#sam kiszka lockscreen

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New Valentine's Day Wallpaper for you, my lover's 🥰

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an old collage I made of Josh that I used as my lock screen for a while! posting so anybody can use it if they’d like :-) 🌿🕯️

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GVF as their signs lockscreens

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night of revelry

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x female reader

Summary: you pick up Jake after a night of celebration

Word Count: 3.9 k

Warnings: ☆ smut- NSFW, 18+ content, Minors DNI

“Fun night?” you asked, to which you received a chorus of enthusiastic agreement. Jake reached out and pulled you onto his lap, leaning both of you back before giving you a deep kiss. “You smell like a brewery,” you replied with a laugh as you sat up and straightened his button-up, which was down to a single button. His chest was warm against your palm, his necklace providing cool contrast as it swept across your hand with his movement.

“I’m not even that drunk,” he whispered in your ear before leaning forward to meet your eyes. You watched as he worked to focus on you and realized he was most definitely drunk. His hands ran up and down your bare legs, squeezing lightly. “You’re definitely drunk,” you replied as you placed your hands over his, hoping to still his movements as his hands traveled higher and higher.

“Alright, let me get the tab and we can head out,” Danny said as he stood from the table and made his way to the bar. “Want me to venmo him for your share?” you asked Jake as you reached for his phone on the table. “Mmmm yeah, sure,” Jake said as he let his head rest against your shoulder.

You raised his phone to your face and realized he had changed his lockscreen. “Now,” you chuckled as you turned the phone to show him, “whose genius drunken idea was this?” He turned to look at the phone, which now displayed a blown up picture of your face. “Mine, of course,” he answered as if the answer was clear. You shook your head and opened his phone to navigate to the app before inputting Jake’s (likely rough) estimate of what he’d owe Danny for drinks.

You sat back against his chest as you waited for Danny. Sam and Josh were arguing over something likely insignificant and you watched them bicker as you relaxed into Jake. “You know you could’ve picked a better picture for your lock screen,” you said and he shook his head. His hands had returned to your thighs, running up and down them slowly as he hummed in your ear. “Mmmmmmm, nuh uhhhh,” he disagreed as he pressed a kiss into your neck.

Danny returned and held his hand out to help you up from Jake’s lap. You went to stand but Jake’s arms wrapped around your waist and kept you firmly in place. Danny rolled his eyes and turned to collect Sam and Josh from the booth instead.

“Come on Jake, it’s time to go home,” you said as you brushed the hair back from his face. “I can’t get up,” he replied in a flat tone. “Of course you can, come on, let’s go home,” you said as you went to stand, but he kept his grip on you. You turned to face him more clearly and noticed something was off. “What’s wrong?” you asked and he motioned for you to come closer to him.

You leaned in, the smell of alcohol mixing with his cologne. The smell was intoxicating and you felt yourself start to moan slightly before remembering where you were. You tapped Jake, letting him know you were ready for him to tell you whatever he needed to tell you.

“I’m so incredibly hard right now. I don’t think I can stand up in front of all these people,” he said quietly, his voice raspy. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “From what?” you whispered back, turning to search his face as you waited from an answer. “You,” was his only answer.

“Just walk close behind me. It’s dark enough that people won’t be able to tell. And your brothers don’t give a fuck,” you said before gently removing his arms from your sides. Something about him being hard from just your presence had you reeling- you had only been sitting on his lap for a minute at most. You had a feeling you were both in for a very long night.

You started to stand and Jake stood up right behind you, his hips bumping into yours as he got his balance. His arms wrapped around your body, pulling you into him. “Away we go?” Sam asked, his voice booming as he raised his arm. You chuckled and pulled Jake behind you as you led the group out of the bar.

The walk to your car was short, and the group’s drunk shenanigans made it enjoyable. Sam and Josh were still bickering intermittently about whatever they had gotten started on in the bar and Danny was telling you about a bachelorette party’s shenanigans. Jake kept his arm around your waist as you walked, pulling you closer to him as you listened to Danny.

“I don’t know how they didn’t bust their asses when they somehow got ONTO the bar. They had these tall heels on and-” Danny said before Josh butted in. “Stripper heels! And that one girl did fall! You guys had volunteered me to get the next round and the one with the penis hat fell on me,” Josh shot back, gesturing wildly as he talked.

“You should’ve brought my car,” Jake slurred in your ear as he opened the driver’s side door for you. You couldn’t help but agree as you watched the other three men pile into the backseat of your small sedan. “Next time I may,” you said with a chuckle as he closed your door. Jake made a show of pretending to slide across your hood and Josh leaned forward to honk at him, causing him to jump and end up on the ground.

When Jake got in, he was laughing, which was a good sign. He was almost always good-natured, but sometimes his brothers were able to get under his skin, especially when they embarrassed him. “Alright, buckle up,” you instructed before turning to help Josh, the unlucky winner of the middle seat, find his seatbelt.

You were leaning over the center console and helping find the buckle when you felt Jake’s hand slide up the back of your leg and land on your ass. He held it there for a second, as if he was thinking through his actions, before he slapped you. Hard. Luckily the sound was muffled by the squabbling of the oldest and youngest Kiszka siblings as they attempted to find the buckle hidden in between the seats.

You glanced at Danny who was watching the bustle of activity in the backseat, coaching Sam on where to look for the buckle. Luckily he was oblivious when he was drunk, although he was still in caretaker mode as he gestured for you to sit back and slapped Sam’s hand away from the seats.

Danny was able to find the missing buckle within seconds. It had been wedged under Josh’s butt, nearly in plain sight. “Damn, you guys really are wasted,” you said with a laugh as you turned to put the car in drive and head out of the parking lot.

You were able to drop Sam and Danny off relatively quickly before heading out towards Josh’s house. Jake had been quiet so far, clearly lost in his own mind. Josh had started to fall asleep in the backseat, his sounding board of a little brother no longer by his side to keep him riled up. Every so often, he’d sit straight up and make a comment or ask a question which you would entertain. Jake, however, stayed quiet.

You were humming along to a song that was playing when you felt Jake’s hand on your leg. At first, his hand just rested on your leg- a warm but undemanding presence near your knee. As you pulled into Josh’s driveway, Jake’s hand had started to apply more pressure to your leg, gripping it lightly.

“Goodnight Josh! You promise you’re good?” you asked as you peered into the backseat through the rearview mirror. Josh waved you off as he slid over the seat and popped open the door. “I’m good, going to hopefully make it to the couch before I crash,” he said with a chuckle. His hand snaked through the spot next to your headrest and he gave your shoulder a squeeze. “Thanks for getting us all home. Please make sure Casanova takes an aspirin when you guys get home. We are getting old,” Josh said with a snicker. Not even that got more than a wave from Jake as he bid his twin goodnight.

You ensured Josh made it inside before backing down the driveway. “Thank god we got rid of those idiots,” Jake whispered as his hand slowly made its way up to your inner thigh. “Those idiots are your brothers,” you replied with a chuckle, “and you love them.” Jake sighed deeply before squeezing the plump flesh of your thigh in his hand. “I do love them. But I also love you. And I’ve been craving you all night,” he said quietly. His voice had the rasp to it that you loved, something you only got first thing in the morning, when Jake was utterly exhausted or he was drunk.

“Is that right?” you asked as you turned onto the main road back towards the city. He let out a low grumble of an agreement as he turned to angle his body towards you. He used his left hand to play with the hem of your shirt while his right hand stayed firmly planted on your leg. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you tonight,” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, planting a soft, but eager kiss on your jaw.

“Hmmm,” you hummed, deciding to entertain him a little and play his game. “You were thinking about me while you were at a bar? With your brothers? Celebrating another song written?” you questioned. You say him nod out of the corner of your eye and you chuckled. “Seems like you should’ve been a little preoccupied,” you added.

Jake’s hand slid even higher up your leg in answer. His thumb was dangerously close to brushing against your clit, the only thing separating you and him were a few centimeters and the thin material of your shorts. You sucked in a quick breath as you returned your focus to the road. Jake released the hem of your shirt and used his hand to brush your hair away from your neck, his white hot fingertips barely grazing your skin. He leaned in to press kisses along your neck, moving slowly as he ran his hand up and down your leg.

“Jake,” you started. You wanted his name to come out as a command, urging him to stop. Instead, it came out as more of a whimper, a request for more. His hand was getting too high again and you released one hand from the wheel and placed it over his. You turned to give him a sharp glance before returning your eyes to the road. “Unless you want to end up in a ditch, you better stop,” you said, this time your voice conveying the correct emotions.

Jake huffed in response before leaning in closer to you, his breath tickling your neck. “If you really want me to stop,” he whispered as his hand slid to finally apply pressure between your legs, “tell me to stop.”

You swallowed hard as you thought about your response. If you were being rational, you would’ve slapped his hand away from you- he was clearly drunk and you were driving. But the way he was rocking his hand back and forth against you had you struggling to make logical thoughts.

“Jake,” you rasped as you tried to maintain focus on the road, “we are less than five minutes from your house. Please do not make me wreck this car.” You were pleading with him. He knew you really didn’t want him to stop. But, he was smart enough to know that if he didn’t stop, you both wouldn’t make it home.

He complied, moving his hand back down to your thigh. A whimper came from deep in your chest, a response to the loss of contact. Jake chuckled in response as he squeezed your thigh. “Get us home, sweet girl. I’ll reward you when we make it,” he said quietly. His tone told you he intended to make true on his promise.

The second you put the car in park, Jake was climbing out of his seat, tossing the seatbelt over his shoulder sloppily. You couldn’t help but laugh- despite his coherent decision making, he was still incredibly inebriated.

You met Jake at the front door where he was struggling to put his key into the lock. You took it from him and let yourselves in. Jake instantly kicked off his boots and threw his wallet onto the side table by the door. You were barely able to lock the door back before he was on you again, pressing you up against the door with his body.

“Jake, you are drunk,” you said matter-of-factly. He looked down to focus on your eyes before nodding. “So,” you started as you gently pushed him back and turned to set your purse down, “that means it’s time to go to bed.”

Jake pressed his face into the curve of your neck and groaned in response, his hands making their way up and down your back slowly. “Please,” he whimpered, his voice pleading, “let me get you off.” You took his face in your hands and gently kissed him before answering. “As much as I would love that, you weren’t even able to get the key into the lock, babe. How do you think sex is going to go, hmmm?”

He rolled his eyes in response, something you were barely able to make out from the limited light in the entryway. His hand slowly moved from your back to ghost over your stomach and finally rest between your legs. He had moved slowly, waiting for any further protest, which you did not give. You sucked in a breath as he applied more pressure and moved forward to press his body into yours.

“I need you so bad,” he said quietly, the longing dripping from his voice. “So bad?” you asked breathlessly as his hand moved up towards your waist, his thumb running along the inside of your waistband of your shorts. “So bad, baby. You were all I could think of in that bar. Every single drink just made me want you more,” he rasped. “Please just let me make you cum for me. I promise that’s all I want,” he pleaded.

You couldn’t deny him any more- you wanted him, too. You pressed your lips against his in response, giving him permission to continue. He smiled against your kiss before dipping his fingers into the inside of your waistband, trailing them against the soft skin of your stomach. You let out a moan against his mouth which caused him to slide his hand down between the fabric and your skin.

“Mmmm,” his chest rattled against yours with the sound. “Already so fucking wet,” he whispered as he slowly slid a finger inside of you, testing his limits. You jolted forward and let your body press into his. He responded by pushing you back harder, his free hand moving to grip your hair and pull your head back against the solid wood of the front door.

“You gonna cum for me tonight?” he asked, his words slightly slurred from the alcohol and excitement. “Yes,” you answered breathlessly before taking in a sharp breath as he slid another finger inside of you.

Jake released your hair and sloppily pushed your shorts down your legs. He used his foot to push the fabric the rest of the way down your legs to your ankles, his body rocking violently as he struggled to keep his balance. He giggled slightly as he pressed himself into you to right himself, his fingers never ceasing as they continued to curl themselves inside of you rhythmically.

You gripped at his shirt, pulling him against you as you got closer. “Fuck, Jake, I’m almost there,” you rasped, your hands struggling to find a grip against the smooth fabric. “Good girl, give it to me. Cum so hard baby, let me feel you clench around me,” he encouraged, his lips tracing down your jaw as he continued to work on you.

You came hard, your legs starting to shake as you braced yourself against the door. “Fuck Jake,” you whimpered as you caught your breath. He pulled back from you and gave you a sly grin. He slowly removed his fingers from you, giggling at the gasp you let out. He gave you a wink before sliding his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them for a moment with hollowed out cheeks before removing them with a satisfying pop.

You watched him wide-eyed, still braced against the door. “You’re something else,” you mused and he nodded before kicking off his shoes, nearly losing his balance in the process. You reached out to steady him and he chuckled again.

The bulge in his pants was hard to miss. You were sure he was painfully hard- he always got worked up when he made you cum. Something about the satisfaction of getting you off was the biggest turn on for him. “Jake?” you asked. He looked up at you from his position below you as he tried to untie your shoes for you. “Do you want to fuck me?” you asked.

A smile spread across his face. “Fuck yes I do,” he answered before moving to press himself against you again. You kicked your shoes off, as well as the shorts and underwear that were bunched around your ankles.

Jake was grinding up against you as he moaned from the sweet relief the friction provided. “Get these off,” you instructed as you pushed at his pants. He complied and ripped his jeans and underwear off as he braced himself against you to keep from falling.

“You can barely stand, I don’t know how you’re going to be able to-” you started before being roughly turned to face the door, Jake’s hands digging into your hips as he pressed you against the cool wood. You didn’t have time to finish your thought before he was running himself through your wetness, his other hand planted firmly on your ass as he spread you open.

“Don’t ask questions,” he growled in your ear as he sunk into you, “you already know the answers to.” Jake gripped your hair and pulled your head back against his shoulder as he thrust into you, his movements sloppier than usual, but still backed with plenty of power.

“Fuck Jake, harder,” you begged and he delivered, pounding into you as he pressed you against the door. His hands made their way to your neck, one hand squeezing gently around your throat as the other lowered to pull your shirt down, allowing your breasts to spill out over the top. “Fucking perfect,” he hissed through clenched teeth as he buried himself inside of you over and over, his skin slapping against yours and making obsecenelt pornographic noises that rang out through the empty house.

One second you were moaning as your body was pushed roughly against the solid wood of the door, the next you were sprawled out on the floor with Jake’s hands still gripping at your shirt. “Fucking hell,” he chuckled, his alter ego flooding in and giving his tone a british twang. He laid out next to you, completely disheveled and in a partial state of undress. “While we are here,” Jake said, the British accent thick as he struggled to sit up and tug at your shirt, “get this shit off, hmm?”

If you didn’t love him so much, you’d be pissed he’d taken you both to the floor in an incredibly painful and ungraceful manner and then had the nerve to request you take your shirt off, but the way his cock was still soaking from the short time inside of you had your brain and body begging for more. “I’ll take it off,” you started as you played with the hem, “only if you let me ride you.”

He scoffed at you, the act suddenly gone as his drunk brain swirled, trying to keep up. “I don’t see how that’s a losing situation for me,” he slurred as he reached out to run a coarse hand over your now naked chest. You threw your shirt to the side and allowed him to roughly pull you onto his lap.

Jake leaned forward to whisper into your ear. “Use me. Use me to make yourself cum. Please baby, I’m all yours,” he begged. You sat up slightly and aligned him before sliding down onto him. Jake groaned at the feeling, grabbing you and pulling you against him. You started to work yourself up and down, moving slowly on weak legs before switching to grinding. Jake’s hands dug into your hips, helping guide you as he moved his mouth up and down along your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake.

He felt so good, but you needed more. Jake could sense that and pulled back from your neck long enough to make eye contact with you. “You’re never gonna cum like this,” he rasped, his hands slowing your movement. “Sure I can,” you panted back as you slowed, his hands working against you. Jake narrowed his eyes- he may have been drunk but he could still read your body. “No, no,” he said, wagging a finger in your face, “this isn’t working tonight. What do you need?”

You wiggled your hips slightly, eliciting a moan from Jake, who momentarily forgot his focus before tightening his grip on your hips. You could see his wheels turning as he thought through the options for how to proceed.

“I think you need to fuck me. Hard,” he said finally, turning to look at you. You could see in his eyes he needed it as much as you probably did. You nodded before picking yourself up and slamming back down onto him. His head lolled back and an animalistic groan came from deep in his chest as he reached forward to help bounce you on top of him. You did as he requested, using him to fuck yourself hard and fast. And, just like he’d predicted, it was exactly what you needed to cum a second time, his calloused fingers pressed against your clit making sloppy circles as you screamed his name.

You collapsed into Jake. His ragged breathing and hands running over your back told you he came with you. “Fucking hell,” he panted as he fell back onto the floor, taking you with him. “Oh god, the room is absolutely spinning,” he groaned as he ran a hand over your hair. “Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed, hmm?” you asked and he nodded, his demeanor finally back to its usual, relaxed state.

[gvf-imagine]

Sex with sam for the first time (headcanon)

warning: smutty smut smut

-Sammy looks like a cinnamon roll but will fuck you like a GOD

-Sammy and you have had a strange connection for a while now. You guys were always flirting and there was definitely sexual tension between the two of you, enough for the other guys to notice and tease Sammy about it.

-Of course when Greta Van Fleet became more popular you and Sam spent all the time together you possibly could, especially with you going to all of their shows. One night they played a stadium show and it was sold out, Sam of course invited you to come and you watched the whole thing from the side-stage. 

-The show was amazing, completely blew you away and the audience loved the boys, you were so proud of all four of them.

-”hey cutie I missed you” sam quips as he walks over to you backstage.

-”uhh I missed you too?” you laugh in confusion as he grabs your ass firmly and kisses you on the cheek. 

-“Areeee you drunk?” you questioned again with another giggle. Sam and you had been great friends for a very very long time but he’s never pulled a move like this before. He smiled mischievously and bit his pink lips.

-“No, just really adrenalized , that was an awesome show” he said with excitement. You nodded.

-“All your guys’s shows are awesome” you retorted. He laughed a little. What was he doing? You'd never seen him like this before, sure you two flirted but this was way beyond flirting. 

-Sam was the type of guy that knows what he wants and when he wants it, and he always got what he wanted eventually. 

-“Well thank you” he chimed. He looked at you for a second, his eyes scanned your body before floating softly back up to meet your gaze. 

-“Umm…” you began. You can feel the hunger in his body heat, the pure attraction and want. He craved you. 

-“C'mon” he said , grabbing your hand and walking you down the hall. He opened the door to what looked like a storage room and locked it behind you. His grip was tight, he held you like you would run away if he let you go. You wouldn't though, you often dreamt of Sam in this way. You never told him that though. 

-“Sam what are you-” you began to question again as laughs escaped your mouth. He grabbed your butt tightly and lifted you on the table, grabbing your face roughly but not hard enough for it to cause any pain. You had no idea what had gotten into him but you honestly couldn’t have cared less. Sam studied your face , biting his lip again. 

-his tongue gently licked across your bottom lip, begging for permission 

-“You want to do this?” he asked. Sammy  was a very sweet man if you said no he would completely understand and end it right there. BUT that’s not what you wanted. No one in their right mind would turn down Samuel Kiszka and if they did then that’s their loss.

-You nodded eagerly pulling him in for a kiss that quickly melted into a full blown make out sesh. Sam climbed on the table and hovered over you, his strong hands rub down your body before he begins to pull your shirt off. He tries to unclasp your bra but can’t, you laugh and do it for him. He smiles at you sweetly before turning his attention back to your body. He looks at you with lustful eyes.

-“Fuck” he mutters to himself staring at you as you lay there naked. He leans down and slowly kisses your neck, his tongue grazing your skin. He trails his tongue down your body sending violent shivers down your spine. You pant lightly running your fingers through his soft hair. He smiled when he got down to your womanhood. He looked at you with a devilish smile before kitten licking your opening. You whimpered. 

-Samuel LOVES to tease, teasing his woman would turn him on so much seeing her helpless at his hands.

-“You like that huh?” he asked, biting his lip. He gently slid one of his fingers inside you.

-“Fuck your so wet” he groaned breathing a bit heavier. He began to pump his fingers into you harder as he ate you out sending you over the edge. You could feel him smiling at the sounds of you moaning. You could feel yourself tighten and your body clench as you were reaching your climax.

-“Don’t cum until I tell you” Sam demanded , slamming his fingers deeper in you, you grabbed the table trying to contain yourself but you couldn’t hold it in.

-“Watch out” you warned quickly pushing him to the side. You squirted everywhere as you finished. Sam’s eyes grew wide. 

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sam kiszka lockscreens

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Greta Van Fleet locks screens please ❤.

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credits to @lwtallica on twitter.

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Sam Kiszka Aesthetic 🎸

Anonymous asked:

please please please do a sam kiszka wallpaper! (he’s the bassist for Greta Van Fleet!) ❤️

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Greta Van Fleet wallpapers

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I've made a couple of greta van fleet themed backgrounds for my phone and I thought I'd share them for your enjoyment. the one on the bottom right is my current one and I love it very much.

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sam kiszka wallpapers/lockscreens

hope you like! please reblog or like if you save <3 > @sweetkiszka 

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sam kiszka lockscreens

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The New Day lockscreens // please reblog/like if used!

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I made some lockscreens! Hope you like them 🌻

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