fun fact: Drug addiction is a public health issue, and approaching it as if it were a law enforcement issue is prejudicial to addicts and will result in their suffering and death
if you just assume addiction is a method of self-medicating, you’ll pretty much never be wrong.
now, not everything people self-medicate for actually has a proper treatment. i’m pretty sure the reason my uncle made sure to be slightly drunk at all times ‘to round the sharp corners off of things’ was sensory processing disorder. i have that too, and i just kind of accept that i’m going to randomly get my brain sandpapered from time to time. there is no medication for that. all you can do is dull your senses. i’ve chosen not to, but i can’t blame him for his decisions. when a ringing phone feels like getting hit upside the head with a frying pan, liver damage sounds like a fair price to pay.
anyway, it seems really self-evident to me that people don’t enjoy living the life of an addict, they do it because the alternative looks worse. people don’t get addicted to substances just for funsies. they start making a habit of taking something because of insomnia, or grief, or headaches, or depression, or seething undirected rage and terror they can’t put a name to – something that they can’t ignore or shrug off. and for whatever reason – lack of access, lack of knowlege, lack of money, or it just plain doesn’t exist – they aren’t able to apply the Approved Correct Remedy. they use what they can get.
addicts aren’t some weird otherfolk who inexplicably just Do Drugs because they’re Bad. addicts are you with a problem you can’t solve.
Even funner fact: the entire public health field has been full throat screaming all of this for decades, and yet law enforcement priorities have clotheslined change at every turn.
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
She’s sitting on his lap, legs wrapped around his in front of the mirror while he has three fingers slamming in and out of her sopping hole. Her hands are tied behind her back with his suit tie, restricting any and all movement.
“Please, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. Can I please cum?”
Harry just growls, gripping her tighter. “No, you’re gonna fucking hold it”
Despite his words, he brings one hand to play with her nipples and speeding his fingers up inside of her, only shoving her closer to an orgasm. Her body can’t handle all the stimulation, her quivering hole clenching down onto his fingers, legs locking as she screams out her orgasm and squirts all over the mirror.
He’s taken aback, but not for long. It’s exactly what he expected. “Did you just fucking cum?!?” he grunts, feigning shock.
She nods guiltily, scared of what her punishment will be. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to it just felt too g-“
Her words are cut off with a moan as he starts slamming his hand into her hole again, one hand coming up to her neck. “You wanted to cum? Now you’re really gonna fucking cum” he growls, grabbing her face to turn it to him and force her mouth open. He spits into her open mouth and slaps her face. “Swallow it” he demands and she instantly obeys.
He takes his fingers out and rubs furiously over her over sensitive clit, making her eyes clench shut and she whines out. He slaps her pussy harshly the second he sees it. “Keep your fucking eyes open!” he yells rubbing the nub once again.
“Daddy, I can’t. It’s too much, please”
“You can and you fucking will. Now watch me wreck this tight little hole” he moans, rubbing his throbbing erection against her backside. With a few more rubs she moans out and bucks wildly, her legs flailing as she squirts once more, but this time it’s a lot more than anticipated. Her legs kick and shake wildly, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Yes, that’s it baby. Cum for Daddy” he moans against her ear as he holds her tightly to him. Once she comes down, he taps her face, she’s falling asleep.
“Awww my poor baby. Are you sleepy?” he coos and she nods. He takes her by surprise and yanks her up, and manhandles her to be standing. “That’s too bad, hm? We’re far from fucking done. On your fucking knees, slut”
Summary: You and Buck are neighbors, friendly neighbors but not to close. He kills the bugs you don’t like and does handyman things and you cook him dinner in return. He comes home to see you crying one day and everything changes
Warnings: SMUT MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.
Toxic relationship and gaslighting(neither from Buck), dirty talk, female receiving oral
Notes: Happy Feral Thursday! @ssahotchswifemain knows I love slight angst that turns to smut with our favorite firehose.
8:56 pm-Please hurry, it’s huge. Door open. Might die
Buck couldn’t help but laugh when he got your text. He left his apartment and walked the few feet it took to get yours. He rapped on the door and put his hand on the doorknob.
“I said it was open! Hurry up!!!!” You squeal from inside and he shakes his head when he opens the door.
Grayson is the absolute best man. Because he is rough and dominant to you in bed but he’ll be praising you while you do it and telling you when you’re doing such a good job 🥺🥵 like he’ll grab you and throw you into your knees and push your legs apart and fuck you rough until you cry and wrap his bicep around your throat but he’ll be whispering in your ear the whole time like yeah mama look at you being so good for me. Such a good girl for daddy. Taking me so good baby. Taking my dick so goooddd
YOU REALLY FUCKED ME UP WITH THIS BIG TIME. my stomach and coochie right now: 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
You couldn’t even think at the moment - not with the way he was pounding into you so hard that the headboard thumped against the wall at the same time as Grayson’s hips against yours. He had wedged a pillow between the headboard and wall, but it unfortunately slipped down with each thrust. Your face was shoved into the other pillows, hands grasping onto the bedsheets for dear life. Your hair was knotted in his hands, fingers pulling the strands back to release your moans into the thick and heavy air.
“Fuuuccckkk,” you wantonly weeped, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks from the agonizing pleasure coursing through your spent body.
“That’s it,” Grayson groans in your hair, his body hovering over your back as his hips fucked into you faster and harder. “Takin’ this dick like a good girl, huh?”
His knees pushed your legs wider apart, causing a stretching burn in your inner thighs. You let out a long wail as he goes even faster, each moan punched out of you with each pound inside of you. You grabbed onto the edge of the bed, desperately trying to pull yourself away Grayson fucking you so good. But he has other plans and instead grabs your hips tighter, yanking you back into him, one hand gripping your hip as the other slides up your sweaty back to grab onto your shoulder.
“You tryna run from this dick,” he lets out a cocky laugh, sweaty dripping down his face and chest as you muffled your screams once more. Using his hand on your shoulder for leverage, he grunts every time he fucks you from behind. “Don’t fuckin’ run, baby. You take it like a good girl, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes, daddy, yes, yes,” you squealed, words tumbling out of your mouth before you could even comprehend what they were. You were completely fucked stupid, only letting out pornographic moans and letting Grayson fuck you into oblivion.
“That’s my girl,” he huffs out another laugh and groans as your wetness drips down his cock and onto his balls. “Fuck, look at that.”
He pulls out with a vulgar and sopping wet pop, your cunt inflamed and gaping open. He yanks your legs out from under you, laying you completely flat on the rumpled bed. He makes sure your legs are still spread as his large hands grab your ass cheeks, squeezing and lightly smacking the flesh. He spreads your cheeks open to get a better look at your dripping pussy. He hums in satisfaction when you let out a small, embarrassed whine. Grayson gathers up his saliva and crudely spits onto your pussy, the warmth of his spit making you blush and squirm.
“Look at you being so good for me, mama,” he gruffly tells you in your ear, his hot breath and baritone vibrations against your back making you squirm some more.
He rests his weight on his elbows as he pushes his cock back inside your sensitive pussy, quietly hushing you when you let out a weak moan. “Daddy’s got you,” he groans, giving you sweaty cheek a wet kiss as he begins fucking you at the same brutal pace from before. At the sound of your resumed drawn out cries, he grins in your shoulder. “Takin’ my dick so good.”
“Gonna make me-e cu-um aga-ain.” Your sentence was stuttered from the pace of his rough pounding. Your eyes rolled back and your cunt walls fluttered around his hard dick.
At the feeling of your walls tightening and fluttering, Grayson plants his hands on either side of you and lifts his upper body up. His muscles tensed as he fucked into you so hard that your body starts sliding up the bed. You braced your hands on the headboard and let out a final scream before your wetness gushed out of you like a fucking waterfall. Grayson throws his head back and groans so loud that you can feel it through your entire trembling body. He shoves himself deep inside you one final time before his thick load spills into you. The warmth of his cum makes you mewl softly, hips slowly moving from side to side.
“I got you, baby,” he whispers as he slowly pulls out, watching in satisfaction as his cum slowly leaks out of you, sliding down your clit before pooling onto the sheets. “Holy fuck.”
“What?” You whispered, your voice hoarse and throat dry after the 2 hour rough session you just endured. “May I have some water, please?”
“Of course, sweet girl,” Grayson softly tells you, pushing your hair from your sweaty face to give you kisses all over, loving the way you close your eyes and hum quietly. “With ice?” You nod sluggishly, already on the verge of sleep. “Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. I gotta clean you up, okay?”
“‘Kay,” you whisper, feeling the deep ache beginning to settling in your hips, thighs, and pussy. There was a numbing tingle all around your body, and you knew for a fact that if you stood up right now, you’d be just like Bambi. “Hurry back..”
Grayson made sure to go to his connected bathroom first, finding a clean wash cloth and soaking it under the warm water before wiping himself off. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants, not bothering to put on a pair of clean boxers because he knows how much you love naked cuddling after sex. He pushes his ruffled hair away from his face before leaving his room and heading to the kitchen. What he didn’t expect was a very tired and very grumpy Ethan eating a bowl of cereal.
“Bro, were you listening to us, you fucking weirdo?” Grayson couldn’t help but snap. He stomped to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of cool water before going over to the cupboard.
“I had no other choice, Grayson!” Ethan shouted. “I was practically forced into listening to you two fuck like bunnies!” He angrily shoves milk soaked cereal into his mouth as he stares at his cocky younger brother. “Jesus fuck, Grayson. Did you murder Y/N?”
“Just her pussy,” Grayson lets out the loudest laugh at Ethan’s yell. “You can go back to bed, E. Don’t be such a drama queen.”
Grayson grabs your cup of water with ice and his bottle of water as he makes his way back to his room, eager to end the night with cuddles and kisses and tired whispers. But not before Ethan shouts behind his back, “I’ll stop being a drama queen when you fucking stop being a sex maniac!” The only thing Grayson did was smile.
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