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Hi I've recently started following you and love your posts 🥺 so sweet!

Anyways, could I pls request a Sunghoon x reader where he comforts them somehow bc they're stressed abt work/school?

<3 thx!

♡ ꒱ more than friends 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: best friend!Sunghoon x gender neutral!Reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

summary: seeing you panick over exams was a literal torture for your best friend, Sunghoon, who just wanted to help you feel better. Thanks to his unique way of “calming you down” he was able to do just that, along with successfully gaining himself a date with the girl he liked.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: kissing kissing and kissing, really fluffy fluff ending, mentions of having anxiety, mentions of exams and stress, usage of the word “shit”

a/n: it’s been a while since I’ve written a request so, I’m hoping you can enjoy this anonie! I got a little carried away with this and I hope it’s okay, please let me know what you think 🫶🏼

“Okay,” Sunghoon nodded, eyes focused on the paper in his hold which you stayed up preparing all night, for the oral exam you were about to take in an hour today, “let’s go over this once more.”

You sighed, closing your eyes, trying to clear your head for his questions. You were nervous, so much that Sunghoon was starting to get worried about you.

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, clumsily trying to wipe your wet palms on the fabric of your pleated skirt.

You could feel that there were no room left in your brain anymore to obtain any kind of additional information, no matter how crucial it was for the exam.

Yet there you were, forcing yourself to study when all you wanted to do was to go back to your bed and sleep for the rest of day.

“Or we can just take a break here and get some air—” Sunghoon suggested, noticing your struggle.

He wanted to help you so bad, seeing you like this was nothing other than a torture to him.

“No!” you shook your head and interrupted him with a high pitched voice that came out louder than you thought, unable to control your anxiety.

Realizing how rude you just sounded, you looked up, meeting with a pair of confused eyes.

Sunghoon seemed baffled, frozen at his seat while he was searching for an answer to give to you.

“Okay then, let’s—”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— shit!”

You pursed your lips, brushing your hands through your wavy strands that had Sunghoon secretly swooning over you.

You really were so pretty, he couldn’t deny it.

Maybe that was the reason why he hated seeing you upset so much, because it didn’t suit your gorgeous face, just like this spoken moment.

You were interrupting him, again, but although he didn’t care much, it was the last straw for you to have an emotional outbreak.

Huffing out a frustrated groan, you cupped your face with both hands, pressing at your eyes to prevent the swelled up tears from falling down — which didn’t work.

Were you crazy?

Why were you yelling at your best friend who only tried to help? And why on earth were you crying right now?

“Y/n, shhh—” Sunghoon called your name, letting it roll out from his tongue softly as he got up and walked towards you with rushed steps.

“Hey, look at me,” he tapped on your shoulder lightly, “Come on sweetheart, let me see your pretty face, hm?”

“I have a runny nose,” you sobbed, “I’m not pretty right now!” you whined, which made him giggle over how honest you were.

“I don’t care,” he murmured, grabbing your wrists gently, “let me see you.” he said, forcefully moving your fisted hands away.

“I c-can’t make this s-stop!” You choked out as you looked at him behind swollen eyes, your lips and nose shining bright red due to the rush of blood.

“Shhh, It’s alright baby, it’s alright—”

“Make it stop Sunghoon, p-please!”

Not knowing what to say, Sunghoon gulped down in worry, hesitating over doing the only thing that came to his mind.

It almost felt like he was dealing with an acute brain deficiency, which was the last thing he needed right now.

Screw it, he thought to himself as he watched you break down completely, he couldn’t bare witnessing the sight of you pouring your heart out anymore.

So with a deep breath, he took your face in between his hands and wiped away the wetness on your cheeks before pulling you towards himself, only to press his soft lips on your dry ones.

He closed his eyes and held you still as he kissed you, pushing you against the wall behind you to prevent you from running away — not that you were trying to anyways, you were too stunned to move a limb.

Despite the wacky circumstances, the kiss was fluttering for the both of you, making his heartbeat fasten as it calmed yours.

You tasted sweet, much better than his favorite candy flavor. It made him want to not stop and risk everything instead, even though it would most likely cost him your friendship.

Or so he thought.

Stealing one last peck from you, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he struggled to look into your eyes.

He felt dizzy, almost like he was unable to stand straight on his feet.

“I r-read it somewhere,” he stuttered, licking his lips, “that k-kissing could help with p-panic attacks.” he said, trying to disperse the strange mood in the room.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, so did it work?” He asked, blinking a few times expectantly. Now he was even more nervous than you, feeling his hands shake as he placed them on both sides your waist.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you pouted, crossing your arms around his neck, “it was too short for me to tell, don’t you think?” You teased, pulling him closer as you played with the small hairs on his nape.

“That so?” He whispered, fanning his hot breath against your blushed cheeks. You looked so mesmerizing, he could barely breathe in front of you.

“Mhm,”

“Then how about this?”

Just like that, you found his lips back on yours again, gently moving with a slow rhythm. Delicately, he placed a hand on your cheek and tilted your head as he hugged your waist, wanting to give you what you were asking for exactly.

A small whimper fell from your mouth as you tugged on his hair for more, which was enough for him to understand that he was on the right track.

But instead of giving you more of what you wanted, he chose to stop and tease you a little, just like you did to him.

“So?” He asked, breaking the kiss, chuckling at the redness of your face. “Was this long enough for you?”

Unable to stop your lips from curling up, you gave in and let a cute chuckle escape from your mouth.

He smiled at the way you hid your face on the crook of his neck, laughing along with you over your clumsy attempts on avoiding his flirty gaze.

“What is it, are you shy now?”

“No,” you rejected, trying to sound like you were not at all effected by what just happened, “Why would I be shy?”

“Because we just kissed, love,” he muttered right next to your ear, emphasizing on the last word, “and we did it twice.”

“You meant to say thrice?”

“Wha—”

Not letting him finish, you pushed your lips on his, once again getting the upper hand. This time you were the one cupping his cheeks and tilting his face, causing a heart attack on his poor body.

He could feel his knees give in as he leaned his weight down on you, letting you pull him as close as you wished.

“See?” you mumbled, panting for air in between kisses, “thrice.” you said, giving him a one last kith.

He nodded approvingly as he chased after your lips for more, pouting when you pushed him away, not letting him get greedy with you.

“I see,” he cleared his throat, following after you to gather his stuff from the table since it was almost the time for the exam, “then what should I do to get my fourth kiss?”

Smirking at his daring question, you threw him a sassy look, fixing his tie as you locked your eyes with his beautiful brown ones.

You seemed to gain your confidence back almost as if that anxiety attack never happened, which was a great sight to see for Sunghoon, since he felt like he could finally be of help.

“Do you really want it that badly?”

“I do actually,” he sighed, wanting to look dramatic, “very much, if I’m being honest.”

“Then take me out on a date after this, Park,” you responded, trying not to show how much his answer got you excited, “Impress me and you’ll get your kiss.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “promise.”

“Consider it done then, L/n,” he concluded, fixing your smudged lipstick with a dirty grin on his face.

Oh how sweet it was, watching your cheeks turn red because of him, he couldn’t put his joy into words.

“I hope you’re ready for the best date of your life.”

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彡 NO GARDEN CAN BLOOM WITHOUT THE SUN

☆. contains: bf!satoru gojo x gn!reader; fluff fluff fluff!!!! they're in love!!!!!! satoru is the king of acts of service!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wc: 1.5k

"c'mon, show me those chompers, baby!"

sat on the bathroom counter, you watch your boyfriend bare his fangs at you in the most adorable way. his eyes are pressed shut, his smile so wide that it's almost reaching his ears – he's showing how you should do it.

unable to contain the sleepy chuckles that bubble up your throat, satoru's eyes crack open. he's sleepy, too. but he's still here; he's still determined to make you happy, to make you feel good, to make you smile. he's determined to take care of you no matter what.

he ushers you with a laugh of his own, showing you the lump of toothpaste sitting on your new toothbrush.

(he bought you matching ones the other day. he's very proud of himself.)

(you love him.)

you can't say no to him. his free hand squeezes your waist, a sign that he's here and he's waiting. he's not being impatient, though – no, never that. he's just reassuring; skin on skin, he wants you to know he's never leaving.

to him it isn't dramatic to be thinking about his everlasting devotion while doing a menial task like this (if you can even call it that) – it's more than normal actually. he simply cannot stop; you're eating him from the inside and he's grateful.

you do as he says and clench your teeth together while pulling your lips back. you're sure you look a little silly but satoru couldn't disagree more.

"there we go! you look like a little tiger!" he leans in and brushes his nose against yours, making it scrunch up and that makes him giggle in turn. he feels giddy around you, he feels like he's in heaven.

he wets the toothbrush before bringing up to your mouth. he takes his hand from your hip and places it on your jaw instead, gently guiding your face up so he can see a little better.

bristles brush against your enamels and you peer at satoru. he looks awfully concentrated – he's cute like this. there's a small crease between his brows, his crystalline eyes glued to your canines as he watches your mouth fill with foam.

blindly, you play with the hem of his shirt; your fingers graze his marble skin and he shudders at the light touch. the fluorescent light coming from behind you illuminates his face and you waste no time in counting the freckles that adorn his skin. again. you've done it a thousand times before and you'll do it a thousand times more. they're your stars – his smile being the sun and his pretty blue eyes the equivalent of the moon in the sky. he's your guide during the day and the night, you'd be utterly lost without him.

he's your world.

satoru wipes the corner of your mouth, collecting some of the extra toothpaste that's threatening to trickle down your skin and smears it into his shirt, laughing loudly when you gasp at his antics. you smack his stomach and watch his head loll back with a dopey grin. his chest rumbles, hearty giggles bubbling up his throat. his adam's apple bobs before he lowers his head back down, his gaze meeting yours. he's so full of love, he just might burst.

"was gonna wash it anyway."

he looks proud of himself and you snort at his answer.

"yersuchachild."

the toothpaste in your mouth is making it hard to sound serious, your words coming out all muddled and slurred as you splutter at him. he doesn't care for your lecturing – his mind is filled with hearts and sparkles and rainbows and kittens and puppies and pastries and warm blankets and glitter and roses and the color pink and the color red and your eyes and everything else that could possibly be associated with the word love. he watches your mouth move and he sees flower petals falling, he watches you blink and he sees shooting stars, he watches you breathe and he feels at home.

he's your air.

you're a perfect match – you breathe him in and he makes a home inside your lungs. you keep him safe, you cradle him with your gentle hands and hide him from the cruel world. and he in turn takes care of your heart; he warms it, he tends to it like it's a garden. he waters and he weeds, he plants new seeds and he reaps what he has sowed with the softest smile in the world.

no garden can bloom without the sun.

satoru places the toothbrush in your mouth before yanking the dirty t-shirt off of his body. he raises his brows, seeking for praise. "better?"

you nod sleepily and the brush between your teeth bounces up and down, making satoru laugh again. you give him a smile and his breath hitches just a little. all foamy and pretty – he loves you so fucking much.

he goes back to his job, carefully brushing over your front teeth and then the sides. he gives your cheeks a squeeze, telling you to open up again and then he's leaning in so close that you almost choke on the paste in your mouth. a smirk tugs on his lips as he squints his eyes, glaring at your teeth like he's a proper dentist.

your fingers itch for him and you refuse to suffer when he's right there; you trace over the scars that cover his tummy, his whole body, and you hum. finally, you decide to just rest your hands on the waistband of his pyjamas – you need to be touching him, always and forever.

but the sleepiness is starting to take over; your eyes feel heavy and satoru doesn't miss your slow blinks. he speeds up his movements, whispering for you to show him your tongue. he quickly cleans it, intent on giving you his hundred percent.

when he deems that he's finally done, he takes the brush from your mouth and leans back, taking a good look at the masterpiece before him; half-asleep, mouth covered in toothpaste & content. he couldn't wish for anything else.

without giving you time to react, he lunges forward, pressing his plump lips against yours. he holds your cheeks like you're made out of glass and you grasp at his skin like he's about to fade away—

— but you won't break and he won't disappear.

seperating from him, you're met with the most bashful fucking smile in the world. his hands rest on his hips and he really couldn't be more proud of himself. frothy lips and sparkling eyes, you simply stare at him and just let the butterflies fill your stomach. there's no stopping them anyway.

"okay, c'mon, sleepyhead." satoru taps your thighs. "wash your mouth."

he comes up close again, his nose touching yours. "or do you want me to do that for you, too?"

he's a little cocky and he's a little smug and you think it's only fair; he has every right to be – you're wrapped around his finger like honey around a dipper. but alas, you plop off the counter and press yourself flush against him before turning around and facing the sink. he doesn't move, staying glued behind you like it's where he's meant to be.

(it is.)

his arms snake around your middle, patiently waiting for you to finish cleaning up. satoru sways his hips, gently, as if trying to lull you to sleep. he stares at you through the mirror, unable to tear his eyes from you. his own shirt drapes over your figure, soft skin peeking from under the collar, just waiting for him to press his lips against it. you feel like putty in his hold, like his own personal plushie and he has never been this excited to go to bed. he can't wait to sleep with you – to curl around you, to hug and kiss, to feel your heartbeat under his heavy head.

(every morning he wakes up already dreaming about spending the night with you again. you rest together, you heal together.)

you raise your head from the sink and satoru is already handing you a towel. you thank him with your eyes and dry yourself off. he rests his head on your shoulder and your fingers crawl between his messy white strands, you rub at his scalp and he closes his eyes. a purr reverberates through his body and then through yours and another smile makes it's way onto your face. it's inevitable; he just makes you so fucking happy.

hearts beating together, you stand there in your bathroom. it feels special, it is special – he always makes you feel like this, no matter where, no matter when; like a lock and a key, like a blanket and a pillow, like a piece of paper and a pen, like rain and thunder, like the ocean and the beach—

— like a ray of sunlight and a blooming flower.

+ hii my beloved satoru lovers just felt like tagging you guys bc... i felt like it<333 @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @staryukis @mossmurdock @neptuneblue @lxnarphase @nkogneatho @cockaiine @kentophilia @sugulani @13curses @blankwashed i love you

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always summer #16: foot job | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1300 words

Akutagawa was still lying face down in the bed when Atsushi returned from his early-morning run with Chuuya. He snorted in amusement but didn’t disturb him, rinsing off and emerging from the shower to discover he’d at least changed positions. Atsushi sat on Akutagawa’s side of the bed and poked him with a finger, and Rashomon stabbed through the mattress approximately a handspan to the right of Atsushi’s thigh in a clear threat display.

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“I told you not to drink the moonshine,” Atsushi said, and he could take a guess at what the noise that creaked out of Akutagawa in response meant. “Dazai-san got it from someone off the side of the road, who knows what was actually in it.”

Akutagawa raised his head just slightly. “If there is anything left in that jar, I will pour it down your throat, see how you like it then.”

Atsushi patted his shoulder. “I’ll get you some water.”

“It feels like there is a fully-grown African bull elephant crashing around behind my eyes.”

“And some painkillers.”

When he returned Akutagawa was at least sitting upright, which was a marked improvement, even if he was squinting off into the distance muzzily. Atsushi presented him the water and Akutagawa pressed the bottle to his cheek, eyes closed, before uncapping it and drinking. “Are you going to be alright?” Atsushi asked, returning to his seat on the edge of the mattress, and Akutagawa squinted at the bottle in his hands and groaned.

“The elephants are multiplying.”

“That’s what you get for leaving them alone in there. Ow.” Atsushi laughed when Akutagawa hit him with the now half-full bottle and raised it again threateningly. Atsushi rubbed his arm. “Sorry, sorry. What do you need from me?”

“Silence, preferably.” Akutagawa rubbed the bridge of his nose. “If you can manage that, at least. And…” his mouth crooked, and he pressed his lips together flatly. “No. You will make fun, and I am far from the mood to deal with it.”

Atsushi leaned back on his hand; head cocked. “I won’t laugh,” he promised.

“You will, and I won’t stand for it.” Akutagawa looked away and sighed, as Atsushi said nothing but continued to look at him. “Fine,” Akutagawa muttered. “What remains of my dignity is already in tatters, what difference does it make.” He set the water bottle in his lap and raised both of his hands, palms out, and flexed his hands.

Atsushi stared at him, uncomprehending.

“When you,” Akutagawa was clearly frustrated with having to vocalize this. “When your hands do the thing, and they—”

“Oh!” Atsushi pulled his tee shirt off over his head and at the same time transformed his arms, fur running to his shoulders, hands halfway between paw and palm. “This?” he asked, offering his hands out to Akutagawa, and without hesitation Akutagawa grabbed one of Atsushi’s proffered hands and pressed it against the side of his face, exhaling loudly, eyes closed.

Atsushi stared at him, eyes wide, as Akutagawa gently rubbed his cheek against the inside of Atsushi’s palm. “The texture is so nice,” he mumbled. “The pads are, mm, nice.” His eyes were still closed, and the expression on his face was one of bliss. Atsushi was entranced. “Don’t laugh,” Akutagawa warned; as if Atsushi had even been close to the thought.

“I’m not,” Atsushi murmured, very gently brushing Akutagawa’s hair back with his other hand. He could see the stress melting from him as he performed the action, like weight dripping from his shoulders, and the feeling bubbling in his chest grew warm. “I had no idea you liked these. I’m always so afraid I’ll hurt you…”

Akutagawa opened his eyes slowly. He tilted his head back, pulling Atsushi’s paw down his face, so he was cupping more of his jaw. “Is this…helping?” Atsushi wondered aloud, and Akutagawa hummed an enthusiastic noise, shifting on the bed and knocking the bottle over the edge of the mattress.

“Touch me more,” Akutagawa whispered hoarsely, Rashomon cascading off his shoulders, baring his skin for Atsushi, who shifted on the bed, twisting to meet him. He fell back against the pillows, Atsushi’s paws resting on his chest, and he leaned in close, kissing the warm flush that crept down Akutagawa’s neck to his collarbone. He ran his hands over Akutagawa’s chest, careful with his claws, gently pressed to the skin—until Rashomon darted out, grabbing Atsushi by the wrist and yanking, out of the blue. His hand slid off Akutagawa’s side, claws scoring shallow, red marks into his skin and Akutagawa moaned.

“Again,” he demanded, and Atsushi straddled his thighs, claws curled in toward his palms. He didn’t want to hurt Akutagawa, no matter what he wanted, it didn’t feel right to him. After a moment of listening to Akutagawa’s breaths rattle through his lungs, he unclenched his hands and rested both enormous palms against the skin just under his navel, feeling Akutagawa’s muscles jump.

“Do you want me to…?” he asked, the base of his palm rucking the waistband of the underwear Akutagawa had worn to bed. He was breathing hard too, though he’d barely exerted any effort, watching how Akutagawa was affected was really getting to him, now.

“No,” Akutagawa breathed, and Atsushi cursed everything he could think of at the moment, at least until Akutagawa arched his back and breathed, “use your feet.”

He pulled Akutagawa’s underwear off and he groaned, cock lying sticky against his skin. He was leaking a lot of fluid from the tip, Atsushi’s paws on him were apparently a huge hit. Atsushi breathed hard through his nose, he wanted to lick so, so badly; instead, he shifted his position, supporting his weight back on his hands, and pressed his foot—transformed, like his hands—against Akutagawa’s cock.

The pads that appeared along the bottom of his foot like this were warm, they slid well against the velvety-slick flesh; and without even thinking about it Atsushi shifted his foot so he was stroking with the space between his big toe and the rest. Akutagawa moaned again, shuddering under him as Atsushi pushed Akutagawa’s cock back against his belly, stroking slowly with his foot. Akutagawa pushed both of his palms into his eyes, back arching against the bed.

He was careful, and slow, with this—the claws on his feet were no joke, either, and Akutagawa was trembling all over, hands still pushed into his eyes, mouth open; Atsushi had never seen him look quite like this and it was fascinating. He was going to pieces, sweat shining on his skin, muscles tensing, trying his hardest to last as long as he possibly could; Atsushi slid his hand into his own underwear and began jerking himself off slow, in time with every drag of his foot up Akutagawa’s cock.

Akutagawa let out a choked noise, a sob edged in Atsushi’s name, and came all over his belly. Atsushi exhaled, after a moment he moved, climbing to his knees and hand wrapped fully around his own cock. He tugged his underwear down enough to free him, and jerked himself off over Akutagawa’s heaving chest.

Eventually, Akutagawa dropped his hands from his eyes. They were red-rimmed and watery, and he looked at Atsushi for a moment before his eyes darted away, flush darkening across his face. “Don’t,” he said, gruffly, and Atsushi leaned over him, hand still transformed into a paw. He turned Akutagawa’s face back toward Atsushi, delivering a kiss that Akutagawa melted into.

“Feel any better?” Atsushi asked, finally, and Akutagawa groaned, thumping his head back into the pillow. Then he frowned and considered it.

“Strangely,” he said, slowly, “yes.”

Atsushi grinned triumphantly and flopped down next to him. “Good,” he pronounced and yawned hugely. “That took a lot of out me, gonna pas’ out now,” he mumbled and tucked his face next to Akutagawa’s shoulder. He was out like a light before Akutagawa even had the wherewithal to respond.

Akutagawa sighed and patted Atsushi’s head before closing his eyes. “My weretiger,” he hummed, content; then pushed his other hand against his forehead and groaned softly. This hangover wasn’t going away anytime soon.

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I wanna smooch ingo♡

Good thing Ingo is perfect for smooches!!

I do not normally show WIPs, but have one of Ingo getting absolutely pelted with kisses haha