aaaaaaa i need poly deadclaws smoke session 🥺😵💫💖 you and wade being cringy stoners ripping wade's gravity bong together and logan walks in on you sitting in his lap on the couch.
"hey, honey badger, welcome home! aw, poor baby, you look so tired! you wanna hit?"
"the fuck are you two doing?"
“it’s called a gravity bong! a hallmark of stoner engineering! would you like a demonstration?”
"no."
“too bad.” wade puts the lighter in your hands, then squeezes them for encouragement. “show him, babes, just like i taught ya.”
you spark the lighter and carefully angle it into the bowl at the top. once it's lit, you grab the inner bottle and slooowly pull it upwards out of the water. the cloud inside it grows thicker, denser, bigger. it swells with the accompanying sounds of water underneath it. glug. glug. glug.
wade explains the mechanics to logan, “now THAT, boo boo bear, is about 2-liters of toke-a-cola right there. almost as fun as when they had cocaine in the recipe.” wade sneaks his hands under your baggy lounge shirt to pinch and pull your nipples, then gives you an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. he purrs his instructions to you. “chug it, honey-cunt.”
you rip the bowl out of the bottle, the smoke billowing out through the spout, and slurp it up as you sink the bottle down into the water. of course, the torrential cloud you had built was at LEAST 2-player content. you started coughing about a third of the way down, and wade had to take over.
“i got it, i got it!” he proclaimed, valiantly chugging what was left of the cloud. he blew some out and sighed with pleasure. “now… this kind of bong gives you… gives you BIG hits. so you get stupid fast.”
you nod in agreement, a hazy, air-headed smile on your face, “it also feels REALLY good for sex…”
"well, shit, why the hell ain't you lead with that?" logan climbs over the back of the couch and sits down next to you two. "give it here. show me how you work that thing.”
also i just KNOW logan gets giggly when he smokes weed it’s a fact god told me. he’s got cigar lungs so he takes to the gravity bong with surprisingly little coughing, but FUCK it makes him STUPID!!!! he gets super touchy feely too and he’ll prolly crawl on top of both of you.
“nngh, c’mon, lemme…” he grumbles, pawing for the bong that wade holds out of reach, “lemme hit it again…”
“i think the fuck not, babe! you will wait your turn in the rotation just like everyone else, young man!”
logan blows a raspberry at him and flops over to wade’s side. “pfft… bitch…”
“yes, sir, and that’s why you love me.”
he watches longingly as wade takes his rip, until his focus shifts to your shorts riding up on your thighs.
“hey. c’mere, boy.”
he tugs you into his lap and starts making out with you, stripping you from your comfy clothes, grinding his bulge up into your folds. you whimper, under your breath, and logan smirks, teasing you in hushed tones.
“ ‘s good, right?”
“mhm…”
“you gettin’ wet now?”
“mhm!”
once wade blows his smoke out, he notices what’s going on and gasps in mock offense.
“are you two seriously excluding me right now? what am i, ugly, or somethi—? wait, don’t answer that, i—“
“yes.”
“yep. knew that was coming. can’t even blame ya. i set you up for that one. anyway!”
wade pulls you to him by your hair and smooches your cheek affectionately before putting the lighter in your hands again.
“your turn, sweetie pie!”
and by the end of that rotation everyone’s clothes are off and you’re all touching each other’s junk 😌
