#gvf reader insert

[leviathanlazarus]

Cross My Heart & Hope To Die

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x (F) Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: angst, arguing, Sam being a dick, toxic relationship, dirty talking, oral sex, unprotected PIV sex, can be interpreted as hate-fucking tbh. 18+ ONLY!

A/N: I realized after the Cleveland show that whenever I see the boys live, I spend the majority of my time watching Danny (no surprise) and a good chunk of what's left watching Sam. His stage presence really is intoxicating for me--he has this very quiet but very intense allure and sex appeal. So needless to say, I've been inspired (also thanks to the song Borderline by Tove Lo for fueling that inspiration). Now, I've only ever written one groupie fic before and it was also a Sam fic; by default, I actually kind of hate them. But this fic here was just the story I had in mind. Hope you enjoy ;)

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That first time you’d seen Sam up there, aglow in dizzying arrays of rainbow light, shimmering in white and silver satin and silk, he looked so much like an ethereal angel. You’d immediately been lost in the catharsis that radiated from his own performance to everyone else–you could imagine how wrapped up in the stardom and music he was, with the constant moves of his body and inadvertently sex-drenched facial expressions while he plucked his bass or when those long fingers slid across the keys. It was like you could see every note flowing through him.

You weren’t alone in the trance, but you certainly felt like you were the only one there–the crowd had disappeared and you were on your own, standing in the dark, the only thing in your field of vision being that glorious being. “Starstruck” didn’t even begin to cover it, and when that angel’s gaze found your own, you were smart enough to not assume it was actually real–Sam wasn’t looking at you. So when later on, he’d found you and had truly looked at you and only you, his gaze had dove deep down into your bones and you knew you were a goner.

You hadn’t known what to expect. Who could say what any of those boys were like when the music was over and they were stripping down their real selves? At first, the silliness that Sam showed you was even more alluring than the silent siren that graced the stage night after night; he was funny, endearing and even chivalrous at times. He didn’t treat you like some random girl who just happened to have won the lottery with that chance encounter. He’d made the first move. Things happened. He called you all the pet names, bought you all the gifts, texted you all the things, made you feel like you were a part of the team. Like you were together. Because he said you were.

But as time went on, you felt a distance inching outward between the two of you. You heard from him less, saw him even less than that and when you did see him, you no longer felt like you were the only person in the room with him. You found yourself asking why you were sticking around–you were beginning to feel like some joke, just some groupie Sam was stringing along. Was it even worth it when he could be doing the same thing with other girls? You couldn’t full discount that–it stuck like a thorn in your side. But every time you saw him behind that bass or on those keys, the brilliant angel was back, sparkling like a lone star, and your heart beat fast and hard with an insatiable need to keep him for yourself no matter what.

You were still buzzing after the show–the US tour was done, which meant you’d have some real time with Sam before Europe kicked off. Or so you hoped. It’s what your mind was holding onto regardless of what was going on in Sam’s own. You’d wanted to meet him backstage like the other partners did, but Sam had requested you wait in his hotel room so, like the dutiful girlfriend you wanted to always be, you were doing just that. Sitting on the couch, tapping your foot, staring out the window and wishing to see your brilliant angel.

You were patient. You sat for what felt like an eternity. You checked your phone but you didn’t text him, didn’t call. He’d come when he was ready, so you waited some more until the door clicked in the middle of the dark midnight hours, you half-asleep against your own will. 

At the sound of the door actually opening, you jolted into sudden full-consciousness, shooting up from the couch. Sam laughed; he wasn’t in dazzling white and silver anymore. He looked almost ordinary, but just almost. You knew you’d hit the jackpot by getting with one of the most beautiful and fawned over rising musicians. Rock gods. That’s what they all were. And Sam was an enigma–so many facets to his personality. So much that went on in his head that almost no one knew about. 

That rough, raw laugh echoed in your ears and made your skin tingle. “You’re back,” you said, wobbling slightly on your feet. It really was late and you really were tired, but energy was steadily streaming back into your veins at the sight of him. 

Sam strode over to you with ease, like he didn’t just spend two and a half hours in front of 35,000 people. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, sighing into your hair. “Sorry it took so long, kitten. Everyone wanted to go out for drinks.”

Then you could smell the lingering scent of beer on him. You looked up to ask, “You went out?” 

Sam released his hold, suddenly putting nearly a foot of space between the two of you. “Just for a couple beers. I couldn’t get myself out of it.” 

That was definitely a lie. You now were doubting that Josh, Danny and Jake even knew you had been waiting at the hotel–if they’d known, there was no way they wouldn’t have gotten you to go out too. You tried not to let the hurt show on your face but it definitely did, because Sam let out a huff and raised his eyebrows at you. You hated when he did that. It made you feel like a child. 

“I would’ve gone out with all of you too,” you said, literally and figuratively standing your ground. You weren’t in the mood to argue but you also weren’t in the mood to feel like a doormat again. Being left out felt worse than anything. “If you’d just asked me.”

Sam’s mouth twitched as you saw a flicker of frustration move over his face, but then he sighed again. He pulled you back into his arms and said, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/N. I was an asshole.”

You could have just let it go but the pent up energy from waiting around–and it not being the first time–wouldn’t allow that. Anger bubbled up in your chest and tears broke through, streaming down your temples which made you feel even worse. Pathetic and stupid. “Sometimes it’s like you don’t even like me, Sam,” you said, pushing him away, hastily wiping the tears away. Your makeup was already ruined and you just wanted the stupid outfit you’d put on off your body now. Who even cared? 

“How can you say that?” Sam asked when you sat down on the couch and looked down at your feet, still struggling to stop the tears. “I chose you.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, of course you did. Like that means anything.” It was too late–the torrent of resentment was running wild now. “I saw you with that girl in New York. I saw you with that waitress in Detroit.” You lifted your hips and pulled down your tights. If you were going to argue, you could at least be comfortable.

“Jesus, Y/N, where is all this coming from?” Sam asked, still standing, running a hand through his hair like this was exhausting for HIM.

You stood up, fumbling with the zipper on your dress for a minute; Sam approached and tried to help but you scooted away. “You used to make me feel like I was the only one in the room with you,” you told him, managing to get unzipped on your own, sliding the stupid dress down to kick aside. At least if you were busy changing, you didn’t have to make eye contact. “Now I just feel so stupid. You just got some groupie to sleep with whenever you want. And I bet I’m not the only one.”

“That’s not true,” Sam replied heatedly. You still weren’t looking at him, resigned to rifle through your suitcase for pajamas. It was going to be a long night and you didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as him right now but you couldn’t ask to bunk with anyone else. Only Danny was riding solo, but that was definitely not an option. He grabbed your arm, stopping you from retrieving your favorite sleep t-shirt–a weathered and worn From the Fires t-shirt that you’d had since the early days, before you even knew Sam as a real person. “You need to believe that. I’ve never cheated on you.”

You shook him off and pulled the t-shirt over your head, then wiped at your eyes again. The tears had mostly stopped but the anger was still brewing, making you feel hot and tight inside. “How would I even know? I can’t be with you like other girlfriends. Sometimes you don’t text me for days.”

“I hate texting and you know that.”

“Good save, Sam,” you retorted. This was going nowhere. You paused as you held your pajama pants in your hands, finally making eye contact with him again. “Maybe I should just leave.”

Sam’s head snapped back a bit in surprise. “And go where?”

“I could book a room for myself,” you said, lying, which he definitely knew. You didn’t have the money for a hotel this nice. What came out next should have remained a fleeting thought but, again, the floodgates had opened: “Or I could ask to stay with Danny. He’s not with anyone.”

It didn’t evoke the reaction you’d expected, but it was probably for the better even though Sam’s actual response stung just the same: “Yeah, right. Once he knew we were fighting, he wouldn’t go anywhere near you.”

You got your pajama pants on. You didn’t know what you were doing though, but what did it matter? You knew you weren’t just being hysterical. This was real shit that Sam had spent way too long not acknowledging. “Your brothers treat me better than you do,” you remarked. That made Sam’s cheeks flare and his eyes darken. 

“If I really thought you were just some slutty groupie, you wouldn’t be in this hotel with me,” Sam said, moving in close again, not giving you any room to maneuver away or even really breathe. “You wouldn’t be coming to shows with us. I don’t know how many times I have to say that you’re with me.”

“I need to wash my face,” you told him, pushing him aside so you could get to the bathroom. You called back, “And it’s not only about saying it, Sam. You have to show me sometimes too.” Thankfully, Sam let you have your privacy in there–you washed the dried tears and flaking mascara away, polished your skin clean until you felt almost refreshed. When you came back out, Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped, hair hanging down along with his posture, almost pitiful. Almost like a sad, fallen angel with a pair of broken wings. 

“Okay, fine. I can show you,” he said, sitting up straighter, shaking his hair back. “Just tell me what you want to see.”

Whenever Sam’s softer side revealed itself, you couldn’t help feeling softer in return. Still though, you weren’t feeling ready to give in entirely. You missed how things had once been and if things kept going on their current trajectory, you were just going to be stuck on him but ultimately alone no matter how much he strung you along.

“When we met, I didn’t think it was anything other than just a fan meeting a star,” you told him, satiating some of his despondence by putting yourself in front of him, running your fingers through his hair. “Rock stars aren’t supposed to take their fans seriously. But you did. Why?” 

Sam looked up at you. “Because you took me seriously. You didn’t scream or gawk at me or anything. You just looked at me like I was real.”

“You’re shockingly real, Sam,” you said, petting his hair, running one hand down to rest between his shoulder blades. “So real that just seeing you sometimes makes me feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.”

Sam wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “Gross. Don’t say that. That’s fucked up.” He pressed his hand over your very real heart. “I don’t wanna hurt you, doll.”

You grabbed a strand of his hair and yanked it just enough to make him jolt. “So don’t hurt me.” 

He glowered at you, the hand on your waist gripping hard. “You know I hate that.”

The strand of his hair became a fistful. “Yeah, well,” you began, craning his head back. “I hate a lot of the things you do to me.” 

Sam thrashed out of your grasp and tossed you to the side, crawling over you, pushing you to the center of the bed. You wanted to laugh, but he looked so serious–of course it took a fight to get him to be the slightest bit vulnerable. But it wasn’t enough and you weren’t in the mood to fuel the fire any longer–if Sam thought he was even a little intimidating, he was wrong. When he hovered over you, the pale yellow light of the lamp on the table behind him made him glow. 

You took his face in your hands, fingertips tracing along his cheekbones down to his jaw, back up to his temples, the faintest touch against his hair. “Where’d my angel go?” you asked, the anger in your chest turning to despairing, longing desire that was never going to go away. It didn’t matter when you and Sam officially ended things–you knew it would happen–because you would always carry him in your cursed, mangled and bleeding heart.

Sam sat back on top of you, thighs around your hips. He drew an invisible halo around his head which made you smile, then held his arms out as if he was spreading invisible wings. That made you laugh, then your vision went to black as he dove down to kiss you. You gave in then, holding him close, your hands pressed against his shoulder blades where those wings would be if they were real.

The soft kisses went on until you were truly calm, body placid beneath his, just grateful to be with him no matter what had led you there. Deeper, harder kisses commenced, with Sam’s tongue sliding over yours and his hands wandering along your upper body, lingering at your breasts just long enough to make you arch your back into touch before he slid his fingers up to your collarbones, then your neck. While the press of his lips and the daring moves of his tongue continued with a sort of harshness that told you Sam was not entirely over the prior argument, his touches were so delicate. The gentleness of his hands reminded you that your angel was still there–he was capable of being sweet and kind. You just wish you saw it more. 

“I don’t know why you even bothered getting re-dressed,” Sam commented as he tugged at the hem of your t-shirt; you thought it was a little funny that he had to look at a cotton screenprint of his own face to get it off. “You don’t think I was waiting for this all day and all night?”

You let him take off your shirt but grabbed his wrists to stop him from doing anything else. “What if I’m not in the mood?” you replied. It wasn’t exactly true considering just being in Sam’s presence got you in the mood on a regular basis, and watching him perform earlier had you waiting in agony, but you were still feeling off. You couldn’t forget all his past indiscretions and you couldn’t get past what was arguably the worst one ever–being entirely left out of a celebratory night just to be made to wait up alone and ignored. 

Sam snapped one hand away from you. He hopped off your hips so he could slide that hand between your legs, fingers easily moving beneath the pants, then your underwear. “Liar,” he said, sounding a little too smug for your liking. You tensed at the sudden, naked touch. “You’re wet.” He leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours again, kissing between softly-spoken words that made you shiver: “I know how turned on you get just watching me. You see my hands on the piano and you want them all over you. You see me looking into the crowd and wish I was only looking at you.”

Those horrible feelings were growing teeth again. “I don’t like you teasing me. It just makes me feel like even more of a joke,” you said, then Sam kissed you again and those feelings had to stay gnashing away in your guts.

Sam rested his head on the bed, looking at you with those big doe eyes, features all soft and sweet again. “You’re not a joke,” he said. You kind of believed him. And your body responded to him again, actually relaxing instead of tightening up, when he started to gently massage your clit. “You’re not just some ridiculous groupie. You’re my fucking girlfriend and I’m now beginning to realize,” he said, drawing out the word and with rolling his eyes. “That I’ve been a fucking shitty boyfriend.”

Well, at least there was that. “Yeah,” you agreed in earnest. “You have been.” 

“I wanna make it up to you,” Sam said, inching closer to nibble on your ear, which made you giggle uncontrollably and attempt to push him away. But he stayed right there, rubbing your clit and licking the curve of your ear then down your neck. 

You just needed one more thing. You placed your hand on his shoulder, making him look into your eyes again. “You swear that you’re mine and only mine?”

Sam did a little X movement over his chest. “Cross my heart.” He sealed the statement with a kiss and then before you knew it, your mind was distracted by Sam’s bare body on top of yours, slathering you with kisses all the way down until he was between your legs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, eyes shut tight while Sam apparently made it his mission to make all the bullshit up to you in his own way. His own way being eating you out with more fervor than ever before–he spread his tongue all over you, licking slowly up your center to flick your clit, mouthing and slobbering until your inner thighs were wet too. He slid two fingers inside you while he bit at those, sinking his teeth into your thighs until your legs started to shake and you grabbed at his hair, not caring that he hated when you pulled on it hard. He didn’t seem to mind anymore either. He just let you tug and yank, guiding his mouth back to lap at your clit while he fingered you deep and hard. 

“Sam, oh my god, Sam.” You could hear how desperate his name sounded coming from your lips then, how the ache in your heart vocalized itself. Sam just licked and sucked harder, fingered even deeper, making you clench around him and yank his hair until it had to be stinging his scalp. 

No protesting came from him though. Sam only paused for a moment to encourage you to come all over his face, then he went right back at it. In your mind’s eye, you saw him as he was earlier–angelic, pure, seductive and moving through the world like ocean waves, like the lightest clouds in the sky–and when another wet lick radiated up your spine, the stars that had been the backdrop to him earlier in the night exploded behind your eyes. 

You were shuddering and panting, reeling from the intensity of the feelings still stuck to your ribs and the earth-shattering orgasm Sam had created to try and mitigate them. Your eyes opened in surprise when suddenly Sam was getting back on top of you, pushing inside; you grabbed his shoulders and whined. “Shit–Sam, I’m too sensitive right n–”

“Ride it out with me, Y/N,” Sam interrupted, rocking into you easily with the aid of your slick. You were left to try and catch your breath, staring at his face that mimicked expressions you’d seen earlier–the full lips, the slight slip of tongue between them, the hollowed cheeks and twitching brows. Sometimes you actually hated how beautiful Sam was. Life would be a hell of a lot easier if he wasn’t.

It would be a lot easier if he stopped teasing you every way he could too, but he didn’t. Sam started to thrust into you steadily and hard, slamming into your thighs. “Would you really share a room with Danny?” he asked and your heart flipped, leaving you motionless and in shock. But when Sam asked the next insane question, it was more curiosity that you heard, not anger, which made you even more bewildered: “Would you fuck him if he let you?”

“Sam, what the fuck?” you let out raggedly, feeling suffocated. Sam left you with that terror for another minute, fucking into you harder, one hand squeezing your breast while the other kept him propped up on the headboard.

“I’m serious,” Sam said, slowing the pace a bit, looking down at you with those perfect lips parted and cheeks all pink, sweat making his skin glow. “Would you?”

“No,” you said and it sounded like almost another whine. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and brought him down, pushing your nose through his hair, letting him pant against your shoulder. “You’re all I want, Sam. Always.” With that, Sam pushed in deeper, making you gasp. But you still had more you needed to get out: “It’s so fucking obvious and sometimes I fucking hate you for making me feel this way.” 

“You don’t hate me,” Sam said, his voice deep and rough. He brought his lips to yours, the next proclamation spoken so low that you could have missed it had he not been so close: “You just love me so much it makes you sick.”

You really hated him then. You could feel the rage in your bones. But then that flicker of the exquisite angel that had graced your existence returned in the soft, dark depths of his eyes and the gentle kiss that followed to quiet your seething soul. When you gave in again, arms loosening around his shoulders, the kiss returned with you silently beckoning for more and your hands roaming down his sides, Sam’s grunts became whines of his own. His mystical sounds echoed in your ears as they crescendoed, then his hips were stuttering and he was shaking, his mouth latching onto your throat with a dash of sharp teeth.

He stayed there the rest of the night. After all, where else was there to go? The bars had closed. The boys were all in their rooms. It was just you and Sam left in the golden light of that single lamp that had been left on and he fell into a dead sleep you envied. You were left to lie there next to him, staring through the window until the sun began to creep up past the horizon, all bright orange and purple, a stark contrast that suddenly made no sense in your mind. Many things didn’t make sense. But you hated that Sam had been right earlier–you did love him so much it made you sick and your weeping heart had to find a way to deal with that before it really was ripped right out of your chest.

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[readyforthegarden]

If there is anything I will put in my fics that tells you I am fully self-indulgent it is my love of mushrooms. Reader insert? Don’t care you like mushrooms now in the fantasy realm where you date a member of gvf.

[hopefullyitsextensivebule]

Would love to see an fic take on interracial relationships!! As a biracial (black and white) fan of gvf most fics reference female white women when talking about the reader’s body and such. It’d be refreshing to see some diversity!

I'm planning on doing something like that for sure.

I plan on using an OC rather than a self-insert because you are right. There is a scarcity of BIPOC fics that I can't really find here. Everyone deserves to be represented! I'm also a person of color, so I can only talk about my experience of the now, but I can't fathom what it would be like back in the 70s/80s or even 90s/00s to face prejudices. Greta Van Fleet has created music for ALL people: White, Black, and Brown of cultures, backgrounds, and now queer identities

[luckygirldiary]

hey folks! you actually DO as a writer have a responsibility to your readers to not write triggering shit! to not write a homophobic reader insert when the singer of the band you’re writing about is queer! to not write sex that rings as sexual harassment and assault! you do have a responsibility to not write that shit! and you know what? when you get told that someone who has lived through homophobia and SA/SH found it triggering? you need to take a step back and reassess your work.

and to blow up, get defensive, hostile, aggressive, angry? you’re the problem here. and i hope you seek help. but don’t let the door hit you on the way out honey.

sweet angel who sent that anon to who we all know i’m talking about, you are VALID in your feelings. you were RIGHT to call her out. do not let anyone in this bullshit community tell you that you were wrong in your feelings. you’ve lived through something devastating and to feel those feelings all over again? i’m sorry that you were put through that. and i’m sorry that people prefer to coddle the villain than to reassure you. i am always here for you. i love you and you’re valid. i’m tagging this in hopes that you haven’t been dissuaded from this fandom and you see it.

and you know what actually?

hey @lightmylove-gvf ? you’re a moron. and i’ll tell you to your face if you decide to get over your hissy fit and show ur homophobic face back on this platform.

my anons, messages, and askbox are open. but y’all can argue with the wall.

y’all are crazy y’all are so freaking insane you blow me away every single day with your bullshit.

[thisismyhell]

Height Difference

Summary: Growing up with the boys, and then growing taller than them. But, Josh doesn’t seem to be bothered by you being so much taller, maybe he’s actually supper into it?

Warnings: SMUT, minors dni, squirting, fingering, oral (f receiving), no protection (wrap before you tap), sub/dom

Growing up with the boys certainly had its perks. You got to grow alongside them, watching each other hit different milestones. You remember when you were all hitting *that* age, within a few years of each other. Hitting puberty when your main friend group was all boys was certainly daunting. But at least you were all going through it together. As the boys’ voices got deeper, you began to find your footing too. It was painfully obvious that you were outgrowing them, literally. You stood a good few inches taller than the twins and Sam, beginning to see Danny at eye level. At first you were a bit nervous and insecure about it, but when they didn’t start being weird about it and treated you exactly the same, your insecurities melted away. They were your boys and you secretly loved it when people assumed you were older than them. 

As you all got older, you were used to saying goodbye every once in a while when they were on tour. But, you were really starting to miss them. You decided to book a flight to go out and surprise them at their next show. 

You were so excited to see your boys perform. The lighting, the fans, everything was perfect. You were pressed up against the barricade and you were thrilled to have a perfect view of centrestage. 

The concert was in full swing, and you could not take your eyes off your best friends. Dancing along to every song, belting your heart out the entire time. Highway Tune had just started, and you set your eyes straight on Josh. You were obsessed with the way this man could sing, and his scream in the beginning always made your brain tingle. 

It wasn’t long until Josh spotted you almost immediately in front of him, and you caught him doing a double take to make sure he really was seeing you. You both beamed at each other. After the song you saw Josh go over to the other boys and gesture to where you were in the crowd, seeing them all wave at you before they continued their set. 

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Making your way behind the venue, you were greeted by Jake tackling you with a bear hug. You had to slightly bend down to hug the guy, but it made you feel safe nonetheless. He led you back to the dressing room where the rest of the boys were, and they all managed to hug you at the same time. “Y/n!!! You didn’t tell us you were coming tonight!?”, “yeah Sam, that was the whole surprise!” You were too busy laughing along with them to notice Josh’s grasp on your hip as you were all catching up. He had been the last to squeeze in a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and he refused to leave your side. 

You were all crammed into a booth in the bar across from the hotel. You were sitting snug between Josh and Danny. Danny was easy to talk with, and the more often you turned to him, you noticed Josh would try and change the subject so that you would have your head in his direction. Josh loved having your eyes on him, no matter what was being talked about. It could be the most boring topic, but if you had your head turned around and were paying attention to him, he was happy. Of course you were oblivious to this, but Jake loved bothering him about it. 

You were in the middle of talking to Jake directly, when you felt Josh’s hand lightly rubbing your knee. You didn’t think much of it, but when Sam chimed into the conversation that Josh couldn’t easily insert himself into, you felt his grasp get stronger. The conversation changed, and you looked over to Josh who just innocently smiled at you. 

His big goofy smile drove you wild. You felt special knowing you get to see it up close like this. With the other boys playing darts, you put your elbow on the table so you could turn all the way over to Josh. “Honestly y/n, I am so thrilled you flew out just to see us..” you smiled, “Joshy, of course. I missed my boys too much to wait for your tour to end”. 

At the pet name, Josh developed the biggest heart eyes. He excused himself a bit awkwardly to run to the bathroom, and the other boys came back to sit with you. Sam had a weird grin on his face, “so…..how is Josh, sorry- Joshyyyy?”. You laughed, “oh god, did you hear me call him that?”. “Y/n, I think the whole bar heard you giggling over ‘Joshy’” Jake laughed. You almost cringed, but Josh had come back and you didn’t want to give yourself away. 

As the night was dwindling, you all decided to have a nightcap in the hotel. Thankfully you managed to score a room on the same floor as them, so you wouldn’t have far to go when the night came to an end. The boys had a huge room, a couple king sized beds and a sitting area. You were sitting on the floor with Sam as Danny and Jake were on the couch, and Josh came back with a drink for you. “Cheers to y/n, for making a good concert, into a great night”, Josh smiled at you and everyone clinked their drinks together. 

Josh was walking you to your hotel room down the hall, and the two of you were lingering in your doorway. “Thanks again for coming, love”. Josh had his big puppy dog eyes on again, looking at you like you were the entire world. You hesitated, wanting to wear your intentions on your sleeve, “I’ll always come for you, Joshy”. He was staring at your doe eyes looking down at his lips as they muttered, “tell me to stop, mama-”, but he stopped hesitating when you pulled him into your room by the collar of his baggy sweater. He pushed the door closed behind him, and he let you push him against it. He wasn’t expecting you to make the first move and he was sighing as you kept pushing into him. Finally after what felt like ages, you pulled him up onto your lips, letting him melt into you. You remembered how in your youth this would have embarrassed you, being so much taller than the boy you were making out with. But you were grown up and more confident, and you couldn’t help but notice that Josh was super into the height difference. 

“Oh Joshy… I’ve wanted you for so long”. You were nipping his neck and you felt his breath hitch. “You have me mama… I’m all yours”. You walked him back to your bed and he sat at the end. You kneeled down in front of him so you were at eye level with him, “are you okay with this, Joshy?” His eyes were blown out and he couldn’t stop looking at you, “y/n, like I said.. You have all of me. You can do no wrong to me, mama, do your worst”. You smirked at him and the two of you undressed. Switching spots, you sat on the edge of the bed as he kneeled before you. “Joshy, I need you. I need you so bad, baby”. “I love when you call me that, only you get to call me that”, he mumbles as he kisses all the way down your leg and back up the other. He left small bites on your legs, and you were squirming when he got to your upper thighs. You reached up and grabbed his curls in your hand, and he gasped. “You are a sweetheart to be so gentle with me, but right now I really need more..”, he nodded and let you move his head between your thighs, starting to devour you. He got the message when you started using your hand in his hair like he was a puppet, letting you move him around and apply more pressure. You were a moaning mess, almost falling off the bed into his lap. “Joshy…Joshy I’m so close baby…”, he added 2 fingers into you and curled them in the perfect way, trying to get you to cum all over his face. With a few more deep breaths, you did just that, and you let Josh come up for air. He was kissing your thighs and stomach as you came down, leaving traces of yourself over your skin. He crawled up your tall body to kiss you and you tasted yourself. You moaned into each other's mouths and you could feel how hard he was against you. You felt him reach down to touch himself, and you caught his wrist with one hand, and put your other hand around his throat. “I didn’t say you could do that, Joshy”, you squeezed lightly against his throat, and moved your other hand so you were grasping him. Reading your mind, he began to thrust into your hand while you choked him. “You're such a good boy for me Joshy..does this feel good, baby?” He gingerly nodded and you loosened your grip. As soon as his mouth opened into a moan, you pulled your hand away and flipped the two of you over so you were straddling him. 

“Mama..please”, you began kissing down his body, reaching over for your bra on the floor. Josh let you take his wrists into your hand, and before he could fight back you managed to tie them together with your bra. You straddled him, and started to grind on his dick without putting him inside you. He was whining and it turned you on even more. This big rockstar tied to your bed, whining your name, begging you to keep touching him. You got up, and his eyes shot open watching you walk across the room. “Close your eyes Joshy, don’t worry”. “Okay mama.. I trust you. Please just come back and keep touching me..” You came back to bed and straddled his chest. 

“Joshy, can I sit on your face?”, he nodded between your thighs. “I don’t know baby.. You might enjoy that too much”. Josh had a questioning face, and he watched you pull your vibrator out from behind you. You reached over and put one hand behind you on his hip, while the other turned on your device. Turning it on, you kept your eyes on Josh’s as you began to grind right above him. Moaning above him you almost missed him sighing “y/n baby… you look so good baby. You look so beautiful on top of me. I want you to cum again for me baby..”

“You want me to cum for you Joshy?

“Please mama… please cum on top of me.. I wanna see you cum all over me baby..”

You started speeding up, grinding faster and faster on top of your vibrator as Josh talked you through it. 

“Joshy! Joshy I’m gonna…Joshy I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” 

You let yourself go as you squirted on Josh’s chest, holding eye contact with him as you came down. You threw your vibrator on the ground, untying Josh’s restraints as you fell beside him. He curled into you, kissing and sucking your chest and leaving marks. “You did so well y/n, thank you baby..” You were kissing each other and grinding, and it wasn’t soon until your pussy was wet against his thigh again. “So fast mama.. Let me take care of you”. You let him get on top this time, and watched him reach his hand down to feel you. “Y/n baby.. You just came all over me and you’re this wet again? You are such a slut for me..” You rolled your eyes at him, “Just for you Joshy.. Why don’t you do something about it?” 

It was Josh’s turn to hold your hands above your head, pinning you down. He used his other hand to go between your legs, feeling how wet you were for him. “You know, you’ve cum twice now. If I was to be mean, I could just edge you over and over until I’m done with you”. You began to struggle against him, “But lucky for you, y/n, I love watching you cum too much to stop you”. He quickened his pace fingering you, adding a third and watching you moan his name underneath him. You were a mess, tears coming down your cheeks and Josh fucked you with his fingers. Suddenly he pulled away, and put his fingers into your mouth. You moaned around him, and he thrust himself into you at the same time. 

Josh let go of you for a second to readjust, and you took the opportunity to roll yourself over, putting you on top. He looked up at you with his heart eyes, and you put your hand around his throat as you leaned down to kiss him. Once you pulled away you began to ride him in earnest, watching his eyes go wide. 

“Should I make you cum for me, Joshy? Even after that stunt you pulled?”

“Please y/n, you’re driving me crazy here baby..”

You fucked him harder, almost letting his dick fall out before riding him harder and harder, watching the sweat drip from his brow. 

“I don’t know Joshy, you haven’t been behaving..” 

You squeezed his cheeks so his mouth opened, and you spat into his mouth. His eyes went wide and he moaned even louder, if that was possible. 

“Y/n…baby….baby, fuck…I’m gonna cum y/v, fuck!”

“Joshy!”

As you came you leaned your chest over his face, smothering him with your tits as you squeezed around his dick. He bit your tits, and you felt him finish inside of you as he fucked up into you slowly. You leaned back, brushing his hair away from his face and kissed him. 

____

A knock at the door startled you, pulling you from spooning Josh in your bed. Wearing his shirt, you opened the door to find Jake, Danny and Sam all staring at you. 

“Hey y/n… we were all gonna go break into the pool.. But maybe you’re busy?”

From behind you you felt Josh come to the door. He was in his boxers and had your makeup smeared on your face, and his hair had obviously been pulled around. He made eye contact with his friend, and then slammed the door shut on them. He took your hand in his and walked you back to the bed, and you fell asleep with him curled around you.

[nicole-lynne]

White Chocolate Glaze

This was a request from the lovely @starshinekiszka​ for some smutty valentine’s day fun. It’s not very long but I still hope you enjoy it! 

Please like and reblog! Also, please follow my blog for some fun :) 

Warnings: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to block out the sun that was streaming through the windows. Lazily, you reached your hand out to search for the body laying next to you but your hand fell on cold sheets. You peeked an eye open to find the bedroom empty with crumple sheets on Jake’s side. 

Faintly, you could hear the sound of clinking dishes in the kitchen and the smell of syrup was wafting to your nose. You could only imagine the mess that was getting made in the kitchen but you didn’t really care today. 

Today was Valentine’s Day. Your first Valentine’s together as a couple. A huge smile started to grow on your face thinking about these past few months together. 

It still felt unreal that you were lucky enough to be dating Jake after all this time. After years of secretly crushing on the guitarist, he’d surprised you by asking you out on a date, and it had been one of the best nights of your life. Months later, you two were head over heels for each other, still in that honeymoon phase of love and it felt amazing.

With a content sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed reluctantly and stretched your body, trying to push the sleepiness away. You grabbed one of Jake’s discarded shirts off of the floor and pulled it over your head, the edge falling just over your underwear. You pulled the shirt over your nose and inhaled the faint scent of smoke and cologne - your favorite smell - before going off in search of your guy. 

You could see Jake in the small kitchen as you turned the corner, mixing up something with his back to you. You leaned against the door frame, enjoying the view of his bare back, the muscles tensing and untensing, and only a pair of red boxer briefs hugging his ass perfectly. 

“It’s not very polite to stare, ya know.” His voice snapped you back to reality and you couldn’t hide your embarrassed smile.

“Well it’s not very polite to look so good first thing in the morning, so I guess we’re even.” You quipped. 

Jake glanced over his shoulder at you and shot you a quick wink. “I think my view is even better. You look so sexy in my shirt, your hair all messed up from last night, and those marks on your neck peeking out.” 

You rubbed your thighs together at the thought of the three intense orgasms he’d given you during the movie last night. It had started out as an innocent night in but had turned into you begging and pleading for him to let you cum. 

“Come here, baby.” His voice was enchanting. You peeled yourself off of the door frame and walked towards him. Jake pulled you in close to him and wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his chest, his warmth radiating through your body. 

“What are you making me? It smells absolutely divine.” 

“Red velvet pancakes with a white chocolate glaze.” Jake reached forward, dipped his finger into the melted chocolate and lifted it to your lips. 

You wrapped your lips around his finger and your tongue licked around it to clean the chocolate off. Your eyes closed and you kept on sucking lightly, the feeling of Jake’s hardness on your lower back urging you on.

Slowly, he pulled his finger out of your mouth and dragged it down your bottom lip. 

“You look so pretty when you do that, baby,” his lips brushing against your ear, “I’ll never get enough of you.” 

“I know something you’ll like even more then.” You said huskily. 

You turned around in his arms, your eyes finally connecting with his brown ones, darkened with lust. A pulse of excitement went through you and you dropped to your knees in front of him. Immediately, Jake’s hand tangled into your hair and pulled it back out of your face. He loved being able to see your whole face while you were doing this. 

You leaned forward and placed small kisses across his lean stomach, taking this moment to tease him. Your nose dipped down at the hem of his underwear, your lips brushing against his bulge through the fabric. Then you started the whole process again.  

“Stop being such a little tease, baby.” He grunted. You paused to look up at him, an eyebrow raised. “Please, you’re driving me crazy.” 

You trailed your hands up his thighs at a ridiculous pace, finally hooking your fingers into his underwear and pulled them down agonizingly slow, his erection springing forward proudly. Jake tightened his grip on your hair instinctually and tugged your head forward.

Softly, you kissed at the base over and over, avoiding his dick the whole time. 

“This is payback for last night, isn’t it?” He sighed pathetically. 

At the same moment, you licked along his slit, tasting the precum that was there. Jake let out a half-relieved moan. You licked again and again, swirling your tongue around the head until you sufficiently worked him up.

You looked up and met Jake’s eyes, giving him a devilish grin, you took his dick into your mouth as far as you could. A deep moan escaped his lips and he leaned back against the counter, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Oh god, baby,” you pressed your tongue against the thick vein that ran under his shaft, “that feels so fucking good.” 

Reaching up, you wrapped your fingers around the part of his dick that couldn’t fit in your mouth and started pumping him in sync with your mouth, using your saliva as lubricant. You bobbed your head up and down, dragging gutted groans from him. With your other hand, you cupped his balls and moved them around in your hand. 

You watched him joyfully as you sucked, loving that he was already this wrecked for you. His lips were parted in pleasure, tiny moans slipping out with every move of your mouth and tongue. 

The sounds that were coming from him were the sexiest things you’d ever heard and they were shooting through you with pure desire. You shifted on your knees, trying to get even a little bit of friction but nothing was satisfying you. 

You dropped a hand down to your underwear, needing so desperately to relieve the pressure between your legs. 

“Don’t touch yourself baby, I’m the only one allowed to touch you there.” 

You moaned around his dick at the tenor of his voice, sending vibrations through him and you felt his knees wobble. You moved your tongue against the ridge of his head and pushed forward, relaxing your jaw as his dick moved down your throat. 

Jake’s breath was heavy and he began to unconsciously thrust into your mouth. “Baby you feel so good around my cock, your pretty mouth takes me so good.” 

God he was intoxicating to you. The dirty words he was saying were like drugs to you. 

“Shit, you gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” You pulled backwards, your lips popping off the head and continued to stroke him with your hand. “You should stop if you want me to last.” 

Jake tucked his hands under your arms and pulled you up off the floor. You slipped your arms over his shoulders and tangled your hands in his long hair. You smiled at him sweetly, his eyes shining as he looked down into your face. The feeling of love for this gorgeous man was overwhelming to you. 

He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek, and stroked his thumb across your bottom lip. “How did I get so lucky to have you? I promise, I will cherish you forever.” 

You tilted your head and pressed your lips to his gently. A soft kiss in the middle of all the heat to show that you wanted him every day until the end of time. That you would stay in this moment with him forever, the two of you standing in your tiny kitchen, showing how much you loved each other. 

Stepping back, Jake tugged your shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor, his eyes glued to your chest. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His fingers ghosted over your nipples and they hardened instantly, ready for his attention. 

He snaked his arms around your waist and tugged you closer to him, your chest pressed to his and you could feel his heart beating hard against you. Slowly, he turned you both around so your back was firmly against the counter. You watched him with anticipation for what he was going to do next. 

He bent down so his eyes were level with yours, a cocky gleam in his eye. Suddenly, he was kissing you with a feverish passion, his tongue swiping your lip and you opened your mouth to him, letting his tongue mesh against yours. 

His hands traveled down your body, taking small moments to grope at your breasts, twisting your nipples playfully, before he gripped the back of your thighs and raised you onto the counter. Your thighs automatically fell open and he moved in between your legs. 

You whimpered as he pushed his rock hard dick against your clit through your underwear. “Jake, you feel so good, I want you in me.” 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He moved his hand in between your bodies and pulled your underwear to the side, running his fingers through your folds. “You’re so wet for me already like a good little girl.” 

You nodded frantically, the feeling of being touched where you’d needed it was breathtaking. Jake pressed a kiss your the side of your neck, then moved down and started sucking on the sensitive spot at the base of your throat. His fingers were circling your clit and teasing at your entrance. 

“You want my cock, baby girl?” He asked, his voice laced with craving. 

“Yes, please, Jake.” 

He hooked his fingers into your underwear and yanked them down, letting you kick them off and you wrapped your legs around his body. Jake guided his dick up and down against you, teasing your clit with the head. You buried your head into his neck, kissing his skin over and over again. 

With one more move, he pushed inside of you and you let out a moan of delight. Each ridge was rubbing against your walls and it was the most euphoric thing you’d ever felt. Jake was grunting as he finally bottomed out, the head bumping against your cervix.

You clung onto him as he took his time thrusting into you, dragging his dick out slowly and then thrusting into you again. The pace was agonizing and delicious at the same time. Sweat was covering your bodies, making you both slide together with each little touch. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Jake grabbed your ass and pulled you closer, making his thrusts deeper each time. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” You nipped his earlobe playfully and started tightening yourself around him. You laughed a little as he groaned at the intensity. All that could be heard was the wanton moans and skin slapping against skin. 

Jake positioned himself backwards and dropped his hand back down to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb and gently pinching it occasionally. “I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.” Pleasure was shooting through you like little pin pricks as he touched you and the head repeatedly bumped against your g-spot.

You shot your hands out backwards, one of your hands landing in the melted chocolate but you didn’t care. Nothing could distract you from the mind-blowing satisfaction you were chasing now. An orgasm was so close, you could fill it building in your stomach. 

“I’m so close, Jake, I’m gonna cum. Please, please, let me cum.” 

Jake bent forward in determination and started licking your nipple, his hair tickling your skin. “Yes, baby, I want to feel that sweet pussy cum all over my dick.” 

You closed your eyes and focused on every pump into your pussy, every flick against your nub. His dick was throbbing inside you and when he stopped sucking, you knew he was close. 

There was one more twist around your clit at the same time that he hit your g-spot and the coil in your stomach released. You screamed his name as you pulsed around his cock as he kept driving into you, helping you ride your high. You lifted your body up and hugged him close to you, encouraging him to focus on himself. 

Your pussy tightened around him and his thrusts began to stagger. “Come on baby, let go for me. You feel so fucking good in me, Jake.” 

At the sound of your voice in his ear, he gave one final pump and he tensed up, shooting his cum into you, each throb of his dick giving you a tiny wave of pleasure. 

Jake relaxed his body against yours as he tried to catch his breath. You gently pushed his hair back out of his face with one hand, trying to avoid getting more chocolate all over the place. 

After a few moments, he looked between you and the chocolate with a cheeky grin. “You know, we do have spoons if you wanted to taste that.” 

“Shush, I was a little distracted.” 

“Yeah, by my huge dick.” He chuckled. You reached up and plopped some chocolate onto his nose. He stared back at you in surprise and you could help but giggle at the fact that you’d rendered him speechless. 

“You want it that way, you little troublemaker?” Jake growled mischievously. That could only mean one thing. With a little squeal, you jumped off the counter and made a break for the door just as a huge glob of chocolate smacked you in the side of the neck. 

You whirled around and grabbed the closest thing you could find, a bottle of syrup, and squirted it straight at Jake. Clearly the new tradition would be sex and breakfast food wars on every Valentine’s day.

[s0livagant]

Are their any GVF fics that are just good ole OT4 friendship fics in canon. Those are my favorites

Oooooh none that I can recall off the top of my head??? Does anyone know of some??

[gretavanfleetposts]

I do feel like everyone has been tagged at this point so I'll just say, anyone who wants to do it, should do it! And a huge thank you to @lvnterninthenight for tagging me and being so supportive of my work 🖤

I think it might be fun to look back on what we’ve all achieved this year, let you give yourselves a well deserved pat on the back and also share what you love. When you’re done maybe tag someone else so they can share too!

1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?

I think 2022 has gone really well in terms of writing! At the end of the summer I was ready to be done but then I got my second wind and I feel like it's been going well.

2. What piece are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.

Valence! Specifically chapter four and chapter seven (currently being written) but I feel like I'm even more excited for the last few chapters of the series.

3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!

Valence again! Haha I think just in general it's been really new for me and very different from my usual stuff but I'm really proud of it and I do really like it 🤷‍♀️

4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?

Probably won't come before the end of the year but a little Danny/Sammy/Reader action that is more like my usual filth.

5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?

None at all because that never goes well so we'll just see where the wind takes me.

6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you’re tempted to expand on or revisit next year?

Indecent Proposal is always looming in the back of my mind but I also like exploring new ideas so we'll see.

7. Is there anything new you’re tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?

I'm really enjoying writing Valence specifically because it's so far removed from reality that I feel like I have a lot more freedom. I'd love to do something like that again, if an idea strikes.

8. Now to hype some other writers! What’s a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?

What I keep going back to is A Friendly Favor by @gretavandutchy specifically chapter three. I honestly can't even put into words how reading that chapter for the first time made me feel and nothing has quite made me feel the same since, it was masterfully written.

9. And how about something you’ve read more recently?

I admittedly haven't been reading much lately BUT touch by @daisyful-gvfl absolutely blew me away. Anything by @gretasmokerising and @hyperfixated-gvf and @earthlysorrows too although I have some serious catching up to do on all of their masterlists. Nice to always know that I'll love whatever they write though.

10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?

A Trip Down Memory Lane by @tlexx 1000%. I wouldn't even change the story, I just want to be the reader. It was the first fic (or first two fics?) I fell in love with here and they'll always hold a special place in my heart.

[welightthefire]

Thank you for tagging me @streamingcolors-gvf 😘

I think it might be fun to look back on what we’ve all achieved this year, let you give yourselves a well deserved pat on the back and also share what you love. When you’re done maybe tag someone else so they can share too?

1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?

Ohh boy. I feel like in the beginning of the year, I hit the ground running. I had a lot of ideas and motivation, passion even, and was putting out my best work. Throughout the summer, mostly near the end, I started to lose steam and imagination and that’s something I’m struggling to navigate through right now. I’m hoping 2023 brings a refreshing bit of inspiration that I can really work with.

2. What pieces are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.

Table For Two, without a shadow of a doubt. It was an idea that I came up with last November and sat on for quite awhile. I knew it was going to be a huge project and I wanted to collaborate with someone on it. I’m not the most sociable on here, so I mostly just posted my other writings for awhile and then the most beautiful soul showed up outta nowhere in April and not only did she quickly become one of my absolute best friends, she became the best co-author I could ever ask for to help me bring this idea to fruition.

3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!

Again, Table For Two. I have so much love for the group of readers following along in the adventures of the twins and Syd (and poor Sam), but it’s something that I am so incredibly proud of that I simply want everyone to read it.

4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?

You’ll definitely get an update or two from @allieboop and I for TFT, maybe even the end of the series!! I’m also working on a Danny x reader blurb that will be out in the next week or so and a little secret something else, but I can’t say much of anything about it. 🤫

5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?

I’m hoping to build my masterlist more. I have some works already in progress which you’ll see on the pinned post on my page, however they won’t be posted until late-winter/spring.

6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you're tempted to expand on or revisit next year?

Teach Me Tonight will be getting a part two once TFT is wrapped up and I get some of these other works out. There are some other things floating up in the air, but we’ll just have to see how things turn out first.

7. Is there anything new you're tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?

I would really love to try my hand at an enemies to lovers trope!! I’m such a sucker for angst when it comes to reading, however, I do find myself struggling to write it sometimes. I have such a fluffy soul lol

8. Now to hype some other writers! What's a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?

Amongst The Stars by @samkiszkasfacialhair hands down. It was posted on my birthday this year and to this day, it is the most gut-wrenching piece yet stands as my favorite thing I’ve ever read on this hellsite.

9. And how about something you've read more recently?

Pink Lemonade (WIP) by @garbagevanfleet

Ego (all 3 Parts) by @allieboop

Seven (WIP) by @stardustchordssammy

The Number One Rule by @streamingcolors-gvf and @allieboop

10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?

Boys of Summer (WIP) by @streamingcolors-gvf

My girl is in the process of writing a slow burn and confusing the hell out of me and I have NO IDEA what’s going on rn or what to expect, but I can tell you (and she knows this) that I would end up with Jake 😌

Tagging @samkiszkasfacialhair, @stardustbarbarians, and @mintysammykiszka (apologies if you’ve already been tagged)

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

Happy pride month! In general of course but this is justa quick reminder to the GVF fandom, not everyone in the fanbase are cis white straight women. A lot of them are, yes, but that doesn't mean that other people should be forgotten about. Im mostly talking about the immense language of "*insert name here* girls/girlies" or fics only being with a female reader (i dont read x reader fics but a lot of people do so its still worth mentioning). You may not think about it a lot but when you do something more gender inclusive it feels really good to people here who are not women.

[leviathanlazarus]

Reaching for Stardust - Part I

Read Looking for Space here.

Listen to the LFS playlist / RFS playlist (all fic playlists get updated even to this day!!)

Word Count: ~3300

Warnings: none

A/N: Y'all...I'm so happy to be here, immersed in this new series. I began writing this back in April after I, seemingly out of thin air, came up with a foundation that seemed solid enough to even attempt writing a sequel to my beloved LFS. Ever since I finished that fic, I thought that one day, I might return for more. I have a very hard time letting any series go and LFS was truly a momentous project in my life--the fact that so many people have read it and continue to read it brings me so much joy, I can't even tell you.

Having been a fan of GVF for about five years now, I do feel a lot of sentimentality and nostalgia surrounding the band, the music and definitely my own fics, too, particularly all my series. I can still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I was mapping out certain pieces of them in my mind. I felt a huge rush of nostalgia recently when I revisited my city's planetarium for a star show, which was a huge source of inspiration for LFS, and I realized that it was literally this same month, August, in 2019 that I was just finishing up the first 8 chapters of LFS, not even planning on making it a 30-something part series (LOL!). You'll see, if you read, that some of these feelings find their way into RFS. This isn't because it's a self-insert fic, rather that's inspired by how much this fandom has seen, experienced and grown over the years. I imagine my friends and readers who were back there in the pre-pandemic GVF era can relate to some level of nostalgia. A big theme in RFS is change. I think we all can absolutely relate to that, too. One thing remains the same though--this is a love story, through and through.

This probably seems like major overkill to introduce fan fiction but this is how I feel. Many of my old GVF friends have moved on in some way or another and I've often felt alone the past few years with still being so tethered to this group of beautiful, silly, fascinating boys that spark so much joy and fantasy for all of us. So, as always, thank you so, so much for reading my fics. I really hope you enjoy

P.S. I am cross-posting to wattpad (comments bring me life!)

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I was getting lost in the pictures of Alaska–deep, shiny blue water, towering, white-capped mountains, a vivid stream of neon green in the Aurora Borealis, lush green forests. Even enormous, graceful whales surfacing, their tails nearly popping out of my screen as I unconsciously leaned in closer, hovering over my desk. I blinked hard as I turned my attention to the next picture that had been emailed over to me–a huge white ship, lined with windows that seemed endless–and huffed, shifting in my squeaky second-hand office chair. I didn’t even have a true desire to go on a cruise or even go to Alaska, but the neverending research into foreign lands nagged at me, reminded me that it felt like a very a long time since I’d been anywhere new. At least not anywhere exciting, really. 

I grabbed my phone and opened the gallery to scroll through the last trip Josh and I had been on. It’d been a long weekend about nine months prior, which reminded me that it wasn’t all that long ago at all but it still felt like ages since returning to the normalcy of day to day life. It had been a gorgeous summer excursion where we’d had a comfortable, clean hotel room, a warm pool and three nights out all to ourselves, and I found myself yearning for that freedom and escapism again. Plus the sunshine and heat. Michigan winters persisted, long and brutal, and we hadn’t broken through into any real spring weather until just the past week, which had at least given Sam a nice birthday. Josh and Jakes’ birthday was coming up fast. I thought it’d be nice to do something for them, with all of us–go somewhere for real again, all four of us, run amok in a hotel or airbnb. Or just have a nice dinner together followed by bar-hopping. Whatever the twins wanted, really. 

The picture I’d secretly snapped of Josh in our hotel room wandering out of the bathroom completely naked save for a towel twirled around his head came up after a dual selfie of us at the pool and I laughed loudly to myself, throwing my hand to my mouth. I’d nearly forgotten about so many of the little moments. It was so easy to forget when time kept slipping by like the wind, each good moment gone in the blink of an eye and each bad moment suspended in the air until something else came along, and the minutes turned to days and the days turned to weeks and months and before I even knew it, years had gone by and it felt like nothing and everything had changed all at once. 

Next I scrolled to a picture of the best breakfast I’d ever had, this amazing brie-stuffed French toast with a warm berry compote and housemade whipped cream, then the picture of Josh’s breakfast, which had been a skillet full of chorizo, bell peppers, eggs and queso that he’d deemed to be “orgasmic.” My stomach clenched in response and I looked at my phone clock, suddenly eager for dinner once again. My hours were almost up with 5 p.m. creeping on me and my mind turned its attention to Josh and I’s relatively new Friday night ritual–binging on Chinese and watching the most obscure, nonsensical horror movie we could find. With that, I swiveled around to stretch my legs in the sun through the window and pulled up the menu on my phone, trading pictures of Alaskan mountains for pictures of fried dumplings and greasy lo mein; a few seconds later, a very appropriate text popped up:

Hey mama, I’m gonna be a little late tonight. Want me to pick up dinner on the way home?

Yes please. What’s your ETA?

8ish? What’s on the menu tonight?

I’m gonna do the orange chicken and an egg roll. Wanna share some crab rangoon?

yes I do. What about dumplings?

obviously! 

;) see you soon 

I’d need something to hold myself over until Josh got home, though I was glad to have this part of our routine to look forward to. Stability was important and even Josh had come to understand that more and more. I turned my attention back to Alaska, mulling over the images and cycling through words in my head that I could bring to the page and entice people with, as if cruises needed more promotional materials and marketing to bring in profit. They were relatively cheap, all-inclusive and easy for people to handle and reminding myself of this made me bitter all over again–why couldn’t my company make one of their perks a free trip for employees once a year? I didn’t know their exact state of finances but I bet it could be done. They just didn’t want to. And the irony was that they didn’t pay most of their employees enough to take extravagant trips of their own.

Whatever. There were other, more important things I told myself, getting up to stretch and find something from the fridge or snack cupboard. In 32 more minutes I could clock out and put these wild places out of my head for a bit–the weather called for a long walk somewhere.

It was the nicest day we’d had so far, which I fully realized once I was driving and headed out to a familiar, easy forest trail Josh and I often did together on the weekends. But we had a busy weekend coming up, actually. We desperately needed to stock up on groceries–my most recent find of an old packet of peanuts as my last snack was testament to that–and then the boys had a show at Waterstreet. Sunday wouldn’t be as fun–my sister was repainting the entire interior of her new house and had somehow roped Josh and I into helping, in part because we were just that nice, according to Josh anyway, and also because she let each of us pick one color for one room each. Josh had chosen a shade of dusky desert red for the den and I’d chosen something called “spring morning,” a pale lilac, for the powder room, which seemed pretty fitting for the time of year she was making these renovations. 

The trail was bustling, which I wasn’t surprised by, and much of my walk was spent nodding and smiling to other people passing by. The break in weather was infectious for all of us in the area–everyone seemed to be in better moods finally, myself included even despite the gripes I had with work and money and everything else. Sometimes it felt like just yesterday that Josh and I were lying on our backs in the deep black night, gazing up at infinite stars and trying to come up with material for that poetry class that had been the catalyst to bring us together. The warm sun above me while I continued down the dirt path also reminded me of days past, of the first hike Josh and I ever had together when we both stripped down to our feelings, laughed, kissed through sweat, and had decided that was it. We’d made a lot of decisions over the years, so many that I felt like I hadn’t even noticed some of them, but I’d never decided to let fog cloud my memories. I hated that it happened regardless. And sometimes I absolutely hated what changes all the decisions had led to. I wanted to go back in time every once in a while to relive those moments and those days and it made my heart ache to know I couldn’t. Josh would assure me that the future would be just as good–and sometimes even better–than what those memories had to offer. 

And he was often right. Life was good, and I reminded myself of that as I narrowly avoided tripping over an obtuse rock sticking out of the dirt, it was just more challenging now. There was no school to fall back on–I hadn’t realized how much of a safety net that had really been at the time–and less free time. There were more financial worries. More pressures in life. But if nothing else, I had the best people in my life possible; if nothing else, Josh and I were rock solid. He didn’t let a week go by without reminding me that we were soulmates and I agreed wholeheartedly–no matter what might happen, we’d have each other. 

After my walk, I thought about running our necessary errands on my own but ultimately decided that’d be a deviation in routine I didn’t want to make. Josh was the best person to go grocery shopping with, being surprisingly focused and deliberate in his choices. He also was the best at picking out produce, somehow always able to discern which fruit was just the right amount of ripe, and he was good at finding the best deals. He was the coupon cutter, which always made me laugh, and I was the one who followed instinct more than the list we mutually made the day before. I would get caught up in being frivolous, more often than not tossing special treats into the cart that I couldn’t excuse beyond something like, “Come on, you like them too” to which Josh would agree with his cheeky little grin. 

And that same grin was on his face later that night when he came home with the bag bursting with Chinese takeout. His voice and the smell of soy sauce and that syrupy orange stuff made me hop up from the couch, excited for all the things, but mostly him.

Josh gave a little groan as he headed into the kitchen, his backpack still over his shoulders while he carried the white plastic bag in his right hand and his keys in his left. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, shuffling and rustling all the way out of my sight. “Stephanie needed extra time–she’s having trouble with the new cameras. And to be fair, they do have a steep learning curve. You remember how much trouble I had with them last week?” 

I followed him in, taking the bag out of his hand so he could zip back out and discard his keys and backpack. “Which one is Stephanie again? The one who’s obsessed with ‘film noir?’” 

Josh chuckled from beyond the walls before appearing again, pink-cheeked and smiling. “Yeah, that’s her. And that’s another thing–I’m gonna have to review how these cameras even film in black and white because for the life of me I can’t remember right now.” 

“Does she have any movie recs?” I asked as I opened a cupboard to get plates. “We gotta figure out what we’re watching tonight.”

“What about Night of the Reaper? You haven’t seen that one yet.”

“Yeah, but you've seen it,” I replied, wagging a pair of chopsticks at him. “That’s like, cheating. We gotta watch something we both haven’t seen.”

“We’ll find something.” Josh moved in close and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek and my heart fluttered–it always did. “What about you? What’d you get up today in my absence?”

“I went to the Hemlock Trail. It was busy,” I told him while we both plated our respective dishes, my stomach growling. “It was nice though. Looks like we’re gonna have good weather for your birthday.”

“That would be ideal but I’m going to be cautiously optimistic. Last year we had snow, remember?”

“Yeah, like a dusting,” I said with a little laugh, purposefully knocking my hip into his. “I’m gonna be blatantly optimistic and say it’ll be good. And we still gotta figure out what you wanna do.”

“We'll figure it out, my love.” Josh led the way to the living room and sank into the couch which we could have probably done with replacing; he set his can of sparkling water on the end table then grabbed the remote. “I’m so excited for these dumplings. I don’t care if it’s cat food.”

“They do kind of taste like cat food, don’t they?” I concurred, settling down on the other side of the couch. I put my plate on the coffee table in front of us and pulled it closer. 

“They smell like cat food, too,” Josh said, picking a dumpling up between his pair of chopsticks. “I don’t mind. They’re fucking delicious.” 

“I really don’t get how you’ve always known how to use chopsticks,” I remarked, opting for a fork instead to pierce my own dumpling while Josh fished through the cushions for the remote as he chewed. “It’s not fair.”

“I’ve tried to teach you, doll.”

“And I haven’t learned, so either you’re a shit teacher or I’m a shit student.”

Josh laughed and swatted my arm with the remote. “Hush! I’ll have you know that my students love me.”

I nodded, chewing. “So I’m a shitty student after all.”

“You are not. There’s a learning curve to chopsticks too, ya know.” Josh took another bite of his dumpling then leaned forward, peering at the TV. “Okay, so–what’re we watching?”

I followed his scrolling through our shared list of choices while I tackled the orange chicken. “What about that one?” I asked when he paused on the title Devil’s Ground. “It looks pretty obscure. 1983, a director I’ve never heard of, looks grainy and weird.”

“It’s been on our list forever,” Josh said, clicking the play button. “Let’s give it a shot.”

The movie really did turn out to be obscure–the protagonist was a teenage girl who finds an old well in the middle of the woods and climbs down into it, for some reason believing that her missing brother would be down there. Josh and I chided about the already well-known fairytale parallels, except in this movie the girl encountered creatures in the world beyond the well even weirder than those in Alice in Wonderland or Labyrinth, and ended up having to get betrothed to some menacing demon, played by a giant puppet, to save her brother. Then she and her brother kill the demon and find their way out of the strange world and back in their world.

Josh laughed loudly as the movie came to an end. “That was ridiculous. One of the best ones we’ve seen so far.”

“Those puppets were something else,” I commented, watching the credits roll and hoping everyone on that production went on to do better things. “The little blue one with teeth was my favorite.”

“Why didn’t they just get a real actor for the demon?” Josh asked, shaking his head. “Good god. It was a travesty but also kind of brilliant. I could show this to my students to demonstrate the use of close-up shots.”

“The close-up on the puppet demon when he was being slaughtered seemed unnecessary.”

Josh got up and stretched, gathering all of our plates and silverware and his chopsticks. “It really was. You want me to do the dishes?”

I turned the TV off and followed him, carrying in our empty drinks. “I thought another part of our Friday night tradition was saving the dishes for the next day and we can argue about it then.” 

“No argument. You get to do them since I got the food,” Josh said as he set the plates into the sink with a clatter, then pinched my side. “Deal?”

I giggled, shrinking away from his ticklish touch. “Deal.”

“Anyway, my darling,” Josh began to say, twirling away from me and to another kitchen cabinet. I watched, amused at how he always struggled to reach far enough up to get the wine glasses. “There’s a full moon tonight. Let’s go see it.”

“What? There is?” I asked, trying to peek at wherever it may have been through the kitchen window, our third-story apartment giving us a halfway decent view of the sky most of the time. That was one of the few perks of this place–we’d moved in last year, sizing up so I could have my “office” and enough space in general for both of us to not be completely on top of one another–though Josh never complained about that–but the building was old and lacking a number of things, namely outdoor space. Our little balcony was all we had anymore. 

Josh trailed out, wine glasses tinkling in one hand while he held the mostly full bottle of red wine in the other, and I followed again, feeling a sense of eagerness for the night sky which I hadn’t felt in, well, about a month. Our life together was full of tradition, I had come to realize in time, and a viewing party of the full moon whenever possible was certainly one of them. I’d just been too wrapped up in Alaskan cruises to remember this one on the calendar. 

The night air was chilly–a tingle ran down my spine and Josh noticed this as I sat down next to him on the cushioned bench we’d garbage-picked right after moving in. He skillfully and quickly poured each of us wine, set the bottle down and wrapped his free arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close. 

“It’s gorgeous,” he declared, his voice as rich as ever but a softness brushed through those words. I always loved whenever he got so starstruck over something that he couldn’t help but be concise. 

“It really is,” I agreed, pulling my gaze away from Josh’s equally–if not more so–gorgeous face to take in the huge globe of bright cool white above us. “I can’t believe I forgot about it. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know what planet I’m on.”

Josh laughed, light and affectionate. “You’re on planet earth. It’s disappointing sometimes, I know, but if we weren’t here, I’m not sure we’d be able to see the moon and the stars like this.”

I took a drink, already lulled by Josh’s voice and his warm, strong arm around me. He’d always been strong, considerable muscle secure beneath silky tan skin, but he’d gotten stronger still; the muscles had become even more obvious and I sometimes poked fun, and a little bit of envy, at him for being a “hard-body” because, well, he was. I’d learned to memorize the curves and lines of his body throughout the changes, tracing every plain and valley with my fingers whenever I had the chance.“Probably not, no. We’re really lucky after all, aren’t we?” I said, reaching up to stroke his hand over my shoulder. 

“I think we are. Especially if we can see the stars wherever we go.”

“Speaking of–earlier I was thinking about how it’s been a while since we took a trip anywhere.”

“Yeah? Well, where would you want to go?” Josh asked, bringing his wine to his lips. “Not Alaska, I assume.”

“No, not Alaska. But I don’t know, Josh, I feel like we should go somewhere soon.”

Josh took another drink, looking ahead through the darkness that was interrupted by various porch lights from the other apartments rather than up at the jeweled sky. I’d expected enthusiasm–he’d have more free time soon with the semester coming to an end and I still had a lot of vacation days left, making the whole thing easy in theory–but he was uncharacteristically quiet. 

“What?” I prodded, tugging at his wrist. 

“No, nothing,” he assured me, coming alive again with his body squirming beside me, his hand grabbing mine in reciprocity. “I was just thinking about it. We should both think about it some more.”

I returned my attention back to the moon and the stars and a memory overcame me so viscerally it actually hurt–the abandoned barn, the vast field, the endless sky hanging overhead the two of us. “Alright, let’s think about it,” I concluded, wishing that the place we could travel to was back in time. 

Josh sighed and curled around me. “I feel like a dumpling,” he said, lifting a hand to pat his stomach, and I laughed right into the night along with him.

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Tagging no one because my list is so outdated that none of those people are even in the fandom or use tumblr anymore LOL please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in this series!

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Bubblegum - Part One

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female OC

Warnings: Shady management? Other than that, nothing!

Synopsis: When Eden signed her recording contract to become a pop superstar, she hadn't realized she wasn't just signing her creative freedoms away, she was signing much more. Her control over social media, her diet, and even her relationships. When she gets contracted into a relationship with some wannabe rockstar name Jake Kiszka, will she finally find her freedom?

A/N: This is actually the first fic I wrote for gvf, last year. It's been sitting in my WIP folder, because Summer in the City came into my head and wouldn't stop. I normally write in the third person, and so SITC was a trip as a reader insert. I kept this third person, I know it's not popular, but frankly, I don't care. I have plenty other reader inserts in the works, so grin and bear it.

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Eden sat in her managers office, shaking her foot anxiously as he shuffled through some papers on his desk. She yearned for this meeting to be over so she could grab an iced coffee and sit at home with her cat for the rest of the day.

“Streams are up this month, your last single is a hit.” Bryan nodded, glancing up. Eden flashed a smile at him and nodded. “The radio stations are going to have this on repeat for at least the next year. Have you thought any more of what your next album should be like?”

“Yes! I really want to switch it up-“ she was cut off by her manager making a huffy noise and waiving his hand in the air, dismissing the thought before it had finished. 

“Don’t fix what ain’t broke, kid.” he shook his head. “I’ll make some calls and see if we can get the writers from your last album to work on the new one. You’re a pop princess, and you’re going to be ruling the charts next summer. Right up there with Ariana and Taylor. Wasn’t that the dream you came to me with?” Eden forced a smile this time and nodded, feeling a weight in her stomach.

“Now, your publicist and I were speaking the other day, and we had the perfect idea. Your name is getting recognized, which is good. But you know what every pop star needs to really get their name out there?” 

“An Ed Sheeran duet?” she shrugged. Her manager stopped and frowned, then jotted a note down, mumbling something about that actually being a good idea.

“Anyway, what every pop star needs is a rock and roll love interest.” he grinned. “The bad boy and the good girl next door. They’re hot, they’re crazy, and they’re off and on again more times than you can count. But people will eat it up.” Eden rolled her eyes at Bryan.

“One problem with your idea. I’m single. And I don’t think now is a good time for me to be swiping on the apps again.” she sighed. The last time she’d tried dating in the entertainment world, it was a nightmare of influencers and assholes.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Bryan grinned. “We’ve already picked out the perfect guy for you! No swiping necessary.” a knock on the door made Eden jump. “Oh, he’s here now!”

“Wait, what?! I don’t want to be set up with anyone!”

“Look, it’s all fake anyway.” Bryan said as he got up to answer the door. “You just have to go out and be seen together on a few dates, break up in a few months, maybe a year or two, and then you get to put out your break-up ballad as another single and watch your sales skyrocket.” The way he spoke about it so nonchalantly made Eden’s head spin. She stood up to try and got toe-to-toe with Bryan, but he opened the door as she turned around, ready to unleash hell. 

A tall, slender woman dressed in a navy pantsuit stood there, grinning like the cheshire cat while she greeted Bryan. Next to her was a young man with brown hair, wavy and just past his shoulders, sort of scraggly, like it hadn’t been combed through in a day or so. His brown eyes darted from the woman with him to Bryan, then over to Eden.

“Natalie, I thought you said we were going to meet with another musician?” he mumbled to the woman. She rolled her eyes and ushered him inside, nearly pushing him so he was standing next to Eden.

“You are!” Natalie explained. “This is Eden Beckett, one of the hottest new artists on the scene. Eden, this is Jake Kiszka.”

“What?” the young man squinted his eyes at the young singer next to him, then his eyes widened in recognition. “Oh, you’re that shitty pop singer my little sister likes.” he turned back to the woman. “Why are we here?” Eden’s blood boiled at his comment, her being just a shitty pop singer. ‘I’d love to see him sing a C6 while jumping around on stage in six-inch heels.’ she thought

“Oh they didn’t tell you?” Eden seethed at the brown eyed boy. “We’re the new It Couple on the block, baby.” His eyes widened in shock at her announcement.

“What?! No way!” he protested, throwing his hands up in front of him. “Natalie, I’m not dating some nasal bubblegum pop brat.” Nasal?!

“Excuse me,” Eden scoffed, shooting a glare at Jake. “I don’t want to date you either. You look homeless, and frankly, I don’t even know who you are.” Eden glared at Bryan, who was standing with Natalie, both with knowing grins on their faces.

“Well, the contracts for the arrangement were already signed this morning.” Bryan shrugged. Eden and Jake mirrored each other as their jaws fell open. “Remember those autographs you signed, Eden?” her stomach dropped as she remembered hastily scratching her name on a sheet of paper, what was said to be a birthday gift for Bryans niece.

“You tricked us?!” Jake exclaimed. “What the fuck?!” Natalie rolled her eyes again.

“It’s the only way you’d both agree to this!” she said, as if it were the most obvious answer. “Besides, this is going to be amazing for both of your brands.” Eden glared at Bryan, praying for telekinetic powers in that instance so that the ceiling would fall down and crush him and Natalie, and she could be free of this terrible idea.

“You two are just going to have to deal with this.” Bryan stated. “What’s done is done. Now, why don’t you both go home and freshen up a bit. Your first appearance together is tonight. Natalie and I will send you the details in a bit.” Eden bent down to grab her purse. As she stood upright, Jake was already halfway out the door. She went to follow suit, but Bryan put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Eden, I’ll send something over for you wear tonight. The last time you dressed yourself was abysmal, truly.” the brunette shrugged his hand off her shoulder and marched down the hallway to the elevator. 

Jake was waiting already, his hands shoved in the pockets of his dark jeans. Eden silently waited next to him, the animosity growing between them as they avoided looking at one another. The doors to the elevator finally opened and they both went inside, him slamming his finger on the lobby button, then leaning back against the wall, his head tilted up, eyes closed.

Eden took a moment to take in his appearance. His round face was highlighted by sharp cheekbones, and she watched them flex as he clenched his jaw. He opened his eyes and Eden quickly looked away, thanking god that the elevator stopped and she was about to escape. Jake pushed himself away from the wall and stood next to her. As the doors opened, he turned and shot her a smug smirk that made her face flush. He began to walk out and called over his shoulder.

“See you tonight, princess.” 

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MY MASTERLIST

Sweetness hot meets sweetness cold, light and airy swirls around dark and heavy for the perfect blend.OTHER LINKS: WATTPAD & ROCK FIC

@insannywestan - Sanny shipping blog

@theladylovingcrow - my writing/art blog. If you wanna skip all the other posts on my main and get straight to the good stuff, go here (or use this masterlist!)

*** CONTAINS SMUT

* CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES/EXTENSIVE KISSING

Greta Van Fleet

SANNY (Sam Kiska x Danny Wagner)

*** The Most Beautiful Distraction - tumblr - AO3

"Wanna ride you," Sam sighed, admission joining the swirl of colors in the air around them; burgundy kisses, blue touches, bright electric flashes of pain subdued by delicate green affection and care. Danny ached for him - the fiery burn in his stomach overcoming the duller waves from his burned hands.

*** Fuck The Movie, I Wanna Fuck You - tumblr - AO3

They were taking a break from touring, just chilling back in Frankenmuth. Danny had come over to his second home, and was snuggled up on the couch with his best friend, watching a movie. Everyone else was doing their thing - cooking, playing, talking on the phone - all perfectly normal for a nice, happy family. But FUCK Sam was feeling horny, naughty, and curious as to how Danny would react if he moved his hand just a bit higher....

*** Skin on Skin, Hearts Laid Bare - tumblr p1, p2, p3  - AO3

They started off cuddling as a necessity in chilly tents and cramped car rides, but it eventually became something much, much more. Sam finds that there isn't a safer place in the world, no where else he'd rather be, than when he's wrapped up in his best friend's strong, caring arms. And Danny, he just can't get enough of the feeling of Sam's silky smooth skin spread out underneath his hands. A chronicle of Samuel Kiszka and Daniel Wagner's budding love.

*** Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace - tumblr - AO3 

Sam has a surprise for Danny. A lacy, kinky one

*** No, Sam! - tumblr - AO3

Sam and Danny keep getting interrupted.

*** Keys To My Heart - tumblr - AO3

Danny just wants to try out Sam's new car, but the evil genius has some stipulations (like a handjob)

*** Blood Brothers - tumblr - AO3

"He leaned forward to nuzzle his face into the crook of Sam's neck, smelling the coconut oil in his hair and the rich rush of life flowing just below his skin. Danny licked at his jugular, giving it a small, almost affectionate nip before grabbing Sam's arm that was around his back and bringing it forward."

*** These Dreams - tumblr - AO3

"You're telling me that we've known each other, been near inseparable, since seventh grade, and you've never once thought about it? At all? You've had to have thought about giving guys a try at least once, everyone questions their sexuality."

Sammy gave him a shit eating grin. He scooted even closer to Danny, so that their knees touched and their noses weren't more than half a foot apart. Danny stopped laughing.

* The Sweetness of Love’s Bliss - tumblr - AO3 

Sweetness hot meets sweetness cold, light and airy swirls around dark and heavy for the perfect blend.

Don’t Go Away Mad (Please Actually Talk To Me About the Issue) - tumblr - AO3

They'd slept together so many times - but this was different. It would have been different starting last night, if a misunderstanding hadn't made Danny kick himself to the couch... but that didn't matter now.

* New Places, Friendly Faces - tumblr p1, p2, p3 - AO3

Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for weeks to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

*** High Sex is the Best (Just Don’t Fall Asleep) - linked under twins

Sam figures out that he's attracted to his best friend after catching Danny jerking off in the shower. Then they get high. (BTW this story focuses on Danny and Sam, though Jake and Josh are definitely in there)

*** The Lady and Her Knights  - p1 - p2 - AO3

You are seriously the luckiest girl in the world: Daniel Wagner is your boyfriend! And, yet, you can't push away the fantasy of having more. Specifically, Sam - you want his best friend, too. (THREESOME SMUT WITH HEAVY SAM/DANNY)

*** Black Panties and An Angel’s Face (continuation of ‘Silk and Satin...’) - tumblr - AO3

Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him.... would he, really? Fuck, if not them this was about to he a sucky Christmas for the both of them.

*** Grindr - AO3 

Sam gaped at him dumbly; mouth open wide, eyebrows raised, hands clinging tightly to his shoulders. Danny grinned, predatory and full of satisfaction, and thrust harder.

TWINS

* Freezeframe (teasing, talking mythology, and kissing while on a quiet evening hike) - tumblr - AO3 

Then I Recognized Me (comparing appearances, short and fluffy, could be gen or slash) - tumblr - AO3

* High Sex is the Best (Just Don’t Fall Asleep) (Sanny is the main pairing but the twins are shacking up in the background)  - tumblr - AO3

*** These Dreams (hinted at the very end) - linked under Sanny 

DRABBLES

* GVF Halloween Drabbles (6 random Halloween themed drabbles, some slashy) - tumblr - AO3

WHOLE BAND

Four Cute Little Piggies In a Blanket (foursome smut ~ yes in that way) - AO3

Metallica

Eyes of Juniper (Lars pisses off an ancient goddess and gets himself and Kirk turned into girls, eventuallly Jlars; on hiatus) - AO3

Guns N’ Roses

STEVEN ADLER X DUFF MCKAGAN

A New Addition To The Family (Stevie and Duff go adopt a dog, super fluffy and humorous) - AO3

DUZZY (Duff Mckagan x Izzy Stradlin)

*** Black Dog (Izzy blows Duff in the studio) - AO3

Baby, Let’s Get Wet (friends with benefits, Duff wants to fuck in the shower; half completed so sorry) - AO3

Young Love In The Woods (middle school AU, Izzy and Duff reminisce on how they met) - AO3

Lazy Days (a short and fluffy lazy morning in bed) - AO3

*** Curiosity Killed The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back (humorous smut, Izzy comes up with a plan to seduce Duff; on hiatus in the middle of the smut woops) - AO3  

SLAXL (Slash x  Axl Rose) 

*** Curiosity Killed The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back (background pairing) - AO3

Led Zeppelin

My Love, My Darling (ultra fluffy winter-themed fluff) - tumblr - AO3

The Magicians (TV)

Treasure (slow burn, binding spell gone wrong) - AO3

Other Fandoms I Could Write For

Merlin (BBC)

Queen 

Elementary (tv show)

Percy Jackson Series (the first 12 books)

How To Train Your Dragon 

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Catch-22 (book) 

Hey Folks! A few reminders I would love for y'all to read 

• I WILL write straight romance/sex or reader inserts, you just have to ask for it! I know that my library is almost all gay slash, that's just because that's all that has been asked of me 

• I love feedback! Give my stories an out of ten rating, constructive criticism, a video of you screaming, I don't care - But any reactions to my work are greatly cherished and much encouraged. It helps me gauge what y'all are into and improve writing 

• My disclaimer, as copy-pasted from Rockfic:  I don't own any of these people, places, or ideas (except the ones that I do). Any coincidences are just that. If you have a problem with my subject matter (other than a factual correction - you can comment that and I'll fix it) message me privately and I may or may not respond.

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[nicole-lynne]

Beach Daze

This was a request for the lovely @starshinekiszka​ and I hope you love it dear! I had so much fun with a little Boyfriend Jake at the Beach!

Please like, comment, and reblog if you liked this story! I really appreciate the love. 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ 

The room was dead silent except for the little scratches of writing on the desks, furrowed brows of kids trying to magically remember the answers from the beginning of the semester. You carefully dropped your pencil onto the desk and did one last scan of your test. All the answers looked as right as they could be at this point, so you shrugged your shoulders and headed toward the front of the room. 

Mr. Turner, your music professor, gave you a reassuring smile as you handed him the paper. He’d been your favorite part of the class, as a musical genius he was always in the mood for debating different artists and techniques. This class was going to be something you missed now that it was done. You nodded at him, mouthing a ‘happy summer’ and started for the door. 

Finally. You had tackled your junior year of university and summer was here. It couldn’t have come any sooner. Even though it had been your own decision, you’d pushed yourself to get a 4.0 this year and man, it had made a few things tough. 

As a result, you’d given up more weekend visits with your boyfriend, Jake, and forced yourself to study during every free moment. But in the long run, it would pay off when you got a great job...hopefully. 

You flung the heavy wooden door open and skipped out into the warm sunlight, your arms spread out to your sides to bring your limbs back to life. It was officially time to relax. 

You turned to head for your dorm but you froze in place and a grin came to your face as your eyes landed on Jake, perched on the end of the stairs, clunking his boots against the concrete column lazily. He was watching you with a cute little smirk on his lips. God how was he so attractive all the damn time. 

“Jake, you’re here!” You jogged down the stairs and he jumped down just in time to catch you as hurled yourself at him. He had his long brown hair up in a bun and you played with the baby hair at the nape of his neck. It was rare that he put his hair up but it was a look that he pulled off so well. 

“Hey mama.” He laughed as he stumbled to hold you both up. “I figured I’d surprise my special girl on her last day of junior year.” 

“You didn’t have to do that babe, you shouldn’t have driven all this way. I know you were supposed to be having band practice tonight.” You untangled your body from his, opting for intertwining your fingers. 

“Eh fuck it. Sam and Danny have both been ditching all week to hang out with Joy and Mckenzi. I think I’ve earned the right to skip out and come see my favorite girlfriend on the first day of summer.” 

“I better be your only girlfriend, Jacob Thomas.” 

Jake twisted a strand of your hair around his finger and gave you a cheeky little smile. “Trust me, one of you is all I can handle. You are a handful, missy.” 

Playfull you slapped his arm pretending to take offense to that and he grabbed your hand out of the air, holding it tightly to his chest. It was impossible to hide how excited you were though. Somehow, he always managed to surprise you even after all the years you’d been together. He always did the exact opposite of what you expected and it still swept you off your feet. 

“Well I guess I’m pretty lucky that the boys are completely irresponsible, aren’t I?” Lifting up on your tiptoes, you popped a sweet kiss on his cheek. “So how do you want to spend your day playing hookie, bubba?” 

“I was thinking you might want to take me to that beach you’ve talked about. We’ve never had a chance when I’ve visited before and it’s a perfect day to spend outside.” 

Excited at the idea, you jumped up and down like a little puppy. “Yes, Deerlick Creek Beach, that sounds perfect. I’ve been dying to take you there since I first found it. It’s this park that backs right up to the beach and it’s just so beautiful. I kind of wish the guys could come too, it’s just the kind of place they would love too.” 

“You’ll just have to settle for me this time, mama.” Jake jested as you two fell into step, heading for your dorm. 

“Ahh, I guess you’ll have to do today. But I definitely won’t put up with this again.” You winked at him, squealing when he locked his arm around your neck and gave you a gentle noogie on your head. 

~~~

An hour later, you and Jake were trekking through the parking lot in more comfortable clothes, your swimsuit peeking out from the Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt you’d stolen from Jake years ago and him in shorts and a button up shirt with barely any buttons done. 

You glanced back to watch Jake battle to hold the cooler, the towels, and keep his sunglasses from falling off his head. Instead of going to help, you keeled over and burst out laughing harder than you had in weeks. 

“Yes, ha ha, I look ridiculous. Now can you please help me, I’m struggling.” He deadpanned. 

“Yeah, but it’ll cost you.” You giggled and took the towels out of his hand. 

He glared at you for a second before his face cracked a smile and he readjusted his glasses. “You just better be glad that you’re cute or else I wouldn’t take this abuse.” 

“Aw poor baby,” You squished his cheeks in between your fingers and he puckered up his lips into a pout at you, “life must be rough for the poor little rockstar. You really should be thanking me for keeping you grounded or all the fame would give you a big head.” 

“Oh trust me, babe, I’ve definitely got a big head.” Jake wiggled his eyebrows at you arrogantly and strode off in the direction of the beach. You stared in his direction, your mouth gaped open wide in shock, unable to follow after him. He could come off so innocent, that when he said something dirty, it could completely catch you off guard. “You’ll catch flies that way, dear.” He smugly called over his shoulder.

Popping your mouth closed, you chased after him, your flip flops clapping loudly and echoing in the tree-surrounded parking lot. Jake smiled as you caught up to him and held his elbow out for you.

You two walked, arm-in-arm, through the cool, shaded park. He listened intently, a slight smile on his face, as you pointed out places you’d sat to study or things you’d thought the guys might like to do if they came to visit. No matter what it was, he adored listening to all the random thoughts that popped into your head. He’d missed you so much this year, the phone calls and facetimes never seemed to be enough to fill the hole in his heart for you. 

After two or three laps around the path, Jake led you out to a spot on the beach. The beach was almost completely empty except for a couple that was miles away, only small specks on the horizon. 

“Do you think this will be good? Should we move?” Jake was scratching his head, looking up and down the beach and mumbling uncertainties to himself. “I can find us a different spot, mama.” 

“Jake,” You tugged lightly on his shirt and he , “as long as I’m with you, I really couldn’t care where we sit.” Deciding for the two of you, you unrolled your towel with a satisfying ‘thwap’ sound and laid it out on the ground. 

Jake watched you lovingly, admiring the way you were sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth, complete concentration on getting all the corners to lay flat. Dropping the cooler, he unrolled his towel next to yours and plopped down on the ground. 

The sky was the perfect shade of blue and the sounds of the lake lapping at the edge of the sand were like a soft melody that they could fall asleep to. But Jake could only look at you. He couldn’t tear his eyes off as you removed your shirt, exposing your bare midriff. 

You twisted around to dig out your book and settled back into the sand. “You want me to read out loud for you, baby? We haven’t had the chance to read together in a while.” You asked as you flipped through the pages trying to find the last spot. 

Jake gently grabbed the book from your hands and you looked up at him confused. “I was thinking we could maybe focus on something else...” He pressed his lips against your bare shoulder, keeping his eyes locked with yours. 

A shiver ran down your spine with excitement, the feeling of his lips ghosting over your skin made the rest of the world dull around you, while Jake was crisp and clear in front of you. 

“Jake, we’re in public...” You mumbled. 

“No one is around, baby.” He lightly kissed the base of your neck. His fingers were rubbing tiny circles on your hip. All your objections were starting to float away as his scent of cigarettes and clove started to haze your thinking. 

“What if someone sees us? We could get in trouble, Ja-” You couldn’t stop the gasp when he pulled your earlobe between his teeth and delicately bite down. 

You wanted to be worried that someone might see you guys but, instead, your eyes fluttered shut as the sensations started to overwhelm you. It had been so long since you’d been able to touch him and it would be a lie to say you hadn’t missed it. Jake knew exactly which spots to touch to get a reaction out of you and he was using it to his advantage now. 

You ran your hand against his chest and up around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You needed him against you so badly now. 

“Someone’s a little feisty, have you been missing me like I’ve been missing you?” 

“Always, now shut up and kiss me.” 

Jake brought his mouth to yours and locked you into a heated kiss, his tongue swept past your lips and brushed against yours. Little moans and sighs were escaping you and he was swallowing each one happily. You could feel his boner pressed against your thigh and you had to force yourself not to rip off his clothes and take him right there.  

He detached himself from you and leaned down to pepper kisses against the hollow of your neck and chest, nibbling little love bites as he went. 

“I’ve missed the taste of your sweet skin so much. God, you’re so sexy, baby. I want you so badly.” 

Jakes fingers trailed smoothly back and forth across your stomach, the rough calluses created a sensation that only he could give you. Once in a while, his fingertips would barely dip below your shorts and then back out, teasing you over and over again. You laid your cheek against his neck and whimpered, hoping he’d be done teasing you soon. 

“You want something, little one?” He asked smugly. 

Barely nodding, you said, “I want you to touch me, Jakey. I want you to make me feel good.” 

Giving you a small grin, he skillfully popped the button on your shorts and pulled the edges back to give himself space. You glanced around to make sure that you were still alone before spreading your legs open a little more. 

Hooking his leg over yours, he bent down and kissed you, softer this time. The kiss grounded you to the moment and it felt like you both were floating high on euphoria. 

Jake slipped his hand past your shorts and swimsuit bottom and you moaned as he finally ran a finger through your folds. 

Pulling his hand back out, he sucked his finger into his mouth and cleaned it. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to take you home and devour you for hours.” You whimpered at his words, unable to tear your eyes away from him hovering above you. 

In one movement, his hand was back collecting your wetness. He moved his fingers up and around, avoiding your clit every time. The last time, he circled his middle finger against your clit and a jolt of electricity shot through your body making Jake chuckle at your reaction. 

“Jakey...” 

“Shh, baby,” He added his index finger to start rubbing from side to side, dipping down to brush against your entrance and then back again, “you’ve been such a good girl lately. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” 

As the words left his lips, he pushed his finger deep into your pussy pulling a groan of satisfaction from you. He dragged his finger from you, hooking it a little to brush against your g-spot. 

“Why are you so damn good at this?” 

“Because I love hearing all those pretty noises you make for me, baby.” Jake whispered into your ear and added a second finger.

You leaned into him, his arm cradling your head close to his body, your breathing getting heavier with every pump of his fingers. You could faintly hear how wet you were and that was just making you even more turned on to know that he could still do this to you. 

Jakes fingers were snapping into you and the ridges of his knuckles dragging against your walls felt phenomenal. Every time, you wanted to close your eyes from the pleasure but you wanted to catalog every thing that was around you. The way Jakes lips were parted in concentration, small tendrils of hair falling out of his bun down into his face, the bright blue sky above you, the sound of the water lapping against the shore.

Then he started tapping his thumb against your clit and your vision blurred with pure bliss. Everything was overwhelming you. His sweet scent, the rush of being in public, each time he bumped against your g-spot, and you could feel the pressure in your stomach building. 

Jake started moving quicker, simultaneously sucking of the sensitive spot under your ear making your moans louder and more needy. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” All you could do was whine in response. “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” 

His dirty words were the final straw. The pressure erupted and you shuddered as your orgasm hit every inch of your body. “That’s it, baby, you look so pretty like this.” 

Your pussy was contracting around his fingers, trying to pull him in deeper, and he kept pumping slowly to work you through your high and his thumb was rubbing back and forth against your clit. Finally, you gripped his wrist to stop his motions, your core starting to be oversensitive from such intense pleasure. 

Jake removed his fingers from you and you sighed at the sudden loss. He kissed the top of your head and hugged you closer. You rested your forehead against his chest, taking a moment to just enjoy being with him. These were the moments you lived for.

“I definitely wasn’t expecting that to happen at the beach.” You giggled. 

“I was.” Jake stated matter-of-factually. You leaned back to look at him, eyebrow raised with intrigue. “Babe, I haven’t seen you in months and you have needs. Plus, it turns you on thinking that we might get caught.” 

You opened your mouth to refute that but he cut you off with a kiss. “Don’t worry, I think it’s hot. Now, why don’t you get that book back out, I’ve been missing your reading.” 

“You want me to read...now? I thought you’d want to go back to the room.” 

Jake rolled onto his back, pulling you with him. “I just want to enjoy as much of this beautiful day with you as possible. I want to listen to you reading Emily Brontë out loud and play around in the water.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Besides, we have all weekend to do whatever we want.” 

You laughed at him waggling his eyebrows at you and pecked a kiss on his lips. Then you grabbed the discarded book and opened it to the last place you’d been and snuggled into his arms. Jake ran his fingers through your hair absentmindedly as you read the first sentence.

[nicole-lynne]

Hey girl! 🤗💕 I wanted to request something with Jakey baby haha. -sweet, hot Valentine’s Day lovin - summer beach day Plz & thank you ✨💕

Thank you so much! 🥰 Go read them here!!

White Chocolate Glaze

Beach Daze

I hope you enjoy them as much as I did writing them! 😘❤️

[leviathanlazarus]

As someone who has written reader inserts for GVF and has gotten comments that I shouldn’t be writing about real people, have you ever had that too? Like I love these boys so much. They’ve helped me through the worst and sometimes I just wanna indulge myself in these fantasies but am is what I’m doing wrong?

I haven't personally received that backlash for GVF but I have for other fandoms and I still stand by my pinned post. There's absolutely nothing wrong with your fantasies and, honestly, it's a wonderful and remarkable thing to have the drive and ability to write about them. As I always say, someone out there will also enjoy them and appreciate you putting them out there. Shit, I keep coming across band fics that I'm SO grateful for.

The naysayers may have good intentions but, ultimately, there is no harm in fic writing (barring certain "fetishes" and "kinks") and I think it is shameful to try and discourage people from writing them.

Personally, I find some of the shit people say even in the tags of GVF's pics far more offensive than most fics.

I hope this helps 💕 keep writing! I beg of you.