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Welcome to Mothy's multifandom fanfic blog! I write mainly for buff men and assholes so if thats your flavor, come on in. :3 18+ only please! :D

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Hello everyone! ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡

My name is Moth! I write horrific fan fiction for fun. :) My works will only ever be posted here or on AO3 where my name is Mothwingwritings! <3

I solely write reader insert fanfics for a multitude of series/fandoms, most notably Baki the Grappler, Boyfriend to Death, Jojos Bizarre Adventure, and Tokyo Revengers. Those are not the only series I write for however, and honestly this blog will be a bit of a mess with all the random and varying fandom fics I post, so I apologize for that. ^^;

You can find a my masterlist HERE!

Mainly I create one shots, but I don’t know how to shut up so series and/or continuations are pretty much always on the menu.

You can honestly send me any requests you want, but please be mindful that I am the slowest human being known to mankind and it is not an exaggeration to say it may take months, possibly years, to get to it (if I get to it at all). If I don’t respond to you or it takes me forever it’s not you, it’s my personal failings as a human being. Thank you for understanding, I love you all and treasure every message and request I get, even if I don’t end up responding. <3

This blog will always be considered 18+, though not every fic will fall in that category. I am a person who loves fluff and romance as much as darker themed stories, so expect a mix of the two. :D I will always note if a story is dark/yandere in the warnings that precede the story.

Warnings and junk under the cut.

This blog WILL contain: Yandere, noncon, dubcon, abuse, stepcest, incest, violence, drug use, age gaps (but never with minors), death, torture, kidnapping, monster love (✧≖ ͜ʖ≖), self-harm and other angsty/dark scenarios.

This blog WILL NOT contain: Pedophilia or any kind of sex scene with anyone under the age of 18 or bestiality.

I will always do my best to tag any triggers that may be in the story. Again, this is an 18+ blog, so minors please dni.

As mentioned above, I am pretty shit at updating at regular intervals, so this blog will not always be checked regularly and there will be long gaps of time where I may not be able to post anything. So for any part two’s or ongoing series, I apologize in advance.  (ಥ﹏ಥ) 

That all being said thank you for being here!!! I hope you enjoy what I have to write and I am very thankful that you took the time to stop by!!! I appreciate you more than you know. (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . !!

[mothwingwritings]

How WE will be taking a stance in tekken

Just, you know, casually showing off your flexibility to your opponent Yujiro before the battle begins. As a show of dominance, of course. (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿)

[mothwingwritings]

HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THIS???

[mothwingwritings]

I just wanted to say that i’ve been a big fan of you and your writing for a long time, way back when you first wrote in the dead of night and the whole series itself. It was my first time ever reading a fanfic about yujiro, let alone a dark one and i enjoyed it so much. I just want to express my appreciation to you. Hope you have a nice day💐

Me @ U

Thank you for your kind words and for reading and finding enjoyment my silly little stories. Pardon the sappiness, but it really means a lot when you guys not only read my stuff but like it, give it kudos, comment on it, reblog it, send me messages about it, etc. I read and appreciate every comment and request I receive and they always fill me with indescribable joy. I know I have slowed down with my posts and I can be absolute ass at responding to messages and requests, but know that I appreciate and love you and plan on awarding you with as much Hanma family debauchery as I can in the future. <3

[mothwingwritings]

HELLO DEAR AUTHOR

OH MY GOD Outlier was literally amazing ??? The whole context is so interesting I can't help but want more, like, i NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER, THIS IS SO INTERESTING WHAT do you think you could ever do a following story or one-shot??

Ty for your kind words darling!!! IDK that I will ever make a full fic of it, but this is how I envision the next following hours go for you:

After your dramatic exit you realize a little too late you didn’t grab your purse/wallet on the way out, nor do you have your phone on you. This severely limits where you can go and what you can do, ultimately screwing you over quite a bit.

You decide its best to spend the rest of the day in free public areas, like a park or maybe the library. Someplace mellow but not isolated where you can blend in with the crowd and try and cool your head a bit.

And that works for a while, it’s nice to be away from sources of agitation and feel like a normal human for a bit. Your heart still hurts, but people-watching is a pleasant reminder that not everyone is like your family. There are normal people out there living day to day lives that have no inkling of who the Hanmas even are, let alone care. They are far removed from all the bullshit you are subjugated to on a daily basis and they are all the better for it. It might just be a pipe dream, but you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe someday you’ll be lucky enough to be among their ranks, blissfully unaware of the monsters that live in their city.

The hours tick by quickly, day melts into night. The library is now closed and people are leaving the park in droves, heading back to the comfort of their own homes. With your safety bubble popped you are now facing a conundrum-where to go from here?

You’re too nervous to go to an unrelated friend or acquaintances house-the last thing you need is to put someone else you care about at risk or drag them into the drama. If you are close friends/lovers with someone who is already in the fold (Katsumi, Retsu, Hanayama, etc) going to their place is always an option, but that poses its own problems. Your brothers (particularly Baki) have been friends/rivals/opponents of those men longer than you have known them, and as such, there is an unspoken code between said men involving you that make things complicated. There isn’t a guarantee that they won’t just reach out to Baki or Jack to let them know you are with them, and the thought of putting them awkwardly in the middle of all this is something you would really rather avoid.

As it gets darker and darker you grow antsier. You begin to meander, maybe duck into a few late night corner stores to look around for a bit or hang out around the train station, waiting with the last passengers of the night. Trying your best to blend in while still being in the public eye.

But finally it gets to point where it’s late late and you are the only soul around. The vulnerability leaves you feeling deeply uncomfortable, so you ultimately end up biting the bullet and start to head home.

You end up stopping just short of the apartment you share with Jack, your pride, upset and anger still intense enough that you refuse to give in until the final moment. You make a pit stop to the child’s play area just outside the apartment complex and plop yourself down on a swing, waiting forlornly for the inevitable.

The inevitable arrives in the form of Baki, who wordlessly sits on the swing directly beside you. You remain still as a statue, he sways a bit in his swing, tension radiates off of you in waves. After several heavy minutes of silence, he playfully nudges your foot with his own. You don’t see the scowl on his face when you recoil from the contact.

Finally, Baki is the one to break the silence. “It’s getting late. It’s time to come inside.” His words are gentle, but hold a subtle edge that let you know it’s a command. When he sees no sign of you moving, he sighs heavily. “I’m not above carrying you up there, even if you kick and scream the whole time.” Spoken jokingly, but you don’t find it very funny (nor do you think he’s really joking).

Pissed, but not wanting to look even more like a petulant child than you already do hunkered down on a tiny swing set, you abruptly make your exit, breezing past the man beside you. You cast him the most noxious glare you can muster as you make your way swiftly back to the apartment.

To your supreme irritation, he returns your malice with a kind smile. He’s known you nearly your whole life-knows better than most what makes you tick. He figures you can only remain mad at him for so long, and it just so happens he has all the patience in the world when it comes to you, so he’s more than willing to stick it out. You’re a stubborn one, but he has every confidence you’ll give up shortly and go back to being the doting sister he loves and adores. (I’ll leave it up to reader discretion whether this happens or not. :))

[mothwingwritings]

your profile picture is maria ushiromiya, but would you ever consider making an umineko fic?!?!!???!?!???

BOY, WOULD I! :D

I started reading Umineko years ago and only truly finished it several months back (for anyone wondering if it’s just my writing that is slow and takes forever, there is your answer lul). Since then, my brain has been constantly stewing ideas.

At the same time I also wasn’t sure if people would really care about a reader insert Umineko fic, let alone one that potentially may not be romance heavy and almost certainly would not be very sexy lul. But! I do have some ideas brewing and for better or worse one of them at least will probably land on this blog in some form or another. <3 So, apologies in advance for my 500K fic about you beating Rosa Ushiromiya’s ass and kidnapping Maria to make her your own daughter so you can whisk her away to the better life she deserves. :)

[mothwingwritings]

Outlier

F!Reader X Hanma Fam

OK, hear me out. I am currently working on a post Paradise reader x Katsumi stuff (going back to my roots) while also catching up on the Baki manga (things have been hectic and I fell behind on the newer stuff). I was reading through the dinner scene with Jack and Yujiro and while I loved it (and overall just love when the focus is on Jack in general) it also really pissed me off lul. Like, Jack, my dude, my friend, my love… Fuck this guy fr, ya know?

BUT then that also got me thinking man... It would really suck to be step-sis reader in this situation, finding out that not only Baki but now Jack is growing closer to Yujiro. Her entire support system is just becoming even more fucked up and toxic, it’s arguable that it’s not even really a support system at all anymore.  What if it gets to a point where it’s a team up situation, what then for poor reader? Yeesh what a bad and scary scenario, my condolences rip.

Then I wrote this as a little scenario of sorts as a ‘what if’ of when reader finds out Jack is becoming cushy with his dad. :) I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Stepcest, abusive and toxic family dynamics, gas lighting, mentions of prior abuse both child and current.

“It still seems a little unreal. I didn’t think I’d ever see the day where father actually acknowledged me.”

Jack spoke clearly, proudly, excitedly even. But after he had concluded his expansive dialogue recounting the time he just shared with Yujiro, your brain still struggled to understand the meaning of his words, the source of his jubilation.

There was no way in hell he could be this pleased after having an ill-advised dinner with the Ogre.

After giving yourself several seconds to let it sink in, you responded snappily, “Excuse me?” you stared pointedly into the hulking man’s eyes, “You’re this giddy because he complimented you?”

The content smile Jack had worn since he began regaling his tale slowly morphed into a more neutral, albeit forced, expression. Whether that was to appease you or out of irritation of your attitude was hard to say.

“Yes, but it’s not a big deal.”

You scoffed at his feigned nonchalance, “Well you obviously seem to think it is, seeing as you’re practically beaming while you tell us about it!” You pointed to your other brother, who sat on your opposite side, “Baki and I could barely get a word in edgewise with how on and on you went about the ‘greatness’ of it all.”

“Calm down (Name),” Baki spoke up beside you, “it’s pretty normal for a son to be happy when his father commends him, right?”

Your head snapped to the side, confusion engulfing your features as you watched the young man impishly shrug. “I think he’s right, it’s really not THAT huge of a deal. In fact, with how things have been going, we’ve even tossed around the idea of maybe making a monthly family dinner night a thing.”

Your frown deepened, “…Is this some kind of joke?

You could hear your heart pounding in your head, the conversation making your blood pressure rise by the second. It was already troubling enough that Baki had gone through such trials and tribulations seeking acceptance and a modicum of a ‘fatherly’ bond from Yujiro, but now Jack also seemed to be falling under the same mind boggling spell. It sickened you knowing the people you cared so deeply for would go to the lengths that your brothers had, just for a little recognition from a man who was at best a villain in your shared lives.

And on top of that, now they seemed to want to play house with him and have a monthly family meet up? Were their cruel childhoods at Yujiros hands so easy to forgive? Were the atrocities he committed so recently against you, their sister, so easy to forget?

When you received no response from the two you continued, “You cannot be serious. Please help me understand why you agreed to have dinner at all with that man, let alone why you are speaking so positively about some cheap compliments he gave you? And now you bring up some bullshit plans for ‘family time’ in the future? Maybe that bastard had a hand in your creation but you don’t owe him anything!”

Your words struck accord with Jack, his body visibly tensing as he gave a terse reply. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand (Name), and you don’t really seem eager to listen to reasoning. Trying to explain it further would be a waste of time.”

Indignation flared within you, “Well than why don’t you try and explain it to me in a way even an idiot can understand, since that’s what you seem to think I am anyway?”

“I never said that,” he growled, shooting you a look that warned you to cool down or face the consequences, “I’m just saying you are different from us. You’re a Hanma in name only, not by blood. You may be our family (Name), but you will always be cut from a different cloth than us. It’s impossible for you to understand”

Before you could retort Baki cut in, “What he means to say is that having a different birth father vastly changes our experiences. It makes it difficult to accurately articulate this bond to you, no matter how close we are. I know it seems weird, foolish even, but honestly it’s truly just-“

“Indescribable.” Jack finished, sharing a look between his half-brother that conveyed secrets you knew would never be privy to you.

A deep ache blossomed in your chest, spreading steadily through your limbs like a viscous molasses, heavy and thick as it consumed you. Your last line of defense was crumbling. The only support system that stood a chance against the crashing waves that were Yujiro Hanma was steadily being chipped away. Your brothers had always been a steadfast wall that protected you from the tempest, but even the thickest stone eventually yields to the elements. What was once so sturdy was now being ripped apart like weak clay, piece after piece plunging into the depths of that turbulent sea, becoming one with it.

Overcome by an intense loneliness, the loss of them was becoming unbearable to witness. Realization set in. It didn’t matter how much you loved them or how much time you spent with them, just as you may never truly get them, they would never truly get you. They could never know exactly how frustrating it felt to feel so helpless. It didn’t matter how fit or strong or smart you were, it didn’t matter how hard you pushed yourself,  how far you went to protect yourself, or how many steps you took to stay ahead of danger. Countless hours, blood, sweat, and tears could be poured into making yourself stronger, you could become the most capable person on the planet earth, and none of it would matter in the face of Yujiro Hanma. Any effort you made against him could and would be squashed in an instant, his mere presence a belittlement of your entire existence. It was enough to drive you insane.  

But unlike your brothers, you had no one else to turn to. No other sister, brother, or cousin that could understand your most painful secrets.

You were alone.

“Please, just listen to me,” your voice wavered. The confrontation was hard, but you did it with as much resolve as you could muster, “Maybe I won’t ever really know what you feel towards Yujiro and that’s fine, because frankly I don’t know that I want to. But I would hope that you would have more self-respect for yourselves than to go crawling up to that monster for any form of validation.”

You took a shaky breath, fighting back tears as you continued, “Yujiro has spent most of your lives disparaging, abusing, and ignoring you. He hurt and killed our mothers, warped our own relationships with the women who birthed us. He has done irredeemable and irreparable things that have altered us in ways we can’t reverse. You both have beaten and broken yourselves over and over again just for the chance to combat him, seeking worth only in your ability to stand toe to toe with him, lessening your worth because of HIM! And for what? A dinner every now and again, some words of affirmation?”

Tears cut across your cheeks, blurring the clear view you had of the siblings. “I’m so sick of it. I’m so sick of watching you relentlessly push yourselves past your limits day after day, year after year, as you chase after a man who isn’t even worthy of your time, let alone your respect or love! He doesn’t deserve the time of day, I don’t care if he’s the strongest man in the world or not! Anyone who acts the way and treats people the way he does isn’t anyone worthy of anything in my books! I can’t… I can’t be the only one who sees Yujiro for what he is.”

You slumped forward, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’ve already lost so much to him… I can’t lose you two, too. If you won’t listen to me for your own sakes, then do it for mine. Please, just forget about Yujiro. Move on so I can move on with you.”

Grief, anger, and love crashed about your chest violently. Hiding your face in your hands, you fully broke down. Even as you made your plea, you were well aware it would most likely fall on deaf ears. The time for mourning had come, it was truly inescapable now.

None of you would ever truly be free of the maddening experience of being trapped in Yujiro Hanma’s web.

But instead of your outburst being met with chide commentary, you instead felt thick arms being wrapped around you, pulling you snuggly against a broad chest. You hiccupped against said chest, your hands clutching to the fabric of Baki’s shirt as he cradled the back of your head with his thick hand, rocking you gently back and forth.

“I’m sorry, (Name).”

For a moment, you paused. Ensnared by his soothing touch and gentle words, relief overcame you, both welcome and unexpected. Maybe you had been silly all along, thinking your brothers were too far gone to care about your opinions and feelings. They hadn’t forgotten the ills committed against them, the horrors you had lived through yourself. Baki had listened to your earnest plea and now he was coming to reassure you it would all be OK, that they were still on your side, just as they had always been.

It may have taken a break down, but you got through to him. Now, you could all work on moving forward on a new path, one without Yujiro, and-

“I think maybe you just need more time to get used to this.”

Breath fled your lungs, his words hitting you like a slap in the face. Spoken in the same sweet, mild tone, his manner now seemed far more condescending than encouraging.

“Get used to it?” Your voice cracked, his hold on you feeling more constricting than it did seconds prior.

“You’re our sister, we love you,” he squeezed tighter, “but we’re Hanma’s (Name). I know Yujiro isn’t dad of the year, and he’s definitely got some questionable quirks about him, but he’s our father and that’s how it will always be.” He ruffled your hair, “I’m sure given some more time we can work out all the kinks and come to a resolution. When that happens, we’ll all share a really nice family meal together to celebrate, home cooked of course!”

“True,” Jack chimed in, “Despite how he may sometimes act, I think father would really like for you to join us someday, (Name). You should even cook something for it, he’ll be pleased to see what a good little chef you have become.”

Bile rose in your throat, pin pricks of black dotting your vision as you struggled to breath. The world was spinning and everyone but you had gone mad.

With all the strength within you, you pushed yourself away from Baki, creating a palpable distance between you and the man you once explicitly trusted. There was a brief flash of surprise in his eyes at your minor burst of strength, but that look was quickly replaced with one more akin to disappointment.

‘Why can’t you just give it a rest?’ His expression begged, ‘You’re making this bigger than it needs to be.’

“Fuck you,” you seethed, “Fuck all of you. If that’s your choice, fine, but if he’s going to be in your lives then I am out.”

Unable to articulate yourself further you turned on your heel, fleeing towards the exit. You heard a chair scoot behind you, Jacks commanding voice following shortly after. Your hand rested on the doorknob, but you pivoted yourself just enough to acknowledge that you had heard him. Though your body was eager to run, your heart won out in the end. You would give one final chance to hear him out.

“Father didn’t just give me empty kudos. He truly recognized my strength and was sincerely awarding me for how much I have grown. But that’s not all,” his voice grew a bit softer as he continued “He also praised me for taking such good care of you. He asked about you with genuine interest (Name), wanted to know how you were fairing, what you had been up to, if you were well. If you gave him the chance-”

You wasted no further time in listening, the walls rattled as you slammed the door behind you.

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Baki Men's Favorite Place to Kiss (pt.1)

Characters Featured: Jack Hanma, Baki Hanma, Kozue Matsumoto, Katsumi Orochi, Retsu Kaiou, Jun Guevara

Content Notes: she/her pronouns, rushed writing, nothing tbh just fluffy fluff!! Not proofread, so ignore mistakes... Who should I include in pt.2?

Jack Hanma

Honestly, I cannot see this man really kissing his partner, for both practical and personality reasons. First of all, Jack, like a lot of men on this list, is... Huge. He's quite literally a giant, and I could most definitely reassure you that he's bigger lol. Because of this, it makes affection a little difficult, as either he has to hunch over, or you have to strain your neck in all weird positions just to meet his eyes.

But, secondly, I cannot imagine Jack being insanely lovey-dovey with his darling. Of course, you're his beloved, his lover, so he's going to be softer in comparison to other people... But Jack's soft is still considered rough to most people.

He's a fighter at heart, and I think he struggles being soft, even when he wants to, y'know?

And so, I think that Jack is more likely to express physical affection through ruffling your hair or pinching your cheek. I think that Jack succumbs to cuteness aggression frequently whenever you're involved.

His large, calloused fingers will tug at your cheek, grinning like a wolf as he teases you for having such pudgy cheeks, doll. Look good enough to eat, don't you?

Sometimes, when you're having slow mornings. The sun is sneaking through the crack of your bedroom curtains, a sliver of light peeking through. Your cheek squished against Jack's chest, head tilted to the side, steady breaths coming out in puffs. Jack'll have an arm around your waist, already awake, and just marinating in the peaceful moment. A rarity for a man like him.

His hand, previously resting on your lower back, will sneak up your spine in a lazy caress, stopping when it reaches your tilted head. He'll tuck your hair out of your face or adjust your bonnet so it's not slipping too far down your forehead. His thumb will rub across your temple, smoothing across your brow, as he calmly takes in your features. It's not a kiss, but it's enough to bring a soft smile to your sleeping features.

Baki Hanma

Always playful, Baki has a habit of messing with you, poking your side, tickling the back of your knee (how he knew you were ticklish there, you have no idea...), or sweeping you off your feet whenever given the chance. He really cannot help himself. He loves the look of faux-offended shock that spreads across your pretty features.

Baki is childish in nature, so he likes the attention, especially when it's your attention.

And so, I think he'd like silly kisses! Quick pecks to your cheek, rushed and messy. They're carefree, but they always bring a smile to your face as he quickly pulls you in, cupping your cheek, planting that kiss, and then he's gone!

He knows it gets you going, getting riled up from his antics, and that's just the way he likes it.

I can also see Baki biting his darling's cheek lol. Once more, just to mess with them. It'd be random and in passing.

You'll be lazing on the couch, watching some shitty reality T.V. where a bunch of twenty-somethings are shoved into a house to live together (a trainwreck, really), and suddenly, your poor cheek is being attacked!

Baki will lean over the back of the couch, his calloused, warm hands cupping your cheek and tilting your head back. His mouth will chomp down on your cheek, playfully tugging on it softly. Not enough to hurt, just some pressure.

Of course, you'll squeal out a Baki! What the hell! Still giggling and swatting at his hands. And, in Baki fashion, he just laughs, pulling away, and continuing on with his day, as if he didn't just take a bite of you!!!

Kozue Matsumoto

My bbg, I love her sm. She's a totaalll sweetheart. I think Kozue would give a sweet kiss on the cheek, maybe on the tip of your nose, too! Her soft hand will cup your cheek, caressing the skin under your eye as she leans in close. A small smile on her lips as she presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

It's not rushed, and it's light, soft, and homey. It's comfortable and drawn out, as she settles you and her into a relaxing hold. I don't think Kozue likes to rush her relationships, more so enjoying a peaceful hold than something super chaotic (though I don't think she'd mind some playfulness every once in a while).

The two of you will be on a stroll, bags in hand, as you'd just finished a successful shopping spree. Your thumb rubbing across the back of her hand, and it's nice. A carefree conversation flows between the two of you, chatting about the weather, a shirt Kozue just bought, or a new coffee shop that's just opened up.

Somehow, in some way, you end up in a park, meandering through the walking trails, hand-in-hand. Settling on a park bench, your shoulders press against one another, Kozue's head resting against your shoulder. A peaceful silence falls between the two of you, not a word needed.

And as you shut your eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment, you feel Kozue shift. Her body shifting to face you, and her lips hover, hesitating just for a second before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. A smile spreads across your lips as you hear her whisper, Love you.

It's not loud, but it's Kozue, so it's all you need.

Katsumi Orochi

Hmmmm, I feel like Katsumi doesn't necessarily have any major preferences. As long as he's in contact with you, able to enjoy your company and feel your body against his, then he's content. I wouldn't say that he's entirely picky when it comes to affection, as he just wants attention from his darling, y'know?

I do think that Katsumi tends to fall into the typical categories when it comes to affection. He likes to hold hands, likes to sling his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you wander through the streets.

However, I can see Katsumi enjoying a low, long-lasting, and classic kiss to the lips. One where his hands cup your cheeks, dragging you close, as his thumb rubs the skin under your eye. A boyish smile spreads across his cheeks as his eyes stare into yours, taking in... Everything. Your scrunched cheeks. Your batting lashes, trailing down to your parted lips.

His head tilts down, and he firmly plants his lips to yours. In response, you place your hands over his, melting into the, albeit, clumsy kiss. You should feel Katsumi's lips curve into a smile, and you giggle against his in return.

It's lighthearted but comforting, affirming that you're there and present, paying attention to him, him, him!!!

I can also imagine Katsumi doing this in front of the Shinshinkai members, having no shame in expressing his love for you (much to your dismay and total embarrassment). Right before every sparring session, class, and fight, he'll pull you into a deep, stable kiss 'cause you never know when it'll be the last, so he makes sure to give it his all every time.

Retsu Kaiou

Okay, another one that I cannot imagine kissing, at least casually. However, I think that Retsu's reasoning is different than Jack's. Retsu isn't overly insecure about himself, like Jack, nor is he grumpy all the time.

Retsu's just shy. Of course, he's not some cutesy-pootie at least, not in the sense that he cannot handle himself in a relationship, or that he's not emotionally mature and aware of his feelings and how to handle them. Retsu is a grown man, a trained fighter who's learned to understand himself, learned to be uncomfortable.

However... That experience is with fighting, with physical discomforts, not emotional vulnerabilities, y'know?

And I don't think that "uncomfortable" is the correct term for how Retsu would feel or act. It's more so inexperience. Retsu's not used to interacting with others in a vulnerable way, like kissing. Not to say he doesn't enjoy it or anything! It's just new, and he has to learn how to navigate himself in a relationship, understanding your likes and dislikes and such.

Whoops, I'm rambling... Overall, I think that Retsu would be the kind of guy to plant a simple kiss on your forehead or the crown of your head. It's easy access and quick.

The two of you will be lounging in your shared living room, as you usually do. It's the evening, and the sun is setting. Both of you have had a long week, so just existing in one another's presence is all you need. You don't need chatty conversations or constant touching.

Simply leaning against one another as you lounge in each other's arms is enough. Retsu is reading a book, while you were scrolling on your phone. Was it productive? God no, but did either of you care? Eh, also no.

Your head rests against Restu's cheek as you scroll mindlessly, occasionally chuckling at a silly cat video (my personal favorite). After a while, thirty minute or so, Retsu will shift underneath you, his hand drumming against your waist.

A pressure is applied to the crown of your head, and you lean into it. Retsu's lips pressing against your hair as he murmurs to you with a smile in his voice, patting your hip, Up now, let me make us some tea, yes?

Jun Guevara

Ever the romantic, Jun has a tendency to be a little dramatic with his affections. His hand always finding yours, no matter how busy either of you is. His fingers will tangle with yours, bringing your hand to his face as he peppers kisses on your knuckles.

An infuriatingly handsome smile crosses his features as he stares into your eyes, grinning against your knuckles. Ever amused, you roll your eyes, watching as he trails his lips up your hand, lingering at the center of your palm.

His beard tickles your skin, causing you to laugh softly. His other hand, always on you, moves to trail up your side. His fingers drumming against your clothed skin, resting against your lower back to tug you close. His palm rests flat against your back as he closes the distance, allowing him more room to lead his neverending kisses up your arm and to your neck.

You'll squeal, laughing freely as his beard scratches the sensitive skin of your neck, and Jun will just chuckle against your jaw. His body hunched over yours as you sway side-to-side.

Similar to Katsumi, Jun has no shame when it comes to showcasing his love for you in public. However, unlike Katsumi, I think that Jun actively looks for it, wanting to show you off to his people, to Mr. Unchained, especially Mr. Unchained...

What? Can't a man want to show off his lady?

[mothwingwritings]

:) They are bonding and its beautiful.

[mothwingwritings]

... I can't with this

YEAH I BET YOU DO

But who am I to stop a good thing?

I honestly can't imagine why.

[mothwingwritings]

I'm about to put this man in an (island) situation.

Arguably, its better than his normal situation.

Also, "Full of energy and acts on many whims. Once they start, they don't stop!" Yeah. Sounds about right. :)

For enrichment, of course.

Also, don't worry he isn't lonely, he has friends!

Heh heh, yes! Of course! Similar hobbies, what pals. :)

[soureee]

TPOF Derek

“you’d better fucking… kill me.”

[mothwingwritings]

This is actually the best chapter title of all time, thank you.

[mothwingwritings]

My favorite thing about huge Love and Deepspace banners/events is that it doesn't matter how much space you clear, pictures you delete, apps you get rid of, its still not enough room. Even if it should be enough, it won't be. You WILL have to uninstall and reinstall the app. It WILL take an hour to do. This WILL make you grumpy.

[mothwingwritings]

Meow.

[mothwingwritings]

Are you alive? 🥺 its been a while

I haven't formally said this yet so here it comes, right from my heart to yours:

I am sorry I have been gone for so long, I have missed you all terribly, and I have missed writing terribly.

Truth is the past year was kind of a shit show to be honest. I won't bore you with the details, but a lot of stuff happened that kept me preoccupied and wore tf out. Not all of it was bad of course, but nevertheless it all sure was exhausting. ε-(´・｀)

2025 has been extremely hard to a lot of people, and if you are in the struggle boat with me, know I am rooting for you. We can and will get through this, even if it sucks along the way. The muck cant and wont bog us down forever.

I will be slowly going through asks and getting back into the swing of things here, just chugging along, thank you for bearing with me. To everyone still here, thank you so much for sticking around and I love you. For the new people, hello!!! Thank you for being here, I hope you have some fun can escape the horrors of life for a moment with some fictional horrors!

[mothwingwritings]

I feel like Celia doesn't get enough love! Especially because she's one of the few women in the BTD/TPOF games. What are some headcanons you have for her in general? Or one's for how she behaves with the player after the insanity ending?

I love that you asked this, because I have thought about this a lot. :) I always lean towards a happier ending with Celia (however fantastical that may be) because I like to think that in some timeline, given the right circumstances and plenty of time, things can and will get better.

(Because of the subject matter, 18+ only please)

After she runs away with you she’s a little bit… lost. For as long as she can remember, her entire life has been built around this ideal image where she is living the corporate dream, climbing the ladder and making a name for herself, becoming a big shot that will take the world by storm. She built herself up as this perfect, beautiful, strong, entrepreneurial powerhouse and the perception of her worth is so tied to that goal that without it all, who is she? The life she just bolted from was an existence that people can only dream of living. She had it all and did it all while appearing effortlessly perfect. Celia was truly a woman worthy of admiration and respect, living the dream with loads of money, a respectable career, and an impressive husband.

That was why she suffered through all the bullshit for so long, the naïve ideal of it all. The idea that maybe, maybe if she just gave it all a little more time and put in a little more effort, it would all be worth it in the end. Her dream life would become reality.

Facing the fact that all the glamour and finery was just a façade was not something she faced easily. She always knew it of course, but for most of her life she could run from it, cope with living the lie through alcohol and the occasional toy she would pick up from the auctions. But you can’t run and hide forever, and at the end of the day, after all those years of hard work and torment, what did she have to show for it all? After sacrificing herself, giving all her time and her blood sweat and tears, to reach where she was today… What had she truly achieved? She wasn’t’ happy. She wasn’t fulfilled. She felt like a doll,  some pretty face who would always be surrounded by rumors and malice, always be in the shadow of her piece of shit husband, no matter how hard she worked or how much better than him she may be.

Her life was beyond disappointing. It was heartbreaking.

And while she wasn’t one to give up, even the strongest people have breaking points. Surrounded by fake people and without any true friends or allies, the longer she remained trapped in her shitshow of a life and joke of a marriage, the more she felt herself began to slip. It’s why she became interested in the auctions to begin with-first just out of morbid curiosity to distract herself, before slowly becoming more and more involved until she was a fully active participant and supporter. It was almost scary how easy it was to purchase a human life, scarier still how easily she fell into seeing them as an object, a tool to let out all her frustration and rage. Before she knew it, she became someone she didn’t even recognize: a sadist, a drunk, a murderer.

And then you came along.

She was attracted to you from the getgo, tied up in that chair with that scared, yet slightly defiant look in your eye. You were attractive, sharp, and obedient. Not just something desirable in a toy, but in another life, someone she may have considered a partner as well. You intrigued her, she paid the sum, you became hers.

And she hurt you, messed with you, and degraded you-and you took it all beautifully. You became her punching bag and her confidante, and she found herself more eager to spend time with you than anyone else she had purchased previously. Not that she would let you in on this, but the expression of unease and relief that washed across your face when she came back from a several day absence always made her heart flutter. Your reliance on her, your reverence when you addressed her… It fulfilled her in ways she hadn’t been fulfilled in a long time. Your reactions excited her, your compliance pleased her, and your personality charmed her. She honestly couldn’t believe she had gotten so lucky in finding you, like the stars had aligned to bring you into her life the exact moment she needed you most.

You were well worth the price she had paid to acquire you, and each night when she had to drag herself away from you and force herself into a bed with a man she absolutely despised, she found it was only thoughts of you that settled her enough to lull her to sleep. The promise of dreaming about you, dreaming of what she may do with you and to you the next time she visits, gave her better rest than she had gotten in years.

It felt childish and wrong, but she couldn’t deny the growing attraction she had for you. She wasn’t foolish enough to call it love, but the ache of your absence, the desire to get her hands on you… It was certainly becoming more than just passing dalliance. As twisted as it was, you were becoming her reason to get up each morning and face it all again and again.

Because of this, when her husband met his untimely end, she was ready to take the fall for it. It was the least she could do after you had been such a good pet for her, and besides, all things must come to an end.  You had helped her remove the major thorn in her foot, but even with it gone, she was now faced with walking barefoot through the brambles. She had awoken from the dream. Her life as she knew it was over.

And that was when you offered her an alternate path.

It was insane, the odds stacked against you in such a way that that even getting out of the city, let alone being able to create a new life, was a billion to one odds. But as you bolted from the building, hand in bloody hand, she felt just crazy enough to believe in those odds.

Life at first was exceptionally hard. Hopping place to place, changing up your look while trying to keep as low a profile as possible, relying on paper cash she withdrew in one lump sum from a secret account only she knew about- it was a tireless effort. That on top of having to stay in the shadiest, dingiest of places, keeping as far away from the media and people in general  to minimize the risk of someone recognizing her and carting the two of you away to prison for the murder of her high profile husband, left the both of you on edge.

You fought.  All her unease, sadness, vitriol, and rage bubbled up inside of her, spilling forward in the form of screams, lashes, and beatings. And with tears in your eyes, you took them all. Every new bruise and gash a sign of her discontent and her fear, your body becoming her slate for all the injustices she had faced, the mocking cruelty of her broken dreams, and all the uncertainty of the future.

She was waiting on you to turn on her, certain that you would run away and turn her in when given the chance, possibly even kill her. Maybe deep inside, that was even what she wanted. You certainly didn’t deserve any of this, and the more time you spent in her presence, the more guilt she felt for unleashing her rancor upon you.  At night, after you fell asleep, she would kiss each new wound she had created on your body and whisper a promise she knew she was bound to break.

But weeks past, then months, then years, and through them all you stayed by her side. It baffled her as much as it delighted her, and while the fear of losing you never entirely left her, time had made her grown confident in your bond. What had started as something built from immense trauma and fear had become something new and exciting. She dared not place a label on it, but neither of you needed to speak to know the importance you both had in each other’s lives. Her eyes had been opened to a new way of life that she never thought she could ever find happiness in, but you always seemed to have a way about you that made the impossible possible.

She was no longer the perfectly curated woman who had each hair in place and a picture perfect smile plastered on her face. She had traded in her sprawling mansion with a live in staff for a modest two bedroom townhome and a Roomba. Her meals that had been meticulously planned by top tier nutritionists were now whatever home cooked creation you served her. The thousands she used to spend on all her top tier beauty supplies and tonics now went towards bills and other living expenses, as she found the drug store beauty products weren’t as shitty as all the beauty guru’s lead her to believe.

For the first time in her life she felt human, filled with a sort of satisfaction that the Celia from a year ago would scoff and sneer at. And it was all thanks to you, the one who had become her miracle.

She would have to make sure to pamper you later.

Also, as a random aside, I think the closer she gets to you the more jealous she becomes of the people around you. Like, the moment there is a hint of someone flirting with you she’s on it, draping herself over you, wiping lingering crumbs off your face, calling you every gross pet name you typically exclusively use in private. While she no longer feels the urge to get dolled up to perfection every day, she has no qualms in really amping up her sex appeal if said person still doesn’t get the point, a real show of ‘You think you have a chance here, have you fucking seen me? Get real.’

If they still don’t get the picture, well…

Her anger management has improved, but as you have so graciously reminded her in your many years together-she is only human. Celia is confident in your affections for her, but hates the idea that she can’t control how other people feel about you, so she is forced to find some rather unsavory loopholes to try and gains some control of these situations. Whether it be overly amorous or overly nasty, anyone pushing their boundaries with you get what they have coming, maybe even a little more, just to really drive home how much she cares for you. <3

I guess this was more of like, a character study type thing then headcanons, so I apologize. All in all, while it would be an incredibly long and hard journey, one where she would take out a lot of frustration on you and have a lot of misconstrued jealousy and resentment both towards you and her general situation, but I think after a lot of effort and taking the time to work through shit, you will be happy together in your insanity ending. Just please stay on her good side.  :)