#tw marijuana

[momosweetpeach]

Thought process was:

1. Law deserves to get really high and just chill out for once

2. That would be the funniest possible time that Cora reveals himself to be alive

Parts: 1 (here) | 2 | 3 | 4 | 4.5

[candrawithwip]

Then everyone lived happily ever after and there were no consequences and nothing horrible or traumatic happened!! wow!!

Human designs for the circus members belong to @chubs-deuce

[darthsuki]

See, the downside to getting high at 1 AM is that there’s like a solid 90% chance I will lay on the couch unmoving and with elevator music on repeat in my head before the embrace of slumber takes me,

OR!!

A slim but very tempting 10% chance I will write the most wonderful of things (fluff, smut or otherwise) because sometimes my brain has very nice words that it can put in a very nice order when it can fucking FOCUS!!

[karangellc]

friends

[puppydogwhitaker]

Puppy Whitaker hitting the bong and getting so in the zone he starts begging for the boiling water Robby's making

dennis was high. no ifs, ands, or buts, about it. he was straight up stoned.

his mouth was so dry, his arms felt buzzy, he was hungrier than he’d ever been in his whole life.

dennis ambled over where robby was by the stove. “mac and cheese?” dennis asked. (it was more of a demand.)

robby sighed out a chuckle, “it’s just water right now, den. it’s not mac and cheese yet.”

dennis furrowed his brows. the box of mac and cheese was literally right there. why wasn’t there mac and cheese? “just make it.”

“i gotta wait for it to cook,” robby explained.

dennis whined and yanked on robby’s shirt. “let me have it.”

robby widened his eyes and gestured to the pot that was now starting to simmer. “it’s just water!” dennis made a petulant noise. “that’s it! go sit down,” robby pointed to the bar stools by the island.

dennis hung his head, but he listened and waited for his bowl to be brought to him. robby was being mean for whatever reason.

he perked up when robby brought him his food and ruffled his hair.

[hitomisuzuya]

hi suzu!!! I love how you write stoner scara smut, and so that just made me think,,, dealer reader x buyer scara? I can’t remember if that’s been written already or not, but I’d still love to see it!! thank uuu <33

stoner!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. cock warming. descriptions of smoking marijuana. soft!dom scara.

this has never been written before. i am always genuinely surprised so many like how i wrote stoner scara 🥺

scaramouche's very favorite days are the days that he buys pot from you. who knew the quiet, school nerd who always turns assignments in on time has a side gig selling the best pot on campus?

he prefers to only buy from you. your stuff gets him higher than anything he has ever smoked.

he takes a long hit of his joint, and sits back to admire the view. you look like you can barely hold it together, straddling him with your pussy split open on his cock.

your pussy is a creamy mess, drooling so beautifully all over his cock. your eyes have that cute, hazy, high look in them, focused only on him. his cock pulses between your fluttering walls.

cupping your jaw, puts his lips against yours. his pierced tongue slips past your lips, exhaling his hit into your mouth. he holds his lips against yours as you inhale, exploring your mouth.

the feeling of his tongue piercing grazing the roof of your mouth makes you melt. he pulls away after a few moments, a smug smirk forming on his face. "isn't this relaxing?" he asks, nipping at your lips.

relaxed though he may be, it's pure torture for you. the head of his thick cock is nudged in place against your sweet spot. the slightest movement causes his cock to rub against what felt like every sensitive nerve in your cunt.

as you hold his hit in your lungs, it's taking everything you have not to bounce yourself stupid on his cock. your pussy aches for it. to bounce until the muscles in your thighs burn from the effort, not stopping until you are cumming, shaking on his cock.

pot has made your body extra sensitive, and scaramouche can't get enough of it. you look so drunk on his cock, and you have barely moved on it yet. his ego can't help but stretch seeing the cute nerd stoner going dumb on his cock.

you exhale his hit shakily. "can i bounce now? pretty please?" you move your hips a little, desperate to find any relief. your poor clit is swollen, throbbing, and neglected.

you tilt your head down, kitten licking his mouth a few times submissively. "even if it's just a little bit?"

scaramouche shakes his head, reaching around to swat your ass playfully. "no, not yet," his hand gently squeezes your jaw, "such delicacies need to be savored, kitten."

you whine as he takes another long hit, and he enjoys the sound. your pleading words make his cock ache more.

he isn't talking about the pot, that's just a bonus. he is talking about you. he wants to enjoy his pot, and enjoy watching you fall apart on his cock.

scaramouche captures your lips with his again, shotgunning his hit into your mouth. he pulls away a few moments later, putting his lips right next to your ear. "be a good girl, and sit still while we finish this joint," his tongue flicks behind the shell of your ear, "or do i have to punish you?"

the soft command in his words causes warm arousal to pool tight in your core. your lower lip trembles cutely as you inhale his hit.

he spreads your pussy lips with two fingers, drinking just how wet you really are. you struggle not to moan as the pads of his fingers rub agonizingly over your throbbing clit.

scaramouche chuckles softly, moving his hips a little. the action draws a moan from you as you suddenly exhale. your fingers tighten on his shoulders as you struggle to do as you are told, and sit still. but, it's hard with his fingers torturing your clit.

he puts the finished joint out in the ashtray, and lights another one. "let's keep you like this a bit longer. you look way too fucking cute."

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[arkhams-knighted]

Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate – Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. 😕)

AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint he’d been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what he’d had before, but he’d been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.

This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.

He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.

It’s like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly. 

So this is what it's like. He feels– great, really.

And Gotham’s nice, at this time of night. Maybe even pretty– fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill. 

The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave.. 

He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave. 

But Arkham has a–

He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.

 Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly. 

Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.

[guppygiggles]

high awareness…

[no minors, don’t tag s/f/w]