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Morning Glory

A/N: Well hello there! Enjoy a little something something I whipped up recently. Hope you like, let me know what you think! It feels good to be back. - Poppy xx

Summary: Early mornings spent with Jakey are always the best! Look out for Hozier reference too ;)

Warnings: smut, 18+ minors DNI, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex, teasing, not proofread so please excuse any spelling errors/grammatical mistakes, (probably not the best), etc. All content is purely fictional. I do not know any of the band personally, therefor what I write is not an accurate representation of them.

Word count: 3k+ a short little thing

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Jake certainly was not a morning person. He never has been, and probably never will be. He's always thrived in the nighttime, when the sky is only lit by the moon and the stars.

That was one of his perks when it came to performing and hitting the road. He could quite literally stay on stage all night if he wanted to, he actually may have done it a few times right when he was breaking out on the rock scene. While others tired around midnight, he only became more awake.

You had grown used to the late night calls from the road, from cities you honestly didn't even know existed. Middle of nowhere Kansas for example at three in the morning so he could tell you about a new riff he came up with in the middle of a show. Most would get annoyed by his random phone calls, you adore them.

However, he doesn't have to call anymore, at least not right now. His latest tour just ended, so he's back home. When Jake wants to talk, he just crawls in bed and whispers in your ear now. Not last night though, in fact he actually went to bed with you, claiming he wanted to fix his sleep schedule. By 10 p.m. he was laying beside you, but when you woke up for glass of water at midnight, he'd snuck off back to his in-home studio.

Some dogs you can't teach new tricks.

"What time did you come up?" You ask softly, pushing some stray hairs away from his eyes. His hair is always a mess when he first wakes up.

He stretches his legs and rubs the sleep from the corners of his eyes with the palms of his hands, "Three, I think."

You can't help but tease him lightly, "That's pretty early."

"It's pretty early right now." He yawns, covering his face, then peeks from behind his fingers, "What time is it?"

"Almost nine."

"Fuck."

You grin as he turns inward to you, snaking an arm around your middle and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His lips press against your skin where you can feel the lightest hint of a smile on them, his warm breaths puffing against you as they slow and even out.

"How tired are you?" You ask softly, shifting beside him.

"Why?" He asks.

"I dunno."

"Oh, I see." He chuckles and pulls away, "Playing shy with me."

"Don't go," you whine softly, scooting yourself closer and gazing up at him, the covers pulled to your chin creating an adorable scene, "the bed gets cold when you leave. You're like a space heater."

"Cute." He mumbles, peeking under the covers, "That's why all your clothes go missing by the morning?"

This time you push away from him, rolling on your side so your back faces his direction. His laughter is raspy from sleep as he tries to pull you back to him but you manage to sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the mattress. Last night you didn't lose all your clothes, you wake this morning clad in just a pair of underwear though.

A single calloused finger traces down the line of your back, swirling at the base of it, "You've got goosebumps. Come back and I'll warm you up."

He was right, little bumps cover your skin. It's unknown if it's from the chill of the room or his finger however.

"It's too early for your teasing." You peek back at him over your shoulder. He's laying on his back, one arm lazily resting above his head while the other is stretched out to you, still sketching invisible designs onto your skin.

The faintest feeling of a capital J is being traced over your hip.

"Won't tease," he says, then holds his pinky finger up in promise. That smile he loves so much crawls across your lips as you turn and crawl back into his arms, hovering over him as he smiles up at you, murmuring softly, "There's my girl."

Your face is so close to his, his sleepy eyes have gone crossed, but you don't say anything about it out of fear that he'll move away. So you stare at him a moment longer before laying down and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His strong arms wrap snug around you, palm rubbing up and down the expanse of your back, venturing lower and lower each time his hand smooths downward. After a moment longer, you sit up and straddle him properly, cupping his face in your hands. His cheeks are tinged pink, he's always slept hot, and his five o'clock shadow from yesterday has turned into morning stubble today.

"How can you look so sweet yet provocative at the same time?" Your finger traces down the side of his jaw as he studies you over with gentle eyes, peeking through his long lashes at you.

Licking his lips, he replies back in a husky voice, "The same way you're an angel and a minx wrapped into one, I guess."

You smile bashfully, tucking your chin downwards towards your chest as if to keep your blushing face hidden. He can still see you through your hair though, it seems to make you all the more enchanting. Your eyes flicker to his hands, once planted on your thighs they have begun to creep upwards, to your hips where they fiddle with the elastic of your panties for a second before higher and higher. Up your sides, over your ribcage until he's delicately cupping the underside of your breasts. You bite your lip through a smile, gazing at him with excitement.

"It's only nine and we've already sinned." He sighs, as if so disappointed in yourselves. "Our lust will send us straight to hell if we continue on with our ways."

"I was damned the second we met, Kiszka." You psh at him, leaning over him with a look so sultry in your eyes it could make ice melt. "Also, no sinning yet, we haven't even kissed, we've only touched."

He crosses that off the list the very instant you've finished your sentence, pecking your lips with his own. It only takes but a single strike of a match for a flame to catch, and you crash your lips into his when he lays his head back against the pillow. Oh, how perfect he is. And oh, how in love with him you are.

Whatever else was on the to-do list this morning has been tossed away without a second thought or a care in the world. For this moment is far more important than any other chore, errand, or task you had planned for the day. Jake had a talent for flipping your schedule with just a kiss on the lips.

When you pull away for a breath, he doesn't let it last long, making you gasp for air when he places his firm hand on the back of your neck and pulls you back in for another passionate caress. You hum into his mouth as his tongue ventures out over your soft lips, your soft sounds, like a gentle melody almost, causing his hips to search upward for your own and his mouth to break out into a perfect smile. It makes it harder to continue on with your kisses, but that's what makes it so much fun.

A delicious throb has begun to pulse between your thighs, so you can't help but push yourself down against him. His light grunt slides into a groan, arms wrapping around your body to pull you closer, to keep you as close as he possible can. With your chests pressed tight together, it's almost as if your hearts have morphed into one beating organ.

The kisses have slowed, desperate passion fizzling to its first end. Surely there will be plenty more beginnings and ends today, let alone this morning.

His lips pucker against yours lazily, smacking softly over your bottom one, to the corner of your mouth then up to your cupids bow. It feels like a dance, with its own steps and rhythm, as if a spell is being cast upon you.

He pulls away an inch, craning his neck back to look at your face up close. You grin, brushing your nose dearly against his, causing him to smile back.

He asks in a low tone, "Coffee first? Or sex?"

Laughter bursts from your chest, and you rest your head on his shoulder as you shake with giggles. His chest bounces with his own silent chuckles, hand coming up to smooth over your head.

"Ugh," you sigh, relaxing against him, "I'd like to say sex first but I think I'll need coffee for energy."

"Stay here," he murmurs, flipping you gently so your back is now pressed to the mattress, kissing your temple as he rolls off of you and pads across the bedroom in just a pair of boxers, "I'll brew us some." He knows exactly how you take yours. "Omelets after?"

"Ohhhh you know me so well," you stretch, feline like, watching him lean against the doorway, watching you in the morning light, "it makes me so horny."

He rolls his eyes and subtly adjusts himself before turning and sauntering away, "Settle down, I haven't even made it downstairs yet."

You smile to yourself as he vanishes into the hallway, letting the steady padding of his feet down the staircase lull you. The house is big, but not too big to where you can't hear him opening cabinets and placing two mugs down on the counter. You can hear him click the buttons on the coffee maker and the sound and smell of the roasted beans floats up to you, making your eyes shut softly.

Sharing a bed with Jake has made sleep come easy to you. His smell has stained the sheets and pillowcases, when he first went away on tour you feared when the sun went down and you crawled into bed alone. But, it went smoother than you thought, clutching his pillow to your chest, laying your head where he usually lays his and sleeping in his spot night after night. It's as though the sheets are his arms and you're wrapped up in them till dawn. The sound of him just down the stairs though makes dozing all the easier. Knowing that he's right there and not across the sea, in a different time zone where the sun is going down while you're getting up, it comforts you on an entirely different level.

Sleep has just begun to consume you, starting at your head and working its way down, until the bedding slowly slips off your body and someone has begun to travel up it.

"I was gone like five minutes and you're already asleep?" He teases with a growl in his voice, his lips brushing up the skin of your chest and shoulder to the shell of your ear.

You inhale deeply through your nose and smile sleepily, chest arching upwards to him as he retraces his way back down your body, lips tickling kisses onto your tummy and each of your hips.

"Sorry," you exhale, humming in content and widening your legs as you gaze at the ceiling, feeling his adventurous lips kiss your inner thighs, "it's so easy to sleep when you're home."

"I know what you mean." He nods, hair tickling your skin as it brushes over you. His eyes glance up to you as his breath fans over your clothed center, watching as you stare patiently yet expectingly at the ceiling. What an angelic view it is.

"Do you miss me when you go away?" You ask softly as if to fill the silence.

You've never been one for complete silence and staring, though Jake enjoys it quite a lot. He compares it to looking at art.

He smiles to himself, readjusting his position on his forearms and rests his chin softly on your lower tummy, "How crazy is it that I missed you just now downstairs in the kitchen?"

You lift yourself onto your elbows, grinning down at him with messy hair. He smiles back at you, the tops of his ears turning pink when you tilt your head to rest against your shoulder. With softened, fond eyes, you reach a single hand out to push his hair back from his face, combing your fingers through it and gently cupping his cheek as you admire him.

"Crazy, but sweet." Your voice is tiny. He loves it.

It makes him feel all warm and gooey inside, like a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie. He leans into your touch, then rests his head against your thigh. You lick your lips then bite the lower one, patience wearing thin. The smell of coffee invites you both downstairs for a cup, but you both know neither of you will be getting up for anything at all anytime soon.

"Lay back." He says, moving to sit on his knees and moves his hands straight to the sides of your underwear, hooking his fingers beneath the fabric and pulling them off as you let yourself fall back into the sheets and lift your legs for easy discarding. He tosses them aside, sliding his hands down the outsides of your smooth legs before pressing against the insides and spreading you out for him. With a growl and leans down and puts his mouth on you, hands gripping your thighs and moving to cup your ass.

Airy sighs and soft mewls leak from your lips as you tip your head back and clutch the sheets beneath your body. He keeps his lips on you, running his tongue through your wetness and suckling just enough to send a jolt through your body and make your thighs twitch. His hands move, one coasting up to roll your hardened nipples between his finger and thumb, and the other joining his mouth, drawing tight circles with the pad of his thumb over your bundle of nerves.

"Fuck you," it's a hiccuping gasp that makes him smile into your core and flatten out his tongue, your mess smearing across his cheeks and chin. You don't really mean it in the griping, irritated way. You mean it in the Jesus Christ you know me so well, better than I know myself, you know me just as you know how to play all your other instruments way. That's why he pulls away right when you're about to tip over the edge and kisses your knee delicately.

"A bit mouthy this morning." He comments with a smirk as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

As you lay panting, you rest your bare foot against his shoulder in a playful, albeit exhausted, shove as you breathily respond, "You kiss yours with your own?"

His fingers circle the arch of your foot just as you've gone to set it down, and brings it upward so he can press a gentle kiss to the inside of your ankle. Your eyes fall closed, feeling him touch and love you was enough, watching him do it to you seemed too much. It's why you often end up throwing an arm over your eyes as you carelessly moan beneath him.

"Look at me," he says as he shuffles, kicking off his underwear and sliding the head of his cock through you.

I can't you want to whisper back, but end up cracking an eye open anyway. He's staring at you with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath he takes. He's so ready, and so are you, but the moment before is almost better than the moment. Your hand reaches for his perched upon your hip, and his fingers interlace with your own as he slowly pushes into you.

"Ah..." he shudders, sinking in further as you lay back with an open mouth, nothing leaving it as he stretches you out pleasantly. "Tight thing. Wound up so tight for me." He huffs, only half way in.

Your walls contract as he looks at you, then squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling. Your breath stutters as he goes another inch, hand squeezing his own. He squeezes back.

"I love you," you whisper at a volume so low you're surprised he can hear you at all.

But he does, and he leans down and pushes in to the hilt, ripping a satisfied, dragged out moan deep from your chest as he licks into your mouth, "I love you too."

He slowly drags in and out, thrusting at an even pace to get you adjusted to the feeling. And when your hand lets go of his and to join the other to claw at the muscles of his back, he takes it as a sign to move a bit faster and with determination. Pants and moans and profanities fill the room, sheets ruffling and the bed frame creaking too, all sounds you've become addicted to since Jake got back.

"Is this a good morning for you, baby?" He murmurs against your heated skin, his voice as steady as can be, as if he's asking you if the weather was nice enough to have breakfast out on the porch.

You laugh through your pleasure, sighing back with a nod, "This is a great morning."

"How do you feel?" He asks again, this time his voice deeper, more sensual.

Jake and his questions. He always waits for an answer.

You swallow thickly, brows coming together as that feeling in your tummy grows heavier and heavier, "Jake-"

"Tell me," he insists that you speak in a voice that is as warm as whiskey, "I want to hear you."

"Good," you whimper, crying out as he brushes against that sweet spot inside of you, "so good."

His head drops, smile laced on his lips, and his hair curtains your faces together. Your breaths intermingle in the little space between you, hardly an inch away from the other. Not only can you hear every little sound he makes, every hitching exhale, every minuscule whimper, but you can see it all too. His thick eyebrows pushing together, creating a crease between them as he concentrates. When his tongue darts out to swipe over his pink lips, wetting them before he pulls the bottom one between his teeth to stifle another sound. Nostrils flaring and eyes squinting before readjusting every time you tighten up. It's all a beautiful show, and you're front row. Actually, you're the plot line.

"Pretty," he pants out, kissing over your hairline, "little thing. Doin' so well."

"Please, don't stop." You sigh, eyes rolling back, especially so when his hand drifts down to gently press a palm into your lower tummy. A high-pitched mewl rips from you as your arms hook behind his neck, "Jake!"

"Don't stop this?" He asks devilishly, though he is just as desperate as you are, his pumping hips faltering every so often. A cry of pure bliss falls onto his ears, one that makes him shiver and cradle you closer to him. You're so close, and so is he. "I won't stop for you, you close? Oh, I can feel you baby."

"Shhhh," you clench your teeth together, eyes squeezing shut as your climax builds, "just fuck me right now. No talking."

"Then just take it," he huffs into your ear, readjusting his position, pushing one leg up higher with his hand holding the back of your thigh as he begins to rock into you, "take it like a good girl."

A delicate noise trembles from your chest as your brows dip and eyes shut, hips moving on their own accord as you try to fight off your release a little longer.

"Oh?" He teases you, hands coming down to grip your hips, keeping you still in his hold, "Don't ignore it, invite it."

"You sound like my yoga instructor." You breathe just enough air to scoff at him before you're buried beneath your moans again.

He chuckles at it though, watching you from the new position on his knees, gritting his teeth together every time you tighten and draw him in. It isn't intentional anymore, you can't help it at all. Blissful cries leak from your lips as you search out for him, holding his arms to ground yourself.

"Jake-" you warn, turning your head, face twisting into a look of such intense pleasure it could be mistaken for pain.

It isn't though, far from it. Your arm moves to shield your face, but he pins them both down, making sure you can't hide from him.

"I know baby," he nods you on, his voice tender as he encourages you, "come on, do it for me. Gonna let go like a nice girl? Just for me?"

"Only-" you gasp and jolt as it creeps up on you, correcting yourself oh so sweetly, "always for you."

He smiles and nods at you, "Let's see it then. Feels so good, yeah? What's it feel like?"

It's too much for 9 a.m. Quite preposterous actually, and if you were both still having those sleepovers where he'd come and visit you for a night at your apartment, it'd be over by now because of a neighbor pounding on a shared wall. But that's not how it is anymore, and it hasn't been that way in quite some time, and it won't ever be like that again. You both know that.

So what does it feel like? Nothing short of heaven, you're sure.

But you can't phrase that right now, you can hardly think. Usually he'd make a comment about how he's fucking you stupid but lack of sleep and coffee is keeping his smug commentary at bay. All together, it's sweet morning sex. Vanilla for the two of you.

How lucky you are.

"I'm coming," you rush out, blinking up at him and opening your mouth to say one last thing, but nothing comes out because it crashes over you like a tidal wave.

He smiles, eyes sleepy and fucked out but his grin is bright. It always is.

"That's it," he murmurs his praises as you let go, spasming around his length and shaking beneath him as he comes down and speaks into the kiss he gives you, "there you go..."

He follows right behind you, letting go of your arms to draw you near and hold you against his chest as he lets go. Soft sounds of love mingle in the room a little longer as he keeps his hips moving to ride you both through it. Slowly, you come down from the high, and he stills, just keeping you in his arms a little longer.

The stillness of the morning, the feeling of him so close, the only noise now being your relaxing breaths. The after of it all is nearly just as perfect. You're unsure if you'll ever want to actually let go of this moment, let alone him.

"Good morning," he hums, lips brushing against the shell of your ear before he barely moves his lips to pucker against it.

A breath leaves your body in a laugh as you turn your head to look at him, "One of our best. I think this has been my favorite morning ever, actually."

The right side of his mouth hooks upward as he quietly tells you, "I've missed mornings like this."

You cup his cheek, his softened eyes making your heart warm and quite possibly grow ten sizes, "Me too."

Another minute of silence goes by. It's funny how right now you enjoy and allow it to soak in.

He pushes himself up onto his forearm, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, "Let's clean up, then coffee?"

You nod with a smile and join him in the bathroom for an innocent shower with lots of steam.

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thinking about jake being needy because you just feel so good

you and jake had been going at it for god knows how long, but the sight beneath you made you want to never stop. 

“baby, you feel so, fuck, so fucking good,” he struggled to say in the midst of pleasure.

you were on his lap, bouncing and grinding your hips against his.

“f-fuck, you’re so fucking big, jake.” you whine when his cock reaches that spot inside of you. his hands grip your hips so tight there will probably be marks in the morning, not that you mind. his chest and face gleam with a slight sheen of sweat and you can help yourself when you lean down, letting the flat of your tongue slide up his neck, tasting his salty skin.

 “o-oh my god, baby.” he lets out a guttural groan at your actions, eyes closed tight in pleasure. you bring a hand to the base of his throat, squeezing just a little. “b-baby no, don’t, i-i’m gonna-” he chokes out, hips bucking up to fuck up into you. 

“c’mon, jake, want you to fill me up.” you moan, your own release nearing. he nods dumbly before letting out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan, hips stuttering as you feel cum inside you. this triggers your own release, throwing your head back and moaning his name. you feel his hands come up to palm your tits roughly as you work through your release.

opening your eyes, you’re met with jake’s fucked out expression and god, you wish you could take a picture at the sight. “love you, baby.” he says between pants, making you smile

“i love you too, jake.”

MEOW MEOW MEOW i started writing this literally months ago and never finished it wtf (not proofread sry😟)

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okokokok so i saw u said we could send requests sooooo

what if there is a rule that when in subspace you arnt allowed to curse but you do, so daddy eddie holds reader in his lap while sir steve rough fuck her and then oretstims her while eddie keeps her still

yeah so my brain short-circuited when i first read this tbh this is so hot😵‍💫 was not expecting to write this much but this request was too good

smut, 18+ only plz!!

you're in eddie's lap, straddling his thighs. one of his ring-covered hands grips your waist so tight you know you'll have bruises in the morning, the other rests on your face gently. steve stands behind you, one hand tangled in your hair while he rougly thrusts into you. they've drawn at least five orgasms out of you, tears now streaming down your face as your hips swuirm. "p-please, sir, no more!" you cry out, hands clutching eddie's bare shoulders. steve laughs darkly from behind you, "uh uh, baby, you were bad, you need to learn your fucking lesson." he brings his lips close to your ear. you open your teary eyes, silently begging eddie to help, but he just shakes his head. "he's right, sweetheart, you know the rules," more tears fall from eddie's words, "those words are for us, not you, doll." a loud moan erupts from your chest when steve's hands move to work circles over your clit. "you're gonna be a good slut and come again for us, yeah?" he grits out, trying to stave off his own release as he pounds his cock into you harder. you nod dumbly, the pain and pleasure of overstimulation causing your hips to squirm. "stop fucking moving," steve's grip tightens in your hair, "eddie, do your fucking job." he grits out as eddie rolls his eyes, roughly grabbing your hips to stop your movements. you cry out as you feel your release getting closer. "s-sir, i-i can't!" you whine. "yes you can, baby, soak me and then we're done, okay? show me you're a good girl." you nod vehemently, your body tensing before your release washes over you. "s-sir, daddy!" you moan their titles as your body shakes and you squirt all over steve's cock and eddie's lap. tears pour down your face as steve finally releases ropes of cum into you. your body trembles as you collapse onto eddie's chest, "took it so well, honey, soaked daddy and i." steve whispers into your ear.

this is not proofread AT ALL and i haven't written in quite some time, college is kinda kicking my ass but i'm trying to get back into it!! so plz send in requests for stranger things, gvf, or anyone tbh

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hey just letting you know your masterlist isnt working

yes yes yes thank u SM for this!! saw this a few days ago and it should be fixed now, lmk if it's still not working!!

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thinking of steddie eating me out together!!!!

you're not even sure how you three ended up like this. steve and eddie lay on their stomach's between your shaking legs, their tongues lapping at your juices like they need it to survive. steve moves his tongue to dip inside your dripping hole, moaning into your core at the taste of your slick. eddie's mouth sucks at your clit, making you moan loudly. steve pulls back, slipping two fingers into you, "oh that's it, baby, let us hear how good it is." he says with a shit-eating grin. tears prick at your eyes, it just feels so good. you look down, locking eyes with eddie. he smirks around your clit and pulls back for a moment, "like fuckin' candy, sweetheart, could do this forever." is all he says before diving back in, his tongue brushing over steve's as they lick over your clit, steve's fingers pumping in and out of you. eddie's tongue laps at steve's, the lewd sight pushing you closer to the edge. "she's getting close, eds, can feel how fucking tight she is." steve mumbles around your pussy. eddie licks at steve's tongue on your clit once more before smirking at you, "soak our fucking faces, baby."

it's safe to say you do exactly what eddie says.

a/n: omg it's been forever since i've written like anything! send in requests for stranger things or greta van fleet!!

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after the events of tonight, i’m feeling so grateful to be a part of a fandom who loves the same band as me. greta will forever be that band that can not only exude euphoria, but also love through their music and their presence. they bare their hearts to us every night, and you can feel that as they play and when you watch videos of them.

josh choking up at the end of LML was so powerful, in the sense of he knows he’s loved by millions of people. i am one of those, and will forever love the four men who create the band. did i shed a tear or 100? absolutely. but they were happy tears, because i love greta van fleet, and am so thankful for their existence.

they’re one of those bands who you can tell they love every single one of their fans, and it creates such a powerful movement that’s so gratifying, it alleviates pain and all your worries, and most of all, makes you feel loved.

i love you greta van fleet, and i love all of you on here (and the rest of the peaceful army/gresties) ❤️❤️

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RETWEET!!!!!

The Indigo Streak can rail me and get me pregnant

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my thoughts on the new album!

fate of the faithful- obsessed with the intro, i feel like not only does it set the tone for the song, but for the entire album as well. i LOVE the tone of the guitar in this track, and danny had no right to go that hard. i feel like josh also did a lot of challenging vocals and little riffs here and there which I LOVE. i just love the overall vibe of the song and how all the individual unique parts come together. 

waited all your life- i’m obsessed with the acoustic guitar opening and the way it picks up after that little acoustic intro. josh made the vocal jumps from his lower range to his higher range sound effortless wtf. i can hear sam’s part so clearly and he is literally eating it up, it works so well with the vocals

the falling sky- again, i love the intro. i feel like i can hear a little blues influence in the guitar and especially in the opening. this whole track is super catchy, specifically the chorus, and it’s hard not to sing along. and the fucking harmonica solo omfg. i obviously hear a lot of blues in the harmonica solo and i feel like adding that into the song really separated the whole song not only from the rest of the songs on the album, but from a lot of modern songs. 

sacred the thread- this was probs my fav single they released before the actual album, i love this song sm. i love that it starts with the drums and then the guitar comes in. i’m also obsessed with the bass line, i feel like it works really well with the guitar part while still being unique and shining through in it’s own way. josh literally slayed so hard b/c this is such a challenging song vocally (at least for me b/c im an alto), but he makes it sound and look so easy. the best part of the whole song is towards the end when the vocals and the instrumentals all do the same rhythm while josh sings the lyric, “sacred the thread” (timestamp 4:47). 

runaway blues- I LOVE THE LITTLE SPEAKING THING IN THE FIRST FEW SECONDS OMG! speaking of loving a bass line, i especially adore the bass line in this track. and the fucking guitar solo at the end is so good, it makes me want to cry and scream in the best way possible. i feel like this whole track is so different from a lot of the other stuff they’ve done and that’s probably why i love it so much. 

the indigo streak- definitely one of my favorite song from the entire album omg. THE LAYERED BACKGROUND VOCALS??? HELLO???? i feel like all those background vocals added so much depth and color to the whole song I LOVE IT. starting from the timestamp 2:30, it somehow gets even better??? the guitar tone in the solo is slightly different (i think) from other songs and he plays pretty high up on the neck and it just works so well, i’m obsessed. 

frozen light- the count off in the beginning omfg it’s too much i can’t. love the guitar intro, i hear some blues influence not necessarily in the notes jake is playing, but in his tone. the section right before the chorus is so good don’t even get me started. also love how josh sings about “dreams in gold”!! i feel like i keep saying it, but sam is absolutely KILLING IT WHAT THE HELL??? and in all the songs, but for this one, danny is eating it up what the actual FUCK. 

the archer- again with the guitar intros, i adore this one so much and i love how it feels a bit lighter and then the other instruments come in and it gives it a heavier, deeper, and darker feel. the way that this song transitions into the chorus is so satisfying and works so well. i also love the vocals in this track and i feel like josh got to showcase his wide range a lot here. jake’s solo in this song is definitely one of my favorites from the album. i feel like it can be easy and tempting for guitarists to only play really high up the neck, but he utilized everything which i absolutely love. 

meeting the master- i’ve loved this song so much ever since it first got released and i think my love for it only continues to grow. to me, it really encapsulates the whole album and their new era. everything in this song works so well together and it comes together to create a transcendent track that transports you into an otherworldly head space while listening (at least for me). i really love the lyrics in this song, they’re so beautiful and hold a lot of symbolism and meaning. 

farewell for now- screaming crying throwing up. knowing that they wrote this as an appreciation for the fans makes the listening experience all the more special i feel like. i love the harmonies and similar to ‘the indigo streak’, the layers add so much depth. i love danny’s part leading into the chorus (timestamp 2:00), ITS SO GOOD HELLO??? this is also one of my favorites of jake’s solos from this album, the solo works so well with the rest of the instrumentals, while still bringing in a new vibe and introducing similar motifs from earlier in the song into his solo. the ending is so beautiful, and i love the way it slowly lessens until it’s just josh left. 

final thoughts- wow. it’s hard to put into words how i’m feeling after listening again and really hearing every little thing. i feel like all the tracks are so unique but come together to create an amazing listening experience that leaves you yearning for more (at least for me). just by listening, you can hear how much effort they put into this and how much they have grown. sam’s bass lines were so fucking impressive and while i’m not a bass player, i found myself listening to his part a lot. danny is so incredibly talented and i feel like we really got to hear him showcase his talents in a lot of the fills he did, as well as in some intros or little solos. i really loved how josh used his full range and sang in his lower register. it made it feel even more special and impressive when he went back up to his higher range. jake’s solos and guitar parts kept me on my toes for the whole album. i could hear blues influence in a good amount of his solos and i absolutely adored that. he also played on all parts of the neck and incorporated different tones throughout the album which i thought was really impressive. overall, i am so incredibly proud of them, this album is so special and i’m so impressed. they really did something special and unique with this album and i just love them so much oh my fucking god.  

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teaser of my upcoming jake fic!!

“You didn’t ruin my night at all, I just don’t like seeing you cry.” His lips turned into a slight frown at the sight of your tears. “You’re too pretty to cry, y/n.”

“You’re too sweet, Jake.” Your heart swelled at his words.

“I’m serious, James doesn’t realize what he’s missing. You’re so smart and kind and I wish you could see how radiant you are.” You were practically a puddle at this point, his words made your heart grow ten sizes. The pain and embarrassment of the James situation drifted away momentarily as you let yourself get lost in Jake.  Looking up into his eyes at that moment, you knew you loved him. With every fiber in your body, you loved Jake. His wavy hair that you forced him to let you braid, and his calloused fingertips and hands from years of playing guitar; you loved it all. 

The rest of that night was spent laughing over cheeseburgers and strawberry milkshakes in a small diner on the outskirts of town. But most importantly, that night was spent loving. Loving Jake and everything that came with it. 

a/n: i’m so excited to share this fic with you guys!! it’s gonna be a one shot but it’s gonna be pretty long so buckle up. i’m hoping to have it up in the next week or few days!! anyways, hope u guys enjoy this little teaser, love u all!! <3

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im always here if anyone needs to talk <3

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

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ITS BEEN A WHILE BUT HI GUYS IM BACK!!

what would we think if i wrote a jake kiszka fic????🤭🤭🤭🤭

ANYWAYS now that im back plz send in requests for gvf!! love u guys! 

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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Here’s a good reminder for the terfs/transphobes that like to try and infiltrate our fandom.

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Sick Little Game

Pairing: Jake x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! swearing, hair pulling, slight choking, slight praise kink, unprotected sex, sir kink

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: you and Jake love to tease each other, but he’s ready for the game to end

Notes: Awhile back Lexi told me to imagine Jake putting your hair up with a his own hair tie and I couldn’t stop thinking about it…thus Jake smut was written.

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It was a game between the two of you. Jake knew it, you knew it, hell even his bandmates knew it. While unspoken, the rules were simple, see who breaks first. Jake had come into your life a little over a year ago on a random Tuesday afternoon in a coffee shop. The first few months were completely platonic, hanging out in groups and getting to know one another. 

You weren’t sure exactly when it changed, but soon group hangouts turned to just the two of you and FaceTime calls became daily. Waves goodbye turned to hugs and innocent touches turned teasing. And from the teasing touches, it seemed this game was born. It started out slow, Jake guiding you through the grocery store with his hand on your lower back. In return, you had kissed him on the cheek when he had let you pick the movie for your night in. But you both silently agreed that was becoming boring. 

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only one | j.t.k

hey besties!! y’all it’s been a hot MINUTE 

I hope everyone’s been doing good, getting some good sleep and drinking lots of water! 

today’s post is brought to you by a conversation I had with a fellow grestie (shoutout grace ilysm 😚) and we were talking about Jake’s tummy and how we feel this is DEFINITELY something he would do with his partner so after I got done crying over the thought I wrote this and cried about THIS instead !

anyway I hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think !

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You felt your cheeks attempting to fight against you, against the smile that was once again taking over your lips for what must have been the millionth time tonight. You couldn’t help it, watching your boyfriend up on stage as he belted out into his solos, giving his all each and every second since they had initially taken the stage that night - it was breathtaking. No matter how many times you watched them play, you continued to fall more and more in love every night. 

Especially with Jake.

Which brings you to now, standing in the wings on the right side of the stage, watching your man as he lifts his guitar up to his hip, hoisting it on there for support as his fingers all but shred the chords that hung on his guitar.

 "Do it, Jakey! Do it!“

The sound of Josh’s encouragement only made the crowd grow louder, and you couldn’t help but join them, jumping up and down screaming out praises towards your boyfriend as you danced along to their performance.

Finishing his solo he danced his way back to his spot away from the edge of the stage, turning to you momentarily as he pointed his guitar at you, shooting you a wink as he continued to play. Playfully rolling your eyes at him, the smile never left your lips as you blew him a kiss, to which he accepted with a simple nod and a smile, before he turned back to the crowd.

The rest of the show came and went, and your throat felt raw from all of the screaming you did, much like every other night. You were a fan before you were a girlfriend, and that wasn’t going to stop just because you were dating one of them. You were their own personal groupie, and you made sure to always let them know how well they did no matter what.

 After show rituals always consisted of alcohol, and sometimes a game or two of pool. Tonight, a game or two turned into a game or ten, and the alcohol started off in small shots but eventually turned into multiple bottles on the table. One of you had to remain sober enough to drive the rest of the crew home, and normally it would be you or Danny, but tonight it fell on you.

"Okay,” you sighed, putting the car in reverse. “Off to the casa.”

You had just dropped Sammy off at his house, the last one of the bunch and now it was just you and Jake.

Jake let out a giggle, mumbling ‘casa’ to himself throughout the drive. You held his hand on the way, rubbing your thumb across the back of it until you pulled into your driveway. Killing the engine, you gathered your things and made your way to his door, helping him up and out and into the house.

Getting him in the shower was out of the question, so you opted for simply removing his clothes, leaving his underwear on as you tucked him into bed. Going through and getting yourself ready for bed, you snuggled up into his side not long after. Your fingertips began their trails at his neck, working their way down towards his throat, gliding over his pecks before settling onto his tummy.

He huffed a laugh as you continued exploring, wiggling around in your grasp a little.

You smiled into his side as you pressed a kiss into his skin, leaning your head back to look at him. “I thought you would’ve passed out the second you touched the bed.” you joked, earning a sleepy smile from him.

 "Normally I would’ve,“ his speech came out mumbled, laced with exhaustion and alcohol. "But not yet.”

You hummed in response but didn’t offer much else for a comment, instead tucking your head back onto his chest, bringing your attention back to his tummy. Traces of your fingertips turned into small strokes of your thumb against the skin, relishing in the hums of appreciation that sounded against his chest. You continued on this way for a while, cuddling and enjoying the warmth he had to offer.

“You know,” you spoke after a while. “I really love your tummy.”

Silence was all that could be heard as a response to your confession, save for the sound of his steady breathing and the hum of his heart. You wondered if he had fallen asleep, but just as you were planning on looking up at him, he spoke.

 "You do?“

The sound of his voice, filled with hesitation and, what seemed like disbelief,  sounded in your ears, and this time you did look up at him, seeing in his eyes that you were right of the emotions beneath his answer.

 Since you had met him, you had always said without a doubt he was one of the few people you had ever met that continuously oozed confidence. You knew everyone had their moments of course you did, no one was perfect but if anyone could ever even come close to it, it was Jake. Though this wasn’t the first time this particular insecurity came to light, what with all of the posts and comments about him on specific occasions during a show where his tummy would be more on display, it still shattered your heart into a million pieces hearing the uncertainty in his voice.

 "Of course I do, love.” you assured him, never once stopping your affections on his skin. “It’s one of my favorite things about you, and I know I’m not the only one that goes absolutely feral when it’s out while you’re playing.”

He tried not to smile, biting his lip and closing his eyes even but he failed, a light blush grazing the apples of his cheeks as you went on.

 "I love watching you up there, shredding away on your guitar giving it your all, and when your jacket opens up and your tummy is out and proud and coated in sweat - dear God, Jacob.“ You closed your eyes for a second, your heart rate picking up at the mere thought of how he looks on most nights but fuck, his tummy was such a turn on for you and you cherished it just like you cherished every other part of him.

 "Okay, okay,” he laughed, causing you to open your eyes and look at him to find him already looking right at you. “I get it.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think you do, baby. The things your tummy, your jummy if you will, the things it does to me, I should be carrying a mop and a wet floor sign with me everywhere I go, cause damn!”

At this point he was laughing, full on belly laughing. Head thrown back against the pillows, eyes screwed shut tightly as the bed shook with his laughter. The sound was music to your ears, it was your favorite sound ever, the sound of him playing coming at close second. You watched in adoration, relishing in the sound of his beautiful laugh bouncing off the walls, feeling the familiar sting in your cheeks as a wide grin spread across your lips.

 You don’t know how long he laughed for, how long you admired him for, but eventually his laughter died down and he was pulling you in tightly, nuzzling his nose in your hair. You stayed like that for some time, letting him hold you and whisper his thanks into your hair, which you shook off because he didn’t need to thank you for loving him, all of him. You would do it all over again in every life time, every universe, on every planet for fucks sake. You loved him, in his entirety and you would never get tired of telling him.

“You know,” he started, pulling back and giving you a pointed look. “Your tummy is really cute too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a playful eye roll even slipping out. “Okay, now I think I’m ready for bed.”

He stopped you before you could roll over, holding his hand under your jaw to make sure you were looking at him as he spoke. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

The playfulness died down as you stared at one another, you waiting for him to continue and him wanting you to believe every single word that was to come out of his mouth.

 You had dealt with body image issues in the past, since you were younger, and they had never really fully disappeared. They weren’t as frequent as before, but they still lingered every now and then. Jake knew of this, and he was one of the main reasons why you weren’t so affected anymore but on the days that you were, he was always there to help pick up the pieces.

“When I tell you I love you, that means all of you, and I mean it.”

 This time it was him rubbing random patterns against the skin of your own tummy, and you shivered at the contact as he went on. 

“I would never lie to you, not about something like this. I know you don’t see yourself the way I do sometimes, and though it’s not okay I know you’re trying, I see it and I can feel it and I’m so proud of you for not giving up on yourself. Everything about you is beautiful, absolutely everything. But one of my favorites since the beginning, is this,” he spared a glance down where his hand was momentarily. “It’s so comforting, and I have no idea why. I feared you might think that was weird or something so I always waited until you fell asleep to hold your tummy but seriously, Y/N, I adore this part of you so much.” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the ending of his confession, trying to keep yourself from blushing but failing as you felt the heat take over your cheeks. “The way you see me, is the exact same way that I see you,” he continued. “There’s only one of you. One set of eyes, big beautiful eyes might I add. Once set of arms, one set of legs, one of you entirely. And there’s only one tummy, just one. So while you have it, I ask that you try and love it the same way you love mine. The same way that I love it, and you.”

You pulled him into a hug at that, hugging him against your chest so tightly.

You don’t know how you had gotten so lucky, but you were so damn lucky to have him in your life, even more so to have the privilege of him loving you, and you loving him just as much.

 All of him.

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Pink Lemonade (series)

PART NINE

Pairing: Sam x female!reader

Word Count: 18k words (my longest chapter of anything, ever)

Summary: Being a counselor at your childhood summer camp had been your dream since you were little and you had a specific vision of how it would go when it finally happened. You had not, however, planned to make an immediate enemy.

WARNINGS (this chapter): EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT - 18+ ONLY, tobacco use, feelings, suspense, talk of drugs.

Editor in Chief (and creator of the moodboard on each chapter): @gardenvanfleet

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You were living in a state of bliss - puppy love, sun-kissed bliss. If your infatuation for Sam weren’t all-consuming, you’d probably feel some form of regret for rejecting this kind of thing all throughout your teenage years - all the missed opportunities. But, as it were, he was all you could think about. You found yourself staring longingly at him across the table at breakfast the next morning, as if your pillow didn’t still smell like him from the night before.

With a little work, you were able to convince him to hang out with you at the lake that day, which served as the perfect excuse to show off a swimsuit you’d packed for camp that was just barely on the wrong side of modest. The Rayban’s he’d worn hid his eyes pretty well, but it pleased you to imagine they were glued to you as you laid out next to him in the sun.

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guys we hit 200 followers omg😭 THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!!! i’m so grateful and in honor of 200 followers, i’ll have a new fic up sometime today!! 

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