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learningfromlosing · 1 year
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One of my favorite grinders
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He has an ashtray in his head 🥹
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godsg111rl · 1 year
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ftmtftm · 8 months
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Anyway I'm kinda in a silly mood because the hippes were right about a lot of things and weed is one of them and I'm thinking about the 60's again and how much I love !!!! learning about that era of activism. I can and will (healthily and critically) romanticize the political organizing of the 60's, 70's, and early-mid 80's !! (shit gets more than a little fucked in the late 80's and into the 90's during/post Reagan and I don't wanna talk about it, it makes me sad)
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crispysinnsawwce · 2 years
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ƬIGΣЯ ᄃΛKΣ 🐯🍰
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the-august-one · 1 year
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Oh fuck... The edible hit me just as I was pulling up music and saw that Pink Floyd JUST today released a newly remastered album of their Dark Side of the Moon album at Wimbledon in 1974.
Excuse me while I engage in such a cliche cliche
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nothankyoupleasee · 2 years
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For the Stranger Things season 4 premier, I got me some of this mindflayer. 🍃😝✨
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Ayo for those of you that smoke/ingest weed, how much on average do you use? I’m starting to use at least 1 cartridge for my box mod per month and I’m not sure if that’s overdoing it. This month I’ve already bought 2 cartridges (almost halfway done with the second one rn yiKES) and a small portion of edibles (the edibles were purchased on impulse lol). But I’m curious, what is your “normal” routine with weed?
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I may be in a funk but I'm celebrating 420!
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punkitt-is-here · 1 year
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me and my bf were talking about fluttershy probably being terrible at smoking weed and that evolved into the idea of pinkie pie giving her the worst high in her life
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mattstunsgf · 24 days
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based on this request
texts with flirty bff!chris
in which you flirt back and chris is at loss for words (which doesn’t happen very often)
suggestive!
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drowsywaifu · 6 months
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Can I bounce my ass on your cock?
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comradekatara · 2 months
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happy belated valentine’s day they mean so much to meeeee
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weirdmageddon · 4 months
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kiki and bouba are part of the endless cloud of dichotomies under the tao yin/yang
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crispysinnsawwce · 2 years
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ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯, 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 🥴✂️🖤🖤
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ratfest · 2 months
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hazyhae · 5 days
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stuffy | ljn
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plug!jeno x fem!reader
summary: the only way you see him is in the low lights of his stuffy room, but you can't stop coming back for more.
wc: 1.8k 18+ mdni
cw: fwb to ???, dom!jeno, mostly smut, angst, fluff at end, weed use, shotgunning, mentions of addiction (not weed), protected pinv sex, big dick jeno, fingering, edging/overstim, light slapping like once, pet names: baby, pretty, good girl
happy jeno day and belated 4/20! ♡
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you’re addicted.
you never were one to smoke, to drink — to indulge in substances that altered your mind. never one to indulge in people who altered your mind.
yet every saturday, your legs take you to the house at the end of the block, up the stairs, and down the hall to a door on your right, plastered with a plain black sign reading “do not enter.” you knock anyways, knowing that sign doesn’t apply to you — he knows you’re coming.
when your knock is not answered, you press your ear against the door, trying to listen to check if he’s in there. he’s always in there, but the music blasting downstairs doesn’t make it any easier to figure it out. you close your eyes, turning to lean your forehead on the door.
should you go home? it’s not too late to. maybe it’s time to break this cycle.
your thoughts distract you from the steps leading to the door, and you almost fall forward as the door opens abruptly, the pungent scent of weed hitting your nose almost immediately. strong arms steady you as you look up.
“took you long enough.”
his deep voice, made even raspier by the flower in his lungs, sends a wave down your spine. ah, yes. there’s no way you could miss out on him, knowing that if you did go home, just the thought of being in his arms would send you running right back.
“hi, jeno.”
he leads you in, closing the door behind you. his room is a bit stuffy as always from the constant hotboxing, and you take your usual spot on his bed as he packs you a fresh bowl, wordless as his hands do all the work.
it’s always like this — quiet, yet with an understanding you hope is shared by only you two. you know he hates when people are too loud, and if you’re being honest, you don’t really know what to say around him.
he hands you his bong, painted with his initials, and lights the ground leaves for you as you press your lips to the mouthpiece. you’ve done this enough times since the first time he taught you to, and you let the chamber fill with smoke. he takes the bowl off, letting the smoke jet down your throat, and you take it.
“that’s good, baby.”
his praise sends shivers, and you take more and more hits, wanting to hear more, even if you know he won’t say too much. but even if he doesn’t say anything, the smirk on his face lets you know he’s proud.
“hold that one in,” he instructs as you take your nth hit, having lost count a long time ago. he comes closer to you, and with a firm grip on the back of your neck, brings your face closer to his until your lips are just hovering. the smoke threatens to seep out of your mouth, but you hold on for him. he pecks you on the lips before tapping you lightly on the cheek.
“good girl, now give it to me.”
you let go, and jeno crashes his lips into yours, letting the smoke seep out between your messy mouths, your highs making everything just so sloppy. his hands snake around your waist, hands trailing up to explore the skin under your shirt as his lips remain attached to yours.
you let him do this every time, and you want him to. every day of the week feels like a waiting game for the next time you’ll have his hands on you, hazy bodies of even hazier minds intertwined in his stuffy little room.
your clothes come off, and so do his, with some mention of the stuffiness, but your mind is just focused on jeno. his glossed over, red eyes peer into yours as your gaze follows his trail of kisses down your chest, to your abdomen, and finally settling between your legs. he spreads your folds, grinning to see you already glistening for him.
“you wanted to see me so bad, didn’t you, pretty?” his thumb trails lightly up and down your slit as you gasp at the contact, moaning at how just the lightest of his touches can send you into a frenzy.
while jeno values silence, it irritates him in bed. he asked you a question. his thumb dips into your entrance without warning, starting to stretch you out. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, everything being even more heightened by the drugs coursing through your blood.
“answer me.” his thumb moves in and out, other digits going to rub circles into your clit. “you didn’t want to see me?” he coos with a slight fake pout.
“no!” you finally snap out of your high daze temporarily to answer him. jeno chuckles. he thinks you’re so cute like this, so pliable and needy for him. “i wanted to see you, was thinking about it all week.”
“oh yeah?” he asks, one of his hands leaving to pump at his already hard member. “was thinking about you all week, too.” both hands leave you, and you whine at the loss of contact, but jeno just slaps at your thigh lightly.
“be patient, you’ll get what you want.” you hear rustling, and look down to see him lowering a condom onto his member. your mouth drools at his size, sitting heavy in his hand as he hisses at the tight rubber. if you could take a picture, you would, but for now you’ll settle for burning it into your memories.
he doesn’t immediately enter you, going back between your legs. he rubs up and down your slit with 2 long fingers before pushing them into you. like earlier, the intrusion sends shocks, but each ridge of his knuckles has your mind reeling. he slowly pushes them in and out, curling his fingers up every so often as you writhe beneath him.
with how sensitive the weed makes you, you know you aren’t gonna last long, especially when he starts thumbing at your clit again. but jeno knows what he wants. his fingers move faster and faster — he knows he’s good with his hands, and his lips curl up as he feels the familiar pulsing.
your legs start to writhe more and more with each thrust and swipe, and you can feel the band in your stomach tightening and tightening, threatening to snap. eyes rolling up, you are just seconds away from your peak —
you gasp as he rips his fingers out of you, almost crying at the loss, only to get the wind knocked out of you as something else, way bigger and hotter, enters you in one swoop. your mouth opens, but no sound comes out as you cum hard.
jeno groans as he feels your tight cunt pulse around him, even more turned on by you cumming from him just entering you. he has to compose himself, also super sensitive from the weed. but this is what he wanted — feeling you wrapped around him, inner walls massaging him. he takes pride in the way your body reacts exactly like he wants it to.
“so fucking tight.” your pussy is gripping firmly as your hands fist his pillows beneath your head. he plants his feet, making his way down to kiss you as his hands interweave with yours, pinning your hands beside you.
“take it, baby.” his hips start to move. “i know you can.”
in no time, his hips begin to piston, deep grunts in time with the moans leaving you, sensitive and overstimulated cunt taking all of him in, doing exactly what he told you to. you always do what he tells you to. every snap of his hips has you seeing stars, hands holding onto his for dear life.
he’s not gonna last long, grunting and panting at the feeling of your pussy tightening even more at the onset of another undoing. your cries get louder and louder, unable to form any words as his movements numb your mind further and further.
“f-fuck, always so fucking good for me.” his hips start to get uncoordinated, but a harsh stutter has you cumming around him once more. he grits his teeth as his hips slap against yours harshly, cumming with a loud groan as his hips still.
he twitches a bit as he comes down, moving his gaze to you catching your breath as your eyes flutter. he plants a deep kiss on your lips before hissing at the feeling of his softened member leaving you.
separating from you, he removes the condom, tying it and chucking it into the bin next to his desk. he puts on a t-shirt and sweats, and silently walks out the door, glancing at your spent form on his bed.
you’ve caught your breath, and your heart sinks as you realize it’s your time to leave. to wait another whole week before you can do this again. to go through the motions of dealing with this desire for a man you only know in the low lights and stuffy feeling of his room or from the orders he drops off weekly to your roommate.
you know can’t overstep, so you reluctantly get up to put your clothes on, assuming that as always, he’ll come back long after you’ve left.
you finish dressing, but the door opens again before you even reach it. jeno stands there, two cups of water in his hands. why is he back so soon?
“sorry, was on the way out.” you move to brush past him, but to your surprise, he blocks your path.
“here.” he offers you one of the cups, and your eyes move from the cup up to his face. an expression you’ve never seen on him before graces his features, and he looks almost.. shy? you take the cup gratefully, and take a sip as jeno closes his door. your eyes follow as he climbs on his bed to open the only window in the room, letting a pleasant breeze in.
he looks back at you, patting the bed next to him.
“stay over?”
you move on autopilot, unable to deny him as you climb into his bed. as you close your eyes, resting in this warm embrace, once cold and temporary, you hold on tight as he lulls you to sleep. your thoughts are all over the place, but of one thing you’re sure.
you’re addicted, but so is he.
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a/n: surprise!! it's almost 2am rn and i have so many things on my writing list but was somehow miraculously able to get this out really quickly for jeno day!! i wanted to make him a scarier plug and end the fic sadly but u all know me.. i cant do that :'o i've been kind of less active bc i've been super busy and tired recently, but i hope everyone is doing well! feedback and shares are always appreciated
-coco♡
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