Oranges 🍊

$50

Rich Bf/ Itachi x Black/Chubby Reader

' 60% OFF SALE AT FASHION NOVA SUMMER DEALS FOR THE HOES!"

Summer deals for the hoes??? Now Fashion Nova play too much I thought as I scrolled down the site on my iPad, hitting the flashing sign on my screen. Endless amounts of outside and summer outfits littered my screen...but that's no sale! $30 for a 2-piece top and bottom!? Yes, it gave brunch or mimosas at the beach but still, it only 10% off but, I tap my size and the color and continued adding endless amount of clothes, shoes, and earrings into my cart.

' Tachi gon whoop my ass after this one..' I thought when reviewing my entre cart, Itachi loves it when I spoil myself or put a dent in his wallet but, lately he's told me to spend a little less, I understand it thought I filled up my walk in closet to the max and my shoes is practically covering the wall; when I walk into the closet you'll think it's a mall just full of outfits from the summer time to winter chic to spring flings etc. I delete a few items the cart only depleting by a smidge, I look down at the price...a whopping $640.87 but, I got free shipping! I open my cashapp my balance is $800 buttt I could ask tachi to give me just a bit more, right? I bite my nails and think should I order it with my money and be an independent baddie on a budget? Or be a baddie with a walking wallet on her with no budget? As I think I hear the door open.

" Baby? Com'er for a second"

' Tachi's home!' I thought as I put on my Ugg slippers and went quickly down the stairs, Itachi now sitting on the couch with his glass of whiskey and his computer; I tip-toe behind him and cover his eyes with a childish giggle.

" Guess Who?" I say with a smile, he chuckles and hums for a second.

" Hm? Is it my wonderful reader?"

" No, it your wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, breath taking, sexy, darling reader"

He just chuckled and kissed my hand as I come around to sit beside him, my plush thighs connecting with his when he lifts my legs onto his thig and rubs my calf. I lean closer a give him a peck whispering a welcome home from his long day at work. He kisses me back and he tells me about work, his eyes now calmer and less tense. We talk about what we have planned for the week and other things that came into our brains.

" Darling, have you did what I asked of you for today?"

Shit! I forgot, Itachi told me to try to clean out one side of my closet so I can have a tidy area for the rest of the year so going bit by bit I did see some shoes I didn't like but, I didn't donate them or threw them away NO! I put them in the attic because I couldn't let them go to waste! What if pink Chanel come back in style and I can just bring the whole collection back? Through my inner turmoil Itachi watches me with a black expression as I awkwardly try to explain.

" Well, I did clean out some but, I got tired, so I took a nap, then I made me a little snack for the hour because I only ate a bagel and-"

" So, you didn't clean out much?"

" It's progress...You just have to lean into it! See if you look at it from my point of view it very hard for a girl to get rid of -"

" So, you didn't clean, nor have you gotten rid of anything dear?"

I just sighed and nodded, putting my head down and looking away. Itachi sighs and lifts my chin up and kisses my lips.

" Let's see how much you've done then we can go on from there hm?"

" But! You've been at work all day, Tachi! It wouldn't be fair to let you help my mess."

" Nonsense dear, up now let's see what 'progress' you've made"

He airs quotes progress and picks me up from the couch onto my feet and walks to our bedroom while I slowly walk behind him, he's too calm...like Itachi would never hurt me but, he doesn't do the not listening thing. When me and Tachi first started this, he set clear rules that disrespect and disobedience would come with spanking, a short allowance, and no sex for week or 2 months depending on what I did, usually I'm a peach! only go punished a few times when I got a bit too bold with him. As I finally gotten into our room, he's standing there with a disappoint look.

" Only five pairs of shoes are in a box and two tops darling? This looks like 30 minutes of work-"

" Actually, an hour! It would hard because I love the leather heels but, they kind of hurt my feet but it's my only pair of leather heels I mean, I do have dark denim thigh highs but, they aren't giving the way those heels did, so I did a process and-"

" Darling."

I stopped talking and looked at his stern face, he sits on the bed and pats his thigh, and takes the band from his long hair down and loosens his tie.

" How many you think hm?"

" How many what?"

" You know what baby don't act dumb, unless you are as dumb as I thought.

My legs tighten as I try to explain how I should get away from this one punishment ranging from pleas to bargains but, Tachi just shakes his head and pats his thigh again.

" Not going to say it again baby, you've got 10 seconds before it 30 spankings and no cumming till the entire closet is clean."

He started counting and I quickly bend over his lap.

" Please me gentle Tachi" I said small and meek

" No promises my angel"

*SMACK!*

*After her ass got tore up*

" Your going to listen to me more hm?"

" Yes sir.."

" Good, now tomorrow I'm off I'm going to help you clean out some of it okay baby?"

I just nod snuggling into him, he tore my ass up and then gon try to be all loving after? Thats real bipolar but, whatever; I grab my phone from the table and see the sale is almost over.

" Tachi?"

" Hm?"

" Can I borrow $50?"

He looks down at me with one eye and I show him the sale, he rolls his eyes and pats my head.

" Later dear, go to sleep"

I nod, shutting down my hand and climbing on top of his thin frame hold his shoulders and laying my head on his chest.

" Night Tachi"

" Night baby"

..." Can I borrow $50-"

"No"

A.N: ( Im back like crack! Yall tis was my mannnn back in 89' like when I tell you he was BAD! He was, and yall I've been so tired like I tried to write but I couldn't so I'm post more now that I'm motivated.)

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Soul Evans x Black reader

So, everyone has a unique thing about them Blackstar with his tattoo, Kid having weird ass stripes, Crona pink hair and all in between but what always is cool is how soul unique teeth and eye color sure red eyes are cool and all but shark teeth? Who customized him?? And as his girlfriend you love everything about but his teeth just have more love to them ig...

"Soul my pookie bear you eva cut yourself with those teeth of yours?" asking curiously as you cut him off when he was talking about whatever stupid idea him, and Star had.

" First off, not cool to cut off somebody and second when I was a kid it wasn't cool to start bleeding because your own teeth cut your mouth." So sassy...

" But like you know it my favorite part about you ya'know" you said as you get from your set to grab something to drink, Soul nods and then thinks... his teeth out of all his cool personality traits his teeth are your favorite?

" Why my teeth like it not that cool? I got a motorcycle AND I'm like super chill and laid back, like I'm the coolest dude in the school and my teeth is our favorite thing?

You tap your chin looking him over and nod confirming, listen Soul has a lot of things girls would think is cool but think about when you first met him, he seemed pretty dorky.

+ Flashbackkkkk +

' It's hotter than a mothafucka!' I think looking up at the blazing sun laughing his hot rays of heat onto my skin, my meister/ weapon is already breathing heavy, sweating, overall, just miserable. Getting accepted into one of the best weapon/ meister academy is like getting an invite to the grammies once and a lifetime and we were very under dress, being from the south myself this heat was not even trying to spare us ( Glorilla come to mf front!)

Making it to the top of the stair s we both fall to ground

" FINALLY! THANK GAWD" my meister/ weapon Coco (omg who??) said in complete anguish as I hold my knees trying to breath correctly when a girl in pigtail and a dude with spikey hair, a tall ass girl with a ponytail, two twins and a black and white dude comes up to us

" Hi! Welcome to the DWMA, I'm Mak-"

" Girl hold on! Don't you see we finna die right now!?"

" Coco! Don't- Don't be rude!" you say scolding your weapon/ meister for rude to them greeters, you smile at the Maka girl and introduce yourself, " Hi, my names y/n and that's Coco don't worry about her attitude right now, she tired"

" Tired is a understate girl, YOU SAID WE WAS GETTING CHAFFURED HERE!"

" And we did he drove us here all we had to do was walk?"

" Walk my ass we got cooked trying to learn y/n'

Rolling my eyes I ignore Coco complaints and ask about everyone names, one of the twins excitedly introduces herself as Patty and her sister Liz and the guy next to them is Kid, who names they child Kid?? The tall girl introduced herself as Tsubaki and talks about this Blackstar dude who to me seems to be invisible but never mind that and lastly the guy with spike hair said his name is Soul, Like I said Kid and Soul like emo is an understatement. Maka asks about what weapon class are we and we say we're a part of a man named Professor Stein class right now, she says we're in their class and we start walking into the school.

" Coco girl we made itt" We both squeal together holding hands in awe of how big the school is and listening to the group talk about how the DWMA works and what the classes do, when Soul starts talking I notice pointy things in his mouth and I squint my eyes and poke Coco to pay attention, Coco looks at me and him and starts looking too and the rudest things she did points it out

" What are you staring at him for? You think he cute or som- OW!

" Thats what you get for being rude I'm telling to pay attention instead of looking at the mirror" I say calming and he just smirks, HE HAS SHARK TEETH! Gasping I tell Coco to look, and she stares and gasps back

" OMG! Your like some of those shark people! Like off of Naruto"

" I was thinking more off of Spongebob the dude who was trying to Kill Spongebob?"

The excited twin blurts out his name and we look it up agreeing, he rolls his eyes and checks Coco back calling out her being tired after walking up some stairs

" OH! Well excuse me y/n? He insulted me!"

" You said he looks like he off spongebob I'd do the same thing"

" Nuh uh! I said his teeth!"

It's been about three months since our first day at the DWMA and things been pretty cool besides us having a run in with a demon sword and Soul almost bleeding out the school been cool, and we've gained some friends and some enemies, but I think I've been gaining more than a friend with one of the group members; Soul and I have been talking a lot 1-on-1 about random things and every time we part ways I run to Coco giggling about every little thing like when we took a ride on his motorcycle and we had like an almost unofficial official date and when he got my a copy of his headband but with my name and all things I like on there. Coco keeps telling me to confess and all but what if he doesn't like me like that? Like I know I'm a bad bitch but what if I'm not a baddie but a baddie that happens to be his friend? I constantly think about that, and it's put on a tiny strain on me and Soul's relationship.

Today Soul texted me about meeting up for a casual hangout away from the group and for the past ten minutes me and Coco looking for outfits and we found the perfect outfit, after fixing my hair and doing a 5-minute face Soul texts me he's outside. Getting out my dorm there he is checking his phone, and he smirks saying I took long enough, and we ride to our regular spot an arcade with a lot of pinball machines and fair games, hours of fun later we landed ourselves walking around Death City, our conversation switching from things like classes to missions to even crushes.

" So, you got a crush on anyone?" Soul asks and I laugh it off saying not really, walking in silence I look up to Soul staring at me a bit

" What?" I say giggling and he chuckles a bit saying I'm very giddy today which isn't out of the usual, but he wants to know why.

" Well I started to think I mayyy have a crush a somebody" He gets silent but still asks who.

" Well, he pretty funny, cool hair a bit, got a nice voice and -"

" KID! The guy with stripes is your crush!?"

" NO!"

" Oh- continue" turning his head away from my face and I laugh it off his concerned tone and continuted listing all the qualities this crush of mines has

" Oh! and he's pretty dorky always saying cool and walking funny it almost like he trying to impress someone " with my eyes landing onto him with each word his red eyes largen and he asks is it him and with a smile I nod and grab his hand as he gloats on how he knew all along and in his words ' Wanted you to confess first' yeah right...

" So, what do you think he seems pretty nice huh?" He smirks and wraps an arms around my shoulder and nods, walking me to dorm and leaving with a kiss a cheek.

+ Flashback over +

Laughing a bit at the memory of how we met I slide over to Soul who now playing some videogame and sit beside him playing with his hair and watching him play, " You were pretty dorky when we started dating" I comment poking his cheek and he groans at the memory telling him to never remind of his "uncool" actions again. Talking about he couldnt beileve still how his best attrabute to me is his teeth.

" Well it ain't your style"

" I have great style! This is the epitomy of the best fashion sense"

" A leather jacket isnt fashion Soul"

" Who says? YOU? Wearing navy in the summer?"

Gasping at his diss to my last date outfit I hit him over the head with a pillow repeatdly telling him to take it back, after a pillow and a quick talk about our favorite things about eachother I began to think of one last question, Did Soul the self proclaimed coolest dude alive BITE someone?

" Hey I got one more question"

" Yes, in the pool as a kid I'd act like a shark"

" um... thank you for that confession but I didn't say that

" oh... then no I didn't act like a vampire-"

" Did you ever bite someone"

... Complete silence as Soul stared at me weirdly and tried to run away from the question and being yourself you obviously tried to pry it out of him

" Cmonnn it's not that bad! Coco even did it!"

" Coco has the brain of a rabid animal so it checks out"

And for the past 10 minutes you ask crazy question and all Soul doesn't is gives you a look or ask you the same question. And Maka sitting in her room a few feet over thinks about telling you about the time when soul bit Blackstars ankle during a fight... but that for another time

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This with nanami🙏🏾🙏🏾

ask and ye shall receive <3 content: MDNI, fwb!Nanami x f!Reader, handcuffs, piv sex, light choking, slight exhibitionism ig

Nanami Kento was a man who knew how to multitask.

He's expected to attend a meeting online he knows is a waste of time? He's finishing that afternoon's paperwork off-screen and still chiming at just the right moment with just the right insight. Lunch breaks? He'd rather eat his sandwich at his desk while he works than take it and be stuck there past five. You once caught him reading in the bathtub, wine glass in one hand while the suds clung to his chest. But this?

This was, uh, new.

"Sweetheart, sorry, I have to take this," His honeyed voice murmured in your ear, soft lips grazing against your neck as his other hand reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"Ken-" You started, about to tell him it was fine despite your disappointment, expecting him to pull out, but no, him readjusting just seemed to force his cock in deeper. Snapping your mouth shut to stifle your own gasp right as his thumb swiped over the screen and brought it to his ear.

"Hello? Yes, this is him," Nanami answered, somehow managing to sound professional while his cock was practically kissing your cervix. The throb of his thick length while you reluctantly unwrapped your legs from around his waist was taunting, blinking up at his collected face, only a few strands of his shiny blonde hair hanging loose even hinting at him being anything other than put-together. You wanted to touch it, brush it out of his face and twirl it around your finger, but you were cuffed, the metal cool around your wrists as they rested above your head.

You could barely understand the voice on the other end, something about an interview before you heard the word now and pieced it together.

"Now works," Nanami replied. He didn't pull out.

You waited, one second, two, but once you hit five in your head, you were mouthing his name, but he just pressed a soft, silent kiss to your forehead before proceeding to pull out just to slide right back in.

There was no fucking way he was-

The second thrust quickly turned into the twentieth though, his free hand pulling your thigh back over his hip so he could angle himself back in just as deep, careful not to smack into your skin hard enough to make a noise loud enough to be heard on the other end. All while he answered every stupid question about statistics and personal accomplishments and his recent projects and sales, even fucking chuckling at something the guy on the other end said like he wasn't bottoming out inside you with every brutal pump.

Your wrists straining against the handcuffs now, squirming under the weight of his frame and studying how handsome he looked like this, his sculpted chest and shoulders, the faint blond happy trail above where his cock was connected with you. He only briefly pulled the phone away from his ear to shake his head and give you one little chiding click of his tongue while nodding towards where your hands were bound, reminding you not to hurt yourself.

Pouting, you stuck your tongue out at him and you could pretty much see him tighten the leash on his own restraint to resist rolling his eyes and flipping you over to deliver a rough smack to your ass.

"I prefer not to work overtime, but if necessary..." Nanami returned his attention back to the man on the phone, who probably would never guess what position his interviewee had you in. Your own gasps and panting were barely contained, biting down on your lip to keep it from falling open while he tried to split you open with his cock.

Losing track of time while you were losing your grip on your slipping sanity, teased closer and closer to a climax as you desperately attempted to stay silent.

A tiny whine escaped, hardly a squeak, when his swollen tip grinded against the soft spot in the back, all your muscles squeezing around him as you struggled to hold in another needy whimper.

The hand holding your thigh disappeared, the heat of his palm lingering before it suddenly wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you quiet. His sturdy fingers flexed and pressing into the tendons, squeezing you back, the heat between your thighs burning brighter at the hold he had on you. Your legs locked back around his waist tighter before he bottomed out in you, burying himself to the hilt again and again and again.

Forcing shallow breaths in-and-out your nose, glossy eyes peering up at his still-stoic expression, his brows pulled together in focus he was splitting between you and the phone.

It was probably one of your favorite faces of his - the way his lips were pushed together and all the sharp lines of his face, all his defined features fit together when he fit so nicely inside you. You were fine receiving half of his attention if it meant his two-track mind thought of you at all. If it felt even half as good as this.

Listening to his soothing voice recite facts and numbers and asking the other guys questions while he fucked you harder, faster. His thumb dragged up higher along the side of your neck to where a hickey he'd accidentally left earlier was, pressing in just enough you were suppressing another whine. Tears were starting to brim at your lashes, batting them up at Nanami to silently beg him to please, please, please let you cum already, squirming and moving until the cuffs accidentally clinked against his bedpost.

Shit.

"Sorry, that was just my pet," He apologized, one corner of his mouth twitching up into a little smirk while your mouth fell open in a wordless protest at his teasing.

You were so going to get him back later.

He balanced the phone between his shoulder and his ear, freeing up his other hand like he'd at least let you finish as an apology, rolling his thumb over your sore and sensitive clit, massaging steady circles that had your back arching up off the bed. Replying with 'mhm's and 'ah's while he released your throat to clamp that hand over your mouth instead, muffling your moans under his calloused palm.

You finished first. Or maybe he did. It was hard to tell, your legs trembling and a too-bright wave of pleasure hitting you right as his abs tensed and something warm started to leak down your thighs.

The interviewer on the other end definitely didn't know, still chattering away faintly in the background as Nanami ran his fingers through his hair, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled the phone away enough it wouldn't catch how his dreamy little sigh as he caught his breath and re-composed himself.

"Oh? Yes, thank you very much. I'll keep an eye out for the email," Nanami murmured when he brought it back to his ear, only now pulling out and climbing off the bed, his cock, still pink and pretty springing up with his steps. He disappeared into the attached bathroom for a moment before coming back with a washcloth, cleaning up your thighs first, before himself.

You listened to him say his goodbye, still in a daze while he tossed the cloth into his laundry basket and sat next to you, warm eyes crinkling as he caressed your cheek. He hung up the phone, placing it back on the nightstand.

"I got the job."

why have the black women of tumblr come to the conclusion that ghetto black women don’t deserve love or representation?

like what’s wrong with a character liking rap music, or liking to have her nails, lashes and hair done?

it’s like yall don’t realize that you’re being anti-black and elitist asf. like yall complain and complain about how writers on here never “write characters like you” and honestly if you feel that way then write it yourself?

ghetto black women never get good representation in media because of people LIKE YOU. like god forbid someone writes characters like the people in their everyday life or like them because they ALSO thought “i don’t get good representation either” like what the fuck is wrong with yall.

i love every single ghetto, loud, “stereotypical” (which makes no fucking sense) black woman that loves to have long nails, to wear wigs and braids, loves have their lashes done and ones built like megan thee stallion and speak aave.

i love every single shy, quiet, nerdy black woman that loves wearing her natural hair no rocking her natural face and the ones skinny, thick, fat, short, tall, and whatever tf else.

like there is some actual representation you SHOULD be fighting for like more PLUS SIZE reader rep that isn’t the stereotypical “i hate my body” ass shit , more DARK SKIN reader rep that doesn’t have anything to do with the reader hating her skin tone or going through colorism, and some TALL reader rep but bitch you’re pissy because they made the reader like to wear wigs …like bitch are you DUMB???

bashing black woman writers on here because YOU don’t feel represented is fucking stupid. they take times out of THEIR days to write on this app and they DON’T get paid for this! so for the love for all things that are holy, if i hear another one of yall say some this shit imma beat your ass.

Finally somebody with a brain who can get her job right; I don't cop cities nor do I support cops in anyyy way but this election I support Kamala. It's sad that people who WILLINGLY chose drugs and got caught are being weaponized in a crucial time. I don't support cops but Kamala job was the send the people who broke the law into trial, that is something she can't fix or.

It didn’t hit me until recently that people genuinely think Kamala Harris was a police officer because of all the people who call her a cop online.

Like I think maybe it’s important people should know she was a prosecutor. She was once a district attorney and later an attorney general for the state of California. And we can discuss how related that is to police work and how tied she is to the carceral system etc etc (but for fairness would have to include her record of pushing for lowering incarceration rates through programs helping former prisoners + her office refusing to jail folks for low level weed offense). But she was never a police officer. Like people should get that clear. Kamala Harris was never a police officer. She was a district attorney. She was never a police officer.