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Day 782: 🐢 & 🫓

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[rougethegato]

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[lorenzocaiazzo]

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[huouting]

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Bonten - Debbie Jelinsky (Male) Reader 2

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I wanted to give the reader a husband that he actually likes for a bit of a change, so this is pretty early on into the relationship. I've also decided that this one is very important to Bonten, so they wouldn't kill him nor be okay with the reader killing him. I hope you enjoy this, 🫓Flatbread Anon! — Benny 🐰

Part 1 Part 2

                                                                                                   

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"Shuusuke? What's wrong?"

[Name] asks his new boyfriend, confused, as the man had stood abruptly from his chair, causing it to jerkily skoot back.

The man in question, Tanabata Shuusuke, a young billionaire who owned a very popular tech company operating out of Sendai. The blonde man had reached the peak of his success at the age of 28 and it kept climbing for the next 5 years to where we are now. Now 33, his company, Tanabata Technology™, was the second most popular in all of Japan.

The young and wealthy bachelor was pretty easy on the eyes as well. In fact, many news stations and magazines voted him as the most handsome billionaire of 20××. To furthur estimate his popularity; Tanabata Shuusuke would get at least 13 letters of love and admiration from random strangers every single day without fail.

"[Name]....—"

Softly speaks the blonde as he gracefully walk around the table; coming to a stop in front of his seated e/c eyed lover.

"—....Every day from the moment I met you has been a whirlwind of pure bliss for me. You've made me feel like noone has ever made me feel before. You complete me, truly. So I want to ask you...—"

He slowly gets down on one knee as he gently takes [Name]'s small hands into his; carefully he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a royal blue cube shaped box. Flipping it open, Shuusuke reveals a gorgeous ring, consisting of gold band with the words 'Our Love Is Eternal' intricately ingraved on the inner side and a large heart shaped diamond implanted into it.

"—... Matsumoto [Name], will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll marry you!"

"I still don't understand why we have to find this fucker in the first place. We already have Kokonoi, why do we need another person like 'im?"

Complains a surprisingly sober Sanzu as he lazily sprawls out on one of the sofas in Bonten's common room.

Bonten had been searching for the serial killing gold digger after a while of letting him go, which was a very strange decision on Mikey's part, considering they usually never let people go.

But now it seemed that their boss had regretted that decision thus ordering his men to try and find him again. What prompted the sudden change of heart was left out from their orders and they won't exactly ask either, lest they get offed for questioning leadership.

"I don't exactly mind finding him, he had a great ass. I'd love to see him again."

Ran says from his place behind the sofa that the pinkette was occupying as he smoothly inserts himself into the conversation with a sly look on his face.

Kakucho, who was seated in the sofa opposite to Sanzu, deadpanned at the elder Haitani's response. He silently rolled his eyes along with Rindou who was sat next to him scrolling on his phone. The two gave each other a side glance that held so many words of exasperation and expectancy.

"Of course you would."

Rindou groans, finally done with his side-eye conversation with Kakucho.

Ran looked at his younger brother with a teasing expression as he simply shrugs as if to say 'what can ya do'. Prompting yet another eye roll from the jellyfish haired man.

"I found him.—"

Says a previously silent Kokonoi as he reads the information off his screen.

"— Looks like we were right, he got married again. And it's to another one of our partners, but it's an important one, so we need to get to him before he decides to kill the guy."

"Ah! That vanity is vintage! Be more careful, will you! You can put it in the lounge."

A robe clad [Name] huffs at the clumsy movers as they accidentally bump his furniture into a nearby wall.

It had been a few days since Shuusuke had proposed to him in that restaurant; the billionaire asking him to move in right then and there. Which leads us to now, where the last truck full of [Name]'s possessions were being moved into their now shared home.

The h/c-ette vaguely remembered his now fiancee telling him earlier that he'd be meeting with some people today. Perhaps he was still talking with them, it would certainly explain why he wasn't present. Surely if he came and got his wonderfully rich husband, Shuusuke wouldn't mind him interrupting whatever meeting he was in. [Name] was his fiancee now after all, he needs must be tended to.

The e/c eyed man nodded to himself as he made his way to the home office, his eyes carefully scanning the halls so he wouldn't get lost again. Even if he'd been given a tour of the entire estate, it would take a while to really know where he was going.

Reaching the intended door, [Name] gave a brisk knock, entering before an answer could be given. He made a b-line for his blonde fiancee, paying no mind to his guests, and planted a kiss on the man's forehead. He was startled though by his lover's nervous expression.

And then he heard it.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't the cutie from Minato.~"

Shit.

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[trippygalaxy]

howdy howdy!! i’m flatbread anon! just started reading through your work and i love it so i was wondering if i could get legend being whipped? like i mean downright worse than mashed potatoes on thanksgiving. i love him sm <3

i hope you’re having an amazing day!!

-🫓

YES FLAT BREAD ANON, YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN!!! Warning: light talk of monster guts/gore (REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED AS OF 05-30)

Legend

How on the goddesses green earth was this fair? How could you be so damned...prefect! It baffled --and annoyed-- Legend to no end. Sat by his lonesome, Legend watches you from across the makeshift camp site as you help the sailor pick monster guts from his, and your own hair.

The veteran can't help the huff that escapes his chest. How can your beauty shine even through the thick layers of sickening flesh of monster meat? How is that even possible?! Was it some sort of magical item, or perhaps some curse of beauty? You frustrated the man to no end and yet, your company is nothing less than a blessing.

A blessing...Yes, he was sure of that. Maybe, just maybe, the goddesses were taking pity on him for once and sent you as a gift. That seems like the only logical reason for how you fit so perfectly with him. Legend mind wanders for a moment, admiring ever part of you. Not only were you as charming as royalty but you were as stubborn as a mull! You challenged him quite often, yet not once where any of your words or actions fueled by ill intent.

You shushed him on a number of occasions, most notably when he was attempting to brush off your --and the groups-- concern when he was injured. Normally, a few quick witted words would have stopped his blabbering but in that moment nothing wavered his persistence. So with dwindling patience, you cupped the hoarders face and brought him close. The gesture itself rendered him speechless, he also didn't quite catch your whispered concerns as he was much more focused on you tender touch. The softness of your skin was a welcoming comfort he'd never forget.

He was positive that if he had inched a hair closer, he could of kissed you. A part of him wished he had. The thought of your tender lips meeting his --a kiss of passion and love-- send a blazing blush to his cheeks. Bringing a hand to his face, it drags down until it rests covering his mouth. This wasn't a bit fair, he decided, not fair at all.

[jakexneytiri]

the way i would let this man (jake) RIP OFF MY CLOTHES WHEN HES ANGRY AT ME-

I'd try to protest and whine about my new clothes but all I would get is a frustrated "just shut up f'me, be a good girl and just be. quiet."

-🫓anon

GOOD EVENING 🫓 ANON. SAME HERE BAE

“jake stop! you’re gonna-” you pause, watching the beads from your newly crafted top scatter across the floor.

“i don’t wanna hear it. you’re mine tonight, got it?” his large, calloused hand grips your jaw, holding your head against the wall as he gazes upon your body with a predatory glare. “keep that pretty mouth shut, y’hear me?”

OOOOO OOOOO AHHHH AHHHHH 🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍

[toaverse]

Favorite Madrigal couple/romance?

[don-dake]

“Here you go, the Naan of Peshwari!”

Bluey S3E9: Curry Quest

[i-am-not-your-little-princess]

Agustín spends a relaxing morning with his youngest daughter 😍🥺😌

Agustín was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his socks on, when Julieta walked into the room, a gurgling Mirabel on her hip. Finished putting his socks on, Agustín stood from the bed, kissing Julieta on the cheek, and bopping little Mirabel's tiny nose.

"Ahhh, well isn't this a sight for sore eyes this morning! My lovely girls! Where are Isabela and Luisa?"

Julieta leaned into his touch, resting her head on his shoulder.

"They're in our bathroom. I still need to do their hair, but this one is being a fussy girl this morning, aren't you, bebita?"

Agustín took the baby from his esposa and tickled her tiny belly.

"Is that so? Are you giving your mamá trouble, hm?"

Mirabel gave him an adorably grumpy glare. Agustín stroked her chubby cheek with the back of his hand.

With two chubby baby hands, Mirabel grabbed three of his very large fingers and inserted them into her mouth, gnawing. Drool was running down her chin and his hand. At least she looked happier now.

It finally clicked.

The drool. The gnawing. The grumpiness.

His little bebé was teething.

"Ah, so that's why you're being little miss grumpy, isn't it? My little Miraboo's getting her milk teeth?" Agustín threw a hand over his heart dramatically. "Oh, no! This cannot be! Stop growing up so fast!"

Peppering feather soft kisses all over her tiny baby face, Agustín reveled in the sweet sound of his youngest hija's giggles. Pressing one last delicate kiss to her nose, he pulled back, watching in amusement as she followed his every move in complete and utter fascination.

Pulling herself up by his shirt, Mirabel grabbed his cheeks with her chubby hands, and leaned in, her lips pursed. Agustín thought she was going to mimic his nose-kisses.

He would soon be proven wrong.

Instead of a kiss on the nose, Mirabel opened her mouth, and took a huge bite, gnawing on his nose as if it were the world's best teething ring.

"Ahh, Miraboo, no, no, no! Papì's nose isn't a chew toy, you silly girl!"

[lunamadrigal]

There seems to be a growing trend amongst the Encanto fanfic community where the steam is going out. Not for lack of original content from writers but more so the spark that keeps any of us writing, which is interaction. Might seem silly but when you are writing into the big void it's a lot like talking to your reflection in the mirror. It always agrees with you and doesn't push you forward with new ideas.

A few recent anons and private msgs have been from other writers asking for feedback on their fic or to use an idea/hc they've seen me talk about. And let me say it super duper loud that I welcome these messages. Please send me your fics to read and don't be shy. It might take me a minute to get through each but by damn I will do it.

We need to assemble the community with our own Encanto bat signal.

#🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback

#that's it that's the tag

Tag em, share em, dm them, reblog this with your link, do all the things cause I've got four days off next week and will make it my mission.

[hastthouconsideredthetetrapod]

good nite all!

[lorenzocaiazzo]

#2022july31 #piadina #bagnodiromagna #🫓 (presso Hosteria Volante Bagno di Romagna) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgsJDXLsd5P/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[se6min]

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ㅤ𓈒⠀ 안성민 ⠀𝆬 ⠀ ¡ ♡ !

໒꒱ ♡゙ : bisexual, sub, single, interested.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Bonten: - Morticia Addams (Male) Reader

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🫓Flatbread-Anon, you're back! It's been a good while since I've heard from you, I'm glad you've sent me another one of your amazing asks. — Benny 🐰

The Bonten members that take an interest in you will be Ran and Kakucho; because I need to write some exclusive content for those two and this is the closest I'll get for now. Their parts will be separated of course.

                                                                                                   

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Yet another traitor to Bonten had been sniffed out. This on had been poking around in their real-estate business ties, closing and canceling deals while pocketing the profits for themselves.

Kokonoi, who had been noticing a small but steady drop in revenue, sent some people to investigate and they actually caught the guy in the act. Unfortunately though, he had fled before they could properly apprehend him.

Thankfully they were able to track the traitor to an abandoned warehouse, where he was currently being held in wait for a few of the executives who were sent to deal with him.

That leads us to where we are now.

"These fuckers really can't get it through their damn skulls, huh? Ya can't fuck with Bonten's shit!"

Sanzu growls, sitting cross-legged in the HQ's lounge as he loads bullets into the magazine of his handgun.

Ran and Rindou already stood by the doorway, one not bothering to bring much other than his personal firearms since he wouldn't be doing much at all and the other with nothing since he wouldn't be going with. Kakucho, who had previously left the room, reenters with coffee in hand, unfazed with Sanzu's ramblings.

"C'mon, let's get goin', we gotta traitor to kill."

The pink hair man stands up as he pockets his now fully loaded gun and grabs his katana.

Rindou nods at the three and waves his brother off as they all head out of the lounge and to the elevator to complete the task given to them.

Footsteps clack against the damp pavement as a figure clad in all black strolls the foggy streets; a serene smile painted on their black stained lips. The lacy black parasol in their hands is spun around at the handle as it rests on their shoulder.

Suddenly... their feet come to a stop. Before them stood a severely run down building; most likely condemned by the looks of it.

"My, my... this is quite the breathtaking veiw..."

Their deep voice humms echoing about the vacant street as they speak.

Kakucho pulls the car in front of the address he was given and parks, turning the engine off. He stares out of the windshield for a moment at the thick fog, brows lifting in confusion. There was no fog warning on the weather forecast today...

"Ya'll comin' in or stayin' out here?"

Sanzu asks the two impatiently as he gathers all his needed equipment and prepares to exit the car.

"I'll stay out here, I need a smoke anyway."

Ran lazily replies in his natural carefree tone as he opens the passenger door and rummages for his carton of cigarettes in his breast pocket.

Kakucho only waves the pinkette off, eyes still stuck on the fog outside as his brows furrow. The mullet haired man only shrugs as he gets out and fast walks into the warehouse, carrying his belongings with him.

The short haired Haitani pulls out both a cigarette and an intricate lighter that Rindou got him for a birthday present last year as he stands by the car. Lighting up his cigarette, Ran turns to Kakucho, noticing how quiet he had been the whole time.

"Are just going to sit there, Scarface?"

He humms, raising a thin brow at the unmoving executive.

"I'd get out but I don't want this fog screwing with my depth perception, I've only got one good eye, after all."

The blackette answers the purple haired man as he pulls out his phone and opens the weather app; completely ignoring the screams coming from the warehouse.

"Fog? Oh yeah, it is pretty foggy out he—"

The elder Haitani started, only to be cut off by a eerie baritone voice.

"My, what a lovely symphony to accompany this magnificent view... such a marvelous night this quaint little stroll turned out to be~."

The mysterious voice coos out.

The two Bonten executives flinch and immediately reach for their weapons, heads snapping in the direction the voice echoed from. Kakucho quickly exits the car with weapon drawn, not bothering to close the door in his alert state.

"Dear me, pointing such things at a stranger, I'm honored that you would threaten my life in such a way.~ Though I'm just a tad insulted, I'd truly prefer a slow paced and gorey demise.~"

The deep voice echos towards them once again as a tall figure shrouded in black emerges from the fog.

A man, dressed is all black old school English clothing, as far as they were aware, and holding a black lace parasol. He was tall and lanky with a very dark and ominous but non threatening aura, his blacked lips were pulled up into a mysterious smile.

The men were in shock; how the hell hadn't they noticed this guy before!? His presence was so intense that it would be impossible for the two, who are seasoned fighters, to miss him.

"How rude of me, I've neglected to introduce myself to you. I am [Surname] [Name], pleased to meet you two gentlemen."

The man now known as [Name], greeted the two as bowed graceful.

"This is no place for civilians; Bonten is conducting business here. Leave."

Kakucho, calming his nerves, orders the new comer, his gun unmoving from it's position pointing at their head.

Feeling no threat, Ran lowers his gun but doesn't put it away just in case something happens. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he grabs his phone out with his free hand, preparing to alert Sanzu of their unwelcome guest.

"What beings you here, Sweets?"

The elder Haitani purrs as he opens his contacts, directing his eyes towards [Name] instead of his phone screen.

"Hahaha, how cheeky you are. I'm simply here to take in the view, but it seems my presence has caused a bit of a fuss with you gentlemen."

[Name] chortles, readjusting his parasol to the other shoulder and giving it a little twirl by the handle.

Kakucho lowers his gun just so, taken aback at the strange man's words.

"The view? What?"

He mutters, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Well, as much as I would simply adore to stay here and take in the lingering death in the air, I must bid you adieu. Thing must be famished right about now."

The gothic man informed them as he turned on his heel and walked back into the mist.

Narrowed eyes followed his figure as he disappeared into the night...

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...and those eyes were Ran's.

The elder Haitani huffed out a quiet chuckle as he turned off his phone, his thumb hovering just above the call button on Sanzu's contact. Why bother informing Sanzu of this incident; if he did then surely the pinkette would spoil some potential fun he could have in the future. A smirk makes its way onto his lips; what an interesting guy.

Approaching footsteps draw his attention back towards the building. Ran turns to see a blood spattered Sanzu sporting a crazed grin.

"Aaaall done! Let's go, I got a couple pills o' ecstacy off the guy and 'm itchin' to take 'em."

The pinkette cheers as he opens the backseat passenger door and tosses his things inside.

"Damnit Sanzu, you'll get blood on my seats!"

Kakucho growls at the mullet haired man as he too gets into the car, leaning over the driver seat to face the pinkette.

Ran sweat drops. Yep; same shit different day.

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...and those eyes were Kakucho's.

The blackette returns his weapon to his back pocket, eyes still trained on the retreating figure. They had such a commanding and eerie presence about them and the half blind man couldn't help but draw parallels between them and a figure of his past. He couldn't help but want to know more about them and just who they were exactly. Maybe, just maybe, they would see each other in the near future.

Approaching footsteps draw his attention back towards the building. Kakucho turns to see a blood spattered Sanzu sporting a crazed grin.

"Aaaall done! Let's go, I got a couple pills o' ecstacy off the guy and 'm itchin' to take 'em."

The pinkette cheers as he opens the backseat passenger door and tosses his things inside.

"Damnit Sanzu, you'll get blood on my seats!"

The blackette growls at the mullet haired man as he too gets into the car, leaning over the driver seat to face the pinkette.

Ran laughed at the two in the background, dropping his cigarette and crushing it with his shoe before pocketing both his gun and phone.

Kakucho groans; he just replaced the seat covers...

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