groggyvanfleet

[groggyvanfleet]

totally not writing the most toe curling smut with my boyfriend not even 5 inches away from me

(also hiiiiii im bacccccckkkkk!!!)

#im about to make this man act it out #personal #greta van fleet smut

[groggyvanfleet]

(hellloooooo! i’m back!!! i remember this request coming in during halloween but knowing me i can’t keep up with writing because of life so i decided with what time i had i somehow produced this in like two days so very unedited but im so sorry its short, anyways enjoy and as always love groggy <3)  

summary: sex demon and jake. that is all. 

(warnings dry humping, 18+ minors kick rocks, sex demon, not a whole lot.) 

word count: 851 (im sorry i know it’s short.) 

Humans are fascinating subjects to watch from afar, always never knowing their next move if the subject lives a impulse controlled life or simply sticks to the safe side to live a long happy life. You loved the impulse led ones, they were your favorite, always keeping you on the edge of your seat with their choices but one human in particular caught your attention. He’s beautiful, almost as if Michelangelo had carved him out of the most purest marble that could hold no flaw. He fascinated you, full of energy that would infiltrate your nostrils and give you the best high of your life, better than any drug known to man he was your favorite. You’d watch from afar, never letting your presence be known but still close enough to feel the energy radiate off him in waves, till one night you simply couldn’t take it anymore, the feelings overcoming your body, you had to do something. 

You waited in the shadows of his abode, watching as he marched through the door, slinging his keys into the designated bowl beside the entryway with a huff. He was frustrated, exhausted, and extremely turned on. You could feel the sexual energy flow out of him as he moved around the house. You noticed that whenever he had stressful days was when he would come home and relieve his frustrations with his pants around his ankles, those were your favorite days. How you yearned to touch his smooth skin and feel every inch under your fingertips yearned that it was your hand pleasing him and not his own. 

You watched as he did his routine, waiting for the most anticipated part that never came. You were angry watching as he settled into bed, turned off the lamp and fell into a slumber. 

Time for some intervention you thought to yourself as you presented yourself out of the shadows. Reaching the foot of the bed you carefully placed both hands on the smooth sheets, slowly crawling on top of him with expertise till you were sitting on his groin. You sat there for a minute, studying the features of his face that were illuminated by the moonlight, he was truly beautiful. Bringing your hands up to his temples you brushed his hair away, letting yourself infiltrate his mind to begin your master plan. His mine was easy to gain access to, almost too easy to be honest. He must have some dark fantasies for you to gain access that easily, it made you smile. 

As you begin to plant little seeds of dreams of pleasure you could feel his cock starting to stir underneath you, growing harder as each second passed till he was fully hard. What really caught your attention was the small whimpers coming from the man underneath you, music to your ears as you continued. 

“I can feel how much you want me.” you leaned down and whispered in his ear your tongue tracing the shell of his ear making him shiver in his sleep, your hips beginning to grind down onto him. You’ve never craved someone so much in your eons of existence but, he wasn't ready so this would have to suffice. 

His hips begin to buck up into yours as the fabric of his sleep pants catching your clit gives you delicious friction making you bite your lip to stifle a moan that threatened to come out. You moved off him, deciding that you had completed your work and was now ready to watch the events unfold. Sitting on the metal bar that was at the end of the bed you watched him turn over and began rutting his hips into the bed, completely taken over by your actions. 

“That’s it sweet boy, use the sheets to make yourself cum for me.” you said, your body temperature rising at the scene unfolding before your eyes. He was desperate, his hips moving to chase his high all while still asleep. His whimpers turned to moans as his cock rubbed against the fabric, you've never envied a bed more in your life than this moment. 

“Please.” He whimpered, making you shiver as you know the woman in his dream was a conjured version of yourself, making you fill with pride as he was basically begging you to let him cum. 

“Are you close sweet boy? You want to cum?” you said, moving close to his ear to whisper the questions to him. A loud moan was his response as he hit a sweet spot on his cock. Sweat glistened on his skin as he worked himself into a frenzy. You brought a hand up to his forehead, your fingers brushing his hair away, the action making his eyes flutter open and sit up straight with a heaving chest as you fell back into the shadows. You watched as he rubbed a hand over his face, attempting to wipe the sweat that was collected above his brow, a smirk playing on your face as he sat against the headboard, pulling his pants to his knees and fisting his cock with languid strokes. 

#greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #danny wagner smut #sam kiszka smut #jake kiszka fanfic #jake x reader #jake kiszka smut

[groggyvanfleet]

@sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine totally forgot about this till i saw the reblog and i have the day off so. GROGGY COMIN BACK FOR HER MONTHLY APPEARANCE

(I'm bored at work) and I just got the perfect vision of a scene for the succubus/dream projection anon idea(+your tag about sub!Jake):

So she's perched on the edge of his bed, just out of reach. And he's enjoying a good dream she's conjured for him. And as he's pitifully rutting into his bed, wimpering, she reaches out and brushes the hair off his face without thinking. And his eyes flutter slightly and she vanishes.

(dEAR GOD)

[groggyvanfleet]

when did will poulter start looking like THAT?

#it’s 4am help me

[groggyvanfleet]

“I mean, it’s not like the whole ‘vampire’ thing came as any surprise. I’d known that for a while. I was just surprised by how much I ended up liking it…”

[groggyvanfleet]

everytime someone writes and portrays jake as this mysterious asshat with a ego that could fill a hot air balloon, i imagine this jake.

thinking about jake in this interview and this interview only

[groggyvanfleet]

how do i physically inject meet the master into my veins. asking for a friend.

[groggyvanfleet]

I'm experiencing brain rot

[groggyvanfleet]

Some day I'll be out back in my garden, and my partner will come home from work. It's a warm summer day so we still have plenty of sunlight left to spare. We'll sit on the porch and drink lemonade, talking about our day. We'll look into each other's eyes with that sort of warmness you only get from someone you really love. We'll hold hands, we'll smile, we'll be at peace. <3

[groggyvanfleet]

hey it’s me, making my monthly appearance and all i gotta say is

greta van fleet got me 12 different types of fucked up.

good night.

#greta van fleet #what the fuck #i’m done #gone #don’t call don’t text

[groggyvanfleet]

[groggyvanfleet]

feral. i am feral.

be so fuckin forreal right now

[groggyvanfleet]

[groggyvanfleet]

so i’ve deemed that i’m back in my pedro pascal era and kylo ren era. thank you tiktok editors.

#screaming into the void #pedro pascal #kylo ren #got me giggling and shit

[groggyvanfleet]

friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good

[groggyvanfleet]

“colleen hoover is the new modern day jane austen” “emily henry is the new modern day jane austen” “tessa bailey is the new modern day jane austen”

[groggyvanfleet]

kim. i love you. but. GET OUT. RIGHT. NOW. NO MORE IPAD.

i fuckin love bluey

Whatever you think about, don’t think about Sam laying his child across his lap and tickling them.

“Alright, ladies and gents, time to play the piano!” He’d say before drumming his fingers along his child, making them giggle as they struggle to get away. “I’m sorry, everyone, but my piano seems to be trying to crawl away.”