HEART TO HEART : GOJO SATORU

HEART TO HEART : GOJO SATORU

what is heart to heart? a show in which we bring two people who have history together to ask them a couple of interesting, heartbreaking questions.

today's episode: 27 year old Gojo Satoru broke up with his girlfriend 4 years ago, yet he cannot move on. does she feel the same? and does a person really not move on even after four years?

note: i started this…without a second thought. i dont know where its going or if its gonna do well. but i enjoyed it very much

a cold room, a white set, two chairs and a table—satoru gojo knew that the point of this very simple and minimalistic set was to make him feel vulnerable and uncomfortable, but a tiny vase would’ve been appreciated.

“why did you two break up?”

the ivory haired man leans back in his chair with a dry chuckle, fingers drumming along the surface of the wooden table.

“I was insecure,” he admits rather bitterly. “I just had a lot of things to work on, and letting go of her seemed like the right thing to do.”

“do you miss her?”

“oh, absolutely,” there’s a smile on his face when he says that, and sits up straight with his hands clasped together (an indicator that he was most likely anxious to be asked such vulnerable question). he goes on to squeeze his hands a bit and his lips are sealed shut for a bit before opening them again. “I thought to myself that I wouldn’t find love for a while after her—but it’s been four years, and I cannot get myself to move on.”

“has she moved on?”

“maybe? I’m not sure,” he lets out a nervous laugh and looks away from the camera before holding his head in his hands, there was a mental battle going on inside his head—before he finally decides to speak again. “I actually stalked her instagram account last week through a mutual friend and… I didn’t see a man on any of the pictures. she could just be super private.”

“was she private about being with you?”

“she would post pictures here and there, we didn’t like to keep our relationship a secret.”

gojo is handed a blindfold and he neatly wraps it around his eyes and waits, heart thumping loudly in his chest.

when you were asked by a friend if you would do this interview, a part of you was a bit hesitant just because you weren’t sure if you wanted to air out your love life like this and have to deal with the consequences of a potential future lover being upset about it—but when you were told that it was gojo satoru, your ex-boyfriend whom you dated for 3 years and were planning on building a future with—that is until it abruptly ended with no warnings whatsoever. perhaps you ignored the tornado warnings? were there even any to begin with? you will never know because you blocked him everywhere on social media. from instagram to his phone number. you couldn’t deal with the fact that he existed around you, near you yet you couldn’t have him.

four long years of not having seen him took a toll on your heart, as it sure gets excited the moment you spot white strands on top of a head that is laid out on the table. his sense of style is still so casual and laid back, but not in a cocky way. satoru has always been about feeling comfortable in your clothes but you notice his tense shoulders and his foot tapping and can immediately tell that he is anxious.

you silently pull the chair back facing him and he lifts his head off of the table. your hands rest on top of the surface and the producer finally asks gojo to take off the blindfold.

when he does and you two lock eyes, you both start smiling big but you can’t help the little tremble to your lips before you look away from the camera to wipe a few emotional tears.

“sorry,” you whisper but your mic was able to pick it up. almost on instinct, satoru reaches towards you and squeezes your arm reassuringly.

“when was the last time you spoke to one another?”

“four years ago.” you are the one to answer the questions now and you keep avoiding satoru’s big blue eyes.

“was it hard having to walk away from a long term relationship?”

“It’s always hard when you thought there was a connection,” your emphasis on the word “thought” makes gojo look down at his lap almost in shame. he had no time to explain himself or what he did, yet he couldn’t help but feel that this interview was going to be like a second chance to explain himself and perhaps give a proper apology.

“you had no closure?”

“nope.” you both answer at the same time and it feels as though feelings of resentment are starting to resurface as your demeanor grows cold around him and you pull your hands away from the table.

“why do you think you broke up?”

“you said you couldn’t really see us together anymore,” you were now speaking to satoru directly and he gladly took the heat of your words. “you said…that us being together was just a waste of time and that one of us has to walk away,” you were clearly hurt by his words, even four years later. the breakup took a toll on you both physically and emotionally. you were incapable of going on dates for a painfully long period of time that your friends had to drag you outside to meet some potential new partners—but none of them felt like satoru. you resented him for crawling into your heart and finding a safe space there, for settling down and building a warm house inside only to tear it down and leave as quickly as he came.

“I wasn’t… sure what I wanted to do at the time, I was confused about my future,” satoru admits for the first time ever. “I thought it was so unfair to drag you down that hole with me when it was so clear to you that you had a plan in mind—a secure one so I just-“

“left.” you finish the sentence for him and he lets out a pained laugh.

“yeah, I left. and when I realized that you had blocked me, I knew that there was no going back and that I actually did it. yknow, like, it wasn’t this bad dream where I would wake up and you were still beside me—you were actually gone, I made you leave.”

there was a long silence after this and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, not after that confession.

“did you miss me?” gojo takes the initiative to ask this question instead of the producer but they don’t complain, watching carefully as you look back at your ex partner.

“I did,” you say again in a whisper, almost scared that you coming to terms with this horrible realization was going to hurt you further.

“do you think that…we could’ve worked out had I been honest at the time?”

“satoru, I would’ve never left you as easily as you did,” you knew that it wasn’t easy for him, but you want him to know that your love for him was bigger than he ever thought.

“would you like to try again?”

you two stare at each other for a bit and you sneak your hand towards his huge palm, resting your index finger there and tracing soft circles.

“yeah… I want to. do you?” you look up at him through your eyelashes and gojo’s heart feels as though it is about to burst.

“I would love to.”

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"Malaysia... That's right, Malaysia. I should go to Kuantan. I'll build a house on an empty beach. The books I have bought but never read has piled up like a mountain. I want to read them slowly, as if I'm retrieving the lost time."

呪術廻戦 S2 Ep. 18: Right and Wrong

THATS WHY I LOVE YOU - toji fushiguro

warnings: toji fushiguro x reader, fluff, pregnant reader, reader is tad a bit dramatic but its the hormones i promise, soft domestic toji is everything, toji is a loverboy at heart, married au!

author’s note: caught a bad case of tojitis and the doc said this is the only way i can get rid of it 🙁

“‘m sorry princess.” toji said as he wiped the fat tears that rolled down your cheeks.

he couldn’t blame you for being upset—you were carrying his child for gods sake which meant that your hormones were all out of shape from trying to make sure this child wasn’t as fucked up as he was. he rubbed your back soothingly trying to get you to calm down as your shoulders bobbed up and down, clearly still upset. toji had researched pregnancy symptoms soon after he found out you were expecting but he didn’t expect them to be this…severe.

“I’ll buy you another one princess, i promise.” he squeezed your hand gently as an act of reassurance. “let’s just get out of the way we’re causing a scene.” he motioned to the crowd that gathered around you both, clearly interested in the drama between a man and his pregnant wife. one quick glare from toji was all it took for the bystanders to begin minding their own business again.

“it’s not gonna be the same.” you hiccuped, wiping the tears and snot away with a tissue as toji led you away to a quiet area. just thinking about the ice cream almost made you emotional again. “why did your fat hands have to knock my ice cream onto the ground!” you balled up his shirt in your fists before you started crying again. “it’s a hot summer day and im sweating buckets—that was the only thing i was looking forward to!” you cried out. “what did my ice cream do to you!”

“nothin’ mama i’ll go buy you a new one right now.”that seemed to calm you down for a brief minute. you looked up at him with starry eyes and toji couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked at this moment. “you will? do you remember what ice cream truck it was from?” toji stilled for a brief second before giving you a soft smile. “of course i do baby.”

toji definitely didn’t remember where the ice cream was and he definitely wasn’t gonna try and play with your tastebuds by buying ice cream from a similar ice cream stand. he knew how refined your palate had become since becoming pregnant which made it crucial that he’d find the right spot. after running around the busy streets like a headless chicken he found the ice cream truck and despite not being religious, he thanked whoever was above before quickly fishing out some money to pay for the ice cream.

he walked back to you with two ice creams, handing you the less melted one. you thanked him and ate your ice creams in silence watching the world go on around you. “thank you.” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder, cradling your bump. “i may have exaggerated a teensy bit about the ice cream.” you replied coyly moving from your position to face him.

“you don’t say.” he replied sarcastically, leaning in for a kiss but he stopped right before your lips met. “you’re unbelievable.” he whispered softly against your lips before he kissed you, the coldness of the ice cream still present on his lips making you shudder. you pulled away with a soft grin, “i know, that’s why you married me in the first place.” you held up your hand, showing the beautiful yet blinding ring he got for you.

“well, i hope our baby doesn’t get your dramatic tendencies.” he grumbled, as he took your hand in his once again rubbing soft circles on your palm. “yeah? and i hope that our baby doesn’t get your grumpiness.” you retort back sticking your tongue out at him.

“oh so this is how we’re gonna play this baby?” he smirked at you before resting his hand on your growing bump. “well i hope our baby comes out happy, healthy and knows that they have two loving parents that would die for them.” he replied back kissing your bump. your heart bloomed at his confession and you could feel the waterworks coming in but you managed to blink them away.

“it seems like marriage has made you soft old man.” you teased him running your fingers up and down his arm. “shut up.” he said softly before placing a light kiss on your temple.

cheeky sneaky choso smut drabble. choso x fem reader.

cw: begging, oral (female receiving), pet names (sweetheart, baby)

w/c 500. not proofread!

I just think choso is so damn needy.

the second he gets a taste of how good it can feel to love someone and be loved, he's hooked. absolutely addicted like a man possessed. the first time he lets you run a hand through his hair, his eyes droop closed as the shivers ripple down his spine, feeling something he's never felt before, but struck by what was almost instinct.

choso allows you to reposition him so that he's sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, flanked on either side by your legs as you perch on the edge of the couch, massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers. it takes everything he has not to practically purr beneath your touch, and he's successful for the most part, ignoring the rogue, quiet groan that slips out. when your hands travel down the back of his neck and begin massaging his shoulders, you immediately notice the way that they drop. thinking that you've done something wrong, you stop, but his head immediately whips around, revealing his doe-eyed expression.

"why'd you stop?"

the way he says it is almost a whine, a high-pitched plead to continue as he reels from no longer feeling your touch. you sit back and pout - with a smile - as you gaze down at his pained expression. you shrug your shoulders, deliberately playing the teasing game with him, and watch with glee as he turns around to face you, planting a palm on each of your knees as he does so. he wastes no time in running them up your thighs as he peppers kisses wherever he can.

"c'mon," he mutters, "please, for me?"

you remain silent and continue to feign ignorance, enjoying the way choso manages his withdrawals. if you didn't know any better, you'd swear he was about to burst into tears. he slips his hands beneath your dressing gown as he slowly pushes himself to his knees, reaching around to the meat of your ass while his kisses reach the insides of your thighs. your head lolls back as he tries to pull you towards him, and you're no longer in a position to deny him. your hands find your way back to his hair as he approaches your already wet cunt, and the way he feels your nails tangle in amongst the jet-black strands pushes him beyond reasonable thought. you gently guide him to where you need him most, and while he might’ve wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and stay himself a while longer, he just can’t resist. you’re just too sweet.

he languidly laps at your clit, already drunk on your taste and just how wet you are. his grip on you is firm, as is yours on him, keeping him pinned between your legs, although he could break free if he really wanted to. his hair tickles the inside of your thighs, adding to the dizzying sensations. the way your breathing turns heavy, rapidly followed by moans of “cho-so” has his judgement clouded and vision impaired. all that matters to him right now? you.

before long he can no longer ignore his cock throbbing against the inside of his sweats, and is past feeling embarrassed at the patch of pre-cum that has soaked through. he pulls away before you cum, bringing you to his level of desperation. when you fail to release your grip on his hair, that doe-eyed expression returns.

“please,” he says breathlessly, “please, sweetheart, can I fuck you?”

and who are you to deny him, when he’s made your cunt so wet and welcoming?

divider/banner credit u/cafekitsune

He's telling the kids: "A rocket is coming cover your ears." Then he tells them to remove their fingers once it's gone. At the end of the video, since the girl is wearing Messi Argentina jersey, he jokes with her saying: "They don't appreciate you anymore messi, they don't respect you anymore" to make her smile.

This is a famous influencer from gaza: Ahmed alhenawi. He came to gaza for his wedding which was a week before the genocide. The little girl here is his sister in law, and the little boy is their cousin who's staying with them since his mother was killed by Israeli bombardment.

This is the same girl who said: I wish I could just get killed right now, because I'm so exhausted. You know what's good though? They postponed examinations!

These people need you, never stop talking about Palestine. Speak up. If they find it in themselves to smile and joke during this and not fall into despair so can you. STOP THE GENOCIDE.

honeymoon- nanami kento x wife!reader

a/n- in preparation for this week’s episode, this is my ode to my husband

warnings- fem!reader, unprotected sex, praise, missionary pos, mating press, belly bulge, nanami has a big d, implied breeding kink, fluffff

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Nanami Kento had been dreaming of a vacation. Somewhere with sand and palm trees, warm weather, the ocean, you. Now it would take a lot for him to admit this because he’s not a dreamer, per se, especially with his strict work ethic, but the amount of times he had to catch himself during a shift from drifting off in a fantasy about sleeping in or relaxing on the beach, you could say he had started to reflect his child-like self.

Except every single one of those dreams could not rival the feeling of experiencing his honeymoon with you. He’d gotten what he wanted. A private villa, surrounded by greenery with a whole rainbow of colors blessing the space. Red, orange, pink, and especially white flowers would pop out from the dense leaves of the tropical garden that was essentially your front yard, their sweet perfume just light enough to not be too overbearing. The villa was perched in a cluster of palms, the white-sand beaches of the Caribbean literally at your disposal by a pathway from your bedroom, its wood-lined trail leading down to a private oceanside cove of sand and the most vivid aquamarine water you’d ever seen.

It had been five days since the two of you had arrived at your little oasis, 120 hours of complete and utter relaxation accompanied by sheer happiness. You could barely contain your excitement for the trip when he’d announced the surprise destination a month before your wedding, and that giddiness you were once feeling was multiplied tenfold. Kento Nanami was finally your husband. The man you had fallen for was now tied to you legally and emotionally, the two of you matching with the golden bands placed upon your fingers, yours just a tad bit more extravagant with the stone you had dreamt of forged perfectly into the smooth metal.

Your favorite gift you had received though was once again from your husband. It had been given on the day of your wedding, a little white, bow-tied box placed in your hands before the reception. Upon opening it, you were met with a pretty bracelet, a twisted chain of pure platinum so uniformly perfect, you knew your husband had picked it. Your favorite part however, was the tiny charm hanging from the chain, a cursive “k” inscribed into the precious material, a clear sign of your newly wed’s hand in the purchase. “I’m yours now,” he had whispered into your hair, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before helping you clasp the delicate chain around your wrist.

For days you had thanked him any way you could for his kindness, the two new additions he’d gifted so beautifully thoughtful, gifts that certainly garnered a lot of attention, especially when it came to some.. exerting activities.

It was like the atmosphere had turned you two into animals, your bodies sore from the endless (sorry for lack of a better word), fucking, the tension so thick you could feel it heavy in your chest, the warm, salty breeze flowing through the mesh, white curtains of your bedroom doing nothing to help calm your lustful state.

It was nearly dusk and your current session had started about an hour ago, any and every position you could think of already tried, your body turned and flipped a multitude of times before you were placed on your back again, thighs pushed up against your chest, your legs falling over your husband’s broad shoulders.

Your throat was dry from the fountain of moans constantly spilling from your mouth, Nanami’s name starting to sound like an imaginary word from the amount of times you’d choked out the syllables. Don’t be too embarrassed though because he was just as knocked as you, his skin flush from exertion, sweat dampening his blonde locks, and his usually cool tone of voice had turned desperate, your own name a slurred grumble or groan every time he felt you clench around him.

Your silky, white nightgown had been discarded long ago, the little scrap of fabric on the floor reminding you of what had started this escapade in the first place. The memory of Nanami’s eyes darkening when you’d emerged for bedtime had your stomach tightening and eyes squeezing shut. You’d known him for who knows how long and he still managed to make you feel like a horny teenager with just one look.

“My perfect wife,” he panted into your neck, heavy cock nudging your deepest parts, you could feel him in your belly, could even see him in your belly, the area below your navel molding just slightly into the shape of his cock every time he would push into you.

Your skin was glowing from the last remnants of sunlight reaching through the gauzey curtains, the ocean waves gentle as they crashed along the shore, wrapping you in a cocoon of pure passion, the current moment so perfect and loving, one of Nanami’s hands snaking into your palm to ground you, the other resting beside your head as he kissed the tender curve of your neck.

He was a warm lover. Caring, romantic, a listener. Someone who focuses on giving instead of stealing pleasure. That’s why it was so easy to give him your trust, to open yourself up to him emotionally, and physically. Someone who easily outshined anyone when it came to choosing who to share your remaining years with.

Your ring fingers clinked together when he pushed into you with a particularly needy thrust, the golden bands once again twining as his fingers curled over your own in a firm lock. “Only yours,” you whimpered out, voice almost breaking from your very vulnerable position, your chest compromised as your legs were propped up, the backs of your thighs fitting against his chest, folding over his shoulders at the knees.

Not only did your words drive him crazy, but the little jingle he would hear every time his hips connected with your own had his eyebrows knitting with some primal need to actually make you his. The bracelet he’d gifted you had ended up clasped around your delicate ankle, the silver charm glinting his initial in the low lights, every little reflection catching his peripheral, spurring him on. You had done it on purpose. You had known he would have you folded sooner or later and you knew how much he loved to mark you, that piece of jewelry a literal signing of his name on you.

Your mouths latched onto each other, hurried kisses ending in heavy breaths against each other’s face or neck, eventually your foreheads being the place of rest as he continued to fuck you with every ounce of energy in his body.

“-love you, s’much,” you murmured, voice lilting with the rising pleasure in your core, his thick length prodding every ridge you had to offer, that spongey spot of nerves catching his head with every pass, eliciting a gasp from your lips, Nanami’s jaw clenching as he held himself back from completely plowing into you, your approaching climax drawing a rush of liquid from your twitching cunt, trickling onto his thighs.

“I love you,” he kissed you this time, strong hand fisting the sheets beside your head, the other still clutching onto your hand as he knocked the breath from your lungs, his cock feeling like a full-blown spear impaling you, the only thing keeping you sane being his mouth on you, and the sweet-nothings groaned from his lips.

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It was dark by the time you two had truly finished with each other, your body curled up in Nanami’s lap as he lounged with you on the large chairs placed outside the curtains of your bedroom, the moonlight bouncing off the waves as they continued their trek across the shore.

His nimble fingers traced gentle shapes on your back, your upper body covered by his blue shirt, dwarfing your form in a pool of fabric, Nanami modeling your “half-nakedness” with only a pair of boxers, his strong legs visible to your very sleepy, but eager eyes.

Some type of tropical, cricket creature hummed a pretty song, coaxing your eyelids to flutter, your body sinking further into your husband’s hold, your cheek nestled gently against the soft curves of his collarbone, his heartbeat steady in your ear.

Taking note of your drifting consciousness, Nanami smiled down at your curled up form, fingers slowly letting up on their brief massage session to brace his hold. “Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured, kissing the top of your hair with such tenderness you almost agreed to get up and listen, but he was just so warm and cozy.

Pretending to not hear him, you put on your best sleeping face, mouth opening slightly to really pull it off, the tiniest of snores leaving you in a very convincing manner. Silence followed your antics before a rumble vibrated from the chest of the man you lied on, a soft laugh leaving him as he took in your ‘sleeping state’, a laugh that had your lips twitching, a smile almost breaking out on your face.

“What a shame.. the Mrs. has fallen asleep on me,” he sighed, voice filled with faux sorrow, and when he relaxed back into the chair, you thought the victory was yours, nuzzling back against his chest to comfortably relax again. That was.. before your world was turned upside down, a yelp echoing from your throat as Nanami threw you over his shoulder, your bottom cradled by his large hand as he smiled that stupid smile of his and trekked back into the bedroom, all fatigue gone from the two of you, replaced with the teasing air of aching want.

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