#and you decide to go fuck on a white woman instead of getting yo lil smoochie an old timey prozac prescription oh i hope he crumbles

[nashvillethotchicken]

I know ldpdl thick as FUCK under them grandpa sweaters

#built like a 2004 video vixen #thick like some cold cheese grits baby if halfrica and blasia dont treat you ight come back to the motherland the Diaspora needs you!!! #interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #ldpdl #imagine being lestat. and you got ldpdl in yo bed every night. looking thicker than jay z's bottom lip #and you decide to go fuck on a white woman instead of getting yo lil smoochie an old timey prozac prescription oh i hope he crumbles #how often yall think people yell that lestat dont know what to do with all that while they go about they gay lil business #i say at least 5 times a week. and the worst part is they right! he dont know what to do with all that!! #amc iwtv #even when he was in his not eating era i know he was thick as hell #like from one thick bitch to another i can tell. i can smell it on him. it smell like honey cornbread #i just know he built like black is king Beyoncé #or even dangerously in love Beyoncé

[ravenkinnie]

*ahem* this got way longer than expected because i realized the pent up rage i have aimed at Tim drake is just so great, my apologies

People want to act like Tim is this uwu lil softie boy who's bullied by big bad scary Damian. I'm sorry Tim's 8 years older than Damian, and after the initial argument instead of trying to resolve things with Damian makes things worse by 1) being dumb and leaving Damian on what appeared to be a hit list - what did you think was going to happen when a child raised by assassins found it and 2) provoking Damian by calling him a murderer (which led to Damian feeling like he needed to beat all the Robins and attacking all of them).

Their conflict is so dumb, it's bad writing, drawn out for no reason, and adds nothing to either character. It makes me want to stab my eyes out, everyone's like pooor timmy he got thrown off a dino, cry me a river. Keep demonizing one of the only representations for Arabic people because your sad white boy lost to a 10 year old and you want to romanticize depression. And keep ignoring how sexist Tim was in his og run, and how Young Justice 98 was great... except that it also treated Anita (the only POC in the group) so unfairly and literally had a scene where she got naked to practice "voodoo" magic. Keep complaining about how Tim is the most ill treated by writers when he gets called the Greatest Detective like every other week. Keep calling out Damian for every mistake and ignoring Tim's.

Keep getting mad and saying we're gatekeeping comics when we complain about you pushing Tim at the expense of every other character in the batfam. We aren't gatekeeping anything, your fave's mortal enemy being Damian is based on racist stereotypes.

And the crux of it all is that we even got a chance with Gates of Gotham to see Damian and Tim start to move past their broken relationship but NEW52 decided to fuck everything up. At the end of the day, i literally don't even hate Tim Drake his stans who haven't read the comics (or anything more than Red Robin) are just so freaking annoying.

tbf to tim 90s and 00s were a bad time to not even be a woman in comics, to be anyone in comics djdnejsj

nah cause tim and jason bring the most vapid rabid stans who take everything personally, bitch this white boy doesn't exist, go use your own detective skills to investigate some bitches so you can realise how stupod fighting with 10 yos is

#asks

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Part 4

Sunday was a day off, but Erik was wired to get up early and jog around the HBCU campus in his sleeveless white tee and Omega sweats on his way to the campus gym. He ain't say shit to his passed out roommate like he typically would about what he'd done.

"You know....," she paused eyes zoned into his. He ain't know what the fuck she was talking about and stared right the fuck back thinking she better mind her business if she meant who was he fuckin.. "Erik," she laughed, "Stop playing.. you know what I'm talking about..."

"Sup Pete," he called to a nigga from his physics class.

"Hey..," Pete grunted tryna squat a barbell and Erik had to pause and watch. He hadn't seen him there before and judging by his build, he was brand new to weights. The more they talked, Erik started to coach him, recommending a starting weight and talking him through reps. He learned that Pete had been turned down by some girl and was tryna make gains, convinced no girl wanted a boney nigga. Erik couldn't dispute that he got way more bitches with a six pack than without.

Instead of disputing, Erik passed down an old routine he'd started when he himself was a beginner watching Pete type it into a note on his phone before starting his own workout. Even more than performing on the yard, he liked working out. The gym was his second home. If being a chemical engineer didn't work out, he'd be a personal trainer.

The issue was when he left the gym, thoughts and issues returned. He still felt a little thrown. He'd stroked a bitch yesterday and left her very visibly confused and disoriented which, honestly... wasn't the big deal. That was a typical Saturday for him. But it wasn't just any girl, it was a delta soror. Engine RED. She seemed upset...

He seemed to be misjudging her a lot and he hoped it ain't fuck with their ability to coexist. He ain't need the drama of her badmouthing him to other women. She knew a lot of fine ones, she had influence.

"I shoulda just rabbit-fucked her," he grumbled on his walk back. "Shoulda broke her shit up and let that be it."

At least she couldn't say he had a little dick or a weak stroke, she just.. wasn't feeling it.

"Hey, boo!"

Erik turned to see a chocolate doll jogging his way. Her first response was to reach up to hug him around his neck, grinning up at him like she'd won a free cruise.

"Luna.." He wrapped his hands around her waist.

"Why you ain't call me? I missed you," she pouted. "Where you been?"

"Around.. Been caught up with studying and practices, you know how shit go."

"Oh. Yeah..," she fake smiled as he stared. "...That's okay. Hey, you wanna tell me something?"

"Tell you what," he asked suddenly defensive.

"I promise you I dont.."

"ERIK," she squealed. "Boy stop I'm serious!"

"Look I gotta go. I'll catch you later."

She was still smiling for no reason when he walked away, it was weird. He wanted no parts and that was what he told his boy Geo when he saw him at the caf. Geo laughed, finding it hilarious.

"Yo chill," Erik muttered drinking his coke. He put his arm out for his boy to stop but Geo was on a roll talking shit about Luna. They had a class together so he knew all about her.

"That's what happens when you fuck them weird girls! Harry Potter ass bitch. Lord of the Rings ass bitch. They get attached and think you their weird lil friend," he whispered, twiddling his fingers before sputtering, making Erik roll his eyes to keep his composure.

"Aye! We like Harry Potter round here," Erik retorted. It was funny but he ain't wanna laugh though Geo already knew he was dying inside.

"Next thing you know..," Geo swallowed tryna collect himself from tearing up. "She whispering shit in latin.. and doing weird shit with her hands," he coughed imitating a girl they'd seen the other day, playing with her own fingers in her own world. Erik spit his drink tryna keep a straight face but failed as he pointed at Geo who was in tears.

"Fuck you, she nice," Erik laughed wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

In organic chem, Erik's hand moved fast across his paper. He was scheduled to tutor a guy directly after class on what they'd learned all the way up to chemical reactions and then he had to do his often work. It was only after all of that that he had time to think about his current relationship with Brit. Were they friends now? Regular fuckbuddies?

"Oooh, fuck yew, she nice," Geo mocked in a small wimpy voice. "I like Harry Pott-" he couldn't even finish without laughing with his head down and Erik squeezed his shoulder trying not to fall from laughing with him. He was wrong for that. He ain't even like Luna he was just fuckin on her for something to do. Ain't nobody he knew really fuck with Luna like that. She was weird as hell!

"You evil," Erik teased putting it all on Geo as he walked away with tears in his own eyes.

"Stop fuckin Color Purple ass bitches, Erik," Geo yelled still laughing. "You and me must neva paht," he sang doing the hand thing. Erik was done.

It was Monday when he saw Luna again in passing and she looked highly upset, looking away where she'd usually go overboard to make eye contact. When he asked her what was the problem it turned out yesterday had been her birthday which was why she was being so weird. She'd told him multiple times over the past week but he'd been so caught up with Greek shit and the fact that.. he didn't really care.. that he'd forgot. It explained her mood though. "Oh damn my bad shorty.. Happy Birthday," he granted before moving on. He didn't even know how old she was.

Wednesday was when he saw Brit again. He was hanging with his nigga Josh who'd pledged kappa and a few folks from Josh's criminal justice class at the picnic tables. They were cool. That was when the pretty brown skin girl he'd been making eyes at at the table looked off and Erik followed her gaze.

"BRITT-ANYYYY, GIIIRLL," she cheered, dancing in her seat and Erik's eyes widened seeing Brit approach, giggling in cahoots with the girl as she danced up to the table. This was a little awkward. Erik hesitated, thinking of making an excuse to walk away. He could be literally anywhere else so it was no big deal to just leave. Making eye contact, she nodded at him as if there was no bitterness or bad feeling.

"Sup Erik," she smiled and there was no change from how she'd been acting from jump. Had he gotten her wrong again?

"Sup RED," he grinned looking her red delicious ass up and down as she stood with her hand on her hip in a red cut out blouse with white pants. She wore that same signature red lipstick and then he noticed... her hair was in a ponytail today.

"Oh did I mess your hair up," he blurted watching the  flash in her eyes as well as the neck whip of Josh who looked very interested. "I know when I'm practicing, I play too much," Erik added making the sexual wording seem like an accident...

"Oh for a minute..," Josh scoffed, smirking as he looked between the two. "Hm.. nevermind."

"Yeah, keep your mind out the gutter," Brit scolded. Erik was thoroughly entertained. He remained on good behavior for the next 20 minutes and then it was time to head to class.

"Hey Erik," Brit called to his back as he was already 8 feet away. He turned back. "We should hang more often."

The meaning wasn't lost on him though no one else thought anything of it. Looked like he hadn't fucked it up afterall.

"Good fuckin wit you," he smirked causing her to smile at their shared secret.

"You two need to use better word choices," one of the guys smirked. That was Erik's cue to go to class before he said some more shit.

Most importantly, he thought he'd fucked things up with her but no. She was cool.. legitimately cool. In fact, he could see them kickin it just because they genuinely got along. It only took 20 minutes of going back and forth at the picnic table to realize they had a similar sense of humor. That was something they shared.. other than having lips of fire.

Speaking of, he wanted those again. When he reached his dorm room. He decided to kick his roommate out and he called Brit.

"Hey. Come to my room, you know where it is?"

"No and I'm not going over there. You can come here, you know where I am," she said hanging up. He stared at the phone like it was possessed. The girl had lost her mind talking like he didn't just make her toes curl last week. She'd been touched by an angel.

He could see he'd have to do some reminding.

"Tuh. No we won't." He had his bag of tricks and none of them were for kids. "You want me to fuck you, fuck you then nah it's finna sound like National Geographic on here."

"Matterfact," he muttered, hastily going through his belongings. He assembled a kit. A 'don't you ever on your life' kit consisting of items specifically chosen to carry out his plan, shoved down in a drawstring bag. He showered briefly before throwing on new briefs with the same outfit and he was out the door headed to her building. He texted when he arrived for her to escort him up.

"Sup," he nodded to her roommate whose name he'd already forgotten. There was another girl in there as well and he wondered why there were so many people.

"You don't mind them hearing you," he asked looking out the bedroom before Brit came and shut the door.

"Nah, they cool. Besides, we'll keep it down," she eyed sternly.

"I want it like last time actually, that shit was good," she smiles.

"What?"

"Like last time... do it like that."

He was twice as confused. Her entire speech last time was about why he shouldn't fuck like that and suddenly she was telling him he should.

"Am I having a stroke...?" She was playing too many games.

"No, but I'm ready for you to stroke me, nice and slow. Do it like last week.."

"But you said-"

"Forget what I said last week, I changed my mind. I'm a woman, it's what we do," she said heading to her bed to take off her clothes. This time he watched as she pulled her blouse over her head. He still helped with the hooks of her bra.

"Did you know you was gone get dick today," he questioned.

"Pfft.. No. Why?"

Her panties matched her bra. That was rare in the women he fucked. He just shook his head. "Nothing.. lay down."

Laying her back with his hand, he had a full view of her like before. He opened his bag up and her eyes started to question immediately.

"What's that," she asked quickly.

"A bag."

"But what's IN it?"

"Your orgasm. Want it?"

"Not like that," she frowned. "Uh uh. I don't know what you reaching for but we got everything we need between us. Just do what you did last time."

Damn, he couldn't experiment?

Thinking about it, he figured it would make sense.. her wanting to experience sex the way she had her first time. Maybe she needed to know if her cumming like that was a fluke. Yeah. It made more and more sense the more he thought of it. He'd humor her... it was only her second time afterall.

"Aight, it's a rematch then," he nodded approaching the bed.  He opened the bag again, but this time she didn't comment and he pulled out his condom, setting the bag on her nightstand.

#erik killmonger x oc #black panther killmonger #killmonger #erik killmonger smut #original

[sunflowerheartwriting]

Karma

A/N: It’s here!! The make up one-shot for me not being able to update due to my vacation!! The prompt for this will be at the bottom, because it’ll spoil the plot! But, I hope you guys like it! You can read it on FF.net or AO3 whenever!! 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. Fuck.” Gajeel groaned as he paced a random bedroom he walked into just minutes ago. The walls drowned out the loud music blasting throughout the house and the voices of his friends and friends of friends.  

It was Cana’s birthday and of course she would want to have a huge house party filled with nothing, but alcohol and friends. Everything was going well until Gajeel made the biggest fool of himself. He groaned louder as he tripped over his feet, racking his fingers through his loose hair as if to pull out the memory from his brain. The intense buzz of the alcohol started to dissipate as he shook his head at his thoughts.

“I’m so fucked!” He whined, slapping his hand over his forehead, “I can never speak to her again. I have to get out of here.”

Weighing his options, he thought hard about how he was going to sneak out of the house undetected. He could try to sneak back down the stairs and out the front or back door or he could just jump out the second story bedroom window. The height was no problem, he’s jumped from taller structures, but he was worried about the alcohol still clinging to his system that can cause him to slip or not land correctly.

“I’m such an idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!” He berated himself, stopping his pacing to lightly slam his head into the wall repeatedly. He was so busy beating himself up that he didn’t hear the door open and close, someone walking over to him.

A firm hand grabbed Gajeel’s shoulders causing him to shriek and nearly jump out of his skin. “Yo! Gajeel, calm down.” A familiar voice spoke, causing the male to whip around, looking at the dark brown eyes of his savior.

“Lily! You gotta get me out of here!” Gajeel beg, grabbing his old friend by the shoulders.

Taken aback, Lily shook his head in shock at the pleading look and fear in the guy he calls his younger brother. “What’s going on? You ok?” Lily asked with a cocked eyebrow, well his good one anyway.

Shaking his head, Gajeel released Lily as he started to pace again. “No! I made a mistake and I need to get out of here, before she finds me!”

“By her, do you mean Levy?”

Stopping abruptly, Lily tried his best to conceal the smile that spread on his face at the pure terrified look on Gajeel’s. “She’s actually looking for you. She asked me to help look for you.” Lily added, causing all the blood in Gajeel’s face to drain. “Are you going to tell me what this is about or do I need to call her instead?”

“NO!” Gajeel yelled louder than he meant, clearing his throat with a cough, he said in a calmer tone, “No. I-I-I, I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to tell her where I am.”

“Deal.” Lily smiled, earning a nod from the man. Gajeel let out a deep breath, deciding to take a seat on the edge of the queen sized bed, as his friend stood in front of him with his arms crossed waiting for his explanation.

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Everybody had been drinking, dancing, talking and just having a good time. The birthday girl made sure everyone in attendance had at least one drink in their system. After a couple of shots and a few cups of mixed drinks, Gajeel was feeling really good. He was leaning on the wall talking to Natsu when he spotted her, in all her ethereal glory. Her smile could light up a room and her laugh could ease even the angriest person out of their rage. He didn’t realize he was staring until Natsu waved a hand in front of his eyes, catching his attention.

“You look like Juvia, whenever she sees Gray,” Natsu chuckled. “I can see hearts in your eyes.”

Gajeel let out his signature, ‘tch’ trying to ignore the tingling feeling in his cheeks when he chanced another glance at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Natsu rolled his eyes, swaying slightly when he leaned over to rest his arms around the tall man shoulders. “Just go over there and talk to her. It’s not like you haven’t before.”

They both looked back at the blue haired girl who happily chatted away with, Lucy and Cana, a red solo cup in each of their hands. Gajeel opened his mouth and quickly closed it. He wanted to go over there and talk to her but he didn’t want to do it as friends. No, he wanted to be more than that, ask her out or something. Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, Gajeel tried his best to think of a way to do that.

All of them had been friends since middle school with Gajeel, Lily and Juvia joining the group in high school. Now with their third year of college approaching, he knew he couldn’t hold his admiration for the small woman any longer.

“Stop thinking so hard, makes you look uglier,” Natsu grinned smacking his friend on the shoulder, earning a glare. “Just hit her with a pick up line or something. If anything it’ll make her laugh.”

Taking his words into consideration, Gajeel thought aloud, “What’s the worst that could happen?” Agreeing with the pink haired pyro, Gajeel grabbed Natsu’s drink and downed it, earning a laugh from the man.

“Good luck!” Natsu cheered as he watched Gajeel strode over to Levy with a slight swerve in his steps. He was a lot more wasted than he thought, but that didn’t stop him from attempting to spill his feelings.

Lucy and Cana were the first to see his advance, immediately leaving when they saw how intensely he was staring at Levy. Lucy pulled Cana over to Natsu, so they could watch and listen at a good distance, anticipation clouding the trio.  

Levy was confused at her friend’s sudden departure turning around to see where they went and squeaked when she saw Gajeel standing behind her. “Geez, Gajeel, you scared me.” she said placing her hand over her chest.

“Sorry, about that.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. She quickly waved him off with a small smile, saying it was ok. Gajeel stood there frozen, trying to remember why exactly he came over to talk to her in the first place. His nerves mixing with the alcohol made him want to puke, but knew he had to say something. Anything! “I-uh, like your shirt!” he stumbled out, pointing to her shirt, that read “KARMA” in big bold white letters on her black shirt.

Mentally face palming at his comment, he groaned inwardly. Smooth, Redfox, real smooth. You’re just a regular Casanova aren’t you?

Looking down at her shirt, as if she forgot what she was wearing, she giggled, “Thanks, it was an impulse buy a few weeks ago with Lucy.” The alcohol and her laugh somehow seemed to make him drunker as he stared down at her. Gods, she was beautiful.

Without thinking, he said, “If Karma won’t fuck you, I will.”

“What?”

“What?” he repeated, his words just now seeping into his brain. “WHAT DID I JUST SAY?” He yelled in his head, as Levy stared up at him, mouth wide open in shock.

Before he could saying anything else stupid, he turned on his heels darting into the crowd of people to find a place to think. Totally not to hide from her, nope that’s not it at all.

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When he was done with his story, Lily was roaring with laughter, his head tilted back as he clutched his stomach.

“It’s not funny Lil’.” Gajeel groaned, burying his burning face into his hands. “Why did I say that?” He asked more to himself, instead of his dark skinned friend.

Lily patted him on the shoulder reassuringly as he sat down on the bed beside him. “You can blame the alcohol, but you know what they say. A drunk man, speak sober thoughts.”

Gajeel rubbed his face with his hands, hating Lily and his constant spewing of wisdom. “Why do you always have to be right?”

“Because, I’m your older brother.” Lily chuckled, knocking shoulders with the other man. “But, you do need to talk to her. The tension between you two is starting to become suffocating.”

“Shut up.” Gajeel groaned, pushing Lily off the bed, earning a loud chuckle from the floor. “I-I’ll do it sooner or later.”

The knock on the door and it opening, caused the two to look expectantly at it. Gajeel cursed under his breath as the blue haired girl of his problems poked her head into the room looking around curiously.

Lily was the first to greet her, standing up from the floor in order to welcome her into their safe haven. Gajeel looked between the two and the window, opting for the window instead of facing his lifelong crush. Bolting for it, he opened it quickly ready to launch himself down to the ground below.

Strong arms wrapping around his waist, pulled him back into the room. “Gajeel! What the hell are you doing?” Lily howled, smacking the man upside the head before lowering his voice. “Are you really going to wimp out right now, instead of explaining?”

“I don’t know if I can do this, Lil’. What if she laughs at me or rejects me.”

Sighing heavily, Lily shook his head, his short curly hair bouncing with the movement. “You said sooner or later, so later is now, so go get your girl, man.” Lily pushed Gajeel towards a curious Levy who stood close to the door, waiting for their whispered conversation to end. “He’s all yours Lev.” Lily announced, leaving the two to themselves in the room.

Silence spread across the room as Gajeel stood stiff in his spot with Levy searching his features for any inkling of why he would decide to jump out the window. With a defeated sigh, Levy stepped towards him. “So you would rather jump out a two story window than talk to me?”

“N-N-N-No, that’s not it.” He stuttered out, stepping backwards away from her as she advanced. “I just-I’m embarrassed.”

“Because of what you said to me, right?” she asked, an amused smile on her face as he continued to back away from her until his calves hit the back of chair, falling back into it. “If karma won’t fuck me, you will right?” She challenged, placing her hands on the either side of the chair arms, leaning into his space.

He didn’t know if he should be nervous or aroused, but he was definitely both. Knowing already that Levy had a slight dominant streak in her and a fire that couldn’t be quelled, Gajeel was anxious to see what she would do next.

A challenge sparked in her eyes and a teasing smirk curled her lips. “Was that a pick-up line or a threat?” she asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Both.” He said quickly, earning an amused arched eyebrow from the woman. Gulping loudly, he didn’t know what to do next, what she would do next but her climbing into his lap wasn’t it. She sat sideways his body stiffening from her suddenly being so close. Her hand made its way to the nape of his neck, playing with his hair earning soft groan.

Fuck, she knew exactly what to do to relax him. How much power does she really have over him? All of it probably.

“You promise?” She asked, catching him off guard. Looking down at the girl in his lap, his breath was stolen from his lungs at the look of pure lust in her eyes. Taking his silence as not understanding, Levy placed her hands on either side of his face, slowly pulling him closer to her. “Do you promise to go through with your threat?”

He was drunk all over again, and it wasn’t Cana’s famous jungle juice this time. The scent of her and alcohol clouded his senses as he wrapped his arms around her, leaning down further before stopping short. “Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly, the small woman smiling fondly up at him.

“Just kiss me, Gajeel.” She demanded, the man needing nothing more then that as he closed the gap between them. The kiss was sweet and slow as if testing each other’s reactions, before Gajeel deepened it, moving her to sit properly, straddling him. One had wound into her hair while the other made its way under her black skirt to knead her butt. He was rewarded with a soft whine, as her hands tangled themselves in his hair, pulling lightly. Breaking apart for air, Levy peppered kisses along his jaw, giggling as he let out a strangled moan.

“Levy,” he spoke, pulling the woman away from him. “We need to stop, before we go too far.”

“But, you promised.” She pouted, earning another kiss.

“As much as I want to take you right here, right now, I won’t.” He stated, squeezing the girls hips lightly. “It’ll be when I’m sure we won’t get irrupted and we’re both sober. I want to remember every inch of you.”

He felt her shiver under his fingertips, a proud smile curling his lips. She grabbed his face, placing her forehead against his, letting out a deep sigh. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I can say the same thing, shorty,” he chuckled, rubbing her sides affectionately.

After a few deep breaths and more kisses, they finally separated walking hand-in-hand back downstairs to the party. Now back with their regular group of friends, Gajeel leaned on the wall for support with his arms wrapped securely around her waist as she leaned her back against him. Lily noted the change of the two, winking knowingly at a now flustered Gajeel. He buried his face into her blue hair, Levy patted his head reassuringly, not stopping her conversation with Lucy who was equally wrapped in Natsu’s arm. 

A/N: If you scrolled to this before reading, your a bad noodle! If you didn't you're a good noodle! :D jk we're all good noodles!

Prompt: Person A: If karma won't fuck you, I will. Person B: Is this a pickup line or a threat? Person A: Both.

#gajevy #gajevy one shot #fairy tail #ftfanfic #levy day #gajevy fanfic #Gajeel X Levy