#dealer posting

[commandingcard2077]

@diamonddealer24 blogs will be suspended by his recent suicidal attempt,whoever reads this,dont blame him,he is really emotive and extremely explosive when it comes to a important thing

Send him letters

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

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" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

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Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[logicpng]

i feel very predictable

[purring4elliewilliams]

dealer!ellie

dealer!ellie who always gives pretty girl discounts. the prices were always so high, but for you, all she wanted is a simple kiss from those pretty lips of yours. just a small peck, and she’d be happy. often even blushing, but you’ll always pretend not to notice.

“hey sweetheart, u want smthing? she questions with a smile. you’ll always get your usual. she points to her lips, puckering them a little. “you gotta pay somehow,” she shrugs. you laugh softly as you lean in, gently kissing her soft lips. once you pull away, you see ellie’s face turn a bright red colour, you ignore it, as you don’t wanna ruin the poor woman’s ego.

she’s hands you the goods, with the widest grin on her face. “thank you els,” you smile softly. giggling a little at ellie’s still flustered face.

[mattstunsgf]

texts with flirty bff!matt

and flirty bff! reader 😁

sliiiightly toxic very shittily based on the request above

suggestive!

[starkeyszn]

SINGER READER X RAPPER CHRIS HEAD CANNONS ˚✧ ﾟ.

pairing: rapper chris¡ singer reader!

singer¡ reader is referred to as a her.

rapper chris¡ who includes singer¡reader voicemails in songs.

rapper chris¡ who wears a chri$ necklace.

rapper chris¡ who has a special nickname for singer¡reader and uses it in verses. (e.g rose,daisy)

rapper chris¡ who mentioned singer¡reader in his songs before they got together.

rapper chris¡ who always brings singer reader¡ along with him to certain events.

rapper chris¡ who would always use singer¡reader in his music videos.

rapper chris¡ helping singer¡reader write her songs.

rapper chris¡ bringing singer¡reader along with him to the studio to record.

rapper chris¡ always supporting singer��reader and posting her songs.

rapper chris¡ randomly showing up to singer¡reader ‘s concert and never telling her.

singer reader¡ dedicating most of her songs to chris.

singer reader¡ always reposting chris’ music, and ig posts.

rapper chris¡ giving singer¡reader special access backstage, always giving her v.i.p passes.

rapper chris¡ letting singer¡reader try on his different chains.

rapper chris¡ album cover, is some part of singer¡reader. (part of her body.)

lex notes: this is my first time ever posting something like this, sorry if it’s bad🥲… full creds goes to @chrissdollie for the ‘rapper chris’ character. credits to @anitalenia for the different dividers. some of the head cannons credits goes to @spookystrns ! 💌

[bluewolfangel01]

So Mc gets special luck because of their pact with Mammon right?

Imagine Mc getting a job as a dealer at a casino (ex. blackjack)

(Disclaimer idk exact workings of casinos and not promoting gambling)

Poor Mammon would feel so betrayed when he found out, cause now he's not only losing to the house, he's losing to the house AND his human

Mc wins a lot of the games, but loses some intentionally to not seem like they're cheating or get caught faster

They make sure to down play their victory, and play into players' egos to ensure player return

The other dealers and higher-ups at the casino would start catching on, of course

The higher ups would probably love the chance at getting more money, so they'd probably promote Mc

They would then be making absolute bank working at the high roller tables

The high rollers are no match for Mc's charms

They'd be too good there as well (ex. Their players catch onto the insane luck)

This would get to the point where, to the casino's dismay, there was no choice but to let Mc go

Otherwise their luck would bring the house down

And if asked why Mc decided to work at a casino their response would be, "I wanted to see how long I'd be able to work at a casino with my luck, the grimm and entertainment factor were just bonuses."

[fireyhotsupertalia]

[hearts4werka]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Introducing… partyboy!chris .ᐟ

★ energetic, cocky, tease, dangerous car rides, party goer, smoker, drug use (if drug dealer!reader lets him), loves teasing drug dealer!reader, drinking, street smart, Pepsi 1#, flirty, possessive & super protective over drug dealer!reader, goes on deals with her, couple tattoos on his arm, loves getting on drug dealer!reader’s nerves, has a secret crush on drug dealer!reader, even tho he is a partyboy he doesn’t constantly hook up with girls at them, hard exterior but sweet to the ones he cares about, “What, pretty girl? Don’t like gettin’ spoiled?”

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 |

🪩 - “I’m gonna b’fine pretty girl, hey! but don’t take that—“

🪩 - “Fuck atta here man, this is my girl”

🪩 - “What the— you have a gun in your purse? Are you for real?”

🪩 - “Chill, pretty girl— hey, I stopped! You get too rough with the tickling each time!—“

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Introducing… drug dealer!reader .ᐟ

★ chill, laid back, brain & street smart, loyal, caring for the people close to her, small soft spot for partyboy!chris, protective big sis vibes, late night coke lines, stern when she needs to, keeps small drugs in her bra, skater girl, takes care of hung over partyboy!chris, has weapons in her possession, tattoos & scars scattered all over her body, loves teasing partyboy!chris back, keeps an eye out on him at big parties, always has to help clean up after a party, “I just usually work for the stuff I want, jus’ how it was always”

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 |

💉 - “Are you seriously going to drink that much in one go? Nope, gimme that—”

💉 - “Just stay in the car while I do this deal, okay boy?”

💉 - “Drug dealers carry around protection at all cost, because you never know when you could need it. It’s a dangerous world to get tangled in, y’know?”

💉 - “Chris— stop tickling me!— oh you wanna play dirty? Fine! Take that bitch!-“

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! : here we have another Chris au! I finally finished this idea bc I had it for a while now in my drafts and I hope yall like it, if any of you have questions about these tho PLEASEE ask me them and I’ll answer them!

𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🏷️ | @sturnsxplr-25 - @strnzzvsp - @luvvs4chriss - @sturniolosweetheart33 - @pussypie456 - @choclatestarfishwithahat - @venusxsturnio - @bagsbyclair0 - @sturnstvs - @dykes4chris - @hoe4matt - @cayleeuhithinknott - @strnilolover - @marrykisskilled - @phone4pills - @emely9274 - @cupiidk1lls - @lily-strnlo - @nicksgirlfriend - @sturniolosiphone - @sophand4n4 - @zombiesturniolo - @luvleyangeldust - @sturnina |

[diamonddealer24]

Its called smash and grab,so...

I SMASHED AND GRABBED

take that kane

[whoucallingalesbian]

yall i need more fics where ellie is a masc mean drvg dealer who thinks she owns her fem sub and touches her inappropriately in public cuz it makes everything more fun, ellie who tries to make her sub jealous yet would never touch a girl that is not her, ellie who beats the shit outta ANYONE who even dares to disrespect her gf, ellie who likes to be called daddy, ellie who loves to see her lil sub cry during sex and doesn’t stop until she is finished w you, ellie who likes to play rough and leaves bite marks, cuts, hickeys all over ur body, ellie who acts like a hunter hunting his pray (which is in this case, you), ellie who talks u thru it and gives u cute nicknames along with other ones (daddys little slut, whore..), ellie who likes to spit on ur pussy and cum in it as well, ellie with a breeding kink

[avonnimimi]

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Sativa

The Series. Part: 1 | 2 |

☥| a/n: It’s starting guyssss, for those who are wondering if i will be finishing plugged, i will, when i get inspiration for the next chapter, but this idea has been clouding my mindddd. Also there will be a key at the end for those who don’t understand weed terms lmao ;). @sultrydolli @sevyscoven @koipuddle MEN AND MINORS DNI

☥| content: drug dealer!ellie x reader, loser!ellie, mean!ellie, weed, college au, shy/innocent reader, peer pressure, cursing. lmk if i missed anything yall.

“If you want some good shit, check Ellie.”

The words looped in your head, over and over, like a mantra you didn’t want to believe. You’d never smoked weed before, but a lost bet meant you had to “break out of your shell.” The idea of it felt ridiculous, but here you were, psyching yourself up to approach her.

Ellie had been in your class for two months, maybe longer, but you’d never paid her any real attention. She sat in the back, hood up, earbuds in, half-hidden in her own world. You always wondered if she could even hear the lectures. But somehow, she still managed to be second in class; right behind you.

The thought of her being that sharp sent a prickle down your spine as you risked a glance her way.

The bell rang, jolting you out of your thoughts. Ellie was already packing up, her movements slow, like she wasn’t in a rush for anything. You scrambled to shove your things into your bag, but by the time you looked up again, she was already out the door.

You chased after her, but the pounding in your chest wasn’t just from the effort, it was nerves. Your footsteps slowed, hesitating, and you followed her at a distance like some awkward ghost.

Ellie turned a corner and slipped into the old bathroom no one used anymore. The one everyone said was haunted. A chill ran up your spine, stupid thoughts creeping in. Was she the ghost haunting it?

You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. Don’t be dumb.

You pushed the door open cautiously, immediately hit by the thick, pungent scent of weed. Smoke clouded your vision, making your throat burn as you coughed.

“The fuck…?” a voice drawled.

Ellie was on the floor with three others, a blunt pinched between her fingers. All four pairs of eyes locked on you, their expressions ranging from surprised to amused. You felt every ounce of your awkwardness sink into your chest like lead.

“Uh… Ellie? Can I talk to you?” you stammered, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

One of the guys nudged Ellie’s shoulder, grinning like he was in on some joke. She sighed, rolling her eyes before standing and flicking the blunt away. Her movements were lazy, almost bored, but the way her gaze landed on you made your stomach flip.

“What’s a girl like you doing here?” Her voice was low, teasing, and laced with mockery.

Your frown started to form, the urge to defend yourself rising, but one look at the sharpness in her eyes shut you down.

“I… I got dared to smoke. And they told me you had the best stuff,” you blurted, trying to keep your voice steady. You even threw on what you thought was your “tough” voice, but it fell flat under her amused stare.

Ellie’s laughter cut through the silence, loud and unrestrained. Her friends joined in, their chuckles stinging more than you cared to admit.

Heat flushed your face, and the embarrassment made you want to crawl out of your skin. You wanted to turn around, walk out, and pretend this never happened.

But then Ellie stepped closer, smirking down at you. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can handle it.”

She grabs your hand and yanks you into one of the stalls, the door slamming shut behind you. From outside, one of Ellie’s friends lets out a sharp whistle, followed by a round of obnoxious clapping.

Ellie rolls her eyes, her voice lazy and drawn out. “Relax, guys. Goodie two-shoes aren’t my type.” Her words are slow, slurred, she’s definitely high.

And yet, they sting. Her dismissal settles like a weight in your chest, but before you can dwell on it, she’s already in motion.

She pushes you down onto the closed toilet seat and stands over you, close enough to feel the heat of her presence. A hand appears under the stall, clutching a small blunt. Ellie snatches it up, fishing a lighter from her pocket with practiced ease.

Your hands tremble slightly as she lights it. For a moment, you think she’s going to pass it to you. But no. She takes a deep, slow drag, her eyes narrowing as she holds the smoke. Then, without warning, she grabs your face.

“Open,” she commands.

You blink, confused, until she adds, “Your mouth.”

Hesitant, you do as she says. She sighs, annoyed, exhaling the smoke she’d been holding. It slips out between her lips, wasted. She takes another drag, leaning in closer this time.

Your heart stutters, thinking she’s about to kiss you. But instead, she exhales directly into your mouth, her breath thick and heavy with smoke. She pulls back and gestures for you to close your mouth and inhale.

You try, you really do, but it catches in your throat. The result is a violent coughing fit that sends Ellie into a fit of laughter.

“Cute,” she mutters under her breath, her voice low and teasing.

You’re already lightheaded. The stale, heavy air in the bathroom is thick with smoke, the whole space a makeshift hotbox. Your head feels cloudy, your limbs loose.

“Here,” Ellie says, her tone softer now. She explains how to inhale, demonstrating again. This time, when she leans in and blows the smoke into your mouth, you get it right.

It hits fast. Your brain buzzes, your body hums. You look up at her, and before you can stop yourself, you smile.

Ellie smirks, her eyes flickering with something you can’t quite place. “Not bad,” she murmurs.

Ellie doesn't stop. Every drag she takes, she's blowing it into your mouth, and you're inhaling it like it's the only thing keeping you alive, even though your head is spinning, and your chest feels heavy. But it's her; you can't stop. Her lips so close, the heat of her breath, the way she watches you like she owns you.

You're barely holding it together, blinking slow, lips parted, breath shaky. "You good?" she mutters, low, almost teasing, as she pulls you to your feet. Your legs give out, and you stumble straight into her, your forehead against her shoulder, her hands gripping your arms to steady you.

That's when you notice the quiet. Her friends are gone. It's just you and her, and she's holding you there, grounding you, even as your body feels like it's slipping away.

You nod, maybe too fast, too shaky-and push off her, your body betraying you as you shove past and out of the bathroom. The hallway tilts, or maybe it doesn't. You're swaying but not moving, weightless and heavy at the same time. Your palms are damp, but your skin tingles like electricity's running through it.

When you finally collapse onto your bed, it's like the world won't stop spinning, and you don't want it to. It's good, so good, and every thought crashes back to her. The way she leaned in, her lips so close it hurt, the smoke curling into your mouth like a promise.

You walk down to the dorms, and when you finally collapse onto your bed, it's like the world won't stop spinning, and you don't want it to. It's good, so good, and every thought crashes back to her. The way she leaned in, her lips so close it hurt, the smoke curling into your mouth like a promise.

Your thighs clench on instinct, heat pooling low, spreading through you.

You bite your lip, the sound escaping before you can stop it.

"F-fuck."

You'd never done it before.

Masturbating wasn't something you thought about. Sure, you'd been turned on, watched some porn, kissed a boy once, but touching yourself?

Never. It always felt unnecessary. Until now.

The throbbing between your legs feels like it's everywhere, spreading through your whole body, hot and consuming. Even the press of the bed against your back feels too good, and your panties-god, they're pressing against your clit just right, the pressure making your hips twitch.

You don't even realize you're panting, shallow and desperate, until the door swings open. Your roommate, Nelly, struts in like it's nothing. "So, how'd it go?" she asks, but she stops mid-step, taking one look at you. Her lips twitch like she's trying to hold back, but then she bursts out laughing, loud and shameless.

Her laugh snaps you out of it, and somehow, you're laughing too, your cheeks burning. "Ellie's got you so fucked, bitch," she wheezes, doubling over, tears in her eyes.

"Please-just shut u-up," you stammer, your voice cracking horribly, which only makes her laugh harder.

You bury your face in your hands, but you're grinning, too, heat flooding every inch of you.

The rest of the night is a blur; heat, laughter, and Ellie's name playing on repeat in your head.

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[logicpng]

i can't believe i got baited into checking out a Second mascot horror game by a technically plural character. i will die for him actually

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[mattstunsgf]

texts with bf!matt x reader with glasses

short as shit but eh

based on this request!

[starkeyszn]

words can’t express how much i am obsessed with this photo i need it tattooed on my whole face and body. the jawline. the toothpick. the outfit. like omg he is such a slut😩😩😩😩😩😩 the hair. the toothpick. the jaw. the face. the nose. the cheek. the lips. i am never getting over this photo. it’s in my mind 25/8. like dealer chris get in my bed rn x