His hips buck against mine over and over as we both ride out our highs. “Fuck. I–”

“What?” I ask, panting, still out of breath. “You came inside, didn't you?”

“I did.” He admits, pulling out slowly, scooching my ass to the edge of the couch so as not to make a mess.

“Welp. You’re driving to the pharmacy this time, champ.”

Josh

"Do you have condoms?" I ask as I feel Josh's soft, wet lips press against my neck again and again. It's hard to focus on just about anything, let alone try to make a sensible decision, but one night stands require a little extra responsibility.

"Mhm." He mumbles against me, the gruff of his facial hair dragging along my skin and adding to the intensity. "Top drawer."

I reach to my left and pull open the drawer of Josh’s nightstand, fishing around until I feel something that slightly resembles a condom. What I pull out, however, is not a condom at all.

“Josh?” I ask, trying my best to hide the smile forming on my lips.

“Yes, gorgeous?” He asks, finally looking up at me.

“Do you make a habit of leaving hot sauce packets in your bedroom drawers?” I hold up the sachet in my hand, waving it in front of his face. His cheeks tinge pink, only slightly as he laughs along.

“Would you still fuck me if I made a ‘spicing it up in the bedroom’ pun right now?” He asks, eyebrows raised, snatching the packet from my hands and tossing it back into the drawer.

“Oh my God.” I groan, slapping my hand over my face and giving into the cheesiness of the joke. “That was the worst line I’ve ever heard.”

Josh throws his head back and lets out a loud belly laugh before sitting up to rummage through the nightstand for a condom.

“However, my pants are already off and my tits are already out, so I guess, yeah. Yeah I’m still gonna fuck you.” I smile, sitting up to press kisses to his bare shoulder blade as he searches.

“Well, mama.” He says, voice dropping an octave lower. “I wouldn’t take those panties off just yet, because it looks like we’re out of condoms.” He looks back to you with an apologetic look on his face. I frown and think for a moment.

“Josh.” I say, eyes boring into his. “Can I trust you?” I ask.

“Of course you can.” He says, placing his hand over his heart. “Clean as a whistle, I just got tested last week actually. I can show you the paperwork if you want–” He begins to stand before I take his arm and shake my head.

“It’s okay. And you can trust me.” I say. “Mostly because I haven’t had sex in about six months.” He smiles at that.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He says. “You forgive me for not being prepared to take you, a truly stunning, radiant, goddess, home tonight from the bar; and I will buy you the pill tomorrow morning. First thing.” I think about it for a second.

“Throw in breakfast and you’ve got yourself a deal.” I say. He smiles and leans back in to kiss me.

Danny

“Do you think if it doesn't work, it’ll give our baby, like, an extra arm or something?.” I ask, holding the tiny white pill in my hand. Danny chuckles lovingly, tugging on a strand of my hair and kissing my temple.

“We read the box like fifty times. Only very mild side effects.” He says, brushing his finger gently up and down my arm. “No extra limbs on the list.”

“Poor kid.” I say. “An extra arm would be cool as fuck.” Danny laughs as I toss the pill back into my mouth and wash it down with a gulp of water.

“Uh-uh.” He chastises me, tipping the water glass back before I can pull it full away from my lips. “The instructions said a whole glass of water.” I roll my eyes and nearly choke as I chug the contents of the cup. “Good girl.” He says.

“Damn, why am I kind of getting offended that you want this to work so bad.” I ask, setting the glass on Danny’s nightstand and lying back on the bed. Danny smirks and pulls me into his side.

“You wanna be my baby mama, mama?” He asks, hand brushing through my hair as he rests his chin on my head. I let his question ruminate for a moment. I let it sink in before I answer.

“And what if I do?” I ask, fingers brushing the hair just below his belly button. “One day?”

“One day.” He agrees, holding me a little tighter. It’s quiet again and in the stillness, I feel the sun shining in through the window a little warmer and the breeze brings with it a crispness. I hear the birds a little more clearly as if they’re singing just for us, filling the quietness with life.

“Danny?” I turn my head to rest my chin on his bare chest. He looks down at me, lips in line with my nose, and hums in question. “How do you feel about practicing for ‘one day’?” A smile slowly creeps along his parted lips and his eyebrows raise suggestively.

“Ready for round two already, are we?” He asks. “Last night wasn’t enough ‘practice’ for you?”

“First of all,” I begin, sitting up to straddle him, placing my knees on either side of his hips and leaning down to peck a kiss to his lips. “This morning would be, like, round four…maybe five if you count the shower–”

“And I do,” Danny interjects, holding up a finger. “I definitely count the shower, you’d be a fool not to count the shower.”

“–And second… are you really about to turn down the future mother of your children?” I ask, sitting back up fully and mocking offense.

“Children?” He asks. “You’re getting a little ahead of me here.” He says, sitting up so that we are face to face before he continues his path and presses me back against the mattress so that he’s hovering over me. “Maybe we do need lots of practice.” He smiles, face diving into my neck to attack it with kisses. I squeal as he tickles my side, and remind him, between laughs:

“Don’t forget the condom this time, Daddy.”

Jake

"Oh shit." I freeze immediately, feeling the blood run out of my face and a chill run down my spine as I hold two half used packs of birth control pills in my hands. "Jake?" I call to him from the bathroom.

"Yeah babe?" I hear him call back from the bedroom as he strums a nameless tune on his acoustic.

With my towel wrapped around me and my hair dripping onto my shoulders and down the floor in my wake, I walk, zombie-like out to where he's lounging on our bed. He's still naked from the love we’d made in that exact spot he’s sitting in, not even twenty minutes earlier. He looks up at me, a lazy grin on his lips as he's, no doubt, still riding the high of his orgasm.

I hold up both packs of birth control to him and he simply stares at me. A confused look furrows into his features the longer the moments tick by without me saying anything.

"Is this some kind of fucked up pregnancy announcement?" He asks tentatively, placing the guitar on my side of the bed and drawing the thin cotton sheet back. He steps out of the bed and pulls on a pair of discarded boxers from the floor.

"Not yet." I try to explain. "Remember a few weeks ago when I couldn't find my birth control, so I ordered a new pack?"

He nods, stepping closer to me and taking the packs in his hand, as if holding them will somehow reveal what I'm trying to say.

"I started on week two because I thought that's where I left off, but clearly I was a week behind.

"So..." He begins, desperate for me to make it clearer for him.

"So I've been taking the duds for two weeks straight."

"And we..." It starts to click for him.

"And we've had a lot of sex in the last two weeks." I crumple onto the chair at my vanity behind me, feeling my chest tighten.

"Okay, okay, hey." He nearly whispers as he kneels in front of me, tossing the packs onto my makeup table. He takes my hands in his and presses slow, sweet kisses to my knuckles. "No need to panic just yet, dove." I take a deep breath, hold it, and then exhale, long and slow.

"Do you think the pharmacy is still open?” I ask, fingers playing with the hair tie wrapped around on his middle finger.

“Sit tight.” He says to me before dropping my hands in my lap in favor of my cheeks and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

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