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hopefully not too horribly explained but this blog, @bowtiepasta, is now an archive for my old works! all the masterlists are on a sideblog, @thesack.
my current writing blog is my little secret. though if you find me, don’t be shy!!! come say hello!
tldr: @bowtiepasta: archived and inactive + @thesack: inactive sideblog for masterlists.
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hajime hasn’t been home for years.
how good could california be? surely not better than home—not better than the smell of his mom’s adobo simmering on a sunday afternoon, or the sound of cicadas whining through an osaka summer.
even tooru’s flown back, the neverending excuses about being busy down in argentina falling on deaf ears as you buy him the ticket yourself. mattsun and makki still come around sometimes, say they’ve gotta check on you now that the other two are gone.
they drop by your porch with convenience store beers and complaints about work, gossip about who’s married now, who’s got a kid, who moved to tokyo.
tonight they come by with their old teammate in tow, fresh from the airport with a brand new south-american tan under the excessive amount of layers that apparently, is necessary prevention now that he’s gained more fans to worry about.
“do you think he’s met someone?” mattsun asks over a bowl of ramen, making a face when the chopsticks split uneven. maybe it’s the beer, but you feel his words sink straight to your stomach.
makki slurps his noodles obnoxiously before answering. “if he hasn’t by now,” he chews, “he’s a bigger idiot than i thought.”
“he’s always been picky,” mattsun says. “remember that girl from third year? what was her name—”
“mai,” you say before you can stop yourself.
makki raises a brow, grinning. “oh, you remember.”
you shrug, laughing it off. “everyone remembers. she brought him lunch for a month straight.”
“yeah, and he still turned her down.” tooru’s voice comes from behind you as he drops onto the empty stool, reaching for the soy sauce. “said he didn’t want to lead her on. typical.”
TONGUE TIED
kinktober day six: on a sweltering afternoon, bodies sticky with salt and sun, you’re not looking for relief. you’re looking for him between your legs—mouth on you before you even ask.
re: hinata shoyo — indulging: smut, 18+, afab reader, brazil shoyo, ice play, exhibitionism, oral fixation, humping. 916 words
a/n: inspired by that one scene in do the right thing (1989) and written with my beautiful friend leigh in mind
“want to go swim?”
you look up from where you’re cutting mango, knife sticky from the juice. your boyfriend leans against the front door, towel over his shoulder, body damp from the ocean. when you push the wet curls off his forehead, his arms wrap around your waist.
he watches you slice, happily eating the pieces you offer up. “come on. you haven’t been out all day.”
“laundry’s not done,” you say. “go without me.”
he looks at the line of shirts you hung out on the patio. his are easy to spot—faded team logos, worn collars. “they’ll dry while we’re gone.”
“everything’s damp. it won’t. plus it’s hot out.”
he laughs and leans down to give you a peck, quick and a little off-center before he disappears down the hall again. you hear the door open then close, followed by distant shouts in portuguese.
when he comes back, the sound of sloshing hits first. he’s holding a blue plastic bucket filled to the brim with ice. the sides are already sweating in the heat.
“got this from joão,” he says proudly, setting it down on the tile. “told him my girlfriend was melting.”
you blink, tucking the fruit away in the fridge. “you walked across the street with a bucket of ice?”
“yup.” he crouches beside it, plunges both hands in like it’s nothing. “it’s freezing. try it.”
he fishes out a piece and sets it against the inside of your ankle where your sandal strap sits. you yelp, “shoyo!”
“—it’s cooling you down!”
TONGUE TIED
kinktober day six: on a sweltering afternoon, bodies sticky with salt and sun, you’re not looking for relief. you’re looking for him between your legs—mouth on you before you even ask.
re: hinata shoyo — indulging: smut, 18+, afab reader, brazil shoyo, ice play, exhibitionism, oral fixation, humping. 916 words
a/n: inspired by that one scene in do the right thing (1989) and written with my beautiful friend leigh in mind
“want to go swim?”
you look up from where you’re cutting mango, knife sticky from the juice. your boyfriend leans against the front door, towel over his shoulder, body damp from the ocean. when you push the wet curls off his forehead, his arms wrap around your waist.
he watches you slice, happily eating the pieces you offer up. “come on. you haven’t been out all day.”
“laundry’s not done,” you say. “go without me.”
he looks at the line of shirts you hung out on the patio. his are easy to spot—faded team logos, worn collars. “they’ll dry while we’re gone.”
“everything’s damp. it won’t. plus it’s hot out.”
he laughs and leans down to give you a peck, quick and a little off-center before he disappears down the hall again. you hear the door open then close, followed by distant shouts in portuguese.
when he comes back, the sound of sloshing hits first. he’s holding a blue plastic bucket filled to the brim with ice. the sides are already sweating in the heat.
“got this from joão,” he says proudly, setting it down on the tile. “told him my girlfriend was melting.”
you blink, tucking the fruit away in the fridge. “you walked across the street with a bucket of ice?”
“yup.” he crouches beside it, plunges both hands in like it’s nothing. “it’s freezing. try it.”
he fishes out a piece and sets it against the inside of your ankle where your sandal strap sits. you yelp, “shoyo!”
“—it’s cooling you down!”
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your boyfriend, ryomen sukuna, gets off on you being fucked vanilla style by a nice guy—insert sweetheart nanami kento.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: NSFW/MDNI, pre-established relationship (boyfriend sukuna, nanami is sukuna’s coworker), explicit sexual content, heavy sexual tension, dubious infidelity dynamics, cuck sukuna & secret admirer nanami, voyeurism, confessions, exhibitionism, blindfolding, making out, enthusiastic consent, moaning a different name, fingering f! receiving, cover found on my dearest kash's @creampress. divider by cafekitsune & kodaswrld. 3k words | for my nanami fuckers @prosypepper & @swearimnevergivingup <3
Ryomen Sukuna was a hedonistic man by nature. He hunted pleasure in every form, going as far as indulging in anything despite the possibility of the common consensus deeming it taboo or indecent.
sue storm yuri ask box and 4 apples tall johnny storm...
thoughts on the new movie + rating outta 5 stars? 😽
that’s a 5/5 from meeee!!!! ⭐️ i am a sucker for visuals and i grew up watching jessica alba & chris evans play the storm sibs in the 2005 version so i had super high expectations but i love love loved the movie
nanami is the epitome of a gentle lover.
hard days met with warm hands and kind words, big arms welcoming you home with something hearty bubbling on the stove, à la husband. love in the littlest things like remembering your drink order and knowing which window you like to sit by, feeding the street cats by the house even when you’re out of town.
but a lover can only be so gentle; he is human after all.
a late honeymoon trip on an island a ferry away from home, teaches nanami kento that when it comes to you—restraint is no longer part of his vocabulary.
he wakes to the sight of you, sun-kissed and happy, tangled in the sheets with your wedding band glistening in his hand. the same hand you pull when you drag him out to the docks in a skimpy little cover-up, laughing when the planks creak beneath your bare feet. he follows, as he always does, because he can never quite deny you—even when he should.
your hair is damp from the ocean, salt still clinging to your skin, and he thinks it’s almost unfair how effortless you make joy look.
