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caravelmp3 · 1 year

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what's your take on dad!josh?

screaming crying etc. i have so many takes and headcanons so let me organize them

first off having a baby doesn't change josh's party attitude at all. he used to having a beer in one hand while tossing the ping pong ball into red solo cups across the table but even though he’s now got a baby in one arm he still sinks shots on his brothers at their annual fourth of july bash

if he has a baby boy he DEF sings beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon to him as a lullaby

let's also not pretend like he wouldn't make an intermission during a show few months after the baby is born to introduce them to the fans - the baby would absolutely have the little protective noise cancelling headphones and wear a onesie that says "my dad is a rockstar" (that josh also definitely bought)

oh my god josh would go insane over all the baby halloween costumes he would come out of spirit halloween with his arms full of the most ridiculous outfits

dad!josh would also insist on beach vacations

he also gives the worlds best nicknames and terms of endearment

and he would also make a song from the baby's name/nickname to sing to them

so !!! many !!! home videos !!! josh constantly films everything on his little camera, he wants to capture every single moment so he can watch them back in years time

i feel like he would also write a children's book for his kids based upon their interests - dinosaurs, pirates, space, etc.

OKAY I CAN'T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE I GOTTA STOP

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munsonsfairy · 8 months

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🎞️🕯️☕️ EDDIE MUNSON • PLEASE NEVER END

the pitter patter of rain hitting the roof of eddie’s trailer is heard over his record player. it had been raining all day, so the two of you decided to stay in to get some well needed cuddles. there’s a vanilla candle illuminating a warm light in his room.

just a few minutes ago, eddie was rambling about how genius jake kiszka is during the weight of dreams solo. he was amazed by how the guitarist was truly telling a story through music.

except now, eddie is laying on his side with his face smooshed into your neck. his arms are holding you extremely close to him. your fingers run through his wild hair while resting your chin on top of the sleep boy’s head. your legs are tangled together and you could almost melt into each other. you hear him mumbling in his sleep but not enough to make out what he’s saying.

you softly chuckle trying not to wake up eddie up but fail when you feel him stir awake. “hmm, what’s so funny?”

“you were doing it again,” eddie grumbles and shakes his head in your neck.

“liar,” his warm breathe tickles your neck making you laugh again.

“can you shush and go to sleep?” eddie sighs as he brings you to his chest and if you thought the two of you were close, now you were closer.

thankfully, his window unit is blasting cool air into the room or else you’d both be sweating. with what little movement you can do you manage to cover the both of you with his comforter.

it’s afternoons like this you wish you could stay like this forever. in your own little bubble away from the outside world. eventually, you fall asleep holding eddie close to you praying this moment lasts forever.

soon, the record ends, and the sounds of eddie’s snoring and rain hitting the roof along with the sweet smell of vanilla fill the small room.

disclaimer: not my gif, found it on pinterest.

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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:

••••

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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indigostreaking · 1 year

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oooooh okay so, can you do a smutty headcannon of like make up sex after an argument with the guys?

Of course! Anything for a fellow Danny girl 🤭

I tried to include a variety of arguments/makeups..so hopefully this is what you wanted 😅

😤 Smutty stuff below, so 18+ only 😤

WARNINGS: begging, oral(f receiving), a bit of praise, a bit of degradation, some crying, some cum play if you squint, daddy kink if you squint, oral(m receiving), and mentions of gagging/choking/drooling. If I missed any, I’m so sorry! 🫶🏻 also this is mostly unedited, so ignore any typos pleaseeee!

Josh:

“I’m so tired of everyone taking his side! It’s just as much my band as it is his,” he spat the words at you with venomous ire. You hadn’t intended to take Jake’s side when you mentioned that the riff sounded fine to you. The perfectionist in your sweet Joshy took over on recording days, and you knew better than to let yourself get dragged in…usually.

“Josh, I—I’ll see you at home,” you shot back, not willing to apologize when you did nothing wrong. He glared at you before crossing his arms and turning away. Fine. You gathered your things and drove home steaming mad.

A few hours passed, and you heard the front door ease open. “Baby?” He called out softly. You sat quietly, still upset with him for his outburst. His footsteps closed in before the bedroom door swung open slowly. “There you are,” he grinned, raking his fingers through his curls nervously. You raised an eyebrow at him and held a straight face before turning your attention back to the book in your lap. “I’m so sorry,” he nearly whispered, but you heard his voice crack.

“Yeah?” You asked, playing dumb and barely looking up at him as he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, climbing from the foot up towards you.

“Yes, baby…so…so..sorry,” he crooned, punctuating each word with a kiss as he trailed a line up your leg from your ankle to your knee. A smile twitched at the corner of your mouth. “Let me make it up to you?” He asked cautiously, inching higher and higher up your thighs.

“Hmmm,” you placed your finger on your chin as if you were deep in thought. “I dunno…I think I wanna hear some begging,” you smirked down at him playfully and he raised his eyebrows.

“For your forgiveness or to taste your sweet pussy?” He replied teasingly with a lazy smile oozing with confidence.

That look alone made your heart rate quicken, but you steadied yourself, putting on a bored facade and turning your attention back to your book. “You should be groveling at my feet right now, Joshua,” you said plainly.

“Oh, baby, you know I worship you. I’ll kiss the ground you walk on, if only to make you happy,” he purred, nipping at your inner thigh.

“Well, let’s hear it then,” you replied breathily. He looked up at you through his long, dark lashes and his eyes darkened a shade.

“Please, please, pleeeease,” he whined, crawling up your torso and kissing every inch of exposed skin that he encountered on the way. When he finally made it up to your neck, he sucked a spot below your ear, swirling his tongue across the red mark he left behind. “Please let me bury my face,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, “in this perfect little cunt and make you cum on my lips,” he finished with a growl. You let out a low hum of approval, and he kissed his way back down your body, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties and gently tugging them down. You reached down, tangling your fingers in his curls and guiding his face exactly where you needed him. He hummed against your slick before easing his tongue between your folds, rubbing your clit with his nose as he leisurely lapped at you, taking his time to savor you completely. Your hips bucked as he drug his flattened tongue from your slit up to your bundle of nerves, making you squirm beneath him. You clamped your thighs around his face, unable to hold in the moan that tore through you as he slid a finger into your core. He curled and uncurled his finger slowly, beckoning you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, cum pretty for me, baby,” he cooed as he worked you. You noticed the subtle movement of him rutting against the bed, and your breath hitched. Your moans got louder as the knot in your tummy coiled tighter and tighter, until you finally came undone. His eyes rolled back as you soaked his face with your release. Once he was sure you had rode it out, he pulled away with a proud look on his face as he crawled up your torso once more. “Forgive me, yet?” He leaned in and kissed your lips, pushing his tongue between them so you could taste yourself.

“I think I could use a little more persuasion,” you teased. His smile widened as he pulled away and hurriedly stripped off his clothes.

“Oh I’ll give you more,” he said haughtily, and you giggled as he eagerly climbed on top of you.

Jake:

Jake had never been what you would consider punctual, but it wasn’t like him to not at least text you and let you know when and why he’d be late. You checked your phone once more and loosed a sigh. 30 minutes was long enough, so you called over the waiter, paid your bill, tipped generously, and left.

Once you were home, you thought about calling to tell him off, but dismissed the idea, opting to take a long shower instead. As you let the warm water wash over you, your mind started to wander. Suddenly, you realized just how disappointed you were. The lack of consideration from Jake made your heart ache, even if it wasn’t like him to let you down like that. You weren’t sure when the tears started, but rushed to wipe them away when you heard the front door open.

“Baby, can I come in?” He asked tentatively from right outside the bathroom door. You hesitated, still wiping away your tears and hoping the shower disguised the redness and puffiness of your eyes.

“Yeah,” you sighed. He stepped inside silently and the shower door slid open at a snails pace, as if he was unsure of what to say. He looked distraught and regretful standing there offering you a feeble smile.

“I am so so sorry, love. I was at the studio and I guess the time got away from me,” he admitted timidly. It was like the levee holding back your tears broke once more. The stinging pain at the back of your throat had you choking back your muted sobs. “Hey, heyyy, please don’t cry,” he pleaded in a hushed tone. You shook your head, unable to even look at him right now. He quickly peeled off his clothes, carelessly piling them in the corner before stepping into the shower with you and wrapping you in his arms. He tried to soothe you by gently patting your back and making soft shh sounds like you would for a baby.

Once you were able to speak, you said, “You know, I’m not even mad, Jake.” He nodded, grateful that you weren’t angry, but clearly still concerned. “I-I just missed you,” your voice cracked, and Jake pulled you closer, diligently kissing away your tears.

“I know, baby, I know,” he reassured you, kissing your forehead as he held you tight. “I’m so sorry, but I’m here now,” he affirmed softly and you sighed, letting what was left of your barriers crumble. You looked up at him for a moment, admiring how warm his eyes appeared when they were looking at you, how his wet hair started to curl in strands around his face, and how pillowy soft his lips looked—especially when he licked them. You leaned forward, placing your palm against his sun kissed cheek and pressed your lips to his, parting yours slightly as the kiss deepened. Your tongue advanced, finding his and engaging in a intricate dance that had you feeling lightheaded. He hooked his hand under your knee, lifting it up to his hip and carefully pinning your back against the wall. He paused briefly, his stiff cock already nudging at your entrance. “Can I—” he began to ask for permission, but you interrupted him with an impatient nod as you rocked your hips forward, eliciting a breathy gasp from him as he slipped in to your core. His eyes rolled back as he bottomed out, filling and stretching your cunt in an intoxicating way

“Jake,” you moaned his name softly as he fucked you steadily, taking his time to hit all your hidden places with every thrust. Your skin prickled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a line of wet kisses across your collarbone. Your back was flush against the cool tile, which was a stark contrast to the hot water raining down on to the two of you. “Please don’t stop,” you whined, desperately digging your nails into the meat of his ass as you tried to coax him deeper. Your whole body shuddered when your orgasm exploded out of you, making your legs tremble so much that Jake had to steady you.

“Fuck,” he murmured as his thrusts started to falter slightly. Every time he felt you clench around him, he had to bite back another moan to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. He was determined to watch as you rode out your high, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he bottomed out. You moaned his name breathily, and that sent him careening over the edge he had been teetering on. He growled as his twitching cock spilled inside you, dripping down your thigh after he unsheathed. “Tomorrow, I’ll make it up to you… I promise we’ll spend the whole day together,” he managed as he caught his breath. “We can go to that one place you love…or we can do whatever you want,” he smiled down at you sweetly and you felt your cheeks flush.

“That sounds really nice…but I just want you,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, sucking his lower lip between your teeth and tugging gently. He smiled into the kiss, letting out a low rumble of a laugh as he reached back to shut off the water.

“I think I can work with that,” he purred, smirking as he slid open the shower door before abruptly scooping you up into his arms bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom. You squealed his name as you bubbled with laughter. He smacked your ass playfully before kicking the bedroom door shut behind you.

Danny:

“I told you not to book it for this fucking early,” he groaned as the Uber pulled in to the airport drop off zone.

“I don’t want to hear it, Daniel. This early would have been fine if you had gone to bed at a reasonable time like I told you to,” you spat back, grabbing your own bag from the back before he could even offer to get it for you. When you finally made it to the flight check in desk, you were told not that you were too late, which was not surprising. You managed a smile and a gracious thank you when the nice worker offered the two of you upgraded seats on the next flight. All you had to do was hang out for another couple of hours.

“Wow, it’s almost like we should have just booked the later flight to begin with,” Danny said sarcastically as he followed you towards the waiting area. You shot him a menacing look before turning to face forwards again.

“You just aren’t capable of admitting when you’re wrong, are you?” You asked with an exasperated sigh as you found a seat in the corner by a phone charger.

“I can admit that I’m wrong…I just never am,” he replied with a devilish smirk. You cringed and jerked your leg away when he placed his large hand on your knee and squeezed gently. Like hell you’d let him touch you right now. At this rate you weren’t sure you’d let him touch you ever again, you thought to yourself before pulling your AirPods out of your bag and carefully nestling them into your ears. You cycled through a few songs before finally designing to turn on the true crime podcast you friend had been begging you to listen to for months. You ignored him the rest of the time you spent waiting, finishing nearly 3 episodes before it was time to board. Once you were on the plane, you spitefully made sure to sit in the window seat. You expected to hear him complain, but weren’t bothered that he remained quiet. You put your headphones back in and fell asleep listening to music, waking up as the plane stuck the landing in the next city.

Danny picked up the rental car as you tracked down your baggage, and you rode in silence to the hotel. He dropped you off by the door, and you went to check in while he found a parking space. You handed him a key card and headed towards the elevator without explanation. He could grab the bags or you’d just worry about your suitcase tomorrow since all your immediate necessities were in your carry on. You unlocked the door to your room, loosing a sigh of relief knowing that the day was nearly over. You always hated travel days.. You sat down on the edge of the bed, clicking through the channels on the small tv until the door swung open again. Danny walked in and carelessly tossed the bags on to the extra bed with a drawn out sigh. You bit back a snarky remark, pretending that you hadn’t seen him treat your luggage so roughly. You watched as he strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. You averted your eyes as he undressed and stepped in, busying yourself with unpacking your toiletries bag.

After a few moments, he walked back out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips. “You ready to lose that attitude yet?” He asked casually, as he walked past you towards the bedroom area. You pretended to not hear him, taking the time to carefully unpack all of your skincare supplies to prepare for your nighttime routine. You didn’t hear him sneak back across the room, but you felt his calloused hands settle on your hips. You glanced up into the reflection of the mirror and audibly groaned when you saw his smirking face behind you. “I bet I know what would help,” he said suavely, leaning in to kiss and nip at your neck playfully. You hated how unfair this felt because he knew how much you loved being kissed there. You took a deep, steadying breath and decided that two could play that game.

“Yeah, what’s that?” You asked, trying to play dumb, but not doing a good job at masking the tension in your tone. Before he even had a chance to answer, you spun around abruptly to face him, digging your pointer finger into his chest as you pushed him away. “You gonna fix me with your big. magic. cock. daddy?” You said as sarcastically as you could muster, making sure to put a whine in your voice for the ‘daddy’ bit. A look of shock spread across his face, filling you with pride until the look transformed into lustful curiosity. He smiled slightly, exuding arrogance as he looked down his nose at you.

“Why are you always such a fucking brat?” He asked in a dramatically frustrated tone. He sighed loudly, like an exhausted parent as if he didn’t know what to do with you and was already tired of your shenanigans. You glanced down, surging with pride when you noticed the tent he was pitching in his pants revealing how he really felt.

“Because you drive me insane!” You shot back, playing into the drama even more by crossing your arms again and giving him your best scowl.

“Well..ditto, you mouthy bitch,” he replied so plainly that you were caught off guard. Your mouth fell open in genuine shock because as far as you knew, he’d never called you a bitch before—at least not to your face. You expected to be angry, and he probably expected you to be, too…but you strangely didn’t hate it. You still swatted at him, trying to push him away—or pretending to try anyway. Without another word, he pursed his lips and dodged your hands, bending down, gripping right above your knees and throwing you over his shoulder as he stood up in one fluid motion. You writhed and kicked, smacking his shoulder and back as you tried and failed to free yourself. He shook his head and shook with quiet laughter.

“I fucking hate you,” you ground out as he easily carried you across the room. You were honestly annoyed at how aroused you were right now, and you were even more annoyed when laughter bubbled out of you as he tossed you onto the bed. You scooted towards the headboard until you could lie back with your head on the pillows and watch him crawl up your body tauntingly slow. He used one hand to grip the waistband of your panties and yank them hard, causing the fabric to rip and fall away like tissue paper. You took a deep breath, turning your face away from him again. His breath coated your neck as he peppered kisses across the hollow of your throat, inhaling deeply before sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder just enough to wring a gasp from you and leave a faint indentation behind. You didn’t see him toss his towel, but you heard the smack of the wet material landing on the tile floor near the door.

“I hate you, too,” he whispered against the shell of your ear between kisses that trailed from your jaw down to your collarbone. Your heart raced when he used his knees to gently spread your legs open wider so he could settle between them. His index finger skated up slowly from your knee, pausing just before it found the wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. “Maybe I should fuck you like I hate you?” He mused lazily, trailing his finger up higher until he could feel the heat radiating from your core, then coming to a stop. “Maybe I should just fuck you right into the mattress so hard and deep that the headboard thumping wakes the neighbors?” He sounded amused, and you had to admit that it was a tempting offer, even if you were still annoyed with him and his antics. You tried to ignore the thought along with the dull, throbbing ache that you felt between your thighs.

“Do it then,” you challenged, jutting out your jaw and quirking an eyebrow defiantly. Without warning, he suddenly had your wrists pinned above your head with one hand while the other delicately traced the curve of your cheek. You held your breath as the tip of his cock prodded at your entrance. He paused, smirking down at you as he thrusted forward, slipping in to the hilt with a small gasp as you stretched around him.

“Fuck,” was all he could manage with his cock still buried so deep inside you. He slowly pulled out before slamming back in, over and over. The lewd sound of his skin colliding with yours filled the room. You were already sweaty and panting by the time he had started absolutely railing you into the bed, pounding into you with vicious snaps of his hips. You hadn’t noticed how quiet you had gotten until he whined, “Let it out, wanna hear you say my name…please.” The tinge of desperation urged you to cry out, whining and writhing beneath him as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him as deep as he could possibly go. Something had snapped within you, and a tidal wave of pleasure rushed over you. You nearly blacked out from the intensity, getting lost in the haze of wave after wave cresting and washing over you as he deftly fucked you through it. His name fell from your lips, causing his thrusts to become more and more erratic until you felt his body shudder as he threw his head back, moaning as he pulled out at the last second and painted your heat with his cum. He carefully reached between you, trailing his finger through the mess before bringing it to your lips. You felt delightfully naughty when you took his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean and releasing it with a pop. He smiled down at you lovingly, looking as flushed and fucked out as you felt, before hopping out of bed. You watched his cute butt jiggle as he walked away, returning quickly with his half hard cock still weeping as it bobbed through the air. He cleaned you up with a damp hand towel and tossed it to the floor before plopping down beside you with a content sigh. You curled around him and laid your head against his chest, listening as his pounding heart settled and slowed. Apologies could be shared later…for now you wanted to catch your breath and snuggle up next to the beautiful asshole beside you.

Sammy:

You made a note to turn off the auto play feature on your favorite streaming service once you realized what had happened. You debated lying and pretending you hadn’t already seen the next episode of the show you had been watching with Sammy, but you weren’t very good at dishonesty and he was way too clever not to catch on. Defeated, you decided to tell him when he got home, but you hadn’t expected him to be this upset.

After you told him, you watched as a range of emotion flooded out of. He went from confused to angry then sad before finally landing on whatever this was. It felt like a weird mixture of disappointment and surprise, and you hated yourself for being the cause. You watched as he loosed a sigh, wiggling free from his clothes and climbing into bed quietly. He settled into his usual spot, scrolling through his phone much quieter than normal. You had apologized profusely and sincerely; you had even promised that it would never happen again, but it clearly wasn’t enough to fix him. You eased into your spot beside him, not quite daring to get comfortable while you waited for something—anything to happen. After a few moments, you announced, “Sam, I don’t know how else to apologize.” You hadn’t intended to sound annoyed, but it unfortunately came out that way..

“It’s fine!” He lied, and a frustrated sigh escaped you, which pulled his attention towards you. He frowned as he said, “I guess I just thought it was something we did together, but it’s fine.” You knew it was a lie, but your heart broke because he didn’t even sound mad anymore. You rolled over to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow and flashing him a mischievous smile. He looked apprehensive, but smiled weakly anyway.

“What if I told you that I might know a way to maybe make it up to you?” You asked slyly, hoping he’d catch the hint as you snaked your hand under the blanket and let it rest on his lower tummy. He smiled weakly and shrugged. You let your hand wander further south until you reached his cock. He turned his hips away, dodging your touch entirely. “Sammy, please let me show you how sorry I am,” you whined, sticking your lower lip out in a pout while fluttering your eyelashes up at him. He rolled his eyes and sighed, but you noticed the faint twitch of the corner of his mouth. You took that as a yes and slid down his torso, pulling the covers up over your head before taking his cock in your hand and licking a stripe up the underside of it from base to tip. The tension in his body melted away, so you continued, taking his length into your mouth and taking immense pleasure from the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth. You delicately tongued the slit at the tip of his cock, using a smooth swirling motion before releasing the head with a pop. He stifled a moan, and you noticed the muscles in his abdomen flutter and twitch. You started to bob your head rhythmically, making sure to occasionally take him deeper down your throat. He lifted the blanket to watch you, reaching down with one hand to form a makeshift ponytail for you. You’d gag and choke, taking him as deep as you could and trying to ignore the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as the drool began dribbling down your chin. You used gathered it carefully with two fingers before carefully maneuvering your hand so you could gently massage his back door. He jumped at the new sensation, but easily accepted it and even moaning for you once he realized you weren’t pushing for more.

“Th-that feels good,” he stuttered as his hips bucked involuntarily, blinking every time he hit the back of your throat. You hummed as you traced small circles with your finger around his entrance, mimicking the circles your tongue was making around his sensitive tip. “Y/n,” he groaned in pleasure tensing all the muscles in his abdomen and training his eyes on you got dangerously close to the precipice of his own orgasm. “G-gonna cum,” he admitted breathily. You swallowed hard, milking his cock with your throat muscles and propelling him over the edge. You appreciated that he always warned you before he came, but you loved the look of amazement and adoration on his face when you made him spill down the back of your throat. When you pulled away, you licked your lips and he used his thumb to wipe the drool off your chin, before leaning in to kiss you passionately, slipping his tongue into your mouth and undoubtedly tasting himself there. You managed to fight the urge to climb on top of him, but you couldn’t contain the moan that rumbled out of you and into the kiss.

After begrudgingly pulling away with a sigh, you kissed the tip of his nose and giggled when he gave you a lazy smile. “If you want to go ahead and start the show, I’ll make us a pitcher of margaritas and some snacks,” you offered as sweetly as you could, hoping he wasn’t upset still. “I already selected the episode you missed,” you amended carefully.

He nodded and leaned in for one more sweet kiss, softly whispering, “I love you, y/n,” before pulling away and flashing you a goofy grin. You hurried off to the kitchen, making sure to return as quickly as possible so you could watch the show with him this time.

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #gvf #greta van smut #gvf smut #smutty headcanons #gvf headcanons #hc requests

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 1 year

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To Find Ourselves

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Jake makes a decision on a whim and surprises you

Warnings: Shaving and mentions of sex

Word Count: 1.3k

You sat on your living room couch, covered in blankets, with a glass of wine in one hand, and a bowl of popcorn in the other. An ice cold, untouched beer rested on the coffee table in front of you, waiting for Jake.

“Jake!” You called towards the upstairs, “I’m gonna press play without you!”

It was Saturday night and you and Jake opted to stay in for the night. Usually, on weekends, the two of you liked to visit all your regular spots with his brothers and your friends, drinking and smoking until the early morning hours. But things had been hectic lately and the two of you just wanted a quiet night in. Between his recent shows and him recording every day, Jake was busier than ever. You had barely seen him these past two weeks and you couldn’t wait to just be with him.

On top of that, Jake had been quiet lately. He didn’t seem like himself. Something was off but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was almost as if he wasn’t happy with himself. You figured maybe he was stressed with work and he’d come out of whatever funk he was in, soon. Hopefully having a quiet night in would make him feel a bit better.

It was around 10 pm and the house was dark and still. The movie, popcorn, and drinks were all ready. The only thing you were waiting on was Jake.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” he called with the bathroom door muffling his voice.

Jake had been in the bathroom for a while- at least fifteen minutes. You heard mostly silence that was broken up with the sound of the sink turning on and off every so often, along with his voice mumbling the words “shit” and “fuck” once or twice.

The sink turned off for the final time and after a minute or two and the sound of the bathroom opening echoed down the hall, followed by the sound of Jake’s footsteps getting louder as he came down the stairs. You pressed play on the remote and placed it back down on the coffee table.

Jake walked into the living room and turned off the overhead lights upon entering. The only light in the room came from the faint glow of the TV hanging on the wall.

You watched his silhouette grab the beer off the coffee table and lay down next to you on the couch. He leaned his back against the arm of the couch and spread his legs out.

“Come lay with me,” he whispered.

You took a sip of your wine, placed it back onto the coffee table, and crawled in between his legs.

You rested your head on his chest and placed the bowl of popcorn on the edge of the couch right in front of the two of you. He adjusted the blanket on top of the two of you and fully covered both your bodies with it. He rubbed your back just a bit to create some friction to warm you up and push your body into his more.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “you smell good.”

You lifted your head a bit and took a deep breath, letting the smell of him fill your lungs. With his face just inches away from yours, the smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of aftershave lingering on his skin instantly gave away what he had been doing in the bathroom.

“Shaved?” you asked casually as you grabbed a couple of pieces of popcorn out of the bowl and popped them into your mouth.

“Yeah. Just cleaned it up a little,” he replied.

He rubbed your back with one hand and held his beer in the other as the opening credits of the movie played on.

Just relaxing with him was exactly what you had missed the most these past few weeks. Just from his tone, you could tell he was feeling just a little better too.

“Jake?” you whispered.

“What?” he whispered back, looking down at you. You could only see the general outline of his face in the darkness of the living room.

“I just missed you, that’s all,” you said sweetly to him.

“Missed you too, my love,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss was sweet and his lips were soft.

But the kiss felt different. It was almost as if it was too soft.

“Jake.” You said in a monotonous voice.

“Hm?”

“Turn the lights on.” You demanded.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

He reached his arm out to the end table next to him, placed his beer down, and turned on a small lamp, letting a soft warm glow fill the room.

You sat up in between his legs and gave him a good look. Your eyes widened at the sight of him in the light.

His face was completely bare. The mustache and tiny little beard he had been growing since the spring was gone. Absolutely gone.

He was looking at you, holding back a smile.

“You-” you started, speechless.

“I-” he mimicked, giggling.

“You shaved it all?”

He nodded quickly, looking very pleased with himself.

“What? Why?”

He shrugged, “I got tired of it. Didn’t really like how it looked anyway. I like myself better like this I think,”

You leaned into him and rested your forearms on his chest. You brought your hands up to his face and rubbed the smooth skin on his cheeks with your thumbs. You ran your thumb over his lips and where his mustache used to be. You traced down the sides of his mouth and rubbed your thumb on his now bare chin, feeling the perfectly smooth skin at the tip of it.

He looked a bit different than he had looked for a few months now. But he looked absolutely perfect, bare face and all. He looked like the Jake you first fell in love with.

“You look so handsome,” you whispered.

He gave you a sweet smile and you could see pure joy in his eyes. You could tell he felt good about himself. And you could tell that your positive reaction to the change he made made him happy.

You leaned forward and kissed him softly. You broke apart from him and you both smiled at each other for a moment before he went in for more, kissing you again. Almost instantly, he deepened the kiss, going for more of you. Your moved your legs to straddle one of his thighs. His hands snuck up your back, under your shirt, and yours reached up to cup his face, feeling the new smoothness of his cheeks and neck under your fingertips.

He pulled away and left a trail of wet, open mouth kisses down your neck. His lips were smoother than ever and slid over your skin perfectly. It was a feeling that had gone away for sometime, but was now back with full force. He worked his way back up and connected his lips to yours again.

This time, you pulled back and gave the side of his mouth, right where his mustache used to end, a small kiss before you attached your lips to his neck. You left a trail of kisses up his neck and towards his ear, as the scent of aftershave intoxicated you. He moaned as you reached a sweet spot just below his ear.

“You’re not the only one who shaved,” you whispered in his ear as you gave his earring a flick of your tongue.

Jake immediately sucked in a breath at your words and froze.

“Fuck the movie,” he said as he moved his body to get up off the couch, forcing you to get up off him first.

You stood up and the blanket that was once covering the two of you instantly fell to the floor. Jake picked it up as he got up and threw it onto the couch, not caring where it fell.

The two of you giggled as you ran upstairs, one behind the other, to enjoy some much needed alone time with each other; even if it wasn’t the relaxing movie night you had planned.

Author’s Note:

I hope you enjoyed! Short and sweet, just like the lifespan of Jake’s beloved facial hair. RIP Jakestache. You may not have been loved by all, but you were loved by me. As always, let me know what you think in my ask!

#jake kiszka fan fiction #jake kiszka fanfic #jake gvf #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fan fic #jtk #greta van fleet fluff #greta van fleet one shot #greta van fleet headcanon #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka one shot #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x you #jake kiszka x reader

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kiszkatism · 1 year

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pov: your camera roll if you were dating josh kiszka

part 2

shopping with him

love letters he sends u

saving this picture from twitter just to text it to him and say “i like ur butt”

walks through the woods

prepping for a night with the boys

little man doing his thing

picture danny sent u with the message “lovebirds”

“play me a song?”

“why are you always taking pictures of me?” “because you’re always so pretty”

date night

#gvf #greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #josh kiszka #josh gvf #joshua kiszka #jake gvf #sam gvf #danny gvf #gvf headcanons #greta van fleet headcanon

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alwysthre · 1 year

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how they like to hug you | gvf headcanon #1

author’s note: just something quick i started writing today after thinking about what it’s like to hug them /: i’d love to do more headcanons like this, so if you have any requests send them here! as always, enjoy <3

Josh

hugging josh would feel like a breath of fresh air. it’d start out slow - the two of you in line at your favorite coffee shop, josh standing behind you. it’d be a little chilly, with the door opening and closing as customers came and went, so josh would keep himself close. slowly but surely his arms would wrap around you from behind and his chin would rest against your shoulder, fingers clasping together in your front. he’d probably whine in your ear about how cold he was and then rattle off his order again just in case you may have forgotten (his words) and you’d give him a nod in response, but really you’re too focused on the way he feels pressed up against you. he’d notice the way you relaxed almost instantly in his arms and he’d smile to himself, swaying the two of you back and forth before it was your turn to order (and he’d sadly have to let go of you).

Jake

hugging jake would be a little different. he wouldn’t be as clingy as josh is, keeping the pda to a minimum when you were out in public. it’s only when he’s had a few too many drinks that he can’t keep his hands off of you, completely wrapping himself around you because he needs to be close to you. he’ll find you over in the corner talking to someone late in the night - probably josh - and just completely fall into you, his arms sliding around your waist to hug you to him. he’d rest his cheek against your shoulder or bury his face against your neck and just stay like that. you’re not even phased at this point, neither is josh, and the two of you continuing your conversation as if nothing had even happened. you’d comb your fingers through his hair with your free hand while the other grips onto your drink that you’ve been nursing most of the night, watching josh as he animatedly tells you another one of his crazy stories. it wouldn’t be much longer until jake was pulling back from you, rosy cheeks and all, asking if you guys could head home for the night. and even as you were telling your goodbyes to everyone on your way out, jake would be hanging off of you with a dopey little smile.

Danny

danny gives some of the warmest hugs. especially on the days when you’re not feeling the best. he’d wrap his arms around you and all your worries would vanish. he was a bit taller than you so you were able to tuck yourself into his side while he let his chin rest against your head, giving your body another squeeze before letting his hands roam against your back. his touch was soft. barely there. but... it was enough to have your erratic breathing go back to a normal pace and the tears that were once falling to disappear. after a few minutes of silence he’d pull back to look you over, probably wiping away a few stray tears before giving you a small smile and telling you in the most gentle voice, “i love you. you know that, right?”

Sam

sam would constantly be touching you. hugging you. always keeping you close. there was not a moment where sam was not touching you. he’d probably go insane. he’s a hugger, so every little thing you’d do for him he’d give you his praises while pulling you into his chest, and pressing an overly dramatic kiss to your head (with a loud mwah! thank you, my love!). other times... it’s much softer. gentler. the two of you off to the side of the dance floor as you watch the bride and groom - a friend of a friend - take their first dance. sam would wrap his arms around your waist from behind and pull you flush against him, the two of you swaying to the beat of the song. your hands would instinctively lay over his and he’d nose at your cheek before pressing a kiss there, moving his lips to your ear to whisper, “that’ll be us next.”

#greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet imagines #greta van fleet headcanon #sam kiszka x reader #danny wagner x reader #josh kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x reader #mine

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toddsbluesweater · 1 year

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okay so very very far-fetched josh kiszka headcanon:

instead of you wearing his clothes, i feel like he'd wear yours?! i don't think he'd ask either, like you could just be hanging out with him and he goes to the bathroom or sth except he actually goes to steal your favorite sweater and comes back with it on plus the most triumphant grin plastered on his face. and it's not like you could ever get mad at him for it (even if he ends up never giving it back, which i can almost guarantee) bc he's just so adorably happy about it..............

#josh kiszka #josh kiszka headcanon #greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet headcanon #josh gvf #i dont even know if this makes any sense at all

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sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine · 9 months

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thinking about having the boys over to help me move...

Danny would be the most helpful one. takes direction, and can reach/lift anything.

Josh would love going through all my antique knickknacks, and wrapping them up and asking me about their stories.

Sam would bring beer and spend the entire time sittin pretty on my bed, drinking said beer, and DJing.

Jake would be the captain, directing what order what should be moved when I get overwhelmed. and he'd try to lift a way to heavy box and play it off like it was nothing.

#im still stalling #gvf imagine #gvf headcanon #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka

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dannythedog · 2 years

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hc idea : the boys finding out not of your parents have passed away a few years ago

warnings: mentions of death, grieving

Jake: Jake has always been the quiet type. When he finally hears about your parents, his first reaction is silence. It's not uncomfortable or awkward, it's the kind of silence that let's you know he'll listen if you need it. Jake would hold you as you cried your heart out and gripped his shirt until it nearly rips, only letting go when your tears are dried and you're ready to talk.

Josh: Josh would immediately wrap you up in his arms, giving you all of the attention and positive affirmations your little heart could take. "You're so strong," he'd whisper. "So strong and brave and absolutely loved." He'd remind you that he will always be there for you if some days are harder than others, and that he will always understanding with your emotions.

Sam: His heart would crack right in half for you. Sam would absolutely despise seeing you upset, that's why he'd always be making a fool of himself trying to get a smile out of you. He'd probably make some ill-timed jokes, but he only has the best intentions. Later on you come to the kitchen to find he made your favorite comfort meal. "I know it's not much, but I'm really sorry for your loss. I hope this can make your day at least a little better."

Danny: If you're at an okay place with it mentally, he'd ask to see photos of your parents. He'd listen quietly while you described the background story to every photo and hold you if it got to be too much. "Thank you for sharing those with me. If it's okay with you, I'd like to meet them next time you visit." Danny would sit right down with you when you did decide to go and introduce himself, talking on and on about how they have such a lovely child and how much he loves you.