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s4no · 7 months

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TOKREV: STONER HCS

+ feat: ken ryuuguji, keisuke baji, mitsuya takashi, hanma shuji, seishu inui, sanzu haruchiyo, wakasa imaushi & shinichiro sano

+ cw: fem!reader, drugs (weed + cigarettes), nsfw themes (ptv, cockwarming)

+ summary: ever wonder what they're like when they get high?

+ a/n: i am smoking a blunt while writing this so ignore the typos

ಇ 𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. after a long day of grueling work, draken likes to relax by smoking a blunt. he'll roll it after he's locked up his shop and walk into your apartment with it behind his ear, his forehead and fingers smudged with motor oil. it's become part of your routine to walk up to him as he places it between his lips and light it for him, watching him take a hit and blow the smoke out to the side. you two pass it back and forth while he cleans up in the bathroom, and then relocate to the living room once he's done, lounging on the couch while discussing your day. the more he smokes, the closer he gets, subconsciously closing the distance and gravitating toward you. he gets touchy when he's high, and you hum as calloused hands absentmindedly wander over the curves and valleys of your body, tracing abstract shapes into your skin. and when you run out of things to talk about, you sit two there in a comfortable silence, merely enjoying each other's presence.

ಇ 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗝𝗜. the first thing baji likes to do when he wakes up is smoke, especially if it's the weekend. you'll wake up to him packing the bong, bathed in golden light pouring in through the window. "mornin', kitten." he grins down at you, sharp canines poking past his bottom lip, "wake and bake?" the rips he takes from the bong are impressive, and when you try to copy him, you inevitably end up coughing and sputtering. he always snickers and takes the bong from of your hands, rubbing his palm over the center of your chest. "breathe, baby, breathe." by the time you manage to catch your breath, he's finished packing another bowl— one that he single-handedly smokes before finally getting out of bed. without fail, his stomach rumbles and he shoots you a sheepish look, "you want breakfast? i'll make pancakes." throwing the covers off you, you run after him to the kitchen, knowing he'll most likely start a fire if you aren't there to help.

ಇ 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. mitsuya mainly smokes in social settings. whenever someone offers him a joint at a party, he always accepts it with a gracious smile. surprisingly, a little weed makes him even more charismatic than usual, and he's able to entertain the whole room without even trying. but he walks a fine line because once he's true and properly stoned, he becomes more introverted and ends up clinging to you like a lost puppy. you'll be dancing in the middle of the floor and he'll walk up to you and just throw his arms around you. "you high, babe?" you giggle, leading him toward the couch. "mhm, feel really good." he hums, and the next thing you know, he's pulled you down onto the sofa and buried his head in your chest. "so comfy.." it doesn't matter that his antics attract the stares of other partygoers, he will cuddle you in front of everybody and he'll do it without a hint of shame.

ಇ 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. hanma will swear up and down that nothing's better than a cigarette after sex. but sometimes, he takes it step beyond that— rolling a fat blunt and lighting it up while you two lay naked in bed. he's never embodied his tattoo more than he does when he blows the smoke out from his nose; he's the personification of sin and temptation with the blunt perched between his fingers. he offers it to you but when you go to take it from him, he lifts it up out of your reach. "you want a hit, doll?" there's a smirk on his face as he blows the smoke directly into your face, and it only grows when you start to pout. "open." you follow the simple command without hesitation and you're rewarded for it when he brings the blunt to your parted lips, holding it for you while you inhale. he doesn't miss the way your eyes turn glassy from the high. in fact, it makes him hard all over again and by the time he's putting out the roach on the ashtray, he's ready for round two.

ಇ 𝗦𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜. inui has a couple of guilty pleasures and one of them is smoking right before bed. he'll pick out an indica that's sure to help him sleep and pack his bowl full of it. you can visibly see the tension leech out of his body, his shoulders sagging lower with every hit he takes. most nights, he'll doze off after finishing it, but if he manages to stay awake long enough for you to join him in bed, he'll pull you close and wrap his arms around you. soft lips pepper kisses against the crook of your neck, and when you laugh and tell him it tickles, he tightens his hold on you and starts sucking a bruise into your skin. "this tickle too?" he murmurs, knowing damn well what he's doing. his hands slip beneath your shirt, squeezing your tits and playing with your nipples until they're poking through the fabric. then, he sheathes himself inside of you, making you warm his cock while he drifts off to sleep.

ಇ 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗬𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗭𝗨. sanzu is all about optimizing his pleasure and one way he does this is by smoking while he fucks you. you'll be on your hands and knees, back bent into a pretty arch as he thrusts against your backside. his pace is steady but brutal, one hand gripping your hip while the other lifts the joint to his lips. "mm, fuck.." he groans, voice raspy (from the smoke or how tightly you're squeezing him, you're not sure). "that's it— haah, yeah, that's it, angel. take this fuckin' cock." if he's feeling generous, he'll lean over you and extend the joint out for you to take a hit, but oftentimes, you're being fucked too hard to even think about accepting the offer. if, on the off chance, you are able to take a hit or two, you severely start to struggle holding yourself up. but he takes it in stride, pushing you down so your stomach is flat against the bed, cheek pressed against the sheets. "there you go, just lay down and take it."

ಇ 𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗔 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜. not only is wakasa a stoner, but he's also a plug. he stays stocked up with flower, wax, and cartridges; and he has a revolving door of customers at his disposal with tokyo university located half an hour away. he smokes several times a day every day, and he's built up an insane tolerance as a result. when you come over to hang out, he'll easily face a blunt while giving you your own to hit as you please. "you tryna keep up with me, princess? don't overdo it." but really, he wouldn't mind if you did. you're so cute when you're high out of your mind, so pliant in his hands. his teasingly lips brush over yours, so lightly it can hardly be considered a kiss, before he shotguns the smoke into your awaiting mouth. though, if you truly do start to get too faded, he'll pluck the blunt right out of your hands and put it out. "aht," he chides, "that's enough. can't have you greenin' out on me, can i?"

ಇ 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. shinichiro is a lightweight compared to his best friend, not because he doesn't have access to weed, but because he really only smokes it on special occasions. for his last birthday, wakasa brought over some wax and shinichiro could only blink when his friend pulled a blow torch out from his bag. after some convincing, he took several hits, but he nearly coughed up a lung in the process. that was the highest you've ever seen your boyfriend— too stoned to even keep his head from falling over against his shoulders. "you good, shin?" he nods slowly in response, eyelids drooping as if they're being weighed down by something heavy. he stayed on the couch for the rest of the day, asking you to make him something to eat every couple of hours. "shit.." he mutters to himself, "food really does taste better when you're high." you and wakasa got quite the kick out of his blissed out state.

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shhh-secret-time · 1 month

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Kyle Broflovski

26 y.o (He/Him)

Soul Synergy: Written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking

Headcanons:

☆ Going to college on a full scholarship and with his help from his parents

☆ Still works part time at Tweek Bros Coffee, he wants to earn his own way in life

》 This feeds his caffeine addiction

☆ He still plays basketball, it helps him blow off steam

☆ Has a habit of piling to much on his plate

》 Stan usually has to remind him to take time for himself, forcing him to relax

☆ Probably tried to major in law like his dad but at some point he decided he really hated it

☆ Switches to something like English and General Classes for now.

》 I can see him becoming an Author! (I'm projecting)

☆ He tries to visit home often, holidays, birthdays, and on breaks!

☆ Does everything in his power to NOT talk about school. It's the last thing he wants to think about and he doesn't want to make his mother stress

☆ He and Stan live closer to campus, they went halfsies on an apartment together

》 Kyle cooks -> Stan does the dishes

》 Kyle handles paying rent -> Stan handles the handiwork around the house

☆ Will participate in Stan's board game nights if he has the time

☆ Although he loves D&D night and will not miss a session if he can help it. (I'm projecting)

》 I like to think he eventually becomes a DM the more he takes writing classes. I see those two going hand and hand

☆ He started carrying the lighter when Stan picked up smoking and it's just always been in his pocket

☆ Comes in handy when he smokes weed

》 I don't see him as the kind of guy who buys it or owns a bong/bowl/whatever, but I think he'll smoke if offered. Anything to just relax.

☆ Because of that he always carries an inhaler for Stan. He knows his friend hasn't had an asthma attack since they were kids, but just in case

☆ Also brings little bottles of water, enough for the other three. (Even Cartman if he can convince the guy to even look at water.)

☆ I didn't draw it but he's definitely got an EpiPen for sure.

》 He's the mom friend, I don't know what you expected

☆ Carries his glasses in the case, but he can't keep his glasses clean at all

》 Somehow his phone is immaculate, baffling really

☆ Looks at his palm often, so he started wearing gloves again

》 He gets distracted to easily with it

☆ The font on his palm is golden, looks like ink melting when it changes

☆ The closer his soulmate is to him, the quicker the words change.

》 If he thinks about it too much, he panics because what if he starts thinking something stupid and his soulmate laughs?

》 After a while he stops caring and just accepts that it is what it is.

☆ He's very protective of his hands because of it, often keeping his hands in his pockets if he's not wearing his gloves

》 More like he's protective over his soulmates thoughts.

His hand finds the silver necklace around his neck, the pointed star of David digs into his palm. The blunt ends of each point reminds him to breath. He turns it over a few times, doing the same with the lighter in his pocket.

He catches it out of the corner of his eye, the font on his palm gleams and twists. Running down his pale skin like watercolor does a canvas.

'Kyle! I love you!'

Kyle let's out a little breath, it dissolves into a chuckle. That breath takes the tight feeling in his chest with it. The beautiful font leaves room for a smile.

"I love you too." He whispers to the palm, placing a kiss over the words.

(Here's the blank version! ♡ )

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onlyhuis · 2 months

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stoner!svt

their favorite forms of weed + random stoner thoughts

member — svt ot13 x reader genre — headcanons, humor word count — 1.0k warnings — descriptions of marijuana and smoking. there isn't anything explicit or suggestive in this, but my blog is 18+ so minors dni. but whether you're a minor or not, please do not take advice about drugs from strangers on the internet,, i am so unqualified and this is just a reflection of my own experiences so don't take anything here as fact. always use responsibly! notes — huge thanks to @wooahaeproductions @highvern and @gyuwoncheol for brainstorming this with me !! as tumblr's resident stoner huihui i have many more thots about stoner!svt so feel free to stop by my inbox with your ideas to chat 👀

one reblog = one joint hand rolled for you by minghao himself

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seungcheol: dab pen

big bulky man requires a big bulky pen. it hits harder and feels way more intense so he doesn’t care that it’s harder to clean. he also has a dab rig and he thinks it makes him cool and different because he and vernon are the only ones who actually know how to use it

jeonghan: weird shaped bong

he has to be Extra at all times so he has a surprising variety of odd shapes. the tentacle one on his dresser is his most interesting one for sure, but the one shaped like an arcade game machine with actual flashing lights is his favorite. he’s the king of princess treatment so he definitely makes everyone else light his bongs for him; why would he do it himself when there’s a perfectly good coups sitting right there?

joshua: fruity disposable thc pens

he’s made it his life mission to try every flavor once. los angeles is like the vape capital of the world so there is definitely no shortage of flavors for him to try. someone please pack him a normal regular unflavored bowl before all his clothes permanently smell like strawberry ice. he thinks he’s subtle but you can literally smell him a mile away, his scent enters the room before he does

junhui: literally anything

willing to take whatever you’re willing to give: you put any kind of weed in front of him and he’s gonna try it. he really doesn’t have a preference for what form it’s in, as long as he gets to do it with you <3 i can also see him trying edibles in different forms than the usual kinds, like the ones that come in a can like soda or a bag of chips. it’s hard to tell when he’s high because he’s the same amount of giggly as he always is, it’s like a 50/50 chance of whether he’s stoned or just silly

soonyoung: preroll joints

he tries so hard it’s kind of sad but also so funny. he takes one hit and coughs like he's been chainsmoking cigarettes for the last 40 years, then gets tired after 10 minutes and lays facedown on the floor until he falls asleep. he’s not invited to smoke with you anymore because he spills the bong water every single time without fail. he becomes the most giggly and cuddly person you’ve ever seen in your life; imagine drunk hosh, times ten. he sets up his tiger plushies in a circle and passes the joint around like he’s a 4 year old girl having a tea party. he starts crying if one of them feels left out so he has to count and make sure they all get an equal number of hits

jihoon: normal shaped bong

locks himself in and hotboxes the studio. he mostly does it to get out of his own head and chill alone for a while, so don’t even think about interrupting him. he’ll emerge from a cloud of smoke a couple of hours later with 2 new albums, god of light music: the sequel, and a solo for hoshi. he doesn’t let the other members touch his stuff or even know where he hides it

wonwoo: normal shaped bong (dirty)

i hate to play into the dirty gamer boy stereotype that he’s always written as… but he 100% never cleans it. it’s always byob (bring your own bong) when he invites you over because he may be with fine smoking a crusty bowl, but not everyone feels that way sorry dude

minghao: hand-rolled joints

he doesn’t trust anyone to roll but himself. he has fancy expensive organic papers that he got from an exclusive farmer's market and he treats it like an art form but honestly it hits way better when he does it so you don’t question his technique. a hand rolled joint from minghao is like a gift from god

mingyu: homemade edibles

vernon gave him a homemade rice krispie once and he swore it wasn’t hitting so he ate another one... and then passed out on the couch. after vernon gave him the recipe, mr. professional chef here decided he likes to bake them himself but somehow always ends up measuring it wrong and makes them way too strong. on accident or on purpose? we may never know. most likely both. he gets so high he can’t even stand up straight, most giggly and cuddly person you’ve ever seen #2

seokmin: cbd gummies

he takes them to relax or to help him fall asleep rather than to get super high. but he still wanted to feel included with the members who smoke so he tried to buy a cart one time but he bought a melatonin pen on accident instead and they never let him live that down

seungkwan: normal shaped bong (clean)

he takes good care of his stuff and he’s serious about it! he had a bad experience with mold once and now he’s paranoid about remembering to change the bong water. he cleans it daily and keeps everything nice and organized, and he has a bedazzled grinder because if he’s gonna smoke then he’s gonna do it in style obviously

vernon: also literally anything

he’s honestly down for whatever. he prefers smoking over edibles but he doesn’t care if it’s a joint, a pen, a bong. also depends on his mood but the majority of the time it’s whatever is the closest within reach and requires the least amount of effort

chan: 4ft tall bong

how? why does he have that? where did he get it? huh? those are all questions he doesn’t have the answers to either. it’s more of a mascot than anything; it sits in the corner of his living room like a lamp and he doesn’t even use it. he uses a regular bong the majority of the time but only because he’s afraid of breaking the sacred Tall Bong. it’s a big hit at parties

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toruvi · 1 year

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Getting blasted with Levi on 4/20 where he smokes you out for the first time. Well, initially it was an entire party planned by his roommate Erwin. You're merely neighbors but have hung around the two often enough that they invited you over. Though when it gets a little too hot inside the apartment and maybe a little too loud you just need to step outside on their patio real quick for a breath of fresh air.

And with that step outside comes a faintly cool relief of the spring air. Accompanied with the slow lo fi beats emanating from Levi's phone that lays on the table. Next to it, a halfway, meticulously packed bowl and the man himself fixing it. His eyes are faintly pink when they peer up at you. You nod toward him in acknowledgement, and he scoots over on the bench to give you a spot to sit down.

"So this is where you went."

He grunts, continuing his work as he chews on his bottom lip. "Hange took three too many shots."

You laugh, your shoulder brushing into his as you lean back. He gently pats the packed bowl down with the butt of his lighter, then offers it to you.

"Ah--I don't really know how to light it and stuff--uh. Furlan usually does it for me."

His brow raises. "Furlan? He just burns the entire bowl in one go. It's almost a waste."

"Is that why my lungs feel like they're on fire when he does it?"

Levi shakes his head with a low, barely audible chuckle. "Shit. He couldn't even bother to teach you? Here, hold this and I'll show you."

He leans in to hand you the bong and that's when you start to smell the faint scent of his cologne--hell, maybe even his laundry detergent.

"When I light, you inhale. When this gets filled with smoke," he taps over the bong gently in the gaps of your fingers. "You suck harder. Got it?"

You stare at the lighter in his veiny right hand for a bit too long without an answer.

"Hey."

Levi clicks his tongue and you blink away the string of thoughts threatening to flood your mind in this proximity.

"Yeah. Got it," you murmur. He stares for a couple seconds before clearing his throat.

"Ready?"

"Mhm."

When he lights, you do just as he said. He's watching intently as the flame flickers away, replaced with a gentler orange glow in the bowl instead. "Go slow--yeah. That's it."

The praise shoots a soft burn straight down your stomach. His voice lowers as his fingers hover over the bowl.

"Gonna take this out, then you can go harder, yeah?"

It's taking all your concentration not to choke on the air when your eyes meet his. They flicker between yours and your lips. The glass clinks as he lifts the bowl, and Levi looks at you expectantly.

"There you go... Good."

Well, it was good until the second line of praise really distracted you. You cough and hold the bong away. As if he was ready for it, he's taking it out of your hands with that same baritonal chuckle.

"Hm. Better than Furlan at least."

Grinning, you take a deep, clean breath. "Pft."

He takes a hit of the bong like an expert, easily allowing the high to wash over him. He leans back against the bench with you, tilting his head up whilst exhaling the long trail of smoke.

Whether or not he realizes it, his shoulder is pressed heavily into yours. There's even a slight tilt of his head against you.

"How're you feeling?" He asks, running his hand through his hair.

"Baked."

"Yeah, me too."

"You usually stay out here during the parties?"

"Prefer to smoke out here. It's quieter. Sometimes they can be..."

"A lot?"

Nodding, he moves to light the bong again. "Want another?"

You watch how the muscles shift in his shoulders as he reaches for the lighter. "Kay."

He blinks back you. Though it's brief, there is that glance down to your lips again. You wonder if he realizes it. You wonder what he's thinking. If they're the same things as you. The silent, tense.moments like that may be brief, but they're starting a little too hot of a flame for you to ignore.

Again, he offers the first hit. It's taken graciously. He repeats those encouraging words as a reminder of the initial lesson. Inhale slow, when he pulls out, go harder.

But when you try to huff out away from his face, his delicate fingers cup the side of your chin. His thumb keeps your mouth open. He leans in and you freeze, your chest hammering at how damn close he's gotten so suddenly. How you can now smell the spearmint gum he must've been chewing earlier. How the pad of his thumb stays perched on your skin... How those silvery blue eyes hold that expectant look again for an entirely different reason than earlier.

He instructs, so quietly you barely hear it over the boisterous laugher from inside his apartment.

"Go on."

Somehow, it clicks in your mind. You exhale and he allows the smoke between his own lips. They may not be touching yours but you swear you could feel them anyway. The high fills your head like the smoke he takes in, bleeds into every vein in your body and brain. After he blows away from you, Levi let's go of your chin. His cheeks have grown pink.

"Do you wanna--um," Levi hesitates, swallowing down what feels like his nerves. Funny, considering the move he just pulled on you. "Wanna stay the night?"

"Okay," you breathe, pressing your thighs together. Out of the corner of your eye, Levi's arm resting over the back of the bench flexes and shifts. His hand grips the wood tightly. "Yeah, sure."

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malewifesband · 23 days

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(passing you the bong) listen dude laios could absolutely get a goth no problem especially if they met on like a forum or something first instead of face to face hes a big specbio fan who would roleplay being a wolf online and can get down and bark in real life and you know for sure he's posting about like the roadkill he cleaned as a hobby and sells for cash hes not goth in the manga bc theres no goths there and frankly hed be physically uncomfortable in the fits in the here and now too but that dont matter. hed be the normie looking boyfriend to some hot goth that pisses other people off online bc they cannot pull a goth yeah could you pack another bowl that ones ash now (greens out a second) (regains consciousness) oh and you know theyd pull him around on a leash in public but like on a harness. bc he doesnt like how the collar touches his neck

#laios touden

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galaxywarp · 18 hours

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Day 63

(journal entry from 2 years ago)

one of the last times i saw him irl

when he was at his absolute worst

i went over to his place after he had messaged and called me a bunch. he was terrified that he was about to get raided by the FBI -- like they were about to kick down his doors. and he wanted me there, because if i had my medical marijuana card, he said they wouldnt take him away

and i just. cried the whole way there. knowing there was no raid. knowing he was just so scared and upset and alone and he needed me there

but it was so hard to go

the house was dark and quiet. he kept all his lights off. windows drawn. tv turned all the way down. hiding 24/7 and watching cameras

i sat next to him for awhile and tried to help him calm down. he asked me to take every last piece of potential paraphenelia out of his house. bongs. bowls. wraps. grinders. lighters. i said okay and we packed them all into a box

i told him i needed to get going not long after. i was getting so upset .... i wasnt gonna be able to hold it together much longer. i felt i was going to explode

and he looked sad i was leaving

weakly protested but then agreed when i said i needed to get to the pharmacy before they closed

and he hugged me

he hugged me. he was clinging to me with shaky hands and his voice was trembling and he said "im sorry for dragging you into this"

and i hugged him back so tight and rubbed his back and i told him its okay and that i cared about him a lot

and then i left . and drove a long time. and cried the whole time.

im 63 days clean from meth.

#personal #uuuuhhh maybe like if u read this one? hh

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specialinterestshows · 3 months

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Share a bowl with a beautiful woman in this newest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Anxiety, cannabis (weed)

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 62 of ?): Heart And Sol

It’s okay, you haven’t done anything wrong. Nothing sexual is going to happen, so there’s no reason to message Rhea about it, you reassure yourself as you nervously scrape hash out of the metal grooves in your grinder. Your newly-cleaned bong - bowl already packed - sat on the table in front of you. Despite having spent most of the day making sure your apartment was spotless, you still had anxious energy to spare; better to keep moving, rather than let it get to you.

The sudden buzz of your phone on the table nearly made you drop your grinder. Setting it down instead, you check the message:

“Just parked, which one is yours again?”

Rather than typing your reply, you hurried out the door and looked around until you spotted a slightly beat-up blue truck with rainbow beads hanging from the rearview mirror.

Stepping out of the driver’s seat, Marisol looks down at her phone before scanning the apartments. The sight of you waving from your door made her smile, tucking her phone into her bag and locking the car before making a beeline for you.

“Que tal, pretty lady?” she winked at you through loose crimson curls, curtsying with an imaginary skirt when you held the door open for her.

What she actually had on was a pair of black cargo shorts. You tried not to stare at the waistband of the boxers peeking out of them, only allowing yourself a brief glimpse of her curves and stomach that her tight crop top failed to cover as she walked past you. Did she have a tattoo on her lower back?

The warmth in your face was difficult to ignore - but you did your best.

“Feel free to start that bowl while I get us some water,” you say, noticing Marisol looking at the bong as she set down her bag.

“She’s a beauty,” Mari picked up the bong and took a closer look as you walked across the apartment.

“Thanks! My girlfriend got it for me,” you say without thinking.

“You have a girlfriend?”

The question makes you pause just as you duck into the kitchen.

Popping your head back into the room, you explain.

“I do, but we’re in an open relationship,” you try your best not to let your words run into each other in your rush to reassure your guest, “Polyamorous relationship? It's still a bit of a new situation for me.”

Standing awkwardly, you waited for a response.

"So how many girlfriends do you have?" Marisol asked, not seeming too phased.

"Just one," you reply, "She has a boyfriend too, but I’m not with anyone aside from her."

"So you have room for another girlfriend."

It was a statement, not a question.

Sitting down on the couch with a grin, Mari missed your stunned look, focusing instead on using the bong and lighter in front of her. You weren’t sure what sort of response you expected, but hers wasn’t even on your list of possibilities.

The sound of smoke being pulled through the water made you remember that you still had to get drinks and you unfroze, stepping into the kitchen again.

Two filled glasses later, you were sitting next to Marisol on the couch and she was passing you the bong.

“I’m packing the next bowl,” she informed you as you took a hit.

“My weed isn’t good enough for you?” you ask, feigning offense as you exhale and fill the space between you with smoke.

“Mira, you got me all wrong if you think I’m smoking with anyone and not contributing,” she replied as you handed her the bong.

You watched as the lighter’s flame dipped into the green, half-charred bud before leaving a glow in its wake. Thin tendrils disperse into the air as the bowl is removed to take in the hit.

Setting the bong aside and turning to you, Marisol pointed to her mouth, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. Feeling your heart beat faster, you nodded and closed your eyes while leaning in for a shotgun.

Her soft lips pressed against yours, parting them as she exhaled. Sucking in the smoke, you felt Mari’s tongue flit toward yours and her hand hold your face before sliding down to your chest, making you moan.

Fighting your instincts, you moved her hand and pulled away to look into her eyes through the thinning cloud of smoke between you.

“Not this time,” you tell her, breathless and trying not to apologize, “It’s not that I don’t want to, just- I have to give my girlfriend a heads up.”

Mari nodded as she let you have some space, “No te preocupes, hermosa - there’s no rush.”

Relieved, you gulp down a long drink of water to quench your sudden thirst before taking a hit of your own from the proffered bong.

As soon as the bowl was cashed, Marisol set to work packing another, waving you away when you tried to tell her she didn’t need to.

“So what’s she like?” Mari asked, hands working expertly to maneuver the flower.

“Sorry?” you were starting to feel the last bowl already and couldn’t remember whether you had been saying something or were just thinking very loudly.

“Tu novia,” she clarified, opening the kief compartment of her grinder as your thoughts turned to Rhea.

“Powerful… sweet… passionate,” you felt yourself blushing when you thought of all the ways in which that last descriptor fit her.

“She’s just… an absolute smokeshow.”

[end part sixty-two of ?]

Part 63: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/742886924340117504/absolute-smokeshow-part-63-of-the-best

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Yesterday I had no power and had to roll my J’s by pattern powered candles and boil water for my whores bath so I could be clean to go into the office today.

I get into the office with my boobs boobling excellently and office crush still leave the office with giving me a little good bye kiss kiss.

I had to work late today so I got home at 8 pm and now the building management emails me saying that we have no hot water for the next couple days so here I am boiling more water for another whores bath.

Give me something nice that will soothe the simmering rage within my soul 🔫 😤 or I’m barring you from post anything else.

You can surprise me but make it snappy

-👹

So you can send Tumblr asks but you can't answer my texts? I hate you. This is just for you specz with your stupid little neighbor OC.

You slip out onto your fire escape, and kick the plywood flooring you laid down back into place. You collapse into the folding chair you set out and grab the bong off the garden table, flicking the lighter to try and catch the spare weed still left in the bowl. You're just letting your first lungfull of smoke out when your neighbor's window opens.

She flashes you a smile and you give her a small wave. She gets settled in her own lawn chair, puts her laptop down and picks up the grinder off the table to check the contents. She's good at sharing, and she's got great weed, you wonder where she gets it. Some chick with a fucked up garden, she told you once. She taps the ash out of the bowl and repacks it, you pass her the lighter as she presses her lips to the top of the bong.

Which means you have about 10 minutes before her weird ass boyfriend comes looking for her. He's a clingy one, but she likes him for some reason, so you avoid calling him anything more than a big spooky mother fucker.

She tips her head back to blow smoke rings, tapping the lighter against the side of the bong as she does. You lean back in your chain and kick your feet up onto the railing.

"Fuck this shit is choice," she breathes, looking over your lighter, "you make this?" She hold the lighter up for you, as if you haven't seen it before.

"Was a gift," you snag the dog patterned lighter back from her, the thief has already nicked 3 other lighters from you and you're not going to lose this one. She shrugs.

"What are we watching?" She pulls her laptop onto her lap, and opens it up.

"New Girl," you shimmy down in your chair, grab the bong again as you settle in to watch, "you sure you're have time before your boyfriend comes to find you." She waves you off, plugging the show into the search bar.

"He's fine, I told him I was coming out here."

"Don't you have a baby?" You frown.

"It's up for debate," she hums, settling the laptop on the garden table as the theme song plays.

"How is a baby up for debate?"

"Depends on what's going on in the story."

"I mean this with all the love in my heart," You take a solid hit and hold it while she stares at you with a raised brow. Sometimes you think if she wasn't so pretty she wouldn't get away with half the shit she does. You let out your smoke with a huff, "you are clinically insane, what the fuck are you talking about?"

#ghoul speaks #oc: love #tw drug use #weed #👹 anon #sister tag #oc: heck #spec i hope you like this shitty little bedtime story

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