Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

toilet bound hanako-kun

one-shot of hanako comforting you!

a/n: i am- so stupid—

tw/cw: depression, breakdowns, crying, reader with really bad mental health

Today was one of your off days, and Hanako was well aware of it.

It was the way you walked into the bathroom with heavy, yet shaky, steps. It was the way you lazily closed the door behind you. It was the way you seemed to stumble over your own feet simply because you didn't have the energy to pick them up. It was the way you went straight to cleaning the bathroom with no funny remarks. It was the way you hadn't even called out for Hanako. It was the way you kept your head down through it all.

There was a particular way that you acted when you were out of serotonin battery, and it was more apparent than ever.

If Hanako was being honest, he truly hadn't expected this many episodes from you when you’d first summoned him and told him your wish. He hadn't expected you to be so anxious, so depressed. It helped Hanako come to the conclusion that that night you confessed your wishes to him was truly, truly from the deepest part of you. You were struggling, you really were. Your will to live was quite literally non-existent and your smile never reached your eyes. It was like there was only so much of you left, and Hanako couldn't let it die out.

He just couldn't.

Hanako floated over to you, a gentle hand on your shoulder to assess your boundaries. Sometimes, you didn't want to be touched, but other times all you wanted was physical contact. You made no steps to move away from him, so he took this as an a-okay to get touchy-feely with you.

He spun you around gently, removing the broom from your shaky hands. After placing it back in its original spot, Hanako grabbed your face with both of his hands and lifted it to meet his eyes. Your face was blank, yet held a heavy amount of emotion he just couldn't place. Your eyes told him everything and nothing at the same time, and it just went to show how far gone you were today.

A frown creased his face unconsciously at seeing you in this state. In all honesty, he had seen a breakdown coming after noticing a steady decline in your usual slightly energetic behavior. It takes a lot to pick you apart, and your signs are almost non existent. . . but sometimes he does notice. And those moments are so crucial to him, as it allows him to get a feel of the words you just don't let yourself say.

Focusing back on your face smushed gently between his large palms, he mumbled to you in the sweetest way he could, "What happened, honey bee?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, your eyebrows creased as water quickly began to both form and pour out of your eyes. Your lower lip wobbled and your mouth attempted to speak out words, but instead, a sob interrupted whatever was going to be said. However, you still continued to try and blubber out words as you clawed on Hanako's sleeves looking for comfort.

Hanako did not disappoint, and immediately swung his arms around you, making sure to hold you securely to give you that sense of security. That feeling that you're not alone in this moment.

He felt you begin to crumble to the floor, and he gently kept you up and floated down onto the floor. Once his knees and yours finally touched the rickety wood of the old school bathroom, he took advantage of your position and pushed you into the crook of his neck as he held you closely.

While he would you to his chest, he needed you to be able to breathe without any restrictions seeing as your sobs were racking you so hard to the point where your breathing was uneven and stuttering.

Quietly, he took his hat off and placed it on top of your head. Hanako began to rub his hand up and down your back as you continued to shake and sob in his arms. He murmured reassurances to you, even if you couldn't really hear him. Once he started to hear you blubber out apologies for breaking down so abruptly, he let you get the words out before shutting those thoughts down.

"There's no reason to say sorry, (Name), I'm supposed to be here for you." He surprised himself a bit with his next sentence, "I want to be here for you."

Most of the time, Hanako simply blamed all his protectiveness and attentiveness to you on the contract. His excitement to see you? Some sort of side effect. Loving any little activities you do together? He was just bored. Feeling touched when you started to open up to him? Just glad you were finally conforming with the contract agreements. Helping him through any tough times or uninvited emotions? You were just. . . well he didn't know, but he would blame it on the contract!!!

Even so, it was so clear it wasn't the contract's fault. A half-assed excuse so Hanako wouldn't have to admit that he was growing attached to you too fast.

But he was. He truly was, and even for the months you had known each other, he didn't want to let you leave him alone again. As you seeked him out for comfort, he seeked you out. He got lonely and kept thinking of you? He bothers you in class! Follows you throughout the entire day.

Amane just didn't realize that you were making him. . . happier.

Even in moments like these where it breaks his heart to see, so raw, just how broken you truly are, he finds himself a little happy. Happy that you've finally begun to admit your sad or upset, finally begun to cry without restraint, finally begun to accept affection. . . He was really happy that you trusted him this much. It held a lot of meaning to him, and he would never break your trust.

"Hey, honey bee, focus on me, hm?" Hanako pulled you back from him, hands still resting on your waist, keeping you grounded. You looked at him, still hiccuping and sniffling with snot and tears covering your face.

He lifted on of his hands off your waist to wipe the liquids on his sleeve and clear up your puffy face.

Hanako returned his hand and continued to direct you, "We're going to do some breathing exercises, okay? I want you to breathe with me."

Although Hanako can be a little shit with his teasing and inability to seem to take things seriously, when it really came down to it, he was there for his friends when they needed him. And right now, he's here for you. If he was being one hundred percent honest, he saw himself before he died in you. He truly empathizes with you, and refuses to let anything happen to you.

"Okay. In," Hanako took in a deep breath through his nose, waiting for you to mimic his action before continuing, "and out." You copied him by exhaling through your mouth. Your breaths were still shaky, and your hiccups had only dialed down by a little, but that only encouraged Hanako more to return you to a calm state.

Hanako repeatedly practiced the breathing technique with you until you had finally fully calmed down. You were reduced to only the occasional sniffle or whimper, but your breathing was finally stable and that's what Hanako was aiming for.

To get your attention, Hanako lifted the hood of his cap up to reveal your face as he asked, "Do you want to talk about it now or later?" You were able to muster up a meek "later" but Hanako understood you all the same.

"Alright, if you change your mind, I'll listen." He gave you a warm smile, that same warm smile that he flashed you a million times, yet hit you all the same. You just pushed yourself back into him, fists balled up on his sleeves, clutching the fabric.

His arms automatically returned to their spot around you, and his hand resumed it's rubbing motion upon your back.

"Th—Thank you, Hanako. . . for helping m-me." Your voice was still strained from crying, and your words showed your vulnerability. Yet, Hanako was still surprised.

Fixing his composure, he reassured you with earnest that, "You don't have to thank me, (Name). I'd do anything for you."

And, for the first time, Amane really came to terms with it. He really would do anything for you.

end

a/n: in (s)pain, oh and there’s already a bit of a story behind there— i think i’ll post what reader’s wish was and their first meeting

thanks for reading!

nicknames, sukuna

a/n: short soft sukuna drabble cause he makes me go crazy. ignore any translation mistakes, i used google translate 😭 content: sukuna speaking in japanese. fluff, nsfw (oral - fem!recieving) wc: 582

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"sukuna," you call him as he's seated beside you watching a random season of survivor. he hums in reply. "you're my cutie pie".

you cheese at him when he turns his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowing. "i'm your what?" you don't miss the slight blush that creeps up on his face. "my cutie pie," you say moving closer to make yourself comfortable in his lap. "my sugar plum," he raises an eyebrow at you.

the ends of his mouth slighlty tugging upwards. "my cupcake" you kiss him on the cheek "my cotton candy," your hands in his hair as you kiss his forehead. unable to hold it in any longer, he smiles. "my suki wookie," you look into his eyes and smile squishing his face. he lets out a quiet chuckle.

he flops you on the mattress as he pries your legs open and makes himself comfortable on top of you. trails kisses down your body as he whispers sweet words in japanese into your skin like a secret. "恋人 — koibito (lover) " a quick peck on your lips. "天使 — tenshi (angel)" a kiss at the space between your ear and neck. "私の心の光 — watashi no kokoro no hikari (light of my heart)" his lips move over your chest.

you wish you could understand what he was saying. you only knew the basics so you could figure out he said "my". my what, you wondered. "what does that mean?" you ask quietly. he looks up at you, the look in his eyes soft and loving "my brat". he jokes his head falling down to your chest as he laughs. "sukunaaa" you laugh.

he continues leaving feather light kisses over your body. now moving over your hips "私の桜 — watashi no sakura". you gasp as you translate it in your head. "your cherry blossoms?" you chirp. caught, his cheeks turn a shade darker. "can i, か甘いい女の子 — ka ama ī on'nanoko" that you knew. he always called you that. sweet girl. his sweet girl. you nod.

he kisses over your panties. you whimper. a slight sheen of wetness coating you as he pulls off your panties. "キャンディーのように甘い — kyandī no yō ni amai (sweet like candy) " he whispers to himself.

he kisses your clit once, twice, until your hand scratches at his scalp. "please," you whine. "hmm, be patient, 恋人の女の子 — koibito no on'nanoko (lover girl), haven't eaten all day". his tongue pokes out and he lickes a stripe from your opening to your clit. his lips wrapping around your clit as he moans in satisfaction at your taste. his finger moves down to your opening as his mouth over your clit brings you pleasure. his finger moves in and out of you at a teasing pace, fast and then slow.

your legs tighten around his head, limiting his oxygen intake but he doesn't make any move to pry them away. instead his tongue on your clit moves at a feverish pace. you soon cum with a cry of his name. mewling and moaning. he pulls away.

happiest man on earth. he thinks that whenever he's with you. "愛してます — aishitemasu (i love you)", he says softly, expecting no reply. you've watched enough romantic japanese movies to know what he meant, so you reply back "私も愛しているよ, すくな — watashi mo itoshite iru yo, sukuna (i love you too, sukuna)". and his mouth drops. giddy at your confession he takes away your breath as he kisses his love into you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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tired-multifandom-mess

1 year ago

Prompt 8: Toji being your personal slut

What would you do if you had gambling debt up to your head and fifteen years of child support? Easy, you become a wealthy woman's sex toy. Basically free sex and good paid was all Toji thinking about when he agreed to be your personal escape. That husband of yours had a young gal he keeps to the side, so why shouldn't you has some fun outside of the bedroom as well.

You thought it would takes forever to finds a decent gentleman that could makes you turn your head. It didn't take long to finds someone to take your head. He wasn't clean nor a gentleman at all. He was a filthy, shameless brute that got kicked out of your casino. You must had went insane for not calling the cops of the guy who brought a talking worm to the casino, yet you dragged him to the nearest hotel you could find.

The man you bought to the hotel name was Toji Fushiguro. He was nothing like your husband, and you loved ever bit of it. Your husband was a two pump chump. Toji was a jack rabbit. You nearly fell asleep from having such an intense organism from his rough deep thrust. He was lot bigger and thicker than your husband. It was no suprise when he had to hold your waist in place when he was knocking the wind out of you.

When he got done making you a dumb cumslut, you asked your lawyer to draw a contract up to make Toji your personal slut. He get a free housing in your summer house and money to erase all his debt. You get to be fuck dumb. If anyone asked him how he feels about being a slut, he would smile and say, " Being a slut is the most perfect job for me."

Chachachiao made this super wonderful fanart. I would bite this man.

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tired-multifandom-mess

3 years ago

hiii, if it's not too much, i'd like something soft! MC making some flower crowns with Cheka, answering any questions the little cub has about their uncle's partner & giving Leona the crowns???

Gotcha! Quick note, I didn’t notice my ask inbox wasn’t on so NOW requests are open! Lol, sorry if anyone tried to send asks before and it didn’t work!

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Flower Crowns for a King

Feat. Leona Kingscholar and Cheka

Cheka has lots of questions about his uncles new friend! Why not discuss over flower crowns?

They/Them pronouns for reader. MC is referred to as Yuu.

Likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated

Hiii, If It's Not Too Much, I'd Like Something Soft! MC Making Some Flower Crowns With Cheka, Answering

The annoying cub was visiting this weekend. Rather than give up his free time to deal with him, Leona passed on the job to Yuu. The herbivore played with Cheka in the botanical garden while he lounged in his usual nap spot.

Not too long ago, Cheka had bounded over to Yuu with his tiny arms full of flowers, excitedly asking if they knew how to make flower crowns. Now they were sitting close by as they made the crowns. Leona dozed through most of the conversation until he heard his name pop up.

“Unca Leona says you’re a profe—profeshi…” Cheka pouts as he sounds out the word to himself, “p-professional chef? Is that true? You must cook loads of yummy foods!”

“Professional is a stretch. I just enjoy cooking. I did it a lot back home for my family.” Yuu says.

“Oooh! What was your home like?”

“Definitely not as interesting as this place. We don’t have cute little beast boys like you running around!”

Yuu pet Cheka’s head, getting a laugh from the cub. Leona leaned on his hand as he gazed at them, eyes focusing intently on the way Yuu’s fingers moved as he tied chamomiles into a crown. Such small, gentle hands…

“Life back home was kind of boring actually.” They were saying. “I was always so busy taking care of my younger siblings that I never had time to do nice things like this. I didn’t even have any friends.”

A small grunt left Leona’s throat. He wasn’t aware of that fact, not that he ever asked.

“Cheka is your friend now! And Unca Leona is too and you two will get married someday, huh?”

Leona’s ears popped up at that. As Yuu burst out in laughter, he got up and marched over to snatch Cheka up in the air. The cub giggled at that, his little tail swishing around.

“Alright, enough outta you. I gotta take you back to your dad soon.”

“Here, Unca Leona!” Cheka reached up and put his messily made flower crown on the lion’s head. “I made it for you! I chose lotsa pretty colors! Do you like it?”

Leona huffed, blowing a petal out his face. “Sure…”

He glanced up at Yuu as Cheka cheered. They simply smiled and shrugged before placing their own flower crown on Cheka’s head. The cub looked up with stars in his eyes before frowning.

“Yuu Yuu didn’t get a crown though… I can make another one!”

“I’m not waiting around for that.” Leona held Cheka under one arm, the boy giggling hysterically, and bent down to pluck a large yellow flower from its bed. He then placed it in Yuu’s hair. He smirked at the blush that appeared on his herbivore’s face, tilting their chin up with two finger.

“There. You’re royalty too now.”

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tired-multifandom-mess

3 years ago

Why do I always fall in love with people who are already taken. It hurts. What makes it worse is that they are the flirty friend ;-;

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tired-multifandom-mess

1 year ago

Imagine Furina is being such a brat so you had to call your good friend Arlecchino(with a real cock) to teach her a lesson by fucking her and breeding her from behind with no mercy as Furina begs for your forgiveness,while your just there smiling as watching Furina crumble under your dear best friend

punishments-Arlecchino x Reader x Furina

Qingque’s notes: oml yes >:D also, that’s so hot wtf. And am I listening to the lost soul down while writing? Yes. Gn reader btw. In the end, it can be assumed as a strap or a cock

warnings: furina being called a whore/slut/brat, threesome, mentions of overstimulation

Furina would be so so so embarrassed :0 imagine being fucked by your biggest enemy…but it feels so good with you watching her fuck with another woman.so maybe she’s justify it..

“Mhm-ah! [n-name]~ p-please-ah, ah, ah! T-too much! Kya! Sl-slow down…please-ngh!” Furina moaned, tears starting to from in her eyes, reaching behind to try grasp Arlecchino’s wrist to get her to slow down. But alas, Arlecchino pushed her down the floor to fuck her even harder and deeper :((

you chuckled as you watch your beloved being utterly ruined by your dearest friend’s cock. It was a pathetic sight. The hydro archon being used like a fucktoy by one of the eleven Fatui Harbingers. If this got out..then Fontaine would be in a uproar…

“Have you learnt your lesson yet, brat?” You snickered, grabbing a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up. “Mhm! Ah! S-sorry-I’m so-agh! S-sorry-mhmm..u-ugh!” Furina apologised over and over, in an attempt to make her stop. “Arle…” you started, sitting back down your chair. “Yes?” She replied. Archons, she didn’t even look tired…only small beads of sweat formed at her face.

“Use her more. Then maybe…that slut will learn to stop bothering me.” You instructed, crossing your legs. “N-no more..pl-please..a-ah, ah, ah, ah! C-cumming-gonna-c-cum…hnng! Slow-no-feels..too-good!” Furina screamed as she came for the nth time, eyes rolling back. “Hm..she never reacted like that when I was fucking her before..” you sighed in dismay.

“You're such a whore, Furina..getting off my best friend’s dick? Arle..you can take a break..”

Nodding, Arlecchino pulled off and you two switched places.

“I’ll be the one fucking her until she passes out now…so don’t faint too quickly okay? mon cher?” You whispered the last part before taking off your attire.

furina gulped when she heard it.

this was going to be a long day…

Not this being my first smut fic >:D

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tired-multifandom-mess

3 years ago

[id: a light pink userbox with a pastel pink border, and pastel pink text that reads “this user has a crush on one of their comfort people and has no idea how to tell them”. on the left is an image of a pastel pink heart emoji. /end id]

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tired-multifandom-mess

6 months ago

me for the past week and i'm so fucking maddd

STOP👏TAGGING👏XREADER👏IF👏YOU👏USE👏AN👏OC👏NOBODY👏 FUCKING👏ASKED👏FOR👏THAT👏OKAY???

The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.

IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!

There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.

I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.

SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?

Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.

And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...

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