#by stoners for stoners

[smollkittykat]

Cas laughs, soft and gentle as he rolls the spliff calmly. His gaze shifts from his hands to Dean in tandem, trying to show the Winchester that he was still paying attention.

At first Dean wasn't a big fan of Cas' newer habit. The smell reminded him of high school bleachers and the outside of clubs it's insides he has last seen 20 years ago.

Also he felt protective of Cas, a different 2014 where Cas would slowly fade away to addiction echoing uncomfortably in Dean's mind, The first few weeks he saw Cas rolling or smoking.

But he's deconstructing that train of thought, slowly but steadily.

Because Dean had been a raging alcoholic for most of his life and Cas was an ancient being who could make his own decisions.

Also, Cas says it helps. Helps with the pain in his wings caused by his tattered wings, with the quiet of angel radio and with tickling this soft laugh out of Castiel's throat when he tells hunting stories.

[vivitalks]

best types of brennan NPC

autism haver

stoner

frat bro who has unlearned hypermasculinity so hard that he's gone 100% the opposite direction about it

anticapitalist proletarian

the most insane person you've ever met

[letterful]

[ditzybat]

tim: sweet dog you got there. gordon: yes, this is our new drug-sniffing dog. tim: still training huh? gordon: red robin.. what do you mean? tim: ... tim: nevermind...

[sneakystoner]

just like us ❤️

[kingzombear]

Zooble Dooblez cuz I'm hype for Ep 3 teehee

[kiatoru-archived]

"fuuuuck," choso groans, long and drawn out. he tosses his head back, a plume of smoke escaping his lips, his joint hanging limping from his fingers. he uses his free hand to grip and knead at the fat of your hip before raising his palm and bringing it down hard on your ass.

you let out a high pitched squeal and clench around him.

"cho," you whine, pretty tears collecting on your lash line.

"come on baby," he whispers, taking another drag from his joint and gently blowing it at you, "ride me harder, make yourself cum on my cock, gorgeous."

your lungs burn as you inhale the excess smoke and you gyrate your hips faster. choso moans loudly and bucks his hips up into you, making your clit grind against his happy trail. fat tears pour down your plump cheeks.

"s' deep, s' deep!" you moan and squirm above him as his tip nudges against your sweet spot.

"fuck," he growls, dropping his joint off the edge of the couch in favor of gripping your hips, "stop runnin' from my dick baby, gotta fill you up."

you choke and sob, trembling above him and clinging to his shoulders, whining and moaning over how good it feels.

"take it all baby," he mumbles, lips pressed against your ear, "m' not stoppin' till i cum s' deep in this pussy that she never forgets me."

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Businessman + Stoner Reader Blurb

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"Hey, Y/n- Who's that guy that's been hanging around by your apartment?"

"My stalker."

....

"Okay, so who is he really?"

A well suited man, dressed from head to heel in designer brands of which retail price could cover the combined rent of your small friend group. That is- Excluding you. An early birthday present, he called it - buying your apartment from out under you while you were slaving away rushing to pay your dues before the late fees caught up to you again.

A smaller portion of you questions why he fancies watching you from the window when he has a key to your front door- That rational fraction of your brain fades with every puff of smoke you treat yourself to at his expense.

"You're telling us you're being hounded by a man who could buy and sell you, and you're just okay with it?"

"Even if I went to the cops, what is there to say?" Shoulders relaxing, you fish through the many pockets attached to your person for the edible you had saved for a rainy day. "He paid off my apartment and leaves enough pocket money for me to buy weed and takeout so who am I to argue with how a lonely rich guy chooses to use his money."

Successfully retrieving your treat from the depths of your coat pocket, you pick at its wrapper as footsteps approach from behind.

"Keys."

An flatten palm taps the side of your arm, aromatic cologne splitting through that notable musk of smoke woven into your jacket from years of use.

"I've had a long day. I would like to take a nap on our couch, if it's no trouble to you."

"Sure...."

You toss the man your keys, paying little mind to the tiny peck he leaves on your forehead as he departs for the stairs leading up to your place.

"...And you're telling us that man is your stalker."

"Totally."

[stonerparty]

[dykestache]

new heart bong 🫀

[ibelieveinseagulls]

💚

[punkerplusone]

Acid Bath

[ripleylarue]

I made this print so long ago but everyone loves her

(You can buy one here 💋)

[halfbakedfairy]

[sneakystoner]

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