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Alice’s Masterpost🪐

Warnings for specific writings are in their own posts posts ✨

Mature themes

* Indicates smut

8/15/2025

It’s officially fall and Halloween season and I want prompts or asks or recommendations… all of it! Please share your deepest darkest fantasies so they can become our fantasies 😏

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #Josh kiszka #sam kiszka #Danny Wagner #chris Turpin #smut #gvf

Can’t concentrate on work because of horny Jake thoughts so now you too will hear them. NSFW below the cut 😉

Imagine it’s your second or third date with Jake. The tension was so palpable after a few glasses of red wine that the two of you had left in the middle of the meal to go back to his place.

You’re straddling his lap, feet hooked around his back as the two of you lay into the cushions of his couch. His hands roam hungrily over your thighs, inching higher as you lick into his mouth. A tiny groan escapes him as his hips jerk up, searching desperately for the warmth of your body.

He’s driving you crazy. The taste of his mouth, the feel of his hands, the sounds he’s making. You could rip off your clothing right then and there.

You slow your movements, gently lifting your lips off of him to take a breath. As you rake your nails through his soft brown curls, elbows rested on his shoulders, you just look at him. He quickly matches your devilish stare, lips curling into a smirk as his chest rises and falls with every labored breath. An idea strikes your brain and you lower your lips to his neck. Just below his jaw, you let your tongue run hot and wet over his skin before sucking it with a loud squelch. An unbridled, uncontrolled moan leaps from his throat, going straight to your core.

“Fuck, y/n,” he whispers, words coming out smaller than the pure sex he just sang.

He tastes like cologne and the tiny hairs that he’s neglected to shave for maybe a day or two prickle your lips as you go in for another bite. This time he whimpers, so softly, that you barely hear it. His eyes roll back as you play with his neck, before finally he’s had enough.

His hands slide up to your waist, holding you steadily so he can pick you off his lap. He moves you like you weigh nothing, easily gaining the upper hand so he can lay you into the length of the couch. With your legs still hooked around him, you settle into the cushion. It’s only seconds before he’s pressed into you so he can grind and thrust until you’re both halfway there.