#medical marijuana content

[jothetender]

Strain: Donny Burger

Grower: Elite Cultivation

State: Oklahoma

Medical/Recreational: Medical

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[polyamoryprincess]

Republicans not leaning into marijuana legalization is still baffling to me. Like we’re at a point where it’s much harder to use marijuana as an easy way to get a prison labor force (slaves) and it’s popular amongst both liberals and conservatives. I figured they were just trying to get their ducks in order so that when it’s legalized they can make sure to have their hand in the pot and have a stronghold on the industry (like the capitalistic pricks they are) but I think they might just genuinely be so fucking old and delusional that they think Reefer Madness is still like a thing people worry about.

[jothetender]

Strain: Gastropop

Grower: Noble Cannabis Co.

State: Oklahoma

Medical/Recreational: Medical

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[blackdollette]

I know you’re not really writing for Rory characters right now but if I could request a Clyde smut where he says “swallow, swallow” with the pill, but instead.. it’s his girlfriend or OOO maybe someone who buys stuff off him like weed, and she’s giving him head as payment but she’s got a textural problem so like, weird textures are icky, and he holds his hand over her mouth and says swallow? That may be weird, I dunno— if it is I’m so sorry 😭😭

anon you don't understand how much i've been thinking abt this ever since you sent this. i just 😩

"hand at the back of my neck." | clyde

national anthem. - lana del rey

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⊹₊⋆ pairing: dealer!clyde x female!reader

⊹₊⋆ word count: 1.4k

⊹₊⋆ contents: drugs, blowjob, cum-eating, slight aftercare, fluffy if you squint

when it came to describing you, impulsive only covered the tip of the iceburg. the lines defining the story between you and clyde had gone blurry over the years but as far as you knew, he was basically the best thing that had ever happened to you. 

and both of you were fully aware of that.

your faintly shivering fist sheepishly knocked that familiar pattern on the door of his apartment room. the hallway outside of his room always smelled faintly of green and stale fast food. before you could bring your hand back to your side, the doorknob turned allowing the stained wooden door to creak open, bringing his warm, sleepy eyes and that smile into view.

“well, if it isn’t my favourite customer…” clyde flipped his hair out of his face, allowing his gaze to run up and down you shamelessly. “...you look good. as usual.”

he was shirtless, only clad in a pair of gray sweatpants that rode dangerously low on his hips. all need for formality had vanished the day you had experienced your first high right there in his “workshop”.

you smiled shyly, already feeling slightly light on your feet as the psychedelic aromas from inside wafted toward you. “hi clyde. sorry for showing up unannounced…” 

considering how quickly he opened the door and the lack of that lust-filled flush that covered his cheeks whenever he was getting some action, you could safely conclude that he was alone at the moment. but you felt the need to ask anyway.

“is now a good time? i can come back later if you’re busy…”

he let out a little breathless laugh, shaking his head and dislodging a few locks from behind his ear. “there’s no better time than now. c’mon in. i just got some new stuff shipped in that you’ll love.”

he snaked an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his cozy apartment room and shutting the door behind you.

“you got your mind on anything specific today?” he asked as he ushered you to his overstuffed couch. you sat down, scanning the various piles of boxes with long medical names and numbers on them. 

you weren’t really the adventurous type when it came to drugs. you saw how badly it could screw someone’s life over, and you didn’t know if you had the willpower to “stop whenever you wanted to”. so a little marijuana had always seemed like the safest choice.

“just the usual please.” you watched as he playfully rolled his eyes at the predictability of your request.

“that’s my girl. i don’t even know why i wonder differently…” 

he dug through a large cardboard box, retrieving two dainty bags of weed and a pack of rolling paper. he wrapped them up nicely for you, knowing that the presentation meant everything to you. 

“alright, a bag of mary jane for the pretty lady.” he handed the goods to you, the smile on your face tugging at his heartstrings. “that’ll be $50.”

you hissed, the mention of the price nearly killing the mood.

“you know i’ve never had that kind of money on me, clyde. i’m barely making it by at the restaurant. i’m out looking for my third job this month.”

clyde tossed his hair out of his face, crossing his arms over his chest with a sigh. “don’t think i don’t know that times are getting hard around these parts. you know people have hardly been buying from me these days…”

you nodded, a guilt-ridden expression on your face as you cleared your throat to propose a suggestion.

“i doubt all those used-up strippers that come around here have the money. how do they pay you? blood money?”

clyde laughs heartily. “the night usually ends in some cheap sex that i regret in the morning. but a deal is a deal. you thinking of spending the night with me to cover the fee?”

you shake your head. “it’s that time of the month. i know how you are around blood.”

clyde grimaces, nodding with a chuckle. “no kidding. but you might be onto something…”

you looked up at him from your position on the couch debating whether or not to make your proposal.

“...want a blowjob..?” 

clyde’s gaze snapped to your face, looking for any hint or humour or sarcasm in your question. but you were dead serious. he looked down, a grin playing at his lips. 

“well that sure would be one hell of a payment…”

you fidgeted with your thumbs. “so… do we have a deal..?”

he smiles, extending a hand to you. “indeed we do.”

he gave you a firm handshake, spinning you around and sitting down on the couch as you stood in front of him.

you slowly sank down to your knees, resting comfortably in between his partly spread legs. your gazes met briefly, yours eager and his desperate. his imprint pressed against the soft wool of his sweatpants, betraying how much he was trying to keep his composure.

you place your hands on his thighs, trailing them up until you reach the waistband. your fingers pried underneath the elastic, the feeling of your cold fingers against his skin making him shiver. it took a moment for you to navigate your way under you felt him against your palm. you pulled out his needy erection, the tip already red and angry with desire.

clyde let out a shaky exhale, tipping his head back as your soft hands massaged his girth and teased the tip. his hips rutted up into your grip, desperate for more contact.

 you swallowed hard, getting rid of the abundance of moisture in your mouth before slowly opening your jaw, your hot breath hitting the tip and you licked a long stripe up his cock. clyde groaned deeply, his hand finding the back of your head as the other went down to cup your cheek.

you began to take him in, inch by inch as you salivated around him. you went down until your chin touched his balls and your nose tapped at the base of his length. you held back a gag as the tip hit the back of your throat. once you were secure, you bobbed your head up and down, creating suction in your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.

clyde’s breathing grew laboured, a huge grin plastered on his face. “...oh man… you’re a natural, aren’t ya..?” your heart fluttered at his praise, urging you to go a little quicker.

your tongue flicked against his tip with practiced precision. 

clyde whimpered as his hips bucked upward, forcing his length into you and out just as quickly. “i-i don’t think i’m gonna last much longer…” he swallows hard, his voice coming out strained and breathy. “...hope you’re ready for a load…”

you fondled his balls with your hand, massaging hypontic patterns onto the soft flesh. the heat of your mouth, the feeling of your perfect touch, it was all doing things to his head. better than any drug around.

as his leg began to twitch and his breathing grew weary, he vigorously thrusted into your mouth as moans and dirty phrases spilled from his lips.

“...that’s it… i’m cummin’...”

before he could fully get his warning out, his seed spilled into your mouth. everytime you thought he was running empty, another load busted onto your tongue. you gagged, your eyes welling with tears as he panted heavily, pulling your mouth off his rod as he recollected himself.

his vision went hazy. “that… that was amazing…” he looked down as you, watching you struggle to swallow his excessive load.

he waited for you to get yourself steady, but it was almost as if your body was physically rejecting his cum. you gagged, a few drops spilling out of your mouth until he quickly held the bottom of your jaw. 

“hey, hey..! easy there… what’s wrong..?” he asked frantically. you couldn’t speak, but he got the message quickly. 

he tilted your head back gently. “there you go, sweetie… swallow, swallow. just like that…” he whispered, wiping away the stray drops as you finally managed to get the thick, salty solution down.

you panted heavily, gripping onto his thighs for support. “i did it…” you managed to gasp out as he gently held your face. 

clyde pushed his hair out of his face, helping you get back to your feet. he stood up as well, still reeling over the aftershocks of his orgasm. “well, a deal is a deal.” he picked up your bagged goods from the couch, tossing them to you. 

you murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ as he walked you to the door, opening it for you like the gentleman he was.

“it was a real pleasure doing business with you.”

author's note: this request took me wayyy too long :(( and how haven't I written for clyde since April?!

[pathologicalreid]

hii<33 could you do fluff with fem! reader having a silent anxiety attack with spencer? the only thing that calms her down is physical touch, but also uses medical marijuana if you are comfortable with that? so spencer brings her medicine to her, and then just lots of cuddles and conversation about what’s going on?

thank u!!

modern medicine | S.R.

in which spencer helps you calm down after an anxiety attack

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff (a little hurt/comfort) content warnings: anxiety/anxiety attack, non-descript trauma, medical marijuana word count: 919 a/n: anon i will be so real with you weed just gives me to zoomies i have never been calmed down by the devils lettuce so i was winging it here. thank you for your request!!

The air was cool, the slight breeze gently brushing across your arms as you sat on the deck. You tried to catch your breath, listening to the rustling of the leaves in your backyard. This was your safe space, the backyard of your house, far enough from the city so you could see stars, but close enough to the city so that you didn’t feel detached from civilization.

This was your safe space when you felt unsafe inside.

Your phone was next to you, it had buzzed a few times, but you were afraid that if you stopped holding your legs to your chest, you would lose control.

Slowly, the sliding door behind you squealed on its track.

“Oh, honey,” Spencer whispered, coming around the couch you were sitting on and taking a seat next to you. It wasn’t until you flinched that he knew everything that was going on.

For just a moment, Spencer got up and disappeared into the house before coming back, closing the screen door instead of the glass slider this time. Slowly, he sat down next to you, his movements weren’t hesitant, they were tender.

Gently, Spencer put his arm around you, placing one hand on your waist as if he were testing the waters. In response, you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, but not releasing your legs from the hold you had on them. “You’re shaking,” he observed quietly, evaluating the situation before holding out your pen.

Medical marijuana was the steepest learning curve you had ever experienced. Your therapist tried traditional medicine, but nothing helped you through your anxiety, everything you tried just numbed you to it. You had never heard of using marijuana for anxiety, only for things like epilepsy and to help people through chemotherapy, never for a psychological disorder.

Luckily, Spencer had heard of it and the two of you spent days discussing it before you finally decided to give it a shot. You thought if nothing else worked, you might as well try.

You still tried to use it sparingly, but it really did help. Not only did the medicine help calm you down, but the use of the pen forced you to control your breathing. Just like now, when you took the pen from Spencer and breathed in, waiting until you could feel it in the back of your throat before blowing the vapors back out. Finally realizing how much you had been shaking.

Gingerly, Spencer moved your arms from around your knees to maneuver your body, so you were lying with your head on his chest.

Closing your eyes, you fiddled with the pen in your hand and focused on the beating of Spencer’s heart. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you tightly to his body. It was then that you realized he had been talking to you, speaking on and on about work, never anything graphic about cases, but about the prank that Morgan played on Emily or about a story JJ told him about Henry.

Just the little things, because not everything is a big thing. “Do you think I’ll ever be the same again?” You asked him quietly.

Spencer took a deep breath, “No, but I don’t want you to be. I want you to be changed, and I don’t want you to pretend like you’re not.”

Sighing, you lifted your head, so you were looking at Spencer. He’s growing out his hair again, soft and unruly.

“My head just feels so busy all of the time,” you whispered, “and sometimes I can pinpoint the problem, but sometimes I get pulled under just by the weight of the world.” Lying your head back down on his shoulder, you sighed and melted into him.

He started gently stroking your hair, smoothing it down the back of your head, “You don’t have to carry the weight of the world all alone, you know. I can share some of that weight with you if it ever comes to be too much.”

But how could you ask that of him when his job already weighed him down so much?

“It’s never too much for me, not when it comes to you,” he murmured into your hair before pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

You smiled at the fact that he seemed to always know what you were thinking before resting a hand on his chest, tracing hearts over his work clothes. “You and me against the world, Spencer Reid?”

Spencer hummed in response, “You and me against the world, my love.”

It wasn’t instant, you didn’t just feel better because you medicated or because Spencer said the right things, you felt better because you gave yourself the time to feel better.

“You feel better,” Spencer said matter of factly. He wasn’t asking, he was stating it. “Being held can actually activate the parasympathetic nervous system which counteracts the fight-or-flight response and promotes relaxation. There have also been studies that show that hugging can contribute to the regulation of your heart rate and blood pressure. So, by holding you close to me, I can tell that your heart isn’t racing anymore.”

You turned your head and grinned into his neck, “I’m glad you’re home, Spence.”

“I am too, love,” he answered, continuing to rub gentle circles on your back.

Slowly, you sat up and looked down at him, “You look tired, let’s go to sleep.” You got up and offered him your hand, “Tomorrow will be a new day.”

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[suhjihanma]

" You are loved. " Pairing: Shuji Hanma / Female!Reader Word count: Drabble form. Content: menstrual intercourse, mentions of cunnilingus, nipple play, dirty talk, mentions of the menstrual cycle, mentions of menstrual pain, semi-fluff Author's Note: I just started mine today. Yay. Also, I feel as though Shuji might enjoy it. I was thinking Kisaki too but, for some reason Shuji is the one that has the obscure ideas when it comes to doing demon time activities. Hope you guys enjoy. Also, feel free to check out the blog. Thanks.

The man looks at you with a lustful gaze

You looked at him with a gazed that questioned his motive.

"This is a natural thing. Don't be ashamed of it." The excitement that crept through Shuji's voice now halts through a moan as he continues to thrust himself inside of you, walls tightening around him. "I love you regardless." A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead as he continued to stroke every sensitive nerve inside you.

It was that special time of the month for you. A full week of emotions going awry, plus the pain that pulsated through random times of the day. You could only wonder why Shuji would agree to this. Fully exposing himself to mother nature, embarrassment heating your cheeks. The protests that you made as Shuji continued to drag out his strokes made you whimper. Not to mention that the dull pain between your hips was subsiding temporarily. Medication could only help so much.

Heaven forbid that you accepted Shuji's advice on using marijuana to ease the pain.

As you lay in the bed with the pleasure mixing in with the pain, your body fully submits to pleasure as Shuji lowers his head to suck on one of your nipples. His tongue overlapping the bud made you rise from the bed, hinting him at your sensitivity during this time of the month. Smiling, Shuji dragged his tongue in lazy circles before suckling on them with nimbleness. Another whimper escapes your parted lips as you brought one of his hands to his hair, gently stroking the strands as he let out a small moan in reply.

"Shuji, fuck. Your tongue." You commented, not noticing the dull pain that was slowly creeping up again. A nuance of sorts.

"A pain in the ass that I can't eat you out," Shuji mutters to himself before going back to suckling your breasts, now having one of his hands fondling your sensitive mounds.

"Wearing a tampon, I could just eat this pussy from the outside and fuck you with my tongue. I know you love my tongue on your clit, baby." Shuji chuckled. "That's gross, Shuji." Your face showed a look of disgust yet, amused. The ideas that Shuji had when it comes to your pleasure seemed endless.

Such a man like himself would find alternatives to pussylicking.

The fullness overlapped with the dull aches of womanhood as you closed your eyes, basking in the feelings of Shuji stretching you out whole, the dirty talk, and the swelling emotions of wanting more than having his cock inside you.

Unfortunately, those have to wait for the time being. Even then, the satisfaction that you had for his loving nature was bigger than anything. A possibility that this man lacks high intelligence, you are still grateful for his understanding towards you as a woman. Days like this had more passion than anything of this world, and yet you didn't want to lose it, especially with a man like him. Unconditional love became something you two grew to be familiar with, inside and outside of the bedroom.

Let's hope that nights like this can get fulfilled with more moans, pants, and sounds of skin contact and kisses.

[jothetender]

Strain: High Fructose Corn Syrup

Grower: Zow Collective

State: Oklahoma

Medical/Recreational: Medical

[time4hemp]

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