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[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

141 as your drug dealer boyfriend

Ghost- Let's be real with ourselves, Ghost is not a good man. He doesn't care who he hurts, as long as he gets his. He will do anything to get what he wants and there is no stopping him. It's what made him a great soldier, and it's what makes him a great kingpin. He moves weight to put it lightly. There isn't a moment where an uncut key is unmoving; from a warehouse, to a plane (or car, or train), to a distributor, to a pusher, to up someone's nose. He'll try to do some damage control, make sure things aren't cut with fent, but that's only to make sure customers keep coming back. He likes to keep his hands clean, in the sense that he'll never be the one to pull the trigger on anyone that's out of line. Living up to his name, no one knows what he looks like. Hell, a lot of people don't even think he's real.

But when it comes to you, Simon's a different man. No talk about work, just you and him. Other than the multiple hidden guns around the house and Glock he sleeps with, life is normal with you. Holiday homes in the French countryside and Bahamas. Designer everything. Sports cars in all your favorite colors. You want for nothing. It's the life he wanted for you. After all those years of crying and hurt when he was away for weeks or months, you deserved the world. Want the new Hermès bag? You got it. Can't choose between the black or white louboutins? Get both. Stop eating you out because you can't feel your toes anymore? Sorry love, only thing he can't do for you.

Soap- Johnny is a small business owner. Weighs everything out by his own hand. Presses his own pills. Let's you help baggie everything up. A social butterfly, this man is at every concert, rave, or music festival. Sometimes he has a friend help push his stuff when he just wants to stay home with you, but for the most part he's his own salesman. And a damn good one. Never has overstock. No matter how much he brings with him, he'll always sellout.

Has a supernatural sense of being shorted. Can tell if a bag is even a few grams off just by holding it.

"Ye'r an idiot if ye think ye kin short me."

And when the other party denies, he always keeps a pocket scale on him, setting the parcel on it. And sure enough, he's always right.

He'll come home with a few grand, the only job you have is to sit there and look pretty. And roll his spliffs. Sitting in his lap, tucking the rolling paper into itself and licking it closed while he counts out a fat wad of cash. He hands you a fat stack,

"A've never bin good wi' money. Ye know how to spend it better than me."

He never touches the stuff he sells, no need to when all the dopamine he needs is right between your legs.

"Ten times better than any o tha' shite, anyways."

He pants in your ear while folding you in half, firm grip on your throat.

Gaz- When it comes to psychedelics, Kyle is your go-to man. He's a fucking genius, synthesizes his own DMT and LSD in a lab. It's a state of the art facility, clean with the latest and greatest equipment available. He supplies the whole Northeast. If it's a hallucinogen, it's most likely Gaz's product. And if it's good, it's definitely his. He has a cozy set up with some "organization" that he cooks for. Steers clear of actually selling to people, no need to when his clients line his pockets so well. Never brings work home, he even wears different clothes when he's in the lab.

He has a set schedule he has to adhere to but sometimes he's able to take vacations with you. And that's how you ended up bent over a balcony watching the sunset in Punta Cana,

"I work so hard to make you happy, now it's my turn yeah?"

A breeze sends a shiver up your spine while he kisses your shoulder,

"I know a private beach where you can even out those tan lines,"

Of course he doesn't give a shit about that, he just wants to fuck you silly on the seaside (and show off to anyone who might be watching.)

Price- Caring and nurturing, the man naturally has a green thumb. And alongside his prized heirloom tomatoes, he grows really, really good weed. Has a whole growroom in his basement, decked out with proper ventilation, ACs, UV lights, the works. The man grows medical grade weed that private clinics buy from him. He's legit. And of course he serves the public as well under the table, sells only to people he knows and established clients can refer others to him. He treats his plants like his babies, even going as far as to play music for them (according to him classical music helps them grow better???). You don't know where he finds the time, but he also made you rose garden for your anniversary. He brings up the idea of a family every so often. He'll finish as deep inside of you as possible,

"Let's replace that plant nursery for a real one, yeah love?"

Gonna write actual stories for each one if y'all like this ( . * 3 * . )/`

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[zombholic]

PRIVACY — dina woodward

description — one shot, dealer!dina, mean dina, poc! fem reader, naïve reader, young reader, older dina, SMUT, mdi, 18+, mentions of drugs, usage of drugs, mention of guns.

authors note — CREDS TO AURAL CANDY BIG INSPO FROM THEM!!

“You heard from Ty yet?” Dina sat on the couch weighing the marijuana on the scale.

“He called and said he gonna be late.” Her friend Jordan replied back as he was scooping the white powder into little baggies.

Dina’s phone chimed continuously, her frustration starting to become more apparent. She grabbed her phone rolling her eyes only making Jordan curious.

“Who blowing up your shit D?”

“You know that girl I said I was talking to? The fucking hot one.” He nodded his head in response.

“She’s so fucking clingy man, I deadass told her I was gonna be busy for a bit n here she is fucking calling and texting me.” Dina was talking about you, the hot ones are always crazy right?

“Just turn your phone off.” He suggested but that only made her give him the ‘are you stupid’ look.

“And what if Ty calls?” Dina ran the little business she had going on but Ty was the delivery man, he was important.

“What she look like?” Dina seemed excited for this question, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her camera roll before showing him the picture of you all dolled up for her on a date.

“She’s fucking gorgeous but fuck she’s annoying.” She put her phone away bagging the little pills and separating them in a pile.

“She looks young, probably is annoying.” See Dina was the only one who was allowed to call you annoying, she stared at Jordan making him a little fearful.

“She is young, only five years older than her, she said she gotta thing for older women.” Dina chuckled.

Suddenly there was a couple of knocks at Dina’s front door, Jordan was quick to pull his gun out. She waved her hand at him to hide it at least, walking over to her door she opened it ajar only to see your pretty self behind the door with a glass pan in your hands.

“Y/n? Why- what the fuck are you doing here?” She pulled you inside quickly locking the door.

“I’m sorry D, I didn’t mean to bother you but I baked you some brownies.” You were so innocent, only wanting to bring your favorite girl something sweet.

“Are you fucking dumb? Did you not read my texts?” She was dumbing you down, you looked at her with guilty eyes.

“M’sorry Dina, I was trying to—“ “Shut the fuck up, how did you even get here?” You flinched a little with how aggressive she was becoming.

“I have your location..” You were biting the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact with her.

She grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks so hard they pressed against your teeth, her fingers digging into them it started to hurt.

“How dare you not respect my privacy, I do so fucking much for you and here you are disrespecting me.” She grabbed the pan out of your hands and roughly threw it on the table.

“M’sorry, please I didn’t know you would get so mad.” Your fingers wrapped around her wrist that had a deathly grip on your face.

“You see my friend over there?” You looked over at Jordan and nodded your head.

“He was ready to blow your fucking brains out, I didn’t want you over here because you could’ve fucking died.” She jabbed her finger at your head like you were stupid.

“Sorry Dina, I won’t do it again.” You farrowed your brows feeling the tears build up in your eyes.

“Oh you’re sorry? Show me how fucking sorry you are.” She snaked her hand behind your neck and dragged you over to the couch, throwing you down on it.

“Jordan, fuck outta here.” He listened to her, quickly leaving the place.

“Get on your fucking knees whore.” You couldn’t even deny the fact that Dina degrading you didn’t leave a pool in your panties.

Not wanting her to making even more pissed off you listened, quickly getting on your knees on the hardwood floor. Dina grabbed your chin forcing you to look up at her with those pretty doe eyes of yours that she loved to see roll to the back of your head.

“Open.” She demanded, you parted your lips sticking your tongue out, Dina hovered over your face spitting into your mouth.

“Swallow.” You were her bitch, listening to every command that she barked at you.

“Take off your fucking dress, this pretty little dress that I bought you.” Her hand clashed against your face catching you off balance.

“You’re being so mean.” You pouted slipping the dress off your body leaving you only in your panties.

“Oh I’m so sorry Sweetheart.” You could feel the sarcasm biting you in the ass “I couldn’t give a single fuck.” She chuckled.

“Unzip my jeans and let me fuck your stupid little face.” Your fingers were quick to undo her pants, her flesh colored strap slipping out.

“Relax your jaw and open as wide as you can.” There was a hint of sweetness in her voice but that quickly vanished when she slapped her cock against your tongue.

Her fingers tangled in your hair pushing your head down on her strap, you felt the tip of it hitting the back of your throat making you gag, tears slowly slipped from your eyes as she started fastening her pace. Your nails dug into her clothed thighs looking up at her through your wet lashes.

“S’pretty like that.” She licked her lips, groaning every time the strap pushed bask against her clit.

You felt your spit spill down her cock to your chin, she pulled your head away having you inhaling for air, the string of spit connecting from your lips to her strap drove her crazy. You quickly wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, Dina leaned down giving you a sloppy kiss.

“On the couch.” She licked her teeth watching how eagerly you switch positions from the floor to the couch.

“Nah, face down ass up, I don’t wanna see your fucking face, pissed me off.” She pushed your back in even more, your ass wiggling in her face resulting in her slapping it so hard bruises were going to form.

She teased your soaking slit with the tip of her strap, gathering up all your arousal before slapping your ass once again making you whine out in pain.

“Gonna teach you not to invade my privacy like that again you fucking slut.” Without warning she thrusted the strap inside your gummy walls.

“Ooh fuucck…” You gasped, your eyes rolling back feeling her cock stretch you out so nicely.

Dina had wrapped her hands around your hips holding you in place as she fucked you mercilessly from behind, every gasp from your lips had her slapping your ass.

“So fucking tight baby, whose fucking pussy is this?” You could hear the grin she had on her face.

“Fuucking yours, ohmygod it’s yours Dina.” The way you moaned her name only clouded her mind even more.

The whole apartment was filled with the sounds of your screaming, hips clapping together and your squelching pussy Dina was drilling into like her life depended on it. She wrapped your hair around her fingers pulling you back against her chest, her teeth biting your earlobe.

“M’gonna cum Dina, fuck i’m gonna cum!” Her hand trailed down to your needy clit rubbing it in tight circles.

“Aww, gonna cum baby? Beg for it.” Her words made you clench around her strap only giving her a reason to thrust harder.

“Please— mmghh… please can I cum? Please let me cum Dina.” You pleaded, the feeling in your stomach only becoming stronger.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” She kissed your neck the tip of her cock kissing your cervix so fucking good.

“Cum— thrust.. for— thrust.. me— thrust.” You were chanting her name over and over again your orgasm fell through your body.

“Yeah, wear my name out baby.” Her strokes becoming sloppy, letting you ride out your orgasm.

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[nakylvr]

— ADAPTATION

daniela avanzini (katseye) x fem!reader

summary: you text your dealer in the middle of the night for a resupply, and her response is for you to come by as soon as possible

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, dealer!daniela, drug usage (marijuana), dom!daniela, sub!reader, praise, strap on, high sex, squirting

sitting on the low couch in your dealer's apartment, it was near one in the morning when you looked at your phone screen light up. you watched as daniela sat crisscrossed in front of her coffee table with everything laid out on it, rather messily looking.

"thanks, again," you say, the silence in the room making you feel awkward. to be fair, you were usually only here in and out, not long enough to even sit down because she was usually good about having it weighed and ready for you by the time you got there.

"it's no problem," daniela replies. the hood of her hoodie is over her head with her hair bunching out on the sides, her eyes staring intently at the scale as she taps it with her nail. "okay, here ya go," she says when she's done, taking the tupperware off the small scale and pouring the contents into a little ziplock bag. she then takes a marker from the table, taking off the cap and holding it in her mouth as she writes down the strain on the bag before handing it over to you.

you don't even realize she's handing you the bag due to your hopefully not obvious staring as you take in her features. despite the hoodie being the same one she always wore when you came by, you can't help but think that she looks great even at one in the morning.

"yn?"

"s-sorry, thanks," you're shaken out of your thoughts when daniela says your name and you take the bag. "i should get going now," you say.

"wait!" daniela's voice comes out almost in a pleading tone when you start moving to get up. "if you want, you can stay for a bit and smoke with me. i could put something on, or like, i dunno."

you halt your movements as soon as she says to wait, and your eyebrows raise in surprise at her words. "will i be charged for it?"

"nope," she smiles at you. "c'mon, you're already here, aren't you?"

"yeah, i guess i am," you reply, smiling back at her.

thirty minutes later, you're still sitting on the couch with daniela by your side, some random show on the television in front of you, and you're high as fuck. you thought she was bragging when she told you she could roll the best blunts. well, you were wrong. because now you could barely get up off this couch. your eyes trail away from the tv and at dani who's staring at the screen, and they land on her lips. you know it was a little silly, dumb, even, to have a slight crush on your dealer. but how could you not when she would even give you discounts that no one else got?

"you good?"

your eyes widen when daniela turns her head and looks at you, leaning closer than you would've expected as your breath hitches in your throat. "ye-yeah," you nod.

daniela hums, nodding her head with her low lidded eyes looking away for a split second before back at you. "you don't have to go home tonight, right?" she asks.

your mouth speaks faster than you can think of what you're possibly going to say, and you swear you can feel your heart beating out of your chest at her gaze on you. "no-no not really," you shake your head. "why?"

"would you let me kiss you?" daniela says without listening to your question, or not hearing it because she's so focused on this goal.

"what?" your voice comes out barely above a whisper, trying to process her words. you know she's serious, and that alone has you panicking before you nod your head. "please."

a smile forms on daniela's face at your response, as she cups your face in her hands and instantly leaning in and kissing you. you kiss back immediately when you feel her lips touch yours, and you're trying not to completely freak out in this moment. you're not sure if she's doing this solely because she's high, but you don't care enough right now to think about that when her lips feel so soft against yours.

her hands move from your face down to your waist, pulling you closer to her. you hook one of your legs over her as you move to straddle her, your arms wrapping around her neck. daniela bites down on your bottom lip gently, tugging on it lightly as a whimper escapes your throat at the action. you part your lips just as you feel one of her hands dip into your pants and you gasp when you feel her rub her hand against your damp panties. you're sure you've soaked through them by now, and your thoughts are proven right when daniela parts from the kiss to speak.

"you're fucking soaked. you wanted this to happen, huh?" she says, a teasing smile on her face as she pushes your panties to the side to gently rub your clit.

a quiet moan falls from your lips as soon as she starts rubbing your clit, and you nod your head. "ye-yes."

"dirty girl," she responds, her smile growing bigger. "you want me to fuck you, baby?" she whispers to you, pulling her hand away and out of your sweatpants.

"yes," you nod quickly, not caring how desperate you seem. "please fuck me."

dani is practically grinning at this point hearing your response. swiftly, she grabs you by your thighs and moves you so you're laying down on your back on the couch with her hovering above you. her eyes are red and glossed over as she looks down at you like she's just won some kind of prize. and to her, you are. she'd been waiting for this to happen about as long as you have. why else would she give you random discounts? she wasn't that nice to anyone. "tell me what you want," she says to you, her voice low as her fingers are untying the string of your sweatpants.

your face flushes as you peer up at the latina, barely being able to process what's happening let alone be able to form words of what you want. "any-anything, please. do whatever you want," you get out, the weed making you talk slower. you can see the way daniela's eyes light up when you say that, but you're too far gone to even think about the possibilities.

"anything i want?" dani ponders aloud before a devilish smirk forms on her face. she leans down closer to you, one of her hands gripping your cheeks firmly to look at her, your eyes just as red as hers as she stares into your soul. "be mine, and i'll make sure you'll feel so fucking good you won't even think of being with anyone else."

a shiver runs down your spine at her voice, and you know she's serious about this now. your doubts fade away quickly and you nod your head. "i'm yours," you whisper.

"fuck yeah," she lets out in a single breath. you would giggle at this if you weren't so turned on and high at the moment, squirming around waiting for her to do something. she unties the string of your pants, pulling them down and off along with your soaked panties, tossing them on the ground somewhere without much care. she gets on her knees between your legs, fiddling with the buttons on her jeans and pulling them down to reveal the strap secured around her waist. "i'd take my time, but i need to hear you make those pretty noises again now," she says, grabbing your legs and hoisting them over her shoulders. her other hand holds the base of the faux cock as she drags it along your folds before slipping inside of you without warning.

a gasp leaves your mouth and your back arches at the feeling, your eyes closing as she halts for a moment once she's sheathed all the way inside. all it takes is one gasp of "please" to leave your mouth before she pulls out and thrusts back into you. she finds a rhythm quickly, her hips snapping against yours as her hands rub up and down your legs.

you can't stop the moans and gasps coming from you that are only getting louder the more you feel her pound into you. "f-fuck, harder- please," you whine, your hands reaching to touch her in any way. "you fuck me so good, dani, oh my god!"

daniela curses under her breath at your words, moving her hand off your leg to grab your reaching hand, letting you squeeze it as she fucks you harder. "keep talking like that," she gets out through pants, the feeling of the harness rubbing against her clit causing her to let out a few quiet whimpers. "you never had someone make you feel like this, isn't that right?"

you nod feverishly, struggling to get words out with every thrust she slams into you resulting in you gasping loudly. "n-no, y-you're the only one to m-make hngh me feel this good- oh fuck!" your back arches again as you feel the tip nudge against your g-spot. "ri-right there! shit, dani!" you whine out her name. "you're gonna make me cum!"

daniela's movements manage to speed up, hitting the same spot inside you as quiet grunts fall from her lips. "you gonna cum? you wanna cum all over my cock, baby?" she asks tauntingly, smiling down at you.

"yes!" you gasp, nodding your head. "pl-please let me cum, dani. please," you don't care how desperate you sound at this point, so needy for any kind of release that you couldn't find it in you to care. not when you were feeling so good.

"cum for me, baby," her other hand makes its way down to quickly rub your clit with her fingers, her eyes dark with lust clouding them. "cum all over my cock."

your eyes roll back when she starts rubbing your clit in fast circles, your legs shaking as you squirt all over the couch and her abdomen, a long whine leaving your mouth.

"holy shit," she murmurs quietly. "that is easily the hottest thing i've seen," she stares down at you, a toothy grin on her face. "you are the hottest thing i've seen."

a blush spreads across your face as you block it with your hands, trying to hide your flushed face. a whimper leaves your mouth as she pulls out of you and puts your legs back down, your legs feeling limp as you peer at her.

"you want me to take you to bed?" daniela asks you softly, moving your hair out of your sweaty face. you merely nod your head and she kisses your head before carefully picking you up off the couch and taking you over into her bedroom. she gently places you on the bed, removing the harness off her hips before crawling into the bed next to you.

you instantly roll over and curl up into her side, your arm draping over her as you put your face in the crook of her neck. "what about you?" you mumble into her skin.

"what about me?" she asks, glancing down at you while wrapping an arm around you.

"you didn't..." your voice trails off, burrowing further into her. "i don't want you to not get anything..."

daniela feels her heart swell at you caring so much about if she got off or not, and she lets out a short chuckle before shaking her head. "oh, don't worry, i did."

"you did?"

"yeah, twice."

[cal-flakes]

promt 32 with dealer rafe n bimbo reader

╰┈➤ prompt thirty-two, dealer!rafe

warnings: light swearing, mentions of drugs, fluff.

giggling to herself, she fidgeted with the hem of the oversized t-shirt covering her as she skipped through the living room, a search for her boyfriend ensuing. “rafe?” she called, looking around the empty room, brows furrowed. “yeah baby?” he called back. sighing in relief, she padded eagerly through to the kitchen, her eyes widening at the scene in front of her.

rafe sat at the kitchen island, shirtless, as he crouched over the pile of white resting on the scales, delicately going back and forth between little plastic bags to fill and weigh them. upon her arrival, he slouched back against the chair, a grin on his face as he met her eyes.

“you look nice” he smirked, noting her lack of underwear when she shuffled round to his side, allowing him to cup her behind with a strong hand. “thank you..” she smiled, placing her forehead on his chest. “so, you know how you love me?”

“oh god, what do you want?” he sighed playfully, pulling away to glance at her hopeful eyes for a second, soon returning to the tedious task that littered his kitchen island. she gasped quickly, holding a hand up to her heart jokingly. “who said i wanted something?” y/n frowned, folding her arms over her chest. “do you not want something?” he retorted, blue eyes fixed on the scales in front of him.

“well i-” she started, grimacing at being caught out, but she couldn’t lie to him. “exactly. so, what is it sweetheart?” he asked again, this time more expectant as he swivelled the chair round to stare at her, unintentionally making her knees weak as he did.

“i just wanted to ask if you would come to get some ice cream with me?” she asked sheepishly, giving him her best cheesy grin as she fiddled with her fingers.

sighing, rafe gestures to the mess in front of him. “i’ve got a lot of shit to do, maybe later yeah?” he suggested, waiting for the crocodile tears.

“please?” she begged, now pouting up at him as she bat her lashes, knowingly making him feel a bit guilty. “shit..” he muttered to himself while he looked between her and the small piles on the table. “stop, you know i can’t say no to you, especially when you look like this..” he groaned, cradling his own head as he mentally cursed her for knowing how to get him exactly where she wanted.

“so is that a yes?” she squeaked hopefully. “that’s a yes angel..” he nodded, chuckling as she suddenly scampered back through the kitchen, away to get dressed.

[kokomos]

 ✴    new habits die hard     ࣭     ๋  𖥔 ݁  ˖  ‏☽

— starring    AU!  LUKE CASTELLAN !  ♆

  ⤷     ⅱ. new habits die hard

MDNI 18+

warning : weed! suggestive themes (not explicit)

alternate universe : takes place in an au! where there are no gods, or demigods for that matter. luke lives with his mother, alone, and takes care of her full-time when he's not off doing odd jobs for the locals.

description : after moving several states away from his home in suburban connecticut, luke found himself in unfamiliar territory and in need of a new plug. lucky for him, you're the town's resident drug dealer.

tags : fem! reader, dealer! reader, loser! luke, au! luke; dom! reader if you squint, subby! luke; luke and reader are both heavy stoners, reader is high during the exchange.

how luke got this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was beyond him. a girl dealer. after a year or so of nothing but egotistical and overly competitive men—luke needed this, needed you.

there he stood: in the confines of some shabby little trailer, on the outskirts of town, that you called home. his cheeks were flushed, tints of red betraying him as he tried his best to remain stoic in your presence. despite the fact that you were obviously high, luke still couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.

not that you noticed, or at least you didn't at first; you were too busy leisurely packaging his eighth. your eyes were trained on the scale as you weighed the strain of his choice out, shifting focus to neatly tuck the nugs away into a tiny, pink baggie. a heart embellished the shimmering plastic, a signature that this was from your supply. luke wondered for a moment if there was anyone in town who actually didn't prefer using you—for dealing purposes, of course.

your arm extends out towards your new (favorite) customer. “here you go,” you chirp jovially with a smile. in your hand holds the eighth, sealed and stuffed to the brim.

maybe you gave him more than he paid for, just a bit. but what further justification did you need other than the fact that he was cute, and kinda shy—you liked that in a guy.

he freezes for a moment before reaching out to procure the package, meeting your gaze momentarily before dropping his attention to your hand. a smirk graces your face, delighted, or more accurately amused, by the realization dawning on you.

once the product's out of your possession, he hastily stuffs the eighth away in the pocket of his sweatpants. luke tilts his head up to thank you, but seems to freeze yet again when he finds your eyes scanning his form.

“if you were my boyfriend,” you start abruptly and he watches your eyes slowly meet his, “i wouldn't let you walk around like that.”

his cheeks heat up exponentially, the color darkens against his skin, and he has to stop himself from crumbling entirely when he observes that teasing look you've got plastered across your face. shameless and cruel, by his regard. still, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying every second of it.

he did look pretty slutty, to be frank. a black, tight-fit shirt hugging his abs and those gray sweatpants—they looked amazing on him, but you'd argue they would look even better on the grotty floor of the trailer's one bedroom. your master suite.

following your titillating remark, he swallowed his next breath and let his eyes travel down to survey the clothes he so carelessly threw on hours before. “like… what?” he asked, seeming so nervous that it wouldn't be too far-fetched for someone to misidentify him as utterly terrified.

you chuckle lightly prior to indulging in his curiosity, “like you wanna fuck.”

his eyes instantly snap to yours and his cheeks flare an even deeper maroon. “what?” he nearly chokes on the word. “that's—not,” he stutters, “i was working out before and—”

you cut his pitiful excuse for a defense short, “you've got pretty eyes.” sincerity bleeds through the drug-fueled haze, “it's a shame you don't let me see ‘em too much.”

and without another word, or glance in his direction, you reach for the pre-roll on the table to your left and spark up. he watches intently as you take the first pull, how your plump and glossy lips wrap so delicately around the end of the joint. when your eyes flicker to him, as you exhale some of the smoke, he looks away.

“you gonna pay me or...?” you trail off, keeping a flirtatious tune in your voice. he fumbles around for what he owes in his other pocket, and hands the cash over with a ‘thank you’ and a rather bashful smile.

he leaves the encounter with an eighth in his pocket, your mellifluous voice engraved in his memory, and the feeling that this would only be the start of a new (bad) habit.

ᡣ𐭩  with love , honey

[estpunk]

Alice in Borderland: Shuntarō Chishiya (INTJ 5w4 549 sx/sp)

MBTI

Dominant Ni

His Ni is apparent many times in the manga. He chose to stay in one spot during the tag game to observe his enemies first (Ni prefering prediction over Se action). His dominant Ni is also very apparent when he set Arisu up. When he saw Aguni's confusion when he opened the black envelope he concluded that the content of the envelope is most likely empty. After setting Arisu up, he picked information again when Aguni looked into one spot because he felt uneasy that Arisu tried to break the fake safe, hence he was looking at the location of the real safe. He used his Ni briefly in blackjack too, guessing that one of the players is a magician because of how he looks.

He used his Ni a lot during the Beauty Contest game. He thought that the success rate for the King (Kuzuruyu) and tried to infer the meaning behind it and considered the success rate to be fair. He knows that Kuzuruyu is a lawyer, that the game venue is a court with gigantic scales as the decoration. He also mentioned that the value of all life is equal is the ideals of a lawyer. As the game progressed, all of the players' choice are nearing the number zero, which is an equilibrium (there will be no exchange of points cause rationally everyone will choose zero in the end), which is in line with Kuzuruyu's ideals. He then understood what Kuzuruyu is trying to weigh (he is trying to find the meaning behind the game). After implementing his strategy for the game he saw Kuzuruyu keeping up with his new strategy which means that he already predicted that this could happen and he concluded that Kuzuruyu is trying to weigh the value of life from the game. Then as they conversed more he found that Kuzuruyu is unable to choose the worth of a life and he inferred that he became the citizen to let the game decide the worth for him and hoped that he'll eventually become numb to it (before that he asked Kuzuruyu if he kept participating in these games and becomes the citizen himself and losing his human emotions would it increase the pain and Kuzuruyu said it's possible).

He also kept his eye on Daimon and inferred that she is a frank person because she kept asking things that she doesn't know to other people. Because of her personality he predicted that she would choose a random number. He narrowed down her number of choice and associated some of the numbers that he eliminated with the numbers that are usually seen a lot in daily life (64 with a ding from a video game console commercial and so on).

Auxiliary Te

He used his Te too in the tag game. He chose a spot where he can observe everything from above and he thought that it doesn't make sense to wander around when you don't know where the it will emerge with limited visibility in the apartment. He also used Arisu to bait the real safe from Aguni (knowing that Hatter is a cautious person, so the safe must be hidden) when the militants are celebrating his coronation as the King of the beach (finding the safe without bait during an opportunity like this wouldn't be as effective and could get you caught or you wouldn't find the safe at all when they're going back).

He also used his Te in the blackjack game. He knows that if he knows how many cards are left then he will know which cards are left since all of the decks are the same, then he categorised which cards are advantageous to the players and which ones are advantageous to the dealers and counted the ratio of the said cards from the deck and from this formula he can decide how much he should bet. During the last few rounds of blackjack he knows that the old lady despised one of the players, a trick master, because it reminded her of her husband (that player has used his gun to kill another player, so he can't use his gun again), so he cheated again to trigger the game system to allow the lady to use the gun and of course that lady killed the trick master.

During the Beauty Contest game he decided to break the equilibrium by choosing the number 100, knowing that Daimon is a frank person and because of his choice Daimon won the round and repaid him by choosing 100 in the next round.

Tertiary Fi

He sometimes evaluates his personal values like in the tag game when he said that as long as he survives, he doesn't care how many people will die and he reflected on this value, whether or not it's human to have that mindset. He also justified his wrongdoing after he set Arisu up by saying that there isn't anything that someone shouldn't do in order to survive.

When Daimon died during the Beauty Contest he said that her sacrifice is not worth the exchange of his own life and he realized that his emptiness is there even before the Borderlands. During the last round of the Beauty Contest, he said to Kuzuruyu that equality is impossible since there will always be one side that will be sacrificed to reach "equality" or to implement "justice" (black and white Fi judgment due to auxiliary Te). After figuring out Kuzuruyu's personal values, he played with it, forcing him to make a choice with his value and slightly mocking him that if he doesn't like to make decisions (since Kuzuruyu can't decide the worth of a life), he can just kill him off since the rules of the game is impartial. After Kuzuruyu died he realized that he thought Kuzuruyu as an interesting person because he envied his interest in life, which he doesn't have.

After he was shot, he told Arisu that he used to view the human beings as stupid beings. He said that he despised the sincere ones, he berated people who put in their effort, hurt a lot of people, and shunned a lot of people who have good will and intentions. He realised that he was probably jealous cause those are the things that he doesn't have. He felt like he has no purpose and his mere existence is just to show how empty a human can be and deep down he just wanted to be understood. After he went back to the real world he decided to live an honest life.

Inferior Se

His Se inferior showed up during the tag game because he prefers to know the prediction first instead of acting in the now. He also used the things around him during the Witch Hunt to make a flamethrower.

Shadow Functions

Opposing Ne

During the game of Tag when he saw Karube suggesting the players to work together he doubted that his idea will work out easily. He considered the possibilities of the other players risking themselves to go to the walkways to find the base, risking themselves to reveal their locations to the it, and risking themselves to trust the intel from another player. His assumptions are later proved to be wrong cause Usagi risked herself to work together with everyone else.

Critical Parent Ti

During the Beauty Contest game he quietly criticized the old man for using his own logical deduction, using his own intelligence as his basis and he thought that if he kept doing that he won't win the game and won't understand the workings of an "idiot". He also called out Kuzuruyu's obsession with equality is illogical since he is the one who is trying to assign superiority or inferiority to human lives by creating the game.

Trickster Fe

During the Witch Hunt he said to Mira that he never wanted to understand the hearts of others. During the battle royale he said to Arisu that he despised sincere people and he couldn't help but to shun people's good will and intentions.

Demon Si

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Enneagram

5w4 549 sx/sp

*this includes my own interpretation of his character

As you can see in the manga he values information and deem it important. He keeps collecting things after the games too. Since 5s are afraid of being deprived of their resources, he told Karube that his information is not for free.

As you can see in the manga him being neglected by his parents form his 5 core. As the result of the neglect he becomes empty and apathetic (one of 5 traits). He was never taught how to love and he has to conquer the world on his own since he was a kid and depended on himself, making himself competent (hence the 5 fear of being incompetent, making them hoard a lot of information and knowledge for themselves). His 4 wing makes him envy what people have that he doesn't have. He threw a letter of a father who wanted to redeem himself because he envied him as he doesn't have a father who really cared for him. As 5w4 he is jealous of other people who are seemingly not empty and have a purpose. Because of his emptiness he feels that he has no purpose, that life is meaningless. The result of his jealousy is his antagonistic behavior to people. He tried to fulfill that emptiness with some random knowledge (you can see that when he quotes some random knowledge about utopia or monalisa in the manga) and pursued medicine to see if he could care about life. As 5w4 he felt that he came to the world being neglected and not being accepted as who he is by his parents and he assumed that they had him just to look normal and just to be a good hospital director. Since the void of his 5 is endless, he might view that to give is to deprive himself, so he becomes selfish.

Even though he has no interest in the concept of life, his 4 wing makes him intrigued to find what's missing in himself, his sense of purpose and he just want people to understand him and to see him as who he is.

From the explanation above you can conclude that he has 5 and 4 in his tritype. His gut type is a 9 since he doesn't provoke people that much and tried to be peaceful even though he is frustrated. Because his 4 his higher in the tritype stack than his 9, he doesn't really mind to tell how stupid people are.

His Sx instinctual variant makes him want to find a person that he finds to be interesting in Borderland (that's like his sole purpose there) and he finally met Kuzuruyu. His Sp second makes him consider his own survival, but not at the expense of his Sx since he is willing to take risks to find that one-on-one connection and turns out what makes Kuzuruyu interesting to him is him being the opposite of himself, valuing life even when his life is the cost.

[galaxyscale]

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[hannahbarberra162]

pre timeskip law looks kinda like a chill drug dealer

No way. That guy is weighing things out on a digital scale. You're getting exactly what you pay for and not a leaf more. He's not smoking you down, he's kicking you out immediately after he gets your money.

[hiddcnhorizcns]

@lostwcnderlands from here

one of the cops exchanged a glance with his partner, as if weighing his options. ayaz could sense the gears turning in their heads. this was a gamble, but he kept his easygoing smile in place, pretending he was nothing more than a boyfriend picking up his girl, no bigger story behind it. on the inside, he was ready for anything, tightly wound and prepared to react if things went south. but on the outside, ayaz was all charm and harmless banter, playing the part of the guy just trying to keep his girlfriend safe. "it’s been a long night, man. we’ll just get out of your way," he added, his voice lowering just enough to make the request sound like a favor. one wrong word or move, and this could go sideways fast, but ayaz was banking on the officers being more interested in other targets than hassling a couple sitting in a car. the softness in her voice, the slight lilt of her accent, was a perfect cover. she made it sound believable, genuine. even ayaz had to admit she was handling herself well, considering the circumstances. the officers exchanged a glance, their suspicion visibly waning. they sighed, clearly deciding there wasn’t much here worth pressing further.

but they didn’t leave. not right away.

ayaz noticed their lingering presence, eyes still fixed on her car, scanning her and him, their faces still tight with doubt. he couldn’t relax yet. he needed to wrap this up quickly before something tipped the scales. ayaz felt a flicker of amusement at her words. he caught the thrill in her voice—the excitement of letting him, a complete stranger, into her car under the watchful eyes of the cops. she didn’t know it yet, but he was far more dangerous than just a stranger. he was her new dealer, and this whole situation was skating on the edge of disaster. he pulled open the passenger door, sliding in beside her as casually as if they really were an established couple. his heart beat steadily now, knowing they’d managed to convince the officers for the moment. but even as he closed the door and settled into the seat, ayaz kept his guard up. this wasn’t over until they were clear, and they both knew it. with a slight nod to the cops outside, ayaz turned his attention to keira. "thanks for the invite, babe," he said smoothly, flashing her a grin before giving a subtle glance to the rearview mirror. he couldn’t afford to let his guard down, not until they were out of sight and far from the looming threat of flashing lights. "just drive," ayaz said in a low voice, his gaze fixed out the window. "doesn’t matter where. aimless, like we’re killing time." ayaz leaned back in his seat, pulling his phone out of his pocket in one smooth motion. he unlocked the screen with a swipe, thumb scrolling through his social media feed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

this was deliberate. if the cops were still watching them, he needed to make sure they saw nothing out of the ordinary—just a guy in his girlfriend’s car, idly passing time. the last thing they needed was to draw any more attention.

[reverend-dog]

What's Mine is Yours

Water dripped from somewhere deeper in the cave, steady as a metronome. The passage bent like an elbow just a few paces from the entry, so the remaining sunlight cut off and left only the vaguest of outlines. The flashlight helped, less than if his fingers weren’t held over the lens, but he dared not advertise his intrusion too much.

The walls and ceiling vanished as the passage opened into a grotto. He forced his breath to stay even and quiet, and placed each step as if eggshells lay underfoot. His ears strained for the slightest noise, but all that came was the roar of his own pulse and the drip, drip, drip of distant water. The air felt thick on his skin and in his lungs, and sweat ran in streams under his clothes.

His flashlight beam slid over a shape. He splayed his fingers to allow more light, and recognized it as a pile of clothing. Not just a single outfit – shirts, blouses, jerkins, pants, skirts, shorts, coats, jackets, cloaks, sandals, boots, scarves – every conceivable device to cover and protect the body, all in a jumble. He crept around the pile, brow furrowed. None appeared torn or bloody, as would be expected if they came from previous victims.

Breath caught in his throat and his heart thudded as if eager to escape. On one side, partially buried, huddled a hoodie of deep blue, the fabric speckled with constellations. He knew without closer examinations the pattern was hand-painted, for it had been his own hand that painted it.

Unable to contain a sob, he dove for the hoodie and yanked it from the pile. Alone among all the garments, it was damaged. Not shredded nor rent by claw or fang, but a great tear ran up the back, from hem to cowl. He clutched it to him, uncaring that the flashlight beam now played openly across the grotto ceiling, nor that his sobs echoed from the walls. “I will avenge you,” he promised.

He checked the load in his gun, hoped it was enough. He had exhausted his savings in the purchase, and remembered the skeptical look on the dealer’s face. “What kind of game you after?” came the question. “Nothing ‘round these parts calls for a bore that size. I just kept it around for show.” He’d mumbled a non-answer and pushed more money across the counter until the dealer lost his curiosity.

The grotto felt stifling, especially after the frigid air outside. He stripped off his jacket and shirt, and huddled between the pile of clothing and the wall, gun at the ready. He knew he would have one chance. He determined to make it count.

Even with his torso bare, sweat dripped. It trickled from his scalp and down his face, and he wiped furiously to keep his vision clear. Breath came with more effort, and his eyelids weighed tons. He dared not sleep, he must stay awake….

He blinked. Was it cooler?

The confines of the grotto appeared closer, and more distinct, the shadows less deep. The space felt smaller as well. Not claustrophobic, just… cozy. He looked around – and saw his quarry.

Its length curled atop the pile of clothing, nearly covering it. More feline than serpentine in shape, though its skin glinted in amethyst scales. Bronze ridges above its closed eyes ran the length of its head and joined at the neck, to grow into a row of horns that ran down its back to the tip of its tail. Talons of similar hue adorned its four paws, with its head cushioned atop the forward set. Its torso rose and fell as it slept. Here was his chance!

Where was his gun?

He looked down where he had left it, and his breath caught in his throat. What happened to his hands?

He reared up, jaws agape, and stared at the great, scaly paws tipped with ebon claws. His eyes fell upon the rest of himself, and he screamed. At least, he meant to. His roar reverberated from the stone around him. “What has happened to me?”

“Ahh!” answered the dragon next to him. Its head snapped up, eyes wide. “Gods, Miles! Don’t scare me like that!”

Miles stared at the dragon. Its eyes shone with a brilliant blue light, like the sky on a summer noon. The voice, even distorted through differently-shaped vocal chords, rang true in his ears. Its muzzle curved up on one side, in the same smirk that Miles remembered from the first time he’d….

“A-arlo?”

Arlo’s muzzle split in a grin that lost none of its familiarity for being full of swordlike tusks. “The one and only, darling. You have questions.”

“Questions!” Miles screeched. “You’re supposed to be dead! You’ve been missing for three years!”

“Ah,” Arlo granted, “yes. About that. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but this,” he waved a paw at his torso, “isn’t so easily brought up in polite conversation. Turns out, anyone who mates with a dragon and contributes to their hoard becomes a dragon. I’ve been trying --”

“Wait!” Miles cried, a fresh pang in his heart. “You had sex with a dragon?”

Arlo sobered suddenly. “Not sex,” he corrected. “I was raped.”

Miles gasped. “Oh, Arlo!” He reached out one paw, and placed it atop Arlo’s. “I’m so sorry!” Realization brought fresh horror. “Wait, what about me?” He searched for a way to ask the question. “Did we --”

“No!” Arlo’s eyes and muzzle stretched in matching revulsion. “I would never do that to you!” He sighed. “I found you when I came back from hunting. You were asleep, half-naked, and already changing. You took off your shirt and jacket and added them to the pile, didn’t you?” He nodded without waiting for Miles to reply. “You contributed to my hoard, and well, we are married.”

Miles stared at Arlo without speaking for several moments. “Miles?” Arlo prompted.

“You’re telling me,” Miles enunciated his reply, “your hoard is clothing?”

Arlo grinned. “Are you surprised? After all the arguments we used to have about closet space?”

Laughter bubbled up from Miles’ throat of its own accord. “I came here intending to avenge you,” he gasped when he could speak.

“Consider me avenged,” Arlo encouraged, and dipped his muzzle close to Miles’.

Miles sighed. “So now what? Is this permanent?”

“I don’t know,” Arlo confessed. “But it does come with certain advantages.” His eyes lit with delight. “And now we’re together again!”

“You’re impossible,” Miles complained without heat.

“You love it and you know it,” Arlo retorted. And Miles could not deny.

[sellgoldncr]

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