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I am taking part in writer's month with my friend Mimi, with us writing fics for alternating days. Find the full list here

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Day 3: Miscommunication, my beloathed by me Teen Wolf, Chris/GN!Reader/Peter

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Miscommunication, my beloathed (P.H. & C.A.)

Writer's month day 3 - Tattoo

Synopsis: Chris owns a tattoo shop, Peter runs a cafe, you’re a customer at both Tags/Warnings: Chris/GN!Reader/Peter, no y/n used, reader has tattoos, mutual pining, misunderstanding, reader keeps running away from their problems, please let someone finish their sentence reader, getting together. fluff Word Count: 2183 Find Mimi's day 2 here - Deucalion/GN!Reader, playground

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It had taken you approximately two weeks in your new home to fall a little bit in love with the local independent cafe, Peter. He was snarky, handsome, and he’d known instantly that you were new to town, which prompted him to give you tips about where in town to visit and not visit. He was sweet with you, would hold onto your favourite pastry through the morning rush so that when you came on your lunch break you’d still be able to have what you liked best. He learned your order by heart in less than two weeks, and when you began changing it up as the seasons changed, he learned how you liked that drink too.

When you asked one of the employees, a thin, pale younger man with brown hair and covered in moles where to get a tattoo you’d been considering - he seemed a sensible choice since you were fairly sure he was a local and he had tattoos himself - he suggested a place just a few streets over.

It took one appointment to fall just a little bit in love with your artist, Chris. He was an older guy, rugged, grey with wrinkles in places that showed he’d lived a life full of both stress, and happiness. His humour was dry, and his art was nothing short of incredible, exactly the style that you’d been looking for. When he heard you were a regular at the cafe, he gave you a small discount for reasons that hadn’t been explained for you, but you after some insisting, you accepted it. You paid what should’ve been the rest of the fee as a tip.

He made you laugh during appointments, and brought snacks and drinks for the both of you, apparently having learned from a certain cafe what your favourites were. His daughter worked the desk at the front of the store, and she was a brilliant young woman, about ten or twelve years younger than you. She was intelligent, working the desk part time while she did her independent work from her personal laptop between walk ins and phone calls. She clearly got her work ethic from her father, who always seemed to have something on the go, never seemed to sit down for long unless he was tattooing.

You once spent an appointment laughing and joking with Stiles, - the young man at the cafe you’d gotten the recommendation from - Chris, and another artist at the shop Isaac. The four of you were there almost all afternoon, and by the time you left to go home, your stomach hurt from laughing and your face hurt from smiling. It was one of the best days you’d had since moving to town.

You felt more than a little disheartened when you glimpsed the gold ring on a chain beneath Peter’s shirt. He was married. Through the various interactions you’d had with the man, and the ones he’d had with other people, you had been so sure that he was flirting with you. Usually you might assume that someone behaved that way with everyone, but you’d watched Peter treat other customers with flippancy and disregard. He’d treated almost only you with that flirtatious chatter and charming smiles.

It was a little too bold for you to ask the other staff about it. After all, you didn’t know them, not really and Peter was their boss. It was just a little too forward for you, a little too personal, too invasive.

There was a week after that where you took your afternoon trips to Starbucks instead, but it just wasn’t as good.

During that week, you had another appointment with Chris, just finishing up a larger piece he’d been slowly working on as and when he had time and you had funds. When he appeared with goods from the cafe, you would be lying if you’d said you weren’t excited. In fact, you’d practically moaned when you sipped the drink, which only made Chris raise a curious brow at you.

As was normal for the two of you, you laughed and joked together while he worked, and it made your heart a little lighter. Sure, you had no chance with Peter, but maybe you had a chance with Chris? After all, you’d found yourself harbouring feelings for the both of them by that point. You did wonder about Allison, whether that would be an issue for him, but she seemed mature and you got along well. Maybe the best approach was to ask for her blessing?

You left that appointment with a lot to think about.

When you returned to the cafe, head metaphorically hung with defeat, Erica and Stiles cheered behind the counter. They’d laughed with you, discussed how much better their food and drinks were than Starbucks, and when the blonde dashed away to grab your preferred pastry from the back where Boyd (her boyfriend) had just prepared a fresh batch, Stiles turned on you with raised brows. It hadn’t taken much to convince you to be honest with him, since you knew him the best of the staff and he was the only one you’d seen outside of the cafe’s four walls, and his eyes just seemed to bore into you in that moment.

You admitted that you’d been crushing on Peter a little, but hadn’t realised that he was married. For a long moment, Stiles just stared at you. “Did we really forget to tell you? Literally everyone?” He asked, mouth hanging slightly open. “Uh, yeah. I realised when I saw Peter’s ring on his chain.” “Shit. Sorry dude. Yeah, he and Chris are married, but like-” “To Chris?” “Oh. Yeah?” “I don’t think I can ever get coffee here, or get a tattoo from Chris again.” You muttered, dramatically dropping against the counter, ignoring the way humiliation clawed its way up your spine and created heat in your face. “Chris too?” “Yeah.” You whispered. When Erica returned, you pushed back up to stand and took the pastry from her. “Did we really not tell you?” “Nobody mentioned it, no.” You told her with a shrug, taking your drink from Stiles. “Don’t stop coming, cause like Peter-” and as she said his name, it was like he’d been summoned. You said a quick goodbye to the two younger employees and made a run for it, back to work to hide from these men you’d almost humiliated yourself in front of.

This time you didn’t avoid the cafe entirely, ultimately they were the best place in town to get your lunch time fix of caffeine and a snack, but you did stop lingering or eating inside. No more small talk with employees, you’d arrive, get what you were there for, and leave again, making sure to avoid Peter whenever possible. Chris was easier to avoid, considering you only saw him for tattoo appointments, and your current tattoo was done. No need to go back.

It was midweek, on what was already an unusually long, hard, and stressful day when you saw Chris and Peter sitting together at one of the tables inside the cafe, sitting opposite but their legs were intertwined beneath. They were sweet together, and you couldn’t quite ignore the idea that you’d enjoy being in that sandwich. But, you continued to the counter and spoke softly to Boyd, who’d been moved up front while Erica was sick, and did your best to go unnoticed.

As you waited for your coffee and pastry to return, you did your best to ignore the feeling of eyes on you, trying to tell yourself it was nothing, or at least just another patron that liked your outfit. Deep down, you knew exactly who it was, and you knew you were screwed when two people stepped up beside you, one on either side, boxing you in. “You have been avoiding us.” Peter said simply. Though you were boxed in between them, if you stepped back you could still leave. They weren’t keeping you there, not really, but their presence made you feel small, like you were trapped. “I’ve been busy.” You replied, and thankfully your voice sounded steadier than you felt. “That why Erica told us you got embarrassed?” Chris asked, voice light and slightly teasing. “Snitch.” You muttered, sure that she wasn’t actually sick, and that she was hiding from you, knowing this confrontation was going to happen. Boyd appeared with your drink and pastry, and gave both Peter and Chris long and firm looks. He handed over your things once he was satisfied.

“Can we ask you to spend your brief lunch period with us today?” Peter asked, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder. It didn’t grip you or hold you in place, in fact it was quite grounding which only served to frustrate you even more. You sighed. This had to be done eventually, your life had gotten more miserable since you’d stopped lingering in the cafe to chat with the staff, and you weren’t enjoying it.

You’re a grown adult. You can do this.

“Sure.” You said with a soft sigh, but you stepped away from Peter to take his hand from your shoulder. You headed for the table they’d been sat at previously, and sat on the single chair, leaving the two men to share the booth opposite, ensuring you weren’t too close to either of them. “This feels like an interview.” Chris mumbled, displeased with the observation, but powerless to change it in that moment. “What?” You asked after a moment, when neither of them spoke to begin the conversation. You didn’t want to be stuck here for longer than you needed to be, you just wanted to get back to work and pretending that you weren’t hurting. “Well, I was rather hoping you’d just.. sit and spill your heart out over the floor but I suppose on rare occasions I don’t get everything I want.” Peter said with a dramatic sigh, and previously the sentence would’ve made you laugh, but you just stared at him from the top of your takeaway cup, waiting for what came next. “Look. Erica told us. You have a thing for both of us, then found out we’re married.” “Yeah, and I’ve been maintaining appropriate distance to get over you both. What’s the problem?” “Well the problem is that ‘getting over us’ is precisely what we don’t want. Both Stiles and Erica attempted to explain this to you, but you seem to have a terrible habit of-” “What do you mean?” You asked softly, stunned, as if you’d only just managed to process the first half of his words. “As I was saying,” Peter said firmly, eyes narrowed, though Chris looked on with humour, “you have a terrible habit of not letting people finish their sentences. If you had let them speak, they would’ve explained to you that Christopher and I have been looking for a third.”

“We’ve done it before, short term things that don’t go anywhere, and honestly we’re kinda over that now. We’ve been looking for a while for something a bit more long-term but we’ve struggled finding someone that works,” Chris continued explaining when you offered no response, “finding something that we both like that’s interested in both of us, and wants both of us, is pretty rare. Then here you come.” “Stumbling into our life, entirely unaware of what you were doing to us both, and then you learned we were married and pulled away like you’d been burned, and it has been driving me insane. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks.” Peter finished, and he sat back against the back rest of the booth, arms folded like he was pouting.

You just stared.

For longer than was strictly polite.

“Well?” Peter finally prompted, growing impatient and antsy under your scrutiny. “Full of water.” You muttered. There was a long pause then which was followed by both Chris and Peter laughing. That was not what you wanted to say, nor had your given your mouth permission to say it, and yet it served perfectly to break the tension you’d accidentally created. “You don’t have to answer us now, love. You can think on it and get back to us.. whenever really.” Chris offered, fingers twitching. He was desperate to reach out for you, but he knew he couldn’t. “I mean. A date. A date might help me.. decide.” You mumbled, looking down at your coffee, as if it’d help take away the nervous embarrassment swirling in your stomach. Peter’s chuckle prompted you to look up, like cold water had been splashed over you for just a moment you were sure this was some sort of elaborate joke. Then Chris hit him in the chest and reached out to gently take your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot. We’d love to take you on a date, love. Somewhere classy, and we can get to know each other properly.” “I’d like that.” You agreed, slightly breathless. Peter startled you when he draped himself over your back from behind. “So would we.”

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Featuring: Toji, Gojo, Nanami, Choso

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So much (K.N.)

Synopsis: Brain demanded subby Nanami Tags/Warnings: Nanami/GN!Reader, smut, sub!Nanami, overstimulation, begging, praise, aftercare, comfort,  Word Count: 756

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“Ah! P-please..” Nanami whimpered, eyelashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his eyes on you, your tongue sliding torturously slow around his cock. Your soft chuckle sent vibrations through him and made him shudder, his dick twitching aggressively, pre continuing to leak from the tip in a steady stream. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You asked, adjusting your position to kiss down one thigh, then up the other, each movement perfectly measured and planned, the way he usually was. You did nothing quicker than you planned on, deliberately taking longer than necessary just so you could enjoy feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he restrained himself, just so he could be good for you. “Fuck- please love. Can’t.. Take anymore.” He panted, fists clenching and unclenching in the sheets bunched and ruined beneath him, arms just barely managing to continue propping up as they trembled, desperate to give out. But Nanami had been told to keep his eyes on you, and so he would. “You’re doing so well for me, Kento. Just a little longer.” You assured him, a soothing hand rubbing over his thigh. You gave him a brief pause, just so he could settle a little and centre himself.

“Colour, sweetheart?” You asked, just to be sure he was still okay. Generally you were good at knowing when you needed to stop, but there was no such thing as being too sure. “Green- so green love.” He assured you, hips bucking just a little, the movement so small it was like it had happened against his will. “Good boy.” You whispered against the head of his cock before diving back in, taking him instantly down to the base to resume your torture.

There was something so special about being able to be intimate like this, taking your muscled, proper, powerful sorcerer boyfriend apart until he was shuddering and begging, laid bare for you to see in his entirety, like you could see into his very soul. All you found there was a profound need to be adored, and that was what you planned to do for the rest of your lives.

A single hand trailed up his body until you found his chest, pointer finger and thumb toying with his nipple while you continued sucking his cock slowly, working the head with your tongue, the way you’d learned that he loved, just to make it that little bit harder for him to hold back.

When Nanami whined, fisting the sheets again, elbows finally giving out so he could fall backward and arch his back, digging himself into the mattress, you knew it was time. You changed instantly from the slow movements of your head, the dangerous dragging of your tongue, to take his entire length with each movement of your head, tongue swirling around him to stroke over each vein, fondling his balls with your free hand.

One, two, three, four movements of your head, and he was filling your mouth with a moan so loud it may as well have been yelled. He was trembling when you pulled off, his cum swallowed without a second of hesitation. You stood from where you’d been knelt at the end of the bed and stretched out to rid yourself of the tenseness in your body, then crawled up the bed to sit beside your lover. “You did so well, Kento.” You softly praised, gently lifting his head into your lap so you could play with his hair. He said nothing, but you didn’t expect him to, just allowing him to catch his breath and enjoy the soothing scalp massage you gave him.

Eventually, he softly grunted and shifted to cuddle in closer, face pressed against your stomach. “Need a drink?” You asked, gently nudging him to look up at you. “No. Just need you love.” He replied, and you nodded. The two of you slowly dragged yourselves up to the pillows at the top of the bed and lay down together, Kento’s head resting against your chest, where he found the comfort he wanted after something so intense. He listened to your steady heartbeat, thudding against his ear, and he knew he was safe. He was home.

“So where is it you need to go later did you say?” You asked after a few minutes of silence, continuing to card your fingers through his hair. “Shibuya. But it shouldn’t take long. I’ll be back for dinner.” He replied, words slow, like he was half asleep. You suspected he was. “I’ll make your favourite then.”

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Love, Cook (V.S.)

Synopsis: Sanji knows that today is special, so he’s made something just for you Tags/Warnings: Sanji/F!Reader, no y/n used, fluff, pre-relationship, cooking is Sanji’s love language, unspecified special occasion Word Count: 694 Notes: A short birthday gift for @auxiliarydetective

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Sanji was acting strangely. More strangely than usual, that is, which is to say very unusual. You asked Robin about it, and then Nami, but they simply shrugged - they hadn’t denied what you were seeing, which did make you feel vindicated, but they mcuh like you had no idea what exactly it was that he was doing or what was wrong with him this time.

You were temporarily distracted from your detective mission when Ussop called you over to help him with something, and you were happy to oblige. That took up most of your afternoon, and so by the time you finished helping him out and returned to the girls, Sanji was mostly forgotten. You collapsed down heavily into one of the deck chairs, and the girls laughed, Nami passed you a drink while Robin passed you a book, and the three of you fell into familiar routine, simply sitting on the deck together and enjoying the sunshine.

Dinner rolled around, framed by the sound of Luffy’s complaining and Sanji’s yelling. It wasn’t until you reached the kitchen door that you discovered why. He wasn’t letting anyone in, not even Nami and Robin. He lit up when he saw you, and held out his hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you did.

“My dear, just who I’ve been waiting for. You need to go in first.” He said, then pushed open the door to the kitchen to allow you in, then followed closely behind. Other crew members crowded around the door, complaining about Sanji and each other, all attempting to get in or at least get a view of what was happening. “What’s all this?” You asked when you eyes fell on the table. It was covered in your favourites, from things you sought out on every island to foods you’d mentioned just once in passing. It looked like heaven, and it smelled like home. “I know today is special, so I wanted to honour you in the best way I know how.” Sanji said with a shrug that was too tense to be casual. Like this meant something.

You looked at Sanji for a long moment, unable to find the words to express your gratitude, and admiration. He was nervous, you could see it in the way his hands kept clenching and unclenching, not entirely hidden in the pockets of his trousers, and the way he shuffled from leaning more heavily on one leg, to the other. “Thank you, Sanji. This, I don’t even have the words really. This is really special.” You whispered, turning from him, to the food, then back at the cook once again. He beamed with pride as you looked at him, and a rush of warm, affectionate feelings flooded through you.

The moment was broken by Luffy yelling about meat, and Sanji’s temper flared. He kicked Luffy back out of the kitchen door to stop him from eating everything before you could so much as get a plate. To maintain the safety of everyone on board, you quickly grabbed a little bit of everything onto a plate, and then gave the go ahead for Luffy to create a mess.

As you watched everyone else tuck into the meal, you stood at the side of the room instead, leaning up against the counter to enjoy your plate in some semblance of privacy, the nostalgia for some of your home island favourites and warm gooey feelings about Sanji fighting to be more prominent in your chest. He stepped up beside you once he was sure everyone was satisfied, the ease disappearing from his movements between serving others, and standing beside you. “You really like it?” He asked softly. “I love it. Seriously. Thank you so much, Sanji.” You replied. A single beat passed before you made the impulsive decision to lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. His face warmed and changed colour near immediately, blood starting to drip from his nose. “Of course, mon coeur.” He muttered, dazed. You decided it was best to leave him to process that, so joined the rest of the crew at the table to share in his special gift together.

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Anniversary Prank (P. & S.)

Writer's month day 1 - restaurant

Synopsis: It's your anniversary, and your boyfriends were left to plan it Tags/Warnings: Shachi/GN!Reader/Penguin, modern AU, fluff, established relationship, date goes a little wrong, but everyone laughs about it Word Count: 1222

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You had mentioned months ago about the new restaurant you wanted to try, knowing that your anniversary was coming up. The boys aren't stupid, they knew well enough that it was a hint, and that you were indirectly asking to go there for a meal as an anniversary date. They noted it down in their shared calendar, planned everything, even bought you a special outfit for the occasion, knowing that the place was a little fancier than the sort of places you frequented.

And they completely forgot to make a reservation. Not their finest moments.

"You know we love you right?" Shachi asked, hanging off one of your arms.

"We didn't forget on purpose." Penguin assured, hanging off the other. You laughed, because the entire situation was so uniquely them that you couldn't do anything else. They'd even bought you new shoes, and gone to the trouble of hiding the entire plan for you for months just so you could be surprised. It wasn't that they didn't care, they showed that through their actions, but they are.. stupid. Unfortunately for you, that is exactly your type.

You leaned over to press a kiss to each of their foreheads, then reached out to grab the outfit they'd picked out for you despite the original plan being ruined.

"I have an idea. Go get ready, same thing you would've worn if things were going to plan." You told them with a little smirk that made the two men look at each other with some mild concern, before shrugging. They could trust you - whether they were trusting that you'd make a fool of them both was another question.

When they emerged, Penguin had to reach out to manually close Shachi's jaw, though both of them were stunned by just how amazing you looked.

"We should dress you more often." Penguin commented, and you rolled your eyes. You couldn't deny that they'd done an amazing job, but if you let them design your entire closet you were fairly sure it would be empty. Followed by some sort of joke about 100% off the price. Yet, you loved them anyway, perhaps because of it.

"If at any point you want to put your tongues back in your mouths, we have somewhere to be." You said, quickly pushing your phone into your pocket, uber already on its way.

"We'll follow you." Shachi confirmed. Stepping up beside you to link his arm with one of yours, then Penguin followed suit. One of the benefits of dating best friends was that they understood each other in a way many people would never understand someone else, and so they did things in sync, perfectly matched, which meant double of the amazing treatment you got. You were incredibly lucky to have them, and you knew it.

That didn't stop you from wanting to embarrass them just a little. So, when the uber pulled up outside of a McDonald's, Shachi had been about to ask the driver if he'd gotten the address wrong when you thanked the man instead and got out. They both followed you without question of course, then watched as the uber drove away.

"Are we walking the rest of the way?" Penguin asked.

"No. We're having fancy McDonald's." You said with a shrug. There was a brief pause before you decided to head inside, whether or not they'd fully processed what was happening. You stepped up to one of the ordering machines, and began to order what you wanted. The boys followed you a short while later, and added their own food to the order, with Shachi tapping his card before anyone else had a chance to do so.

You'd opted to pick up the food from the counter rather than get table service, sending Shachi and Penguin up the stairs to find a table. Mostly so you could make everything just that little bit more silly. When one of the staff asked about your formal dress, you explained the situation to her, and your plan, at which point she winked and simply said 'leave it to me'. So you did.

A few minutes later, she returned with your tray of food, except everything looked just a little neater than usual, like more care was taken to ensure it looked like the promotional photographs. From your small backpack you pulled paper plates and plastic utensils, and between the two of you the tray was set to look like three more sit down restaurant style meals, rather than cheap fast food. You laughed together, taking a long moment to compose yourself. Then, the woman took your plastic glasses you'd brought from home to fill with your drinks of choice. When everything was ready, you thanked her profusely and gave her a small cash tip before heading up the stairs to find your lovers.

You saw them before they saw you, and you found yourself incredibly glad the staff member had suggested propping your phone up on the tray to film their reactions. They looked so handsome in their suits, you just wanted to devour them. You made a mental note to ask about that after dinner.

When they did finally see you, they once again were rendered speechless, mouths hanging open to stare at the entire set up.

"What- what have you done?" Penguin asked, already starting to break down in laughter.

"Are those real cups?" Shachi questioned, pushing himself up over the table to get closer, before promptly leaning just a little too far and falling back down into his chair, just narrowly avoiding hitting his head.

"Well, we were supposed to have a nice meal, so I made this into one." You said casually, as if there was nothing unusual about what you'd done. Like you did this every day.

"It looks so good what did you do to it?" asked Penguin, leaning in to inspect his burger as if it was some sort of alien object.

“One of the staff members asked what was happening, so I explained everything, and she helped me out. Made sure everything looked real nice.” You told them, rounding the table to sit down at the third of four seats around a square table.

“You are insane.”

“And we love you for it.” The three of you laughed together as you carefully shuffled over full paper plates from the tray to the table, not needing to talk to enjoy your time together. You did, however, talk extensively over dinner anyway. You didn’t need to talk, but all of you enjoyed it quite significantly. All three of you drove Law insane with all your talking.

“Happy anniversary, boys.” You said as the three of you began the walk home, eager to walk off just how full you felt after each having an ice cream for dessert.

“Happy anniversary babe.” Shachi replied with a grin, leaning in to gently bump your head with his as a sign of affection.

“Happy anniversary, lover.” Penguin then said, reaching out to pluck a hair from your shoulder, which he promptly attempted to leave on Shachi instead.

“How do we feel about another course at home?” You asked with a small smirk, and when they turned hungry eyes on you, you took off running, laughing loudly as they chased after you, eager to catch you and get home.

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A masterlist for all the fics written for my 200 followers event

✅ Your Love, For Me Hongo/F!Reader

✅ Nobody Like You Zoro/F!Reader

✅ Feel Bad? Nah Benn/GN!Reader

✅ I need My doctor Law/Mila

✅ See Me Crocodile/GN!Reader

✅ Save Me Law/GN!Reader

✅ I'm The Girl You'd Die For Hina/GN!Reader

✅ Whatever It Takes Dragon/GN!Reader

✅ Captain Trouble Kid/GN!Reader

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Peter Masterlist

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✍️🔞 Be My First Peter P/F!Reader