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recovery4ever · 1 year

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Why People Do Meth

Methamphetamine, a highly addictive stimulant, has been misused for many years. Originally created in 1893 for medical purposes like weight loss and narcolepsy, it later became an illicit drug after being outlawed in the 1970s. Despite the absence of specific references to a treatment center, it is important to explore why people use meth and identify potential signs of addiction.

Reasons for Meth Use

The motivations behind an individual's meth use vary depending on personal factors such as mindset, mental health, and history. Nonetheless, several explanations shed light on why people are drawn to meth:

Pleasurable effects: Methamphetamine induces a surge of dopamine in the brain, leading to intense feelings of pleasure, excitement, and vitality. This enjoyable experience can drive prolonged use, while also damaging the brain's reward system, resulting in addiction and a reduced ability to find pleasure in other activities.

Self-medication: Some individuals turn to meth as a means of temporarily alleviating symptoms associated with underlying mental or physical health conditions. For instance, those with depression or anxiety may use meth to temporarily alleviate their symptoms. It can also serve as a potent painkiller, attracting individuals with chronic pain. However, self-medication with meth carries the risk of addiction and exacerbation of existing medical conditions.

Social and environmental factors: Poverty, lack of resources, and exposure to meth use in one's surroundings can create an environment where meth abuse is more prevalent and normalized. Additionally, individuals who have experienced trauma, abuse, or neglect may turn to drugs like meth as a coping mechanism for emotional distress.

Peer pressure: Peer pressure and the desire for social acceptance can influence meth use. Some individuals may experiment with meth in order to fit into a particular social group or connect with other meth users. There may also be pressure to try meth as a way to demonstrate a willingness to take risks or achieve success.

Curiosity and experimentation: Curiosity or the desire to sample different substances can lead some individuals to try meth. Exposure to meth use through popular culture or social media can further fuel this curiosity. However, given the dangerous and addictive nature of meth, experimentation can quickly lead to addiction and negative consequences.

Having addressed the question of why people use meth, it is crucial to recognize the potential signs of meth use in individuals.

Signs of Meth Use

Methamphetamine abuse can have severe mental and physical effects on individuals. Some symptoms are commonly associated with meth abuse, while others may overlap with those of other substances.

Signs that someone may be using meth include:

Agitation or aggression

Anxiety or panic attacks

Confusion or disorientation

Depression or mood swings

Dilated pupils

Dry mouth and nose

Impaired judgment or decision-making

Increased blood pressure

Insomnia

Loss of appetite and weight loss

Memory loss or cognitive impairment

Paranoia or hallucinations

Profuse sweating

Psychosis or delusions

Rapid heartbeat

Skin sores or acne

Suicidal thoughts or behaviors

Tooth decay and gum disease

Tremors or shaking

If you are ready to begin your journey towards recovery from meth abuse, there are resources available to assist you in your process.

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digitalhomeonline · 2 years

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bombusbombus · 2 years

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It is vitally, vitally important that Clark Kent is boring.

I don't mean 'boring' in an inherently bad way. A desk job is boring. Data analysis is boring. Due process is boring. All of these things are imperative for a functioning society but almost nobody will ever be praised for them.

When my car got stolen a year ago, the guy who took it stole a bunch of other stuff too. I was sitting with a cop in a backroom of the campus police station for almost an hour while he was doing paperwork (to make sure everyone would get their stuff back), and at one point he looked up at me and he said, "sorry about this. It's not all shootouts and car chases like on TV."

And I almost said, "well, due process is sexy" (I didn't, for obvious reasons). But he looked surprised when I told him I thought due process was pretty cool. Like nobody is supposed to think due process is cool. Things are only cool if they're glamorous or flashy.

The guy who stole my car was horribly addicted to meth. The sheriff told me, "you should press charges so we can put him away for as long as possible."

The sheriff was lost in a world of heroes and villains. He was the "hero." The addict was the "villain." But the person who helped people was the guy at a desk, who went back over the mile long paper trail and returned every stolen item to its owner. The important stuff is when some guy in an office writes an algorithm to save endangered whales, or when the third double blind test finally shows sufficient evidence for the efficacy of a new cancer treatment. The goose that actually lays the golden egg almost never cackles.

This is why the 'Glasses' comic is so important, to me. We live in a world which glorifies exciting acts of heroism but not "boring" ones. We live in a world that thinks people like Clark Kent aren't important, when they're often doing the most important work, solving the systemic issues, saving people who aren't lost yet. Sometimes we need firefighters, but in a perfect world, we'd only need safety inspectors.

And sure, Superman is necessary within the story. There are disasters and villainy he can prevent. There are lives he can save. But being Superman is ultimately a terrible sacrifice, and if the heroism wasn't necessary he'd be Clark Kent all day. That's what makes him not a cop: he's not enjoying the car chases and shootouts. He avoids letting things get 'interesting' at all costs. He avoids glory.

The comic Strong Female Protagonist (by Brennan Lee Mulligan and Molly Ostertag, BRING IT BACK) has several fascinating pieces of philosophy on superheroes and society, but my favourite is this:

Kal-el, living solar battery, isn't just someone who contributes to society from the outside or the top. He plugs away at boring, everyday kindnesses just like other humans. (This can make for great contrasts with Lex Luthor, who is the epitome of a light bulb person and could never understand why Superman would want to be a battery.)

Clark Kent is boring. Clark Kent plays things by the book. Clark Kent is sexy in the same way that due process is sexy, and any character who thinks the Clark Kent side is 'less than' the Superman side, is textually a goddamn idiot. "No glory save honour" and he will always have both.

#I can't find that post about how Americans glorify short acts of heroism but not long term ones #god tier trope is when someone likes Clark better than Superman #It's interesting. I was just reading all star superman #and a parallel I noticed was that Lois doesn't like Clark as much as Superman because he's clumsy and weak #because she has that weird lightbulb-centric american attitude going on #whereas Luthor likes Clark MORE than Superman BECAUSE he's clumsy and weak #because Luthor associates 'battery people' with 'being an exploitable resource for ME'#and BOTH of them are WRONG #gnashing my teeth crying on the floor etc etc #superman #clark kent #dc #posting this WITHOUT EDITING ARE YOU READY BOYS #IT IS PAST MY BEDTIME #anyone else out there read sfp #is it ever coming back #they were so close to finishing it #that comic shaped my whole brain

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drugrehabscentersblog · 5 months

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jacksprostate · 8 months

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Before Project Mayhem, before fight club, before Marla, before Tyler — there is still one sad sack of shit.

The hard part about work trips isn't making the plane or seeing another family of five burnt into their leather seats. It's missing support groups.

See, if you're lucky, the company will send you out to a major city. Cities are great. A little advanced work to find a slightly below average church or library, you're set each night you're there.

It's a bit of novelty, getting to be a new face all at once. People assume you've just been diagnosed. It's never the failed treatments, the degradation of their life and everyone in it, the continuous experience of knowingly dying — none of those things are the worst thing that happens to you.

It's finding out they will.

So people cry. They crowd around, I sob like I've been told I've got stage four colon cancer and three weeks to live. We all cry. I sleep soundly on the plane back or in the nice, four star hotel my company provides me.

Flying out to a small town, though. I'll be awake enough to be hallucinating by the time I get back for Remaining Men Together. The only mercy is that the next time I show for all the groups I missed, I can see who thought I died. I get to be resurrected.

The other part about small towns, you have to take a second, shitter plane to a local airfield, or you have to take a rental car. One of the most popular rental cars available right now, it'll light itself on fire if you use the cruise control at the wrong time. I know this because I sat next to another guy with my job, who worked for a different company, and he said I'll show you mine if you show me yours. So I told him about the faulty airbags, and he told me about the overheating switch.

I prefer to avoid driving.

All the rental place at the airport has left for me, it's one of those flaming cars. I use cruise control. If I don't, one of my narcoleptic spells will send me into the Jersey barrier.

When you drive into these small towns, you have to try to pay attention, or you'll end up a county over talking about the wrong wreck. They're otherwise interchangeable, but the miles on your rental car won't line up and those are the type of records that might get pulled out when the company is finally sued for the big one ten years down the line.

As a result, I see the same decor on the way in every time. Meth lab. Abandoned homes. Garbage fire. Classic Americana. There is no four star hotel here; I sleep the same.

The only reason I've been brought out here is because the poor shithead who drove his truck into the ditch drunk was driving my company's flagship vehicle. It loses power steering if the car jostles the right way going above 55 miles per hour. I've been told to keep track of potential incidents and make sure the company can firmly claim it's not at fault.

We've had this problem for decades, and we will for many more. Sometimes, everything is falling apart.

The job is simple, and I only get tempted by the town's blatant opioid addiction for a day and night. Painkillers would probably make me sleep. The thing about being a recall campaign organizer, though, is like recognizes like. It's not only other Compliance and Liability guys who tell you company secrets while sharing the aisle in business class.

When I'm finally back in my own town, after my own support groups, after crying my eyes out into Bob's meaty middle — I pick up my mail. There's the newest IKEA magazine. Half of it looks like shit. The type of thing you'd only see in some curated art deco, modernist, post-modern traditionalist bohemian minimalist apartment.

I have to have it.

I go to sleep, hard, like God himself tucked me in. I sleep with my wallet net four hundred heavier, because even an IKEA spree tends not to outweigh a work trip. I sleep, with my called in IKEA goods only two short weeks away, my job well done, and I know, my life is complete.

#fight club #my writing #KEY INFO: this is Before Tyler #bit experimental as a result. how to peel away some of the narratorisms but have him still be the narrator? how to make him complacent #like a wisconsin dairy cow but still have undertones of extreme conscious and subconscious distress?#all car faults mentioned are real #ford had an overheating cruise control switch #and some other overheating fire switches #and jeep. i know because i knew a guy with a jeep — they randomly lose pwoer steering sometimes #horrific and scary and potentially deadly in any car — but jeeps have this known and bizzarely widely accepted flaw called the death wobble #which refers to the oscillations that rapidly feed on each other if the car is slightly out of tune #and can result in tearing the steering wheel from your hands #until you slow down #for some reason that's just accepted.#theres a lot of jeep propaganda #anyway you combine those two #you get the picture #i dont doubt theres been incidents even if there hasnt been major recalls lol #i hope this one comes across well... it's always strange to explore an almost hypothetical version of a character. the narrator where Tyler #is just a growing little menace in his head....#I think what made this one fun for me though is the narrator would still be pretty openly bleak I think but the SUBCONSCIOUS stuff.#especially all the stuff I implied at the end. very fun to write #and it was also just fun to lay down the like.... seeds. of things #this is before Tyler in the sense that it's before he was well cooked. Before they met. Etc. Pretty early into the support groups. But yk #he is sleeping.

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fujoshiwarrior · 4 months

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will probably delete in the morning plus im sure someone is gonna call me a killjoy for this but sometimes i think about this one post joking about teenagers doing drugs, like there was a screenshot of a headline about substance use being on the decline for teens and then the caption was like "this is so sad 💔" and it had dozens of reblogs and appeared on my dash several times

i know it's a joke but... when you had a friend in middle school who got hooked on opioids and overdosed in high school and died at the ripe old age of 15 years old, when you know ex-meth addicts who almost died because of it, when you have friends with ptsd from their parent's substance use and personally knew a girl in high school who had to raise and pay for herself and her little sister because her mom couldn't raise them because of her drug use, jokes like that stop being funny or acceptable.

demonizing addiction isn't the point here, the point is that i think its extremely tasteless and fucked up to trivialize and joke about a very pervasive problem that's killed hundreds of people and traumatized so many more. i know that societal & state treatment of drugs addicts is to blame in many (if not all) of these cases but i think that makes it even more fucked up to joke about actually!

i've been getting this sentiment lately from a lot of people on here that it's okay to make fun of deeply traumatic situations because of... reasons, i guess, or they think people who have trauma from those things are whiny. and frankly, because many people on here are deeply sheltered and self centered

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Can you please make another mommy kink trevor philips fic , I'm okay with you not taking requests, I just LOVE LOVE the way you write him needy and whiny is PERFECT , I keep rereading your fics

I have a special speciality for Trevor's mommy kink. I fucking love writing it. One of my favourite things to do LOL

Summary: Trevor likes to act up, you made him change his mind quickly though.

TW: -Smut

Word count: 2686

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

A man so rugged, scary, dangerous. Any normal person would look at him and see Satan spawning in those ugly black pupils. His lips were tattered with scars and unhealed cuts. His face, with every inch of exposed skin, were smothered with dirt and permanent marks from all the conflict he insists. He didn’t even have to try and look this rocky and jagged. Whenever he smiled – his natural, yellow smile – it looked down-right creepy. There was no innocence behind those raged eyes, none at all. This is what he presented, and it didn’t attract anyone.

But you.

You had him wrapped around your pinkie like a swan and her baby.

You knew him. He wasn’t all this “macho, eating flesh, sniffing meth, shooting innocent scums” guy. As time goes on, all he needed was a little ounce of love and affections for him to turn into this “I found this flower and it reminds me of you” man. He was a gentle man. He was gently aggressive.

Is that a thing? Yes. It is with Trevor.

Picture this: stroking your skin so rough that it feels like a slap. That’s him.

He was talented at changing how he touches and perceives you. He’d never want to hurt you, it was never something he ever considered. You were his favourite girl, his favourite woman. He wanted to impress you. It took long enough to see through his ugly exterior and he wants you to savour his lonely soul.

You completed him enough to heal this wound that had been made years and years before.

A woman.

Womanly love.

Maternal love.

Trevor has found home in your care and affections. You replaced that beast who tormented him. His mother, that bitch. He opened up more and more about her treatment and he thought he deserved all that abuse. Even if he refuses to believe the truth, you still gave him hope that there is a cure for his illness that stains his mind. You provided a comfortable, stable relationship (even if he wasn’t capable of keeping it stable himself).

Anyways… Enough of that. The wound is too deep to disfigure and it would take your whole life to understand him properly. So you just let him differ and express himself in ways you’d think was… Unusual. By unusual, it means that hardcore mommy kink he has. He was a switch at heart and some nights he felt so overwhelming alone, but horny. It was your job to love that poor little boy which was trapped in that hormonal, drug-addicted head.

It was one of those nights.

Tucked into your chest, he reminisced about the past few weeks he had shared with you. Trevor’s face was stuffed between your breasts, both of you naked. It wasn’t sexual, not yet, he just loved skin-to-skint contact. Whenever he wanted to cuddle, it had to be without clothes on. The friction and restriction of not being “close enough” made cuddling less enjoyable, so he had to be naked in order for it to calm him down.

His hands happily caressed your lower back. Them dirty nails would leave red lines from your shoulder blades to your ass. It was a repetitive move that it didn’t hurt nor sting anymore.

“Mmm…” He had paused his mid-ramble to breathe in the fumes of your breasts. It was a long inhale. You felt his breath linger against your sensitive skin, occasionally sending electric energy down your spine.

The night was still young. Your eyes peeled open when you felt his naked groin grind against your inner thighs. He was grunting. You looked down at your breasts (where he was hiding) and saw him obviously trying to subtly jack off to your thighs.

“Trevor?”

He knew he was caught now and just whined. His thrusts had gotten more obvious since you’d catch him. His penis, fully erected, was diving in and out of your thighs that were pressed together like a real fleshlight. You refrained yourself from moaning due to his cock stroking the sensitive patch of your inner thigh.

“Trevor…” You repeated bashfully, “What are you… Doing?”

“I’m too horny.” He growled. He moved out of your breasts before inserting his full attention on the nipples. That long, tormenting tongue stroked the surface until he tried to suck as much of your breasts as he could. He sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked.

Your hands clenched onto his hair, cradling his head as he continued to suck your tits. You’d hear him mumble out small whimpers when you attempted to pull him away. He refused to move an inch.

“Trevor, baby – “

“Don’t stop me!” Cried Trevor after you had departed him from your swollen nipple and breast. He still had his penis stuffed between your thighs, the length twitching every second also.

“Take it slow, tiger.”

“Fuckin’… No! I want to suck your tits.”

“Easy – “

“[y/n], don’t play with me. I’m so horny, I want your tits…” He begged.

“Trevor, take it easy. Don’t outrun yourself.”

“I can’t stop myself, mommy.” And it just came out.

That’s when you knew he was in that maternally deprived mood. You should of known the warning signs when it was there. So you fondled the back of his neck and calmed him down. He fell back into your embrace and made whiney noises against your collarbone.

“Tell me how good it feels.” You decided to ask as he was humping your thighs dry.

Trevor gurgled some distorted moans before his ability to speak had returned.

“So good… So good, it’s so hot…”

“Yeah? Are you going to cum yet?”

“I- I’m almost…” He took a sharp exhale, “Fuuuck…”

Then you praised him so more. Trevor had arched his back with your hand around his neck. He moaned your name, thrusting harder and faster that your poor thighs were growing rashes and bruises. It wasn’t long until his whole body went into spasms and that hard boner squirted cum all over your lower stomach, some on your bedsheets. He couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry, mommy!” Trevor wailed as his cock didn’t stop ejaculating semen everywhere.

“Shhh…”

“I made a mess, ma… I made a big mess.”

“I can see.”

“I’m sorry, I made a mess!”

You wiped away drool from his lip, “Enough,” You’d tell him, “Stop. Don’t apologise. Stop apologising for feeling good, baby.”

Trevor watched your thumb effortlessly wipe away his saliva. He wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. There was still so much tension in him that was struggling to come out. He’d give you glassy, sad eyes and call your name.

“[y/n].”

“Mhm?”

“I – “ He lets his finger drape across the breast he sucked earlier on, “I’m still horny. It hurts, mama…”

“It hurts?”

“Make me feel good, ma. I’m real horny.”

You sighed, “Okay, baby. Alright.”

The way his eyes lit up. He squeezed his hands together and gave you that iconic, Trevor grin. The feral in his face grew more strong and heavy.

“Gimme more…” He slowly slurred with lust, “I want more, ma.”

“Patience first.”

He cried, “More! More! I want more! I don’t want to wait.”

“Trev – “

But he was already pestering at your breasts again. That sloppy tongue was leaving trails of his drool everywhere. You gripped onto the mattress when he’d playfully bite your nipple and suck you all in. He was so fast. Trevor had completely crawled over your body, his weight pressing against your chest that was being abused by his nasty mouth.

“Trevor!” You gasped.

“Oh God, you have perfect tits…”

“Trevor… Stop – “

“I don’t wanna stop, mommy. I waited too long.” He snickered like a bratty school boy.

If he wants to act like a prick, he can be treated like one; your thoughts exactly. While he was rudely exploiting your breasts, you had reached for his sore cock and with one swift motion, you grabbed it and clenched your fists.

You wanted to replay the moment he jumped back and drastically moaned your name. He sobbed when you didn’t loosen your grip. His hips began jerking all over the place, trying to nudge you off.

“FUCK! AH, AH!”

His penis throbbed in your hands. This uncircumcised, small dick he calls “good enough” was going crazy. Despite Trevor’s painful cries, you knew he enjoyed it. No man would have his erection twitching like this.

“[y/n], fuckin’…” He was struggling to speak. Trevor was now on his all fours. He looked up at you with your hand violating his penis. He wanted to slap your hand away but he couldn’t.

“This is what naughty boys deserve.”

Because he deserved it, just like you said.

“But ma! – “

“But ma, but ma! No, nothing!” You played on his feelings a little more.

“No, don’t say that.”

Your grip tightened on his dick, making his words stutter pathetically.

“No what? Why should I listen to you when you don’t listen to me, hm?”

“Mommy… I’m sorry, [y/n], eh! Babe!”

“Don’t mommy me, Trevor. Your fetish makes you a very naughty boy.” Talking dirty was always a speciality when it’s with Trevor.

He sucked in his lips and stared at the way you used your tongue to speak.

“You like that, darling?” His cock twitched more as you spoke, “You like the way I talk to you?”

“Yes mommy…”

“Why’s that? Why do you like being spoken to like that?”

“Because… I- I deserve it.” Trevor whispered, his eyes barely open at how intense the pleasure was.

You squeezed his dick one last time before he hunched forward, burying his face in your neck and squirting (once again). He moaned intensely.

“Fuuuuuck! AH! OH, YEAH!” Cum soaked the bedsheets now. He couldn’t help but lie against you, his whole body weight in your arms. The orgasm must of taken a turn considering he began choking on tears.

“That feel so good, baby?” You purr.

“Oh, fuck… Ma, I – “ Trevor gulped, “I feel so much better. Ah… Fuck…”

“Now… Only good boys get another chance at feeling good again.”

His face dropped and he stared up at you with despair.

“What?”

“You heard me, sweetie.”

“No, no. But… Mama, c’mon… Babe? [y/n]? Sugar? I- I’ll fuckin’… I’ll do the shopping, I’ll do the gardening, please! Ma, please!”

“Don’t act like you deserve it, Trevor.” You’d grin.

He shook his head frantically. His hands gripping onto your waist, your stomach, your breasts. His breathing had grown rapid.

“I love you, I love your body, you’re amazing, I love you – “

“Trevor.”

“No, no. I wanna… I wanna feel good! Please, mommy… Please, this ain’t funny anymore! Stop playing with me!”

“I’m not playing with you.”

He growled, “I hate begging, ma! I hate it!”

“I know you do, babe. But you can’t get what you want, right?”

“Fuck you! You bitch!”

You raised an eyebrow at his profound insults. Trevor paused when he realised what he had said. His little outburst had possibly destroyed the last chance he had of receiving more pleasure from you. He nibbled his bottom lip and waited for a reaction, but when he saw nothing but disappointment in your face, he broke down and began praising you like a Greek God.

“Fuck! I didn’t mean it!” He was on his knees, hands stroking your body, “I’m sorry!”

You frowned and went to stand up before he pulled you back onto the bed.

“Baby! I didn’t mean it! I want you, so bad!”

“Shut up, Trevor, shut the fuck up!”

He went dead silent, mouth dropped open.

“What do you want, huh?” You were hostile, intimidating.

Trevor was too afraid to speak. He just looked around the room for a saviour.

“What do you want, Trevor?” Your voice growing louder.

“Ma! I want you! Just you, I just wanna feel good!” He whimpered and held his arms open, desperate for warmth.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, mommy! Yes!”

“How do you want to feel good?”

Trevor chewed on his tongue, “I- I… I want your cunt, babe.”

There was a deep desire that was living in your gut. You were horny as well. You did want something to cure it. Even if he didn’t deserve it, you were just using him at this point. Like a doll.

“My pussy?” You’d muse and walk over, your hand fitting around his neck as he moaned softly.

“Yes…” He breathed and gave you a smirk, “Your pussy…”

“That’s right.”

Trevor groaned when you sat on his lap. His naked crotch was pressing against your cunt, his favourite thing. He grinned when you started to use both hands and choke him. He struggled to breathe, but he loved it. He ogled you with admiration as you took matters into your own hands.

“Mmm…” You murmured when you pushed his dick into your pussy. His lap was shaky – by all means – of all the torture you’d put him through. It was understandable.

“Oh – “ He muffled out a longing moan and jerked his hips up, beginning to thrust.

The penetration itself was glorious. You bounced onto his beaten cock and choked Trevor as he turned bright red and blue. He squealed out a sigh of pleasure, still managing to survive through the choke-hold.

“God, fuck…” A gasp left your lips.

Riding him was a regular occurrence. It was your favourite position together. That or doggy style… But either way, whenever there’s a whole to fuck (Trevor’s words).

The both of you kept on moaning together as the night grew old. It was like a ghost-town outside. You wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbours had heard your activities with Trevor (like you don’t do this most days).

“Urgh – “ Trevor panted, getting close.

You loosened your grip around his neck so he could be more vocal. Nonetheless, you were whining and growing more overstimulated with his dick in your cunt. You exhaled heavily and rode him more and more until your laps were both numb.

“Maaa!”

“Oh God…” It was getting closer and closer now. Your pussy was soaked and his cock throbbed continuously.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He whispered.

“Ah… Ah!” You pressed your forehead against his, “Shit. Oh yeah, tell me how much you love my fucking pussy, babe.”

“I fuckin’ love your cunt, mama… It’s so hot, I love – OH, SHITT!” He bellowed and released his third load from today. He held you down onto his lap and came inside you, his voice hoarse from all the moaning and yelling he had done.

“Oh… Oh my, God!” You gasped at your orgasm that filtered his dick with your cum. He shivered when the sensation of your hot fluid painted his skin. He quickly thrusted back into you so both your cum would merge and mix together, bonding.

“Mmmm…” He’d growl lowly with a smirk.

“So good, babe.”

“Uh, huh…”

“God, my fucking cunt.” You fingered your clit and groaned when you had finished your orgasm.

Trevor licked his lips and stared at you with absolute devotion. He smiled as you closed your eyes to remind yourself of the pleasure.

“I love you, ma.” His whispers were coarse.

“Jesus… Just shut up and cuddle, yeah?” There was no bitterness behind your words, he knew that. You were too immense to act so “lovely dovely”.

“Okay, yeah. But I love you.”

“I lo – “

“I love you.” Trevor repeated.

“Woah, oka – “

“I love you.”

“Trevor!” You laughed, “Goddamn! Let me speak. I was going to say, I love you too…”

“I know,” He smirked, “I just wanted to say it three times.”

“You said it four times actually.”

“Oh! Little miss smartass!”

“Shut up, Trevor.”

“Your tits actually tasted quite nice. A bit salty but that’s sweat, right?”

You rolled your eyes, “Bedtime. Now.”

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Okay, my long overdue infodump about yokai medicine/painkillers is here. Just as a heads up, there will be discussion of and reference to a variety of drugs, drug use, and addiction.

There are three main forms of treatment used to deal with pain: pharmaceutical drugs similar or identical to the ones used by humans, potions, and spells. For now, I'll focus on pharmaceutical type medications.

So, to begin, I do need to address the fact that the yokai population has an immense level of biodiversity, from skeletons to insects to dragons. This means that the use of medicine is probably incredibly complicated, as a given substance can has wildly different effects on different species--not to mention that even within a species a compound can have different results (see: stimulants and how they have drastically different effects for people with ADHD than for neurotypicals).

Add to that the fact that we also see a large variety of sizes for different yokai, from Exploding Frankie (maybe a foot tall) to the colossal building-sized creatures we see walking around int he first episode of the show, and you've got a very complex problem. (Size is relevant in figuring out dosages because drugs often have different effects at different doses, but also because larger people tend to need more to have an effect in the first place. A dose that would kill a mouse probably wouldn't kill a 6 foot tall man, for example, but depending on the exact drug it might still mess him up a lot.)

This means that it would be very difficult to, if not impossible, to properly categorize a chemical based on its effects. Sure, they know Adderall works as a stimulant and opiates are painkillers for humans, but how does that translate to a slime yokai who doesn't even have a nervous system? How do you effectively (and ethically) figure that out when the population of slime yokai is extremely limited? In all honesty, you probably don't.

(As a side note, it's fairly important that for the drugs humans use, they go through large amounts of animals trials before ever being tested on people to a) make sure the drug actually has the effect it's meant to, b) figure out what potential side effects might crop up, and c) find out what a lethal dose is. That's because we can reasonably compare the reactions of animals to what we might see in a human body. For large amounts of the yokai population, that comparison probably does not work.)

So yokai can, in dire circumstances, use substances that humans would (as painkillers, sedatives, etc) but it would be very difficult to know what dosages are safe for a given species, if any are. This would also mean that the Hidden City probably has a very different approach to drug education: less "ooh these drugs are evil and you'll get addicted immediately if you ever try them" and more "just because meth acts as a stimulant for humans doesn't mean it can't kill you at half the dose it takes them to even get an effect so be fucking careful".

I would imagine that drug regulation works very differently in the Hidden City out of necessity. After all, you can't even reliably say what effects a given chemical has, let alone recommend a dose for people to use. In a lot of cases, the best that the HC can do is probably enforce purity standards and proper labeling of products so that at the very least, people know what chemical they're actually getting and how much of it.

Which of course means that their legal system is entirely different when it comes to drug related crimes, because the use/possession of drugs is something that cannot effectively be criminalized when a pill that would cause an overdose in one person would act as a mild cough suppressant in another. (That and the whole idea behind making drugs illegal in the first place is to prevent addiction by making access harder, which... is a bit of a weird premise in the first place? but that's a whole other rant. Yes, use declines somewhat when the drug is made illegal, but it also makes it much harder for addicts to get the treatment they need when drug use is criminalized.)

Given the length of this post I think I'll cut it off here and edit with links when I get the other topics covered lmao.

Part 2 Part 3

#rottmnt #tw drugs #tw drugs mention #minor interference au #minor interference lore #bambi's rambling #this post brought to you by the fact that i'm a psych major and addiction psychology is my favorite class this semester lmao #also it's entirely possible that this post isn't fully accurate for how drugs work/are tested irl so like. don't quote me on this #i'm just pretending to know what i'm talking about

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