He's Asking If He Can Hold Ur Shoulder Boulders

Reach, Reach, Reaching

Chris Turpin X Jake Kiszka Slash fic

Warnings: M/M, vouyerism, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering (m!rec), handjobs

Chris sees something not meant for his eyes. He decides to stick around.

(Note: This is all fiction. I am in no way implying these two are together IRL, this is just me having some fun and writing a fic. Don’t like, don’t read and all that jazz.)

Jake was pent up.

That’s all there was to it. Days and days and weeks of being on the road on tour, cramped in a small bus most days left him with little private time to himself. He always had at least one other member of Mirador with him, and it was starting to frustrate him. He caught a lucky break when the others decided to stick around at a bar instead of heading back to the bus.

He feigned feeling tired, slipping away as soon as he could to the privacy of the bus.

What he didn’t know was that Chris had followed him. It was unlike Jake to turn down a night out, and the blonde was worried that Jake might’ve been sick or feeling off in some way.

He thought he was right when he entered the bus, hearing a whimper, only for the whimper to turn into a moan. Chris felt silly, realizing Jake just wanted some alone time. He knew he should turn around and leave Jake be, but something pulled his feet closer, letting him peek through the crack in the door.

Jake laid on his bunk, one hand gripping the sheets while the other was busy between his legs. His breathing grew heavier as he stroked himself in his boxers, the tip leaving a wet spot.

“Fuck,” He whispered, staring through the crack.

At the same time, Jake’s mind was racing with fantasies. A faceless woman, maybe one from the crowd, on her knees in front of him. She morphed into some faces he had seen before, eventually landing on a blonde. He twitched as he thought harder about this blonde. Her eyes a blue-grey and her hair a soft and familiar style now. He gasped as his fantasy shifted into Chris, causing his cock to twitch in his grip.

“Chris…” he groaned, causing the blonde hiding behind the door to hold back a gasp.

Jake’s hips bucked against his hand as he got closer to his peak, his cock throbbing and leaking. He began thrusting up to meet his hand, the blanket rustling with his movements. His strokes become faster, more urgent, chasing his release. Jake’s eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open in a silent cry of pleasure as he came hard, his cock twitching in his hand. The front of his shorts move with each spasm, a damp spot forming where his cock head is pressed against the fabric.

Chris slipped away as soon as he could, his face red and the blood all rushing south. Jake? Into him? He almost couldn’t believe it, had he not seen it himself. He vowed to not peep on Jake again, slipping back into the bar to drink the filthy thoughts away.

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He didn’t last long. The next time Jake had an excuse to not join the others, Chris was following after. He told himself it was just to make sure Jake was alright, but he knew the truth deep down.

This time was different, though. Jake stripped and then climbed into his bunk, on his hands and knees. He pulled out a travel size bottle of lube from his sheets, pouring some on his fingers before pushing them into his ass with a whine. Chris couldn’t help but let his hand trail down to his cock, palming over it.

Jake’s breath hitched as he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep into his hole, curling and scissoring them to stretch himself open. He let his mind wander again as he rocked back against his hand, his moans muffled in his pillow.

“Deeper… fuck… go deeper,” Jake muttered, clearly absorbed in whatever fantasy was in his head.

A third finger was pushed in alongside the other two, pumping them in and out. Jake’s cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, leaking precum onto the blanket beneath him. Chris fucked against his hand, biting his lips as he watched Jake come undone.

Jake’s body tensed and shuddered as he came, his hole clenching around his fingers as sparks of pleasure shot down his spine. He buried his face in the pillow to muffle his cries, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the blanket beneath him.

“Fuck- ah! Fuck me!” He gasped out, riding the waves of his intense orgasm while Chris did the same, ruining his pants. Finally spent, Jake collapsed onto the bunk, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He slowly pulled his fingers out of his sensitive hole, a shaky moan escaping his lips at the sensation.

He made no move to clean himself up yet, instead basking in the afterglow of his release. Chris snuck away again, feeling shame wash over him at what he did. When he returned to the bus later, Jake was asleep and cleaned up, no traces of what he had done still left.

Chris had trouble sleeping that night.

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It happened two more times, Chris catching Jake. Each time he’d shamefully get off, telling himself it would be the last time. But then he’d get drawn in again, getting off to it just like before.

This time, though, he was a bit tipsy by the time Jake headed back to the bus. As he crouched in his usual spot, hand down his pants, he shifted a bit. This caused him to get off-balance, falling against the door with his pants still down.

Jake froze, his eyes widening as he saw Chris stumble into the bunk area. He tugged a blanket over his lap to cover himself, not even daring to breathe. Then he saw Chris’ undone pants, and the shame on his face. Putting two and two together, a blush spread across his cheeks. He was mortified, but also strangely excited that he got caught in such a compromising position.

“C-Chris?” Jake mumbled softly, his voice slightly hoarse, “Did you… Were you watching me?”

He waited with bated breath for his response, his heart pounding in his chest. A part of him hoped Chris would say yes, that he’d confess to watching. But another part of him was terrified of possibly ruining the good thing they had.

Chris stood, his face red. He adjusted his pants, clearly still half-hard. He knew he couldn’t deny it.

“Yeah… I… I was.”

He was ready for Jake to yell at him, to hate him for this. Instead, Jake’s quiet words made him do a double take.

“I don’t mind. Y’know, if you keep watching?” His voice was barely above a whisper, “In fact… I kinda… kinda like the idea of being watched like that…”

He sat up slowly, letting the blanket fall away to reveal his naked torso and the tent in his boxers. Jake’s cheeks were flushed, but there was a new intensity in his eyes as he looked at Chris.

“Come in and close the door,” He murmured, gesturing to the spot across from him, “If you want to see… I’ll show you.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, but also a newfound boldness. The air between them was charged with a tension that wasn’t there before, a palpable heat and anticipation.

Chris knew he was giving him a way out. He knew he should take it, should turn and leave. But… He found he didn’t want to say no. Instead, he silently shut the door behind him, and approached Jake’s bunk. He sat at the other end, watching him. He didn’t touch himself yet, giving Jake his full attention.

Jake couldn’t believe this was happening. Emboldened by Chris’ presence, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, freeing his hard, aching cock. It bobbed slightly as it sprang free, already flushed a deep red. Jake wrapped a hand around it, stroking slowly as he looked up at Chris with half-lidded eyes.

He picked up the pace of his strokes, panting softly as he put on a bit of a show for Chris. The sight of his friend watching him, the heat in his eyes as he took in every inch of Jake’s naked body, only served to turn him on more.

Chris slowly moved his hand to palm his cock through his pants, unsure if he should take his out too.

“I didn’t mean to watch you at first,” He admitted, his eyes never leaving Jake’s hand, “I just… I couldn’t resist.”

Jake shuddered as he felt Chris’ eyes roaming over his body, his gaze burning into his skin. He moved a little faster, more urgently.

“I… I’m glad you didn’t. I think I wanted you to see,” He breathed out, his voice thick with desire.

He spread his legs wider, giving the other man an unobstructed view of his hard cock and heavy balls beneath. Jake’s other hand slid down to cup himself, fondling his sack as he kept stroking.

“Touch yourself for me, Chris,” He urged softly, “I wanna see you too… wanna watch you get off on watching me.” He licked his lips, his chest heaving with each panting breath. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of skin on skin.

Chris did as he was told, as if controlled by Jake’s voice. He shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees, giving himself a few unobstructed strokes.

“Jake… hah…” He groaned, his voice trailing into a whine as he watched Jake play with his balls.

The sight of Chris touching himself for Jake sends a bolt of pure lust straight to his core, making his cock throb and leak even more.

“Fuck, Chris… That’s so hot,” He growled, his voice ragged with desire, “Is that because of me?”

Chris nodded, his breathing heavy and low now.

Jake cupped his balls more firmly, rolling them in his palm as he pumped his shaft faster. The obscene sound of his hand flying over his cock filled the small space, mingling with the creaking of the bunk beneath them and their shared moans and gasps. Brown eyes were glued to Chris’ hand, watching the way his fingers danced over his hard flesh.

He suddenly wondered what it would feel like under his own hand.

“Come closer, Chris,” He urged breathlessly, reaching out a hand towards the blonde.

His cock was flushed a deep, angry red now, the tip an even darker shade as it leaked copious amounts of precum. Jake was teetering on the edge and Chris knew it wouldn’t take much to bring him there. He was hesitant at first, before scooting closer. They were thigh to thigh, and both seemed to wait for the other to make a move.

After a moment, Jake moved first. He slowly trailed his hand over Chris’ thigh, wrapping it around his hard cock and feeling the weight and heat of it in his palm. At the same time, Chris mirrored his movements. Jake shuddered as Chris’ fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip. He let out a low, guttural moan into Chris’ shoulder at the contact, his hips jerking forward into his touch.

His head was tucked into Chris’ shoulder as they jerked each other off, the intimate touch adding to it all. Jake was panting now, breathing in the scent of Chris as he picked up the pace.

“Chris… fuck… you’re so warm and big in my hand…” He moaned, his voice muffled by Chris’ shoulder.

The feeling of their hands on the other’s most intimate place was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of their bodies. Jake nuzzled into his neck, breathing in deeply as he lost himself in the sensation of finally touching Chris, of finally having Chris touch him back. He knew this was crossing a line, but he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. All he wanted was to keep touching Chris, to feel his skin against his own.

Chris knew he was getting close too, and spoke the first thought that came to his mind.

“ I saw you the other day… you took your fingers so well. Were you imagining it was my cock?”

Jake suddenly let out a choked off cry as Chris’ words sent him over the edge, his cock pulsing in Chris’ hand as he came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from the tip, splattering onto his thigh and a little onto Chris’ too as he rode out the intense waves of his orgasm.

“Ah- Fuck! Chris!” He shouted, his body aching with the force of his release. At the same time, he felt Chris’ cock twitch and swell in his hand before coating his fingers and thigh in his hot seed. The feeling of their cum mixing together, the knowledge that he made Chris lose control like that, it all intensified Jake’s pleasure. He stroked Chris through it, milking him for every last drop of his release as their thighs rub together, smearing the mess between their bodies.

Finally, as the aftershocks began to subside, Jake went limp against Chris, his face buried in the crook of his neck. He was panting heavily, his skin slick with sweat and the evidence of their mutual pleasure. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at Chris, his eyes hazy and satiated. A shy, satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“That was… fuck, that was amazing, Chris,” He murmured, his voice hoarse from his cries of ecstasy. He leaned in, nuzzling his head against Chris’, “If you ever want to watch me again… the door’s open.”

“I've been seeing a lot of greta fans using AI... NOT A COOL THING GUYS!!! ITS BAD FOR THE ENVIRONMENT AND ARTISTS IN GENERAL!!! ITS BAD FOR THE BAND!!”

Like who?

I don't really want to call out specific people but I will say it was mostly on instagram from what I saw. People posting AI art of the band and such. ALSO I will say showing Jake an AI edit of himself was strange. Idk who that was but I saw the video. I haven't been seeing as much of the AI art in the fandom as I was before but it's still around. I think people don't understand that even if you are stating that it's made by AI, it's still bad to use. I also just feel like it goes against the beliefs of GVF in general (age of machine for example), I would think. Idk this is just my 2 cents on it

wtf slow burn friends to lovers 80 chapter yaoi is this

Aw🤗 x

shit jr.

copyrighting neon dream as we speak

am I losing my mind or do they have matching necklaces. do yall see this.

the entirety of my tumblr is GVF, House M.D., and mamaposting. I love it here

“I’m a top” “I’m a bottom” okay? I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’m the archer

In The Woods Somewhere

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

CW: Portrayals of fear, being chasing, fear of the dark, fear kink, the wilderness, cursing, slight mentions of blood, mean and teasing Jake SMUT including: fingering, light choking, light overstimulation, kissing, biting.

Quick note: This one shot was inspired by Jake’s recent post of course, Hozier’s In The Woods Somewhere, and a certain scene from Lazarus… (for the full effect I’d recommend reading this after dark *wink*)

Summary: “Now, run.”

Word Count: 2.5k

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“What the fuck was that?” your voice trembles as you instinctively grab your boyfriend's arm.

He chuckles cooly.

Your eyes dart around the nothingness- the dark of the woods, unable to see even an inch in front of you. The moon is hidden by the thick canopy and not even a sliver of firelight can be seen. The only trace of it is the faintest smell of burning cedar, blowing past your nose with a wind that seems to whisper through the trees. Above all- the ripe smell of dirt. Like the earth is swallowing you whole.

The two of you walk along the trail, feet crunching over leaves, the occasional crackle of a broken twig. Besides the sound of the ground underfoot, and the rhythm of breaths, the world around you is silent. The kind of silence that begs to be heard. The kind that makes your ears perk up, ready to hear the faintest sound. Even the crickets seem to pause- expecting.

“Jake, I think there’s something out there,” you whine, squeezing his arm, pulling him into your side.

“Ow.”

“Sorry.”

You loosen your grip, still unable to ease the feeling of being watched. Your head turns to the left, searching the expanse of wilderness, expecting red eyes or the growl of a wild animal. 

“There’s nothing out there, Y/n,” Jake sighs, coaxing you to continue walking as you’ve stopped dead in your tracks. 

Straining your eyes ahead, you swear something moves. A flutter of light that flashes just for a moment. Your heart drops. The hairs on the back of your neck stick straight up.

“There!” Your finger points to the source of the light as you shield yourself behind him.

“I don’t see anything.” His head turns back to you, a smile evident in his tone. “Though good to know you’d let me die first.”

You roll your eyes. Jake takes another step forward, snapping a twig. The loud pop startles you, causing a yelp to exit your throat. You jump, nearly knocking him over.

Suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth, pulling you backwards to stumble into something. Your heart lurches, eyes widening. Your back hits the figure as you scream against the muted palm. No noise comes out.

“Shhh.” 

The hand releases its tight grip and you turn, getting a whiff of Jake’s familiar scent.

“If there was something out there, you’d lead it right to us, genius,” Jake teases.

“Jake, stop,” you spit out. 

“You wouldn’t want them to find you now, would you?”

Even in the darkness you can somehow see that smug smirk of his. You want to slap him. To wipe that stupid look right off his face. You place your hands on his chest, pushing hard. He stumbles back, laughing. You continue your walk up the trail. A few steps in you stop, waiting for him to follow- for the subtle crunch of leaves under his boots. You turn back. A silence- even quieter than before.

“Jake?” you ask the night. “Jake, come here,” you demand, words coming out tight with terror. “Where are you!?”

A sound cuts through the stillness. The quick rustle of leaves, just down the path. Your body freezes, your heart following suit, ears straining to hear even the faintest noise. Then again, a swift rattle. Closer.

“Jake,” your voice quivers, urgency slipping through clenched teeth.

The wind picks up. It seems to circle around you. With it comes the panic. It bubbles in your throat. You feel your blood race. You turn around quickly, searching every direction.

“When I fucking find you, I’m gonna kill you,” you shout under your breath, hoping he’s close enough to hear.

Just then, something grazes your hair. It’s so faint that you wonder if you’ve imagined it. You freeze, muscles tensing, equally waiting for the feeling again, and hoping it doesn’t come. You hold your breath.  

Out of nowhere something wraps around the back of your neck. It pulls you forward, right into something soft. Your lips fall onto Jake’s as you stumble into his chest. He kisses you deeply, other hand tracing over your cheek. His raised knee slots between your thighs. Your mouth slacks, dropping open as he grinds against your core. A shameless moan drifts into his mouth as he pulls his knee away. You’re about to protest when he grips your neck a little tighter, physically pulling your lips to rest right against his.

He whispers, voice teasing, dancing with arrogance, “Are you gonna kill me?”

“No,” you whisper back, trying to control your erratic breathing. ”Stop messing with me.” 

"Are you scared?" he drawls, the word stretched like a secret meant only for you, still barely audible. 

‘Stop it,” you warn again, unable to help the moan intertwined with your words.

Jake's laugh comes out sharp and cold. “Don’t be scared. I know these woods, remember? I grew up in these woods.”

With his firm hold on your neck, he spins you around until your back hits the trunk of a tree. A short gasp makes its way past your lips, eyes widening as his hand slides to the front of your neck. He applies a light pressure, testing the limits. His lips catch yours again.

“Or be scared,” he chokes out, breathlessly. “I know you like it. Just as much as me.”

His body presses flush against you. Something hard pokes your stomach. He groans into your mouth, like a depraved animal, unable to hold itself back.

His lips drift down. You feel the curve of a smile press into the side of your neck, just below his hand. His lips devour the skin. You feel a sharp pain as they nip at you, then the cold breeze traveling over the sheen of spit. 

He loosens his grip, whispering into your ear, “You think there's something out there, Y/n?”

A chill travels up your spine. Jake takes a step back, leaving your chest rising and falling heavily against the bark. You reach out to grab him, but you’re met only with air.

“Jake?”

You take a shaky step forward.

“Jake!?” You stumble, body spinning around, hands reaching out desperately.

A cold laugh bounces off the forest wall. It seems far away and close by all at once. You try to find the source of the noise, but it seems to circle around you, just like the wind. Your head turns in confusion.

“Jake you’re being mean. Where are you?”

All of a sudden, his body meets yours full force. He kisses you again, leaving no time to scold him. He walks you backwards while your lips search desperately for his. Your back hits a different tree, and this time your hands find his chest. They run along it, searching for some expanse of skin. Despite the cold michigan air, his infamous sliver of chest he refuses to tuck away, is exposed. Your hand runs along the smoothness. You whimper at the touch. Just then he grabs your wrist harshly, halting your movements.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” his voice drips with amusement.

“What?” you breathe. “Why?”

He chuckles again. “Come find me.”

“What?”

And just like that, you’re met with nothingness once again. His silent footsteps carry him away and you curse under your breath as a new feeling stirs low in your stomach. Something watches you, but it isn't any wild animal. Your eyes widen. Fearful exhilaration and adrenaline course through your veins. You walk blindly, heart thumping in your ears.

A twig snaps behind you. Your head whips to the noise. You decide to follow it, reaching your hands out. Your foot hits something hard, leaving your clumsy body falling forward. You catch yourself with your other foot. 

Jake seems to materialize, grabbing your waist to pull you into him. You cry out, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His other hand touches your stomach, traveling down to your leggings. His middle and index fingers twitch, pushing themselves over your covered core. You rest your head against his chest, sighing at the sudden pleasure.

“Oh my god.”

Jake’s hand slides back up to the waist of your pants before delving into them. His hand reaches under your underwear until he’s sliding against your slick.

“You like being scared,” he states, teasing, fingers circling around the wetness that’s pooled in your underwear.

He laughs at you again.

“Please,” you whisper, unsure of what it is you’re asking.

“Say it,” Jake demands, his fingers beginning to press up into you. 

You sigh again. His teeth catch your bottom lip, biting down with a sudden sharpness. When they release, your tongue darts along the sting, tasting something metallic and wet. You attempt to push your body down onto his fingers. He holds them back.

“Say it,” he grits out, lips lazily brushing against yours, searching for the softness of your kiss. 

“I like it. I l-like being scared.”

“Good.”

His lips curl into a smile. You feel your own face warm and blush. Pride twitches in your chest. You want what he wants. Always.

“Now run.”

Jake pulls his fingers back. Your knees wobble. You moan the loss of him.

“What?”

“I said-” he pauses, voice dropping into a low, unsettling calm. “Run.”

You choke on the air, chest heaving, head spinning. He takes a step back. Your dry throat tries to swallow. Your legs tremble as one tries to move. You feel your heart racing. You take another slow, blind step backward.

“Faster, Y/n.”

He takes a step closer. If you could see his eyes you’d find a madness in them. You turn around, feeling the weight of his presence looming. You begin to jog.

“RUN!”

A small cry escapes you as your legs stretch out, the wind whipping in your ears, cold air biting your skin. You hear footsteps behind you.

The thrill wraps itself around you, suffocating, intoxicating. Your heart races deliciously. A laugh slips away from you, sharp and wild. 

The crunch of leaves behind you quickens. Each of his strides worth two of yours as he closes the short distance. You urge your legs to run faster, feet pounding the floor of the woods. Closer, closer.

You taste blood in your throat.

With one deep breath, you leap forward as far as you can, and in that same instant, something wraps around your waist, pulling you back, hard. The wind knocks out of you. You fall back into Jake.

He keeps you pressed against his back with his arm secured around your waist. He holds you there firmly as his opposite hand slides back between your thighs. Your breath catches as the rough pads of his fingers graze your swollen clit. 

He kisses the side of your neck as his fingers rub fast circles over you. Your knees weaken and a dreamy moan sighs out of you. Your head falls back into the crook of his neck and he slides his finger down your slit. The single digit gathers up your juices before sinking deep into you. You gasp, reaching out to hold some part of him. Your fingers find the forearm that coils around your waist. You grip him tightly as his finger slides out of you, two plunging their way back inside.

The strong muscles of his hand work as he curls his fingers, tucking up against your soft walls. Your voice trembles in your throat as his name drifts near silently off your tongue. He begins a steady rhythm, his thumb grazing your clit with every thrust of his fingers.

“Should I make you run again?” he laughs, his own voice shaking from exhaustion.

“No,” you whine desperately.

“I won’t. As long as you say my name. I wanna hear it,” he sighs breathlessly.

“Feels so good Jake. Please, make me cum.”

Jake moans against your ear. You can feel his arm flex against your stomach as he pulls it harshly upward, each pull pressing his curled fingers tighter against your g spot, his thumb rubbing faster over your bundle of nerves. 

“Keep talking angel,” he chokes out, sounding lost and out of breath.

“I-fucking-love-you-Jake. Just please… please, plea-” you’re cut off by a moan that launches out of your open throat.

Something snaps inside you. Your legs begin to shake. Your knees give out, letting Jake carry your weight as you gush all over his hand. He works you even faster now, thumb tracing circles while his fingers curl tighter. His whole arm moves up and down, breath loud in your ears.

“Come on,” he grunts. “Give it to me, Y/n. Come on.”

“Fuck, fuck-k,” you moan, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back.

Jake bites your neck before soothing the sting with a slow lap of his tongue. You moan helplessly, unable to move from the searing pleasure. His name falls from your lips again and again until it breaks, sounding like a cry for help. He slows his hand down, still letting his thumb graze your clit. You twitch and writhe, held under his spell.

“You’re so messy,” he smiles, voice sounding dreamy as he kisses your neck again. “So wet.”

He lets his fingers slide into you one more time, the wetness making a loud squelch. You blush, pulling his hand away with a final jerk of your stomach muscles. A giggle flows through you.

You gently push off of him, testing out your knees as they wobble unsurely. You manage to stand, turning to face him. Your hand traces his lips. You wish you could see them. 

“Are you still scared?”

He lets your fingers explore his skin.

“No.”

“Hmm. But you liked it,” he grins, leaving no room for question. His hand lightly brushes your arm. 

“Shut up Jake.”

“I love you, Y/n.” He laughs. “Come on,” his voice lilts, the hints of a smile evident in his tone.

The two of you start to walk, letting the serenity of the wilderness wash you over. Coincidentally, you find yourself less afraid as you look out into the darkness. Just then you hear something wet. A quiet sucking sound. Your head tilts in confusion.

“Are you…?”

Jake lets out an obnoxious giggle.

“Fucking freak!”

A few minutes later, you reach the campground. Jake washes his hand with leftover water from his water bottle, then climbs into the tent. You climb in after him, finding him sitting over your sleeping bag, busying himself with the zipper. A flashlight hanging from the ceiling illuminates his face. You allow yourself a moment to stare at the sharpness of his features, carved beautifully by the low light.

“That was fun Jake.”

He finds the sound of your voice. His brows scrunch up, but his lips stretch into a smile.

“What was fun?”

“What do you mean what was fun?”

“What… you had fun on your bathroom break?”

He bites back a smirk.

“Jake, stop! You were just-”

“Yeah I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve been right here the whole time.”

His face cracks into a knowing smile.

“You’re an asshole,” you laugh, launching your body into the tent to tackle him. 

You fall right on top of him, erupting into a fit of giggles as he effortlessly pins you down. He attacks your face with a fit of kisses that you fail miserably to escape. After the both of you tire yourselves out, you rest into the curve of his body, lulling yourself into a peaceful sleep, void of any fears of the outside. 

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one of my fave josh things is how he went from being like "oh haha yeah i can be a bit of a diva if things dont go my way" in interviews to being like Good Morning Diva Nation, Commander Cunt Reporting For Today's Divadown in every post he makes

OH MY GODS??

cosmic kiss

alien!josh kiszka x female!reader

a/n: if this fic is familiar to you that is because i wrote it last year during spooky season & posted it to my old blog, stardustschords. i’ve added to it a bit and now i’m reposting. my best friend @alwayzthere helped me with the ideas here last year when i wrote this. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS.

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+. in this fic, josh is an extra-terrestrial being. all parties are consenting. josh has magic hands and an even more magical tongue. (i have added a disclaimer to the end in case the “plot twist” doesn’t make sense.)

tags: pls let me know if you’d like to be added or removed. @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @harmonyhous @obetrolncocktails @godlygreta @gardenvanfleet @singingmangoes @tripthelight-fanfic @theweightofstardust @teddiie @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz @jordierama

“aliens aren’t fucking real, daniel. you’re ridiculous. the fact that you drug me out into this cornfield in the middle of the night is bullshit!” you spew, angry that you’d once again agreed to danny’s shenanigans. apparently sam was unavailable, so daniel forced you to accompany him on his overnight attempt at proving aliens did, in fact, exist.

“i brought blankets and snacks!” he says, flashing you a warm smile, but you didn’t reciprocate. “it’s cold as fuck out here danny, this is so dumb.” you chide, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. you watch as he pulls out some filming equipment, and he giggles as you ask where he got it from. “i borrowed it from the twins.” he goes on to explain to you that cell phone cameras are less likely to capture paranormal or extra-terrestrial activity, so it’s better to use film cameras or disposable.

the twins were sam’s older brothers. jake was the younger twin, by five minutes, which josh made known every chance he got, and he was talented and musical and just fun to be around. josh, however… was a different story. to say you had it bad for josh was an understatement. he was theatrical, loud, and he carried himself with such a lovely, confident air. any time you saw his smile you swore you could take off in flight. you’d told daniel about your crush, but you could never tell sam, because you knew he’d rat you out.

you scoffed at daniel, scolding him for borrowing their equipment for such an idiotic idea. he shook his head at you before going back to setting up.

when he was done he helped you lay out the blanket, and you just sat with him for a while and talked. “danny, this is dumb. can we go home?” you question, but he shakes his head no. “we have to wait! i know aliens are real and i saw online that tonight was the perfect night. just be patient, y/n.”

“this is like when linus spent all night waiting for the great pumpkin.”

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you tried to be patient, but you fell asleep. you were convinced you’d been having some strange dream until you opened your eyes to a solid white room, and your body strapped to a very cold metal table. you blinked your eyes rapidly, unsure of what was going on, and you saw two people standing over in the corner.

in your dream, you remembered a bright light droning down upon you and danny, but after that, everything went black. the people in the corner walked over to you, and you noticed a strange looking woman and…. josh?

you looked over at him and he smiled at you, and all you could do was cry. “please let me up from this table, josh. this isn’t funny. you guys got your halloween prank.”

you saw the woman next to him, who had the strangest eyes you’d ever seen, jotting your every word down on to a notepad. “hello, young one,” josh stated, reaching out to wrap a strand of your hair around his finger, “i am not your friend josh. we are extraterrestrials, and i have taken the form of that whom you most desire.”

tears began to flow even more as you realized that danny HAD told josh of your crush. he looked over at the woman, who you’d assumed he’d hired on for the act, and made a face at her, to which she continued to write. “look, i know this is funny to you guys. i’m sure you probably hired all these people that you knew from your acting and had them help you set all this up, but josh, i’m begging you. please let me go home.”

“listen, pet. i’m sorry that this is confusing for you. since you don’t believe me, i can show you if you’d like.” he speaks, his tone soft and endearing. you shake your head yes at him, and he slowly reaches out to trace a finger up your arm. the moment his digit traced your skin, you felt vibrations begin to flow through you, and the place where he touched you began to glow iridescent.

you stare at him with a bewildered look, but he just flashes you that beautiful smile. “i know this is confusing, and you can still call me josh if you’d like.” you aren’t sure what to say, so you keep quiet. he turns to the woman and nods once and she exits the room. once she’s gone, josh unhooks you from the few wires attached to your forearms and lets the straps binding you to the table loose.

you rub your arms to soothe where the restraints had been and you looked over to josh - the alien - to see what he’d say next. you sat up from the table and glanced around the room. he smiled at you before reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear. “would you like to know why you’re here?” he asked, and you shook your head yes. you still only half believed this was happening. “i’m very interested in human-kind… and their carnal desires. because i can take the shape of your greatest desire, i’d like to know the reactions you’d give to him if he were to touch you. does that make sense?”

“not really,” you respond, “i still don’t really believe you. this is so weird.” he lets out a soft laugh and runs a hand along your arm, sending shockwaves through you. “you should trust in me, pet. i won’t hurt you” he says, leaning in to you to smell your hair. he places a soft kiss to your ear before asking, “is this okay? may i touch you?”

you nod your head yes and so he reaches down to wrap his hand around your wrist before squeezing it. you can feel the vibrations running up your arm again, matching your heartbeat and creating a deep thrum through your chest. his other hand glides along your jawline, cupping it, and he pulls his face away from your hair to make eye contact with you. before you can register what you’re doing, you grab him by the back of the head and kiss him, your lips meeting ungraciously.

you feel him laugh into your mouth before indulging you for a short moment. his lips are soft and pink and taste vaguely of strawberry, and though it may not be the real josh, you feel drunk from his kiss. he pulls away after a minute or so, and you can feel heat rise to your cheeks as you await his reaction. “i see you’re quite impulsive” he says, rubbing his hands up both your arms. you let a soft laugh fall from your lips before telling him, “i’d never have the guts to do that to the real josh.”

he stares at you for a moment before asking if he can continue, and you tell him yes. he leans back into you, pressing kisses to your jaw, and slowly starts to work his way down your neck. he skirts his fingers just below the hem of your shirt, and suddenly, you feel bold once again. you grab the thin material and whip it over your head, tossing it down to the floor. his eyes widen for a moment as he notices your lace bralette, but then he reaches a hand out to cup your breast over it.

he gradually begins to trail kisses down your neck and into the valley of your breasts before he slips a hand under the bralette and works it over your head himself. you let him take it off you and he throws it down to meet your shirt, and then trails even more kisses over your newly exposed flesh. you arch forward into his touch and you hear him hum in satisfaction as he latches his mouth around one of your nipples. the feeling of his mouth on you with the added vibration that you’re given from his touch is making your brain cloud, and you close your eyes so as not to get dizzy. he pulls away from you softly to ask you to look at him, and you try your best to keep your eyes open.

once he’s satisfied with the work he’s done on your chest, he continues down your stomach, dropping to his knees on the floor. he looks up at you through his eyelashes and you feel your heart melt, until he asks you, “may i taste you?”

you don’t think that you can ever speak again, much less answer his question with a single word, so you just nod your head yes and lean back slightly on the table. he slowly pulls your pants and underwear down your legs, and then he helps you position yourself so that your knees are bent and your feet are flat on the cool metal. he leans into you slowly, pressing kisses to your thighs, and then slowly begins to roll your clit with his tongue. you make eye contact with him and he takes it as encouragement to continue, and you mewl as you feel his strong hands wrap around your thighs to hold you closer to him.

at first when you feel his tongue prodding at your hole, you jump, but then your body melts into him as a wave of euphoria washes over you. at first it feels gentle, as it would if you were being eaten out by a normal human… but then it changes. you can feel the muscle begin to grow thicker and longer inside of you, and josh curls it upward to press into your g-spot. his grip on your thighs changes as he begins to radiate vibration back into you, and you’re sure the noises leaving your body are other-wordly.

you stare down at him, his face pressed into you, and you think you’re going to black out when he flashes you a wink. his tongue is so deep inside of you that you can feel it hitting your cervix, and you struggle against his grasp as you try to push yourself farther down onto him, if at all possible. you feel him laugh against you and the added vibration of his voice almost knocks you over the edge. every languid movement he makes inside of you pushes you closer and closer to your impending orgasm, but just before you cum, he stops. he moves his face away from you and stands, and you almost begin to sob from the loss of contact. “it’s okay, don’t cry,” he says softly, leaning back into your neck and kissing you, “we aren’t done. i just want to feel you cum around me, that’s all.”

he begins to suck and bite at your neck slowly, painting the skin with pink and purple marks. you’ll be glad to reminisce over those for the next few days. you grab his shoulders and push him backwards slightly before gripping your fingers into his hair and pulling him towards you, your mouth meeting his clavicle. you bite into it gently, because if you get marks so does he, alien or not. he moves slightly to lift his shirt over his head and you blush realizing that you’re completely exposed to him while he’s been fully clothed.

you watch him as he tugs his pants down his legs, following with his underwear. his cock springs upward against his abdomen and you find yourself blushing at the sight of it. it’s beautiful, like him, and you wonder if that’s what josh ACTUALLY looks like naked. as if he can read your mind, he hooks a finger under your chin and whispers, “what you’re seeing is what you get, baby.”

you lean back a little farther on the table and he places himself between your legs, slowly inching his cock towards you. you whimper as you feel him slide it through your folds and tap it against your clit. once he’s done teasing he pushes into the hilt, and the feeling of him buried inside you is almost enough to make you cum right then. he begins to rock himself in and out of you slowly, and you grab onto his hands and squeeze them hard. you’ve never been made to feel this way before, and your body isn’t sure how to react.

every inch of your body is slowly being coated with pleasure, and every movement from josh is a driving force tipping you over the ledge. “cum for me, it’s okay” he assures you, and you can feel yourself slipping after only a few moments of him fucking you. it doesn’t take long for him to cum either, his body working over yours with soft grunts and pants. once he’s finished he pulls out, and then sweetly helps you clean up before you slip into unconsciousness.

☆☆☆

your body jolts awake suddenly, and after rubbing your eyes a few times you realize you’re in daniel’s room. you look over to the floor and see a pile of blankets there, so you assume that’s where he slept. he walks casually through the door, scrunching his hair with a towel, and smiles at you.

“did you sleep okay?” he questions, and you give him a strange look. “i had this crazy ass dream, actually. how’d we get back here?”

he tells you that he got bored after you dozed off and decided the trip was dumb, so he helped you into the car and you just came back and crashed at his place. you nod, your focus still lingering on the dream you’d just had. “go get cleaned up,” he says, tossing you a hoodie, “we’re picking the kiszka’s up and going to breakfast.”

you walk down the hall to his bathroom and inspect yourself in the mirror, sucking in a sharp gasp when you see your neck littered with marks… so you hadn’t been dreaming all along. you wash up and change your clothes before meeting danny outside, slipping into the front passenger seat next to him. he makes the short drive to the boys apartment, and you laugh as you see them stroll outside.

jake hops in behind you, wishing you a good morning and giving you a soft smile before smirking at the marks you’ve got on your throat. josh clambers into the car next, scooting himself into the middle seat. he says nothing, but he has a playful grin on his face. next comes sam, and as he gets in the car he curses and tells josh to “scoot the fuck over.”

josh doesn’t oblige, but you can tell they’ve been bickering all morning because jake seems to have had enough. he grabs josh by the collar of his shirt and yanks him closer to his side, and your breath hitches in your throat as his left clavicle is exposed to you. a bite mark in the shape of your mouth is forming there, deep and purple.

josh doesn’t say a word, but he meets your gaze in the rearview before winking at you, and then sticking out his tongue tauntingly.

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disclaimer: josh was an alien the whole time. lived an entire life on earth as an alien. he probably is one in real life. who’s to say?