#married stoners

[mischiefbuckley]

me when oliver said that buck and eddie were suppose to get together in season 4 but the higher ups didn’t approve

[fireflyinks]

hi🥰 can u write something about hamzah taking readers weed virginity and she greens out/passes out and hamzah takes care of her?

dream blunt rotation

stoner!hamzah x reader

a/n : WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE OMG OKAY, excuse this if it’s like not accurate to what weed is like, IM TRYING MY BEST. also this is NOT PROOF READ because i am LAZY so please don’t flame me

contains : use of weed, very brief vomitting (WARNING FOR EMETOPHOBIA), fluff, cuteness, lowkey casual dominance, munchies 😛😛😛

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I watched as Hamzah brought his blunt back and fourth from his lips and back. Laying in his arms, I tried not to scrunch my nose at the smell. I had never tried weed, and though Hamzah and I had been dating for a while now, I was not anything close to a fan of the smell. I could tell Hamzah was accustomed to it.

He must’ve noticed that I was staring at him, since he raised his eyebrows curiously at me, and I quickly focused my gaze at the ceiling fan.

“What are (water) you looking at, baby?” He questioned with a grin on his face.

I shook my head, he knew what I was looking at. I was sure Hamzah could tell I was curious about trying weed, but I was far too scared to ask or toy with it without any help.

“Do you wanna try?” He added, moving the blunt towards me.

I paused for a moment, trying to decide if I was really about to do this. I hadn’t done anything like this before. Hell, I’d barely ever gotten drunk. My whole I’d been told that drugs and alcohol was bad, and yet my boyfriend was dangling a blunt in front of my face.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I can tell your curious though.”

Hamzah was somewhat different when he was high. It made him calmer, less on edge, and not so socially awkward. It was nice seeing him in such a relaxed state, and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would make me act.

I finally grabbed the blunt from him gently. Staring at it for a few moments, I fumbled with it between my fingers. I could say all day that I was going to get high, the problem was acting doing it.

“Can you help me?” I asked shyly, my cheeks heating. Hamzah nodded, taking the blunt back and carefully moving them towards my lips.

“It might hurt at first, that’s just because you’re not used to it. Just suck it in, hold it for a couple seconds, and then breathe it out.”

I nodded, and I watched as he moved it closer to me. It was such an intimate feeling, laying on him as he placed something so tainted, something I’d been warned about my entire life, between my lips.

I did as he had instructed me, sucking it in, holding it, and breathing out, but I managed to sneak a coughing fit in towards the end. Hamzah rubbed my back as a sat up, and after a few moments, I leaned back again.

“How do you feel?” He asked, taking a hit of the blunt.

I thought for a moment. It was a lot different than I had expected, but I was willing to try the foreign feeling again.

“I wanna try again.” I stated, and he moved the joint towards me once again.

This time I just barely coughed, and I smiled triumphantly afterwards.

“There you go.” Hamzah encouraged, waiting a few moments until I nodded and he put the blunt between my lips once more.

I didn’t cough at all this time. Looking up at Hamzah, I watched as he smiled down at me.

“See, it’s not too bad, right?”

I nodded, “It doesn’t hurt as bad now.”

“If you start feeling sick, tell me, okay?”

I hummed in agreement. Hamzah took another hit, and then let me take another as well. The feeling was foreign, almost like I was floating, almost like I weighed nothing, but it was a good feeling. I giggled at every stupid joke Hamzah would make, which wasn’t too different than how I was sober.

I was glad that out of all people I could’ve experienced this with, it was Hamzah. He’d run his fingers through my hair as I rambled on about anything and everything that came to mind. Hamzah was extra silly too, joking that this was his “dream blunt rotation”.

These good feelings only lasted a couple minutes, until my sixth hit, in which I began to feel extremely nauseous.

I tried to sit up, but the floaty feeling was still there. “Hamzah?” I said, trying not to panic.

“Hm?” He said. I could tell he was out of it.

“I feel really sick,”

Hamzah immediately stood up, guiding me to the bathroom. I was glad he held my arm as we walked, because the floaty feeling didn’t go away as I moved, matter of fact, it got worse.

Once we’d reached the small bathroom, I kneeled in front of the toilet, and immediately started vomitting. Hamzah held my hair back,

My cheeked flushed as I realized he was seeing me in such a vulnerable state. Hamzah and I had been dating for a while now, but I’d never been sick in front of him. He didn’t seem to mind though, and if he did I couldn’t have noticed since I was a bit preoccupied.

Once I was done, he helped me up slowly and lead me back to the bed.

“D’you feel better?” He asked, placing me on his lap and stroking my hair.

“Yeah, I’m sorry-“

Hamzah shook his head, kissing my lips gently. “You have nothing to be sorry for, I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t have let you do that much on your first time.”

I shrugged, “It’s okay, I promise.”

Hamzah was always very comforting towards me, but this was a new side of him I hadn’t seen yet. Almost protective, and I couldn’t say I didn’t like it.

“Are you hungry?”

I thought for a moment. Now that I was thinking about it, I was extremely hungry. I had always heard of the cravings that came with smoking weed, but I hadn’t expected it to be this intense.

Nodding, I watched as Hamzah picked up his phone.

“I’ll order something, what do you want?”

“Everything?”

Hamzah laughed, continuing to play with my hair with one hand while typing on his phone with another.

“What about pizza?”

I nodded vigorously, “Pizza sounds so good.”

Hamzah smiled at me, stroking my cheek.

The room fell silent for a moment, as he typed away ordering the pizza and spent a moment admiring him.

Hamzah set his phone down, “It’s ordered.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Hamzah.”

He shrugged, “It’s just pizza, baby-“

“No, I mean for taking care of me, and letting me try this.”

“Oh,” he looked down, avoiding my eyes. Hamzah enjoyed praise, but always became flustered when it was given to him, “it’s no problem, the least I could do.”

I smiled, kissing him softly. His thumb continued to stroke my cheek, while his other explored my thigh. He touched me with so much fragility, as if I was made of glass and could shatter at any amount of pressure.

My eyes began to grow heavy after I pulled away. I knew I probably shouldn’t fall asleep now, since it was only 6:27 pm and if I wanted any chance of falling asleep tonight, I needed to stay up.

“Are you sleepy?” Hamzah asked, looking at me with so much affection, my heart felt as if it might burst.

“Yeah,” I fought a yawn.

Hamzah guided me to lay on his chest, “I’ll wake you up when the food gets here.”

I slowly nodded, closing my eyes. Hamzah’s careful fingers ran through my hair, soothing me to sleep.

[itsdefinitely]

what if boy jerry was turned into an andriod call that bot jerry. am i right

[itsbrucey]

Can't sleep. Thinking about Closeson.

[honk4shelbi]

People who portray Charlie as a nasty stinky stoner have my blessings

[catboynutsack]

Minty loves everything green... 😏

[queenalicevera]

Attended a wedding this past weekend. Was reminded why I hate them and have no desire to have one 🤷🏼‍♀️

[seraspear]

Did I for serious bag another fucking royal

[darksideofthepun]

Unfortunately Monday made it's way back.

[jargyles]

jargyle is so bf/bf but theyre also so gf (jonathan)/bf (argyle) and theyre also bf (jonathan)/gf (argyle) and theyre also gf/gf. and trans

[thatpinkkwitch]

this february I’m feeling proud as hell.

-I’m 4 years clean & 3 years self-harm free

-my biggest trauma anniversary passed and i didn’t even realize it

-my husband and I’s relationship is stronger and more stable than ever since setting boundaries with my MIL & SIL

-I’m more confident in myself & my spirituality than I’ve ever been before; for the first time ever my social anxiety isn’t a thought!

from the age of 13 I swore to everyone that I would never make it to 18; the fact that I’m not just alive but I am genuinely thriving for the first time in my life is nothing short of a dream come true 🥰🩷

[cinnamons1999]

theyre just sillies fr

( metal spy by sugarspykookie )

o ye and the therapist has no name or anything yall can steal him

[mandyoumuamua]

💚

[d3ad-but-alive]

✨Lucky I’m in love with my best friend ✨

@chris-sargent97

[tittyinfinity]

Duuuude so my friend has a weed growing license and he has the prettiest flowers. Look at this shit under a microscope

[darksideofthepun]

Join me for a toke y'all 💗