Trying To Prove A Point To The Boys At School

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Hehehehhe I feel like this is a good representation of me I love this ❤️❤️

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hello!!! can i request bonten with a husband reader that gives off the energy of morticia adams? LIKE HE'S THIS TALL, DEEP AND SULTRY VOICE, BLACK FELINE ENERGY AND THE BONTEN MEN ARE JUST SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM THEY WILL PEPPER HIM WITH KISSES AND AFFECTION HECK THEY WOUKD PROBABLY KISS THE FLOOR WHERE THEIR HUSBAND WOULD WALK WITH HOW MUCH THEY WORSHIP THEIR HUSBAND😭🖐 and let's say, bonten was trying to close this huge deal with another group or company but this company was trying to milk them off their money LO AND BEHOLD HUSBAND READER CAME AND HE TRIED CONVINCING THE PARTNERS AND THEY JUST BECOME SO BLUSHY AND SHIT AND M/N WATCHED CLOSELY LIKE A FOX AS THEY TREMBLEX AND SIGNED THE CONTRACTS WHILE HIS HUSBANDS WERE MOUTH WIDE OPEN.

"See, that wasn't so hard, no?~"

(Name) Adams? Oh this was SO much fun to write!

As (Name) made his way to Mikey's office, others couldn't help but stare. (Name) was their god of Bonten. He kept the executives under control and keep heir leader alive. But he was also so beautiful.

He was (height), had the most beautiful pale skin, his black hair always down and flowing, and finally he always wore tight black clothing.

At first it bothered the executives, until one day (Name) had worn a dress from one of his American cousins. Bonten was without their top members/leader for almost a week!

(Name) stared at the office door running a hand through his dark hair, and sighing before knocking on the door. He entered almost immediately after. He was slightly surprised at the people in his husband's office.

He expected all his husbands to be here, which they were, but so were some strangers that were eyeing him in a way he didn't like. He silently made his way to one of his many husbands and sat on the male's lap. Staring at the other males with a raised eyebrow.

Takeomi sent a smug look at the other men. Then wrapped his arms around (Name)'s middle, kissing (Name)'s neck softly. The guests just stared wide eyed. This is the rumored God of Bonten. The male that could wrap any man around his finger.

(Name) slowly played with Takeomi's hair, watching the guests. After a few minutes of silences he spoke. Silently shocking the guests of how deep the male's voice was.

"I deeply apologie for intruding. It's supposed to be my husbands lunch time, I was promised a lunch at my favorite roof top resturant. So please continue."

The group from (company name) ndded before turning back to a annoyed looking Mikey. "Like I was saying Mr. Sano, I believe we'll make good progress if we work together."

Kokonoi stood, kissing (Name) head before making his way up front. "Well you want our men to gaurd your company ball, and you want in on Bonten's business. But your not willing to pay the price we agreed upon meeting."

(Name) silently watched his husband agrued with the boss of the company. He ignored the agruing in turn to smack a few wondering hands away. The trouble making trio as (Name) loved calling them pouted at the rejection of their god like husband.

(Name) was brought back to the argument when he could tell Mikey was gonna snap. (Name) pressed a quick but passionate kiss to Takeomi's lips before standing. He slowly made his way to Kokoni. He stared at the company men as he slowly leaned against Kokonoi. Whispering something into his ear.

Kokonoi's eyes widened then he slightly blushed before making his way to his seat. (Name) silently grabbed the contract, while reading it he grabbed Mikey's pen. The others watched the quiet male. Wondering what he was doing, but also they were entranced by his beauty.

After a few minutes (Name) slid the contract to the boss. While the boss read over the contract (Name) sat on Mikey's lap. Hoping it would keep the male from killing their clients. Mikey placed his head in the crook of (Name)'s neck. Letting the smell of (scent) calm him down.

(Name) then began explain what he changed on the contract. "See you wanted to only pay half of the price for our men to gaurd your company ball. Thats not fair since we use that money to pay them."

They looked confused. (Name) then slightly glared. "Wait. Don't tell me you thought Bonten just casually pockets the money from our clients." They didn't say anything. The Bonten members in the room scoffed.

"No. We pay all our workers. The money we get from their jobs, doesn't go directly to us. It goes to our Treasuer Kokonoi who then distributes it EQUALLY among the workers who did said job. Bonten only gets about 10% of the pay from those jobs."

The company looked flabbergasted. (Name) stood and walked around the room. He explained how Bonten was fair to their workers and how they eliminated traitors that went against Bonten.

"See my husbands are fair and ractional men. But if you mess with their Empire and business." The look on (Name)'s face had all of Bonten clinching their fists. The guests looked aroused and frightened. "Then you'll just disappear~"

Bonten watch with pride as (Name) got the company to agree to their orginal deal and sign it. Once they left (Name) sent a look to his husbands. "Now was that so hard~. Anyways since I didn't get my promised lunch, I'll be leaving besides my cousin is here."

(Name) waved as he left the office and Bonten froze. Which cousin was it? Ran was the first to jump from his seat and dart out the door. Then Sanzu, followed by Rindou. Thats when it click. Mortica was the visiting cousin.

Bonten quickly followed their husband. Excited for the evening dinner they knew would happen. Hopefully (Name) would wear another dress Mortica made for them.

breaking news.

bruce wayne x male reader headcanon.

summary: bruce has been making national headlines once again, but this time, you're caught up in it.

warnings: bale!bruce, panicked!reader, media frenzy surrounding relationship with bruce!

dating bruce wayne in public included explosive media coverage when the news of your relationship first leaked. for weeks upon weeks, it was all every news outlet and the public could talk about—gossip about. people couldn't flip through their tv, or scroll through their phone without seeing:

THIS JUST IN: BRUCE WAYNE, MULTI-BILLIONAIRE PHILANTHROPIST AND PLAYBOY, CAUGHT IN ROMANTIC RENDEZVOUS WITH... A MAN?

it all started with a photo; a voyeuristic shot that framed you and bruce sitting in one of the restaurants that he'd invested in, holding hands and laughing by the candle light. it was one of the many dates where he closed business for the night for privacy reasons—to keep you safe from the public's eye. and judging from the angle, it was evident that it was one of the employees that had managed to stay back in the building.

to be honest, it was tasteful. nothing scandalous or even remotely explicit, especially if you had to compare to the scandals of men of bruce's status. as much as you felt like your privacy was invaded, you couldn't help but feel relieved when you saw bruce's smile in the photo. the way he looked at you with such doting eyes, his thumb caressing over the bridge between your index and thumb, the plates of food left cold because you were addicted to his company, and vice versa.

it was an intimate moment that was ruined by selfishness—greed.

for a brief moment, you felt... scared. the windows in your apartment were immediately shut and blinded by curtains; the locks in your doors were triple-checked; your passwords were immediately changed to new ones you'd probably forget in the future. you felt eyes on your back, pierced through the walls, watching your every move even if they hadn't.

and as much as you teased bruce about leaving him after your fifteen minutes of fame, you needed him more than ever.

"bruce, what do i—what's happening?""alfred's coming, you're at home, right? i'm talking with my security team right now and—"

it wouldn't be long until people found out who the 'mysterious man' in question was.

in less than an hour, your social media presence had a tenfold increase. photos on your feed received more comments and likes you could ever count. many of them ran with the narrative that you were simply an object of bruce's undisclosed desire for men, his boy toy. and before you knew it, the news outlet began reporting the same, including their own findings of your life.

dating bruce wayne in public included him hugging you as soon as you arrived to his manor. it was a protective instinct that had been brewing since he heard how panicked—how afraid you were—on the phone. while multiple phones rang off the hook, bruce took the time to let you breathe into you, to find a sense of peace as he held you, comforted you with affectionate words in your ear, affectionate touches that rendered you calm and ultimately safe again.

dating bruce wayne in public included bruce addressing his relationship with you in a press conference. it was silly that it had come to this point, but he made sure his feelings regarding how the news outlets had turned a relationship between two men into a media frenzy were known.

"yes, i am in a loving relationship with (M/N)." "no, i am not dating a man for relevancy." "who wears the pants—really? security, let's escort him out, please?" "no, my fiancé is not what those rumors have suggested." "and yes, (M/N) is my fiancé. be kinder, and i ever so might have the fleeting thought to invite you all to my wedding."

dating bruce wayne in public meant that you were advised to keep your answers as vague as possible when you were approached by paparazzis. there were few times where you could escape, but they came in massive groups, bombarding you, and the security team that bruce had hired to protect you, with questions that would guarantee the tabloids massive engagement, but you wouldn't falter.

"ah... yes—he's doing very well, thank you." "oh? my coat? bruce gifted it to me on my birthday a few years ago!" "what do i like... uh, cooking! i make a mean burger—ask bruce yourself!"

and as the public began to know you more, through your timid answers, to the wary and tired smile that only emphasized the dark circles on your face, you were rather... charming? compared to bruce, they've quickly fallen in love with how personal you could be at times. where bruce was always stoic and formal in his answers, you stuttered and answered with a laugh, unexpectedly cracking a joke in between.

it didn't take much interaction before the public realized what made bruce fall in love with a man like you.

dating bruce wayne in public included you becoming quite of a celebrity yourself. alongside bruce's, your day was documented from the very minute you stepped onto a sidewalk and started your day. what was your order at the local coffee shop? what did you like having for lunch? your favorite movie? your favorite thing about bruce?

you were a hot commodity and everyone wanted a piece of you.

though, that never stopped your weekly dates with him. golfing, swimming, hiking, eating; you'd hear the clicks of photos being taken from the shadows, and it was bruce who always held you closer, by the shoulders or by the hand to remind you that you were safe with him.

"they'll get tired of us eventually.""hopefully..."

with him by your side, it wasn't so bad that the camera flashes never failed to blind you whenever you two shared a sweet kiss.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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Hello! I’m the anon from before who talked about the “females DNI” thing. I was pretty tired when I wrote that, so I’m sorry if I came off aggressively. I have a pretty bad memory so I don’t know if I missed that you included the word fetishising in that disclaimer (“Fetishizing She/Her, She/They, Females DNI”) or if you added that in later. If I missed that when reading, I’m sorry, and if you added it in after I appreciate it, thank you :)

I did add it at a later time and it’s all good. 👍 I was aggravated also when I wrote that response so…