#CW: weed

[mcdynamite]

Kissing has never done all that much for Steve, if he’s honest.

It's just not really something he's ever given much thought to before - the way someone kisses - despite the fact that he's locked lips with plenty of people. For him, kissing has always been something nice, but not particularly special. It's never been earth-shattering. Never taken his breath away, the way people talk about in movies and books. It's just a way to be closer to someone, and it's nice, but it's never anything more than that.

Then, Steve kisses Eddie for the first time, and suddenly he gets it.

They're high when it happens, laying side by side in Eddie's unmade bed while the weed sinks into their bones. Steve loves the way it seems to slow down the world around them - makes everything syrupy and sweet, so he feels every brush of Eddie's fingers against his own in every inch of his body as they pass the joint back and forth.

The casual contact makes him long for more, and when he's high, Steve just...gives into the longing. He lets himself drift closer until they're pressed together so closely that Eddie can hide his face in Steve's uncharacteristically messy hair when he's trying to cover up a snort of laughter in response to Steve's deranged weed-induced musings.

Tonight, they meander their way through a directionless conversation - as they so often do when they get high together - until the joint is so small it nearly singes their fingertips. When Eddie finally sits up to stamp it out in the ashtray on the bedside table, Steve tries not to miss the feeling of Eddie's body against his own too much, knowing it'll be back soon enough.

"I'm thinking of handing over the DM throne to Will for the next oneshot, after we finish this campaign," Eddie says, speech slow and thoughtful as he puts out the blunt. "Think he'll be good at it."

Steve just hums, eyes heavy-lidded, gaze fixed on the curls he wants so badly to run his fingers through, just to know what it feels like. He's high enough to not care about the consequences when he decides fuck it, and reaches out to feel the soft ringlets beneath his fingertips.

"You're good at it," he muses - a delayed response to Eddie's comment. If Eddie is bothered by the way Steve is carefully petting his hair, he doesn't show it. Instead, he turns back to look down at Steve with a soft smile that makes Steve's insides feel all gooey.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, a hint of a smirk overtaking the softness. "You ready to admit that you like watching me play my little nerd game, Harrington?"

Steve blames the quiet whine that escapes his throat on the weed, along with the way he honest-to-God pouts in response to Eddie's words. He tugs on a lock of Eddie's hair petulantly. "Don't like it when you call me that."

Eddie's face does something strange then, and Steve can't quite parse out what it means with the weed making his brain all foggy. He looks...surprised? Fond? Maybe both?

"Sorry, Stevie," he replies, teasing but somehow genuine at the same time. Steve smiles dopily, an expression that Eddie returns. "That better?"

Satisfied, Steve nods. Hums in affirmation. "Yeah. I like that one."

And it's true. Steve loves when Eddie calls him Stevie, because Eddie always sounds so fond when he does, and it makes Steve's heart feel too big for his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, still grinning as he leans down until he's propped up on one elbow, hovering just over Steve on the bed. "What else do you want me to call you, hm? Stevie? Steve? M'lord?"

The last one makes Steve laugh and close his eyes, happy to bask in the sound of Eddie's voice as he floats along with their conversation.

"Sir Steven? Sweetheart?" Eddie continues, and Steve's heart jumps just a bit at the second one. Then, Eddie murmurs, "Baby?" 

And Steve's eyes fly open.

Steve stares at his friend with wide eyes - lips parted as a soft, punched-out oh escapes him - and it's weird, is the thing. Because Steve has been called baby before, lovingly by his grandmother when he was still a little boy causing mischief while his parents weren't watching, meanly by boys on the playground when he cried over something silly like a scraped knee…and when he got older, teasingly by the girls he took on dates.

It's not a new name for him, but it feels groundbreaking nonetheless.

Because the word sounds so much better coming from Eddie's mouth than anyone else's. It's soft, and fond, and knowing, and...

It's longing.

"Yeah,” Steve croaks. "Yeah."

"Which one? Sir Steven?" Eddie asks playfully, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. He grins maniacally when Steve huffs and shakes his head in disappointment. "No? Which one was it, then, that you liked the most?"

"Eddieeee," Steve complains, burying his flushed face into the pillow and avoiding his friend's gaze. "You know which one."

Eddie shakes his head in an almost scolding manner and Steve is convinced he must've moved closer, because Steve can feel Eddie's breath against his skin, and the air in the room feels about a hundred degrees hotter.

"Nuh-uh, Stevie," Eddie says, poking him playfully in the ribs. "You gotta tell me which one."

Steve hesitates, feeling more and more self-conscious by the second. He sort of wants to hide, but he also really wants Eddie to call him that again. It's probably thanks to his intoxicated brain that he allows himself to answer truthfully. "Baby," he murmurs, uncharacteristically shy.

"Yeah?" Eddie says, voice and smile softening in tandem. "You like when I call you baby, Stevie?"

Steve stares up at him with wide eyes, hardly able to believe this is really happening, and nods. "Yeah. That one."

Eddie is so close, now, that Steve can feel the warmth that emanates from his skin; can see the flecks of gold in his eyes amongst the molten chocolate brown. He's got freckles - Steve realizes. Tiny little dots across the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks that form constellations on his skin. Steve thinks, maybe a bit deliriously, that he would be perfectly happy spending hours tracing them, the way astronomers of old once traced the stars.

"Eddie..." he breathes, heart pounding as he begins to feel more and more desperate for...for something. Anything to let him know that he's not the only one succumbing to the gravitational pull between them.

Eddie blinks slowly, and his eyes widen as though he's just realized something important. Steve watches his throat bob nervously before Eddie finally whispers, "Yeah, baby?"

Steve inhales sharply through parted lips - a soft, plaintive gasp that draws Eddie's eyes to his lips, and-

Oh.

That's what Steve wants, isn't it?

"I-" Steve tries, helpless to stop his own gaze from falling on Eddie's lips - pink and parted and just a little bit chapped, and so, so close.

"Baby," Eddie says again, and this time it's different. Unintentional. Like Eddie said it without meaning to. And maybe it's just the weed, but Steve swears he can feel the word burrowing its way into his chest and settling around his heart like a blanket. It makes his whole body feel warm - something only made worse by the hot coal of desire that begins smoldering low in his gut.

He's so lost in it all that he can't even bring himself to feel embarrassed when he whispers, "Please."

Steve waits with bated breath until finally, any remaining nervousness retreats from Eddie's eyes, and Eddie smiles in that way that makes Steve's stomach flutter. It's such a pretty smile. Steve can only watch as it grows closer, going cross-eyed for the briefest moment in his quest to to stare at Eddie's lips until suddenly his eyes are fluttering shut, because...because...

Because Eddie kisses him with lips still curled into a smile, and Steve thinks - utterly nonsensically - that feeling Eddie's lips against his own is so much better than just looking at them. The thought makes him giggle, just a bit, and he finds himself grinning into the kiss, too.

They part for a moment so Steve can let out another quiet giggle, and Eddie seems to pause for a moment, smiling down at Steve with poorly concealed affection. "Baby," he murmurs reverently, and then he's leaning down to capture Steve's lips in another kiss.

This time, Steve is ready for it, but it draws a muffled whimper out of him nonetheless. His nose fills with the scent of weed and cigarettes and cheap cologne - the smell of Eddie - and it's so overwhelmingly good. He lets his lips fall open on a gasp...doesn't close them when Eddie tentatively brushes his tongue against Steve's own. He shuts his eyes, because the press of Eddie's hand to his cheek and Eddie's chest to his own feel like so much more like that.

Eddie breaks the kiss to gasp in a breath, and inexplicably, that's what really sends every last bit of restraint in Steve's brain packing. It's so simple, so ordinary - the soft, quick sip of air Eddie takes in. It's a breathy little sound that Steve has heard from countless others before, but maybe that's why it puts him in this unfamiliar chokehold of wanting.

This isn't just anyone.

This is Eddie.

And Eddie is making those quiet, lovely little sounds because he's kissing Steve, and Steve is very rapidly realizing that he is utterly incapable of being normal about any of this.

He feels his cheeks go hot as he forces his heavy limbs to move so he can tangle his fingers in Eddie's curls, holding him close (because Steve thinks he might die if Eddie stops kissing him, now). And it's bliss. It's addictive. It's ruinously tender, and Steve feels himself unraveling from within. Feels the knots in his heart - left behind by absent parents, cruel friends, and distant girlfriends - turn to dust at the gentlest brush of Eddie's lips.

He whimpers into Eddie's mouth and clings to him even tighter, feeling his throat grow strangely tight as his eyes sting at the corners, and when Eddie pulls away he's got a small furrow in his brow, just under his bangs. 

"Stevie?" Eddie murmurs. His eyes dart to Steve's cheeks, and when he brushes his thumb along the skin just under Steve's eye, it drags a bit of wetness with it. Only then does Steve realize...he's crying.

And Eddie is wiping away his tears.

"I..." Steve croaks, eyes wide and spilling more tears with every blink. He drags his hands down from Eddie's hair to rest on his chest, beginning to curl into himself as the embarrassment sinks in.

Christ, he's crying. And all they've done is kiss.

Eddie's frown deepens, but he doesn't pull away completely. Instead, he lets their noses brush and breathes, "Baby..."

Steve's breath hitches.

"You're shaking, sweetheart," Eddie continues, still brushing Steve's tears away with gentle fingers. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Steve gasps hurriedly, because as far as he understands, it's the truth. "Nothing's wrong, I just..." He closes his eyes. Swallows the lump in his throat and admits with a trembling voice, "I didn't know it could be like this."

He opens his eyes and sees Eddie's expression soften, but the concern remains. "What do you mean?"

"I just..." Steve tries, sniffling and letting out a quiet, distressed laugh. He slams his eyes shut again and rubs them roughly with his palms, trying to force the tears back into his body. "Jesus, this is fucking embarrassing, man."

"Steve..." Eddie murmurs. He sounds sad. Conflicted. Like he's not sure what to do or how to help - if he should stay or go - and that just won't do, because Steve is certain he'll drift away on the breeze without Eddie to ground him. He's got to try to explain, even with his thoughts still feeling syrupy slow from the weed.

He wants to tell Eddie that he's kissed dozens of people before, but kissing them never felt like this. He wants to explain that he's used to taking the lead, and that it's nice having someone else set the pace, for once. He wants to tell Eddie about the way most people he's kissed have done so - frantically...lustfully. Kissing has always been a simple means to an end. And it's never made Steve feel like this.

What he actually manages to say is slightly different, though.

"No one's ever kissed me like they love me, before."

His eyes are still covered by his own hands, so he can't see what is surely a stunned expression on Eddie's face, but he can hear the way Eddie gasps in response to Steve's words.

It’s too much, he thinks. He's said too much, fast-forwarded too far into the movie. It's too early to be talking about love. Steve knows this. It's just...

His stupid, floaty little brain can't envision a world where someone kisses the way Eddie does without being hopelessly, irrevocably in love.

"Shit," Steve breathes after several minutes of silence. Or maybe it's several seconds. He really doesn't know. Time feels funny, when he's high. "I know that's, like, way too much. I'm too much. I don't know why I-"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts, and Steve snaps his mouth shut. He feels Eddie's hands wrap carefully around his wrists to pull them from his eyes. Eddie is being so careful with him...like he can't see that his tenderness is exactly the thing that’s ripping Steve apart at the seams.

Steve wants to scream. He wants to cry. He wants to drag Eddie back down and kiss him until he can't breathe. Until Eddie's sweetness becomes warm and comforting instead of feeling like the scalding heat of jumping into a hot tub after a dip in the cold waters of the pool.

"Baby, look at me," Eddie says softly.

Steve is helpless but to obey.

Eddie's gaze is sad but kind when Steve finally meets it with his own. He's got the barest hint of a smile on his pretty lips - the same ones Steve so desperately wants to feel against his own, again - and Steve feels his stomach swirl with something he can't quite describe.

"It's not too much," Eddie continues, voice steady. "And neither are you, okay? You, Steve Harrington, are never too much. Not to me."

The words settle over Steve like a blanket, and he can't decide whether it's comforting or suffocating. He just wants to stop talking about things so they can move on. He just wants Eddie.

"Eds..." he rasps desperately. "I don't- I just want-" He cuts himself off with the hitching breath of what may be a sob. He's not really sure, at this point.

"What can I do, honey?" Eddie says, and he really needs to stop with the pet names, or Steve might genuinely fracture into pieces. "What do you want?"

Steve is sunk too deep into the syrupy slow feeling of the weed - too desperate to feel Eddie pressed against him again - to do anything but tell the truth.

"Just want you," he says.

Eddie smiles - eyes crinkling at the corners - and Steve breathes the sight in like oxygen. "You have me, baby," Eddie murmurs. He's rubbing small, comforting circle into the sensitive skin of Steve's wrists now, and it's perfect. It's wonderfully, disgustingly perfect.

"I do?" Steve asks dumbly. His brain feels fifteen seconds behind everything, but he thinks that's probably okay. Eddie seems to be just fine waiting for him to catch up.

"Yeah, Stevie," Eddie chuckles quietly. "Had me for a long time, now. Just wasn't sure if you would want me the way I wanted you."

"You want me," Steve says breathlessly, more to himself than to Eddie. "You wanna kiss me."

Eddie's resulting laugh is a bit louder, a bit brighter, this time. "I do," he says. The sadness is fading from his eyes, giving way to something that looks an awful lot like elation. Steve remains still and watches, entranced, as Eddie carefully hauls himself up until he can swing a leg over Steve's to straddle him.

Still smiling broadly, Eddie leans down until their faces are mere inches apart, studying Steve with those big, brown eyes. "You gonna let me?" he asks Steve, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Steve nods, lips parted in surprise he can't quite seem to shake, and Eddie's expression softens.

"Gonna let me kiss you like I love you, Stevie?" Eddie whispers.

Steve's not sure when, exactly, his tears had begun to dry up, but he knows they must have at some point, because they're returning with a vengeance, now. "Please," he breathes.

Eddie shifts, and Steve expects Eddie to go right back to kissing him, but that's not what he does.

Instead, Eddie releases one of Steve's wrists and cups his cheek tenderly. This time, the feeling of his thumb brushing the tears away is a familiar one, and it makes Steve smile dopily.

"You know the reason I kiss you like I love you?" Eddie asks. Steve shakes his head and tracks Eddie's gaze as it drifts towards the place where his fingers are still wrapped around Steve's wrist. His lips quirk into a smile as he uses his grip to pin Steve's hand to the mattress, right beside Steve's head, and laces their fingers together.

Their noses are brushing, now, and Eddie's hips are resting on Steve's, and Eddie's hair has fallen around them like a curtain to keep the rest of the world out, and it's so much. Eddie is everywhere, and he's everything, and Steve is completely, unquestioningly in love with him - probably has been in love with him for ages, now, and just never let himself think too hard about it.

"I kiss you like I love you, Steve Harrington," Eddie breathes, and their lips brush as he speaks. "Because I love you."

And the thing is…Steve has spent his entire life wondering what it would feel like to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was loved. It's something that's eluded him for twenty years.

So it's all the more miraculous when Eddie kisses him again, and suddenly, Steve knows. He knows that Eddie Munson loves him. He feels it in the way Eddie kisses him slowly and deliberately, like it would never have crossed Eddie's mind not to. He feels it in their linked hands, in the way Eddie squeezes his hand when Steve makes a desperate, wanton sound into his mouth.

He feels it when Eddie brushes the hair out of his eyes and smiles before kissing Steve's forehead, then his nose, and then his lips again.

Feels it when Eddie's lips begin to wander down his neck.

When Eddie sucks a mark into the thin skin above his collar bone, just because Steve begs him too.

When Eddie pulls Steve's shirt over his head with careful hands, then lets Steve do the same, because Steve needs the intimacy of skin on skin.

He feels it when Eddie stops Steve's wandering hands from venturing too far south with a firm grip and apologetic eyes, because Eddie wants him - of course he does - but not when they've been smoking. Not when there's even the slightest chance that Steve might wake up and regret it in the morning.

And he hears it, too, later that night when they're laying in Eddie's bed exchanging soft, sleepy kisses, unwilling to drift off and let the night end, just yet.

Their legs are woven together - bare, aside from their boxers - and Steve has lost track of how long they've been tangled up in each other like this. He doesn't particularly care, though. He's pretty sure he could happily spend the rest of his life exactly like this.

"Love you, Stevie," Eddie whispers against his lips. They both smile into the next kiss, and Steve's heart is full to bursting, because he believes it. He knows, now, what it feels like to be loved...to be adored.

"I love you," he murmurs in reply, relishing in Eddie's sharp intake of breath. He giggles a bit, for no reason other than the pure joy that's been coursing through his body all night. "God," he laughs. "I fucking love you, Eddie Munson.

Eddie is quiet for a moment before his face splits into a grin that could rival Steve's own, and he's so goddamn beautiful that Steve almost feels like crying again.

He doesn't cry, though. He just watches adoringly as Eddie smiles and nudges Steve's nose with his own. "Yeah, baby?" Eddie teases.

"Yeah, Eds," he answers simply.

And he's pretty sure Eddie knows - is pretty sure Eddie can feel it - because Steve kisses him for the umpteenth time that night, and he pours every ounce of his heart into it. 

Steve kisses Eddie like he loves him, because he does. God, help him, he does.

And Eddie?

Eddie kisses Steve like he loves him back, and Steve gets it now, because it’s more than just a kiss.

It’s perfect.

It’s earth-shattering.

It’s everything.

--

Shout-out to @lyphyshard for the beta!

For more of my Steddie blurbs and one-shots, check out my masterlist!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #soft steddie #steddie fluff #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #first kiss #cw: weed #stranger things #i'm so normal about them

[konigsblog]

what if… ghost was our boyfriend’s older brother or dad🫦

LOVE this idea :3

cw: cheating, non-con, weed use, blackmail.🍃

your boyfriend's older brother is an asshole - you can sense that his intentions aren't pure whatsoever, his perverted gaze lingering on your body when you sleep over at your boyfriend's house. he tells you, you need someone older - someone that's experienced.

simon is currently visiting, and seeing your presence was causing his hung cock to throb and ache inside his tight boxers, gripping his bulge whilst staring at you, tutting quietly to get your attention.

you had only come downstairs to get a glass of water, exhausted and ready to go back to sleep in your boyfriend's arms. through your tiredness, you decided to comply not to upset or anger simon, and perhaps your perception of simon was wrong - perhaps you were judging too soon. his hands began wandering, watching you fight sleep, barely able to keep his filthy and grimey fingers from exploring as he growled at you for squirming away.

“c’mon, stay still-- jus’ tryna have a conversation...” his voice deepened, became husky and gravelly. he offered you a hit from his joint in an attempt to relax you, watching you take a few hits as the smell of marijuana assaulted your nostrils and your body quickly became relaxed, whimpering quietly. you felt relaxed, breathing out quietly, and through your drugged state, you couldn't keep simon off of you.

he slid your panties down, admiring the way your slicken cunt glistened as he ran a finger through your folds. you bit on the two calloused digits he'd forced into your mouth to muffle your moans, chuckling as he grinded his bulbous and weeping cock into your wet pussy. you didn't even notice the flash on his phone as you threw your head back and gasped at the sensation of his tip against your cervix, bruising you with each thrust.

you cried out through pleasure, too drugged and high to realise what you were doing and its impact. simon's sturdy hips and muscular thighs pressed against your ass as he threw your supple legs over his shoulder, fucking even deeper into your warm, drooling pussy. you gripped simon's hair firmly in attempt to stabilise yourself as you became light-headed, breathing in his spicy and musky cologne as he fucked you stupid on his fat dick, tight and heavy balls pressed against your ass, your moans coming out broken and stuttered as he brutalised your cunny.

the realisation set in the morning after, as you came downstairs, realising what you'd done. guilt and shame hung in the air and churned your stomach, and you prayed that he'd keep quiet about this, understand that it was an accident - that it wasn't supposed to happen !

...only to be pulled aside, his large hand over your mouth as he wrapped an burly and strong arm around your neck, forcing you to watch the video recording of him fucking you, his veiny dick thrusted into your slicken pussy repetitively, and your facial expressions shameful and perverted in hindsight. you didn't even realise, a drugged mess getting fucked relentlessly.

he'll keep it a secret, yeah? with the promise that you'll suck him off and let him corrupt your mind every time he sees you.

and what choice do you really have? you either break up with your boyfriend who you claim to love so dearly, or pleasure your boyfriend's older brother in the hopes he'll keep quiet about this mess.

#orla speaks #tw: non con #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #tw: dark content #tw: age gap #tw: age difference #cw: weed #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost headcanon #mw2 ghost

[moth---4]

when two gender non conforming creatuures smorke weed @wolfertinger666

#digital art #art #furry art #furry oc #coyote (oopsie gay) #youre freaking guy is so gender #gender nonconforming #lgbt pride #cw weed #cw: weed #weed

[gearbroth]

mspaint miguelito + my spidersona

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #spidersona #spiderverse #huntsman #rigel sterling #myart #mspaint #cw: weed

[tes-weed-thoughts]

I treat tes lore like christians do the bible, I just assume everybody knows it

#the elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #tw: weed #cw: weed #morrowind #oblivion #skyrim #daggerfall #arena #elder scrols online #eso #meme #tes meme

[enbycatboyart]

Shitpost from my sketchbook post Infinite Wealth.

#cw: drugs #cw: weed #rgg #rgg fanart #yakuza like a dragon #like a dragon #like a dragon infinite wealth #ichiban kasuga #eric tomizawa #fanart #artwork #sketch page #sketchbook

[cowboykento]

prettiest in the world

smoking weed with katsuki

fem!reader, referred to as "pretty girl"

masterlist

You’re practically sitting on top of him, passing the joining back and forth between the small space that separates the two of you. His hands, huge and calloused and warm, run up and down your thighs lackadaisically, as if he didn’t even know he was doing it. Like it was as natural as breathing.

His mind feels syrupy and slow—like the haze and smoke that fills the room has also permeated his brain, and perhaps it has. Every thought that comes to mind slips away from him just as easily, but he’s not phased by it. He’s content with being subdued as long as you’re right there with him. 

“What’re you thinkin about, babe?” You ask him as you lean your head against his chest. 

Bakugo lets out a soft hum, as if he needs to think about your question and decipher it. 

“You,” he answers eventually.

It’s not exactly a concrete thought, or even one that Katsuki is fully aware of, yet it’s the answer that slips out of his lips. If you were to ask what he was thinking about you, Katsuki wouldn’t be able to answer with anything other than “you.”

“How funny, ‘m thinkin about you, handsome,” you reply with a wide, sleepy smile. 

Katsuki hums again, acknowledging your answer even though he’s not quite sure what you mean, but he knows that a warmth blooms in his chest at the sight of your smile. 

He grabs your chin, pulling it towards him gently, and pressing a soft whisper of a kiss on your lips. It almost feels a bit ticklish, the way he barely touches his lips to yours, so you press in a bit more, til your mouth is properly fused to his. 

His tongue licks into your mouth sloppily and hardly coordinated. It’s not Katsuki even controlling the motion, but rather it feels like he’s moving purely on his desire for you. 

He pulls away after a minute of slow, mindless making out and simply holds your face gently in his hands. His eyes don’t really move, but you can tell he’s trying to take in every single feature that makes up your face. 

“Y’re so…” he mumbles, “sooo pretty. So pretty. Like, really fuckin’ pretty.”

Your smile bursts across your face and you giggle softly, which makes Katsuki let a chuckle loose as well. 

“Well I think you’re really pretty, Kats. The prettiest in the whole world.”

His face flushes at your comment although his expression remains as it was—a soft, barely perceptible smile gracing his lips, eyebrows relaxed, and the typical crease between his eyebrows smoothed.

“Love ya so much, pretty girl,” he mutters softly, pulling you in closely so that he can mouth the words onto your forehead as he presses his lips there.

i gotta stop getting high and daydreaming (i will not, it is my fav activity in the world). n e ways hope y'all enjoyed this. if ur a minor and interacting you'll get blocked <3

#cw: weed #mha #bnha #my hero academia #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo headcanons #mha bakugou

[turnaboutfix]

yeah I'm still thinking about that AA4 auto shop au.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #maya fey #beanix #ace attorney fanart #my friends have big brains #ace attorney art #cw weed #cw: weed #tw weed #tw: weed #nickandmaya #turnaboutfixart

[uiiyru]

goodnight chat

#eddsworld #fanart #cw: weed #tomatt #tommatt #ew edd #ew tom #ew matt

[roanniom]

Eddie Munson is 100% the person who needs you to know every second of what he’s experiencing. Don’t try to sit in the same room as him and read quietly unless you’re ready to hear him laughing and scoffing and reacting to every little thing going on in his own book. Every two pages he’s slamming the paperback down going “you won’t believe what just happened!”

You get up to go make popcorn in the kitchen while the movie’s still playing? This man is narrating everything in a yell to you from the living room. “Babe! Holy shit the killer is her boyfriend. It’s her fucking boyfriend!”

You both lay out on a blanket sharing a joint and gazing up at the stars? He’s lifting his hands up and pointing out the funny little lines in his palms that he’s noticing for the first time. He’s rambling about the shapes he sees in the constellations above. He’s waxing poetic about how it feels like time is stopping. You suggest that maybe it’s the weed. He shakes his head and moves to nuzzle into you. “No I think it’s just you.”

#Eddie munson #eddie munson thots #eddie munson discourse #Eddie munson x reader #tw: weed #cw: weed #eddie munson fluff

[duskspring]

How I imagine the ghouls feel/act when high

Dewdrop: He has a pretty high tolerance due to experience and it makes him surprisingly productive. He has written whole songs while high. At the same time, it does put him more in touch with his emotions and makes him more willing to admit to stuff, so it's a good time for him to have long, genuine conversations

Rain: Gets panic attacks more often than not, but he's stubborn so if he sees Dew smoke he'll wants to join in anyway

Phantom: Will think he's having some insanely deep thought, but when he tries to share it it's just a slur of 'Have you ever... Like. Have you ever- you know when- You...' and then he forgets what he was thinking about. Gets the munchies

Aether: His quintessence element makes him hyperaware of everything. He feels every touch, sees every sight, hears every sound. Everything, everywhere, all at once. Sometimes he thinks it's awesome and other times it just overstimulates him.

Mountain: Another higher tolerance individual, but when he gets high he's absolutely tripping. He is not on planet earth when he gets to that point. It sometimes makes him a bit paranoid

Cirrus: I imagine she's sober, but if she did smoke her tolerance would naturally be very high. The most she'd get out of it was some relaxation and the strong urge to nap

Cumulus: She get incredible touchy and clingy. She's obsessively pet anything with a soft or smooth texture, including Aether's chest hair and Mountain's horns

Sunshine: Gets even more energetic than usual. Will say the most out of pocket shit and come up with random bits. Devours any snack in her sight

Aurora: Her eyes go wide and she just... stares. If you talk to her, she'll make an acknowledging noise but no more than that. No one knows what's happening in her mind

Swiss: A third high tolerance ghoul, he tens to just get relaxed. His muscles lose all tension and he loves nothing more than eating snacks and watching a show or movie like that

#cw: weed #this came to me in a vision #the band ghost #headcanon #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #swiss ghoul #ghost bc

[sageofthestarz]

Today's Dew thoughts have been of Rain getting Dew high, and floaty on an off day then sucking on his nipples until he's moaning so loudly the whole ghouls wing can hear it. He cums untouched for the first time while clutching onto Rains hair for dear life, chanting his name like prayer

#spicy tag #cw: drugs #raindrop #dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #rain ghost #ghost fandom #ghost bc #cw: weed

[konigsblog]

cw: drug & weed use, gun play.🍃

stoner-simon who gives you a discount for some special compensation... iykwim 👀

he's the type to play rough with you — to intimidate and threaten you, to see tears roll down your pathetic face as you try your best to appeal to him.

the hard and cold muzzle of a loaded gun pressed against the crown of your skull, encouraging you to suck him off faster, to wrap your wet lips around his thick shaft tightly, whilst you grip his lengthy, fat cock by the base, dragging your tongue up and down each prominent vein on his hard, stiff shaft.

every time you feel him hit the back of your throat, tears begin to form in your glistening waterline. spit and drool drips down your chin, running down your face as your mascara runs down your cheeks. your makeup is ruined from the tears and spit, but it's worth it after all... :(

perhaps, he will smoke some weed with you one day. his calloused and large fingers sinking into your drooling cunny, filling your tight pussy with three digits, whilst you bury your face against his chest — the smell of marijuana prominent and obvious as you huff at his musk and spicy cologne, the sound of the television drowned out by your pleased, desperate moans.

#orla speaks #cw: weed #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #mw2 ghost #ghost call of duty #cod ghost

[dethtooth]

Cw;; visuals of weed

This is my only contribution to the venture bros fandom goodbye

+ original

#cw: weed #meme redraw #the venture bros #dean venture #hank venture #this is so stupid #my art

[tes-weed-thoughts]

being stoned in Skyrim call that high horthgar

#the elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #cw: weed #skyrim #high horthgar

[guttercoop]

#cw: weed #transformers sunstorm #transformers animated #transformers #Transformers Thunderclash #thunderclash