Sep 10, 2023
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i cannot with this man
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Everyone please look at the artwork Kaiji Tang drew himself for autograph signing 😭😭😭
Finding out Kaiman and Kai/Aikawa and Ai all have different VAs really fucked me up I just thought Aleks Le was doing a really great job
Maomao & Jinshi: The only characters in Anime RN with more complexity, repressed emotions and slow burn/sexual tension I think I’ve ever seen.
The Space Between Messages (Ch. 60)
You're nestled on the pullout couch in the living room, perfectly sandwiched between the two most important people in your world. Satoru is behind you, his arm draped over your waist as he spoons you, his breath warm against your neck. In front of you, Kai is curled up, his small frame fitting perfectly against yours as you spoon him. On the coffee table in front of him sits a bowl filled with a chaotic mix of Hot Cheetos and Doritos, which you occasionally reach over Kai's head to grab.
All three of you are engrossed in an episode of Naruto, the familiar theme song having just ended. On screen, Kakashi stands mysterious as ever, his mask covering half his face.
"I wonder what Kakashi looks like under his mask," Kai suddenly asks, his eyes still fixed on the television.
"I've wondered the same thing," you admit, reaching for a Cheeto.
"Probably just another mask," Satoru says from behind you, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or maybe he's secretly ugly as sin and that's why he never takes it off."
"Satoru!" you scold lightly, elbowing him playfully.
Kai giggles. "Oh.” he says, turning slightly to look at both of you, "I know what I want to be for Halloween."
"Oh?" you ask, ruffling his hair.
“Gojoman!” he announces excitedly. "Do you have another blindfold that I could borrow?"
Satoru chuckles, the sound vibrating through your back. "Might be hard for you to see with the blindfold on, kid. How about I let you borrow my glasses instead?”
Kai's eyes widen. "Whoa, really?
"Of course," Satoru says with a grin you can hear in his voice. "You are the second strongest sorcerer after all. We’ll even buy you a white wig and style it while we're at it."
Kai lets out an excited squeal that makes you chuckle and roll your eyes. Of course Satoru would encourage our son's obsession with him.
Eventually, Kai's breathing evens out, his body growing heavy against yours as he falls asleep mid-episode. You carefully try to extract yourself to take him to his room, but Satoru stops you.
"I'll get him," he whispers, gently moving your arm from around Kai. With impossible grace, he lifts Kai into his arms as if he weighs nothing. You follow them to Kai's room, watching as Satoru tucks him into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin.
You lean down to kiss Kai's forehead, "Goodnight, sweet boy," you whisper.
Satoru takes your hand, leading you back to his bedroom. The moment the door closes behind you, the domestic bliss shifts into something else entirely—something hungry, urgent, and raw.
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Your wrists are bound to the headboard of your bed, silk restraints digging just enough into your skin to remind you who's in control. He has you exactly where he wants you, wearing exactly what he asked you to. The cerulean blue lingerie he'd tucked in your closet now clings to your sweat-slicked skin, completely transparent in some places where his mouth has been.
Sweat runs down your temples as you lay there stretched out on the bed, widespread and looking down. All you can see is his impossibly blue eyes staring back at you, pupils blown with that frantic, predatory insane look that Satoru gets when he's completely lost in you. Your vision blurs as he works you with almost his entire fist, pumping his fingers in and out, licking them clean before plunging back inside.
"mmph…Satoru," you moan again and again, your voice breaking with each thrust of his fingers. The sounds are obscene—wet, rhythmic, accompanied by your desperate panting and his low groans of approval.
"That's it," he purrs against your inner thigh, the vibration of his voice sending shivers through your entire body. His breath is hot against your sensitive skin, and you can feel the smirk in his tone. "I'm going to break you with my fingers first, then ruin you with my tongue. And when you're all sensitive and trembling, I'm finally going to push inside you, and I want to feel you clench around me so tightly as you come all over me for the third time."
He pauses, his cerulean eyes locking with yours as he adds with a playful glint, "Think you can handle that? Or should I go for four?"
"t-too much.."
You moan his name again, helpless to do anything else. He continues his relentless pursuit, his wrist twisting just right with every pump. Sweat drips from his face down to his perfect abs, his white hair falling into his face, perfectly drenched. He watches you come undone with a hunger that never seems satisfied, his own breathing becoming ragged.
Your back arches off the bed as you tighten around his fingers. Finally, a wave of pleasure washes over you so intense you see stars behind your eyelids. Your cries fill the room as you convulse around his hand, your body trembling uncontrollably.
But Satoru doesn't let you settle. He's ready for round two immediately, spreading you even wider. His fingers move out of the way as he leans down, licking his lips before giving you one long, deliberate lick from your arousal all the way up to your belly button. He sucks on your tits, one then the other, before making his way back down again.
He starts lapping at your juices, drinking you in as if he's been starving for this. You're helplessly at his mercy, and he knows it and loves it. The bulge in his boxers strains against the fabric, a dark spot forming where he's already dripping. He's just as aroused as you've been, but he's patiently waiting—savoring every moment.
His tongue works you into another frenzy, and you come again, this time crying out his name so loudly you're glad the gojo estate is soundproofed. Your thighs tremble as you try to close them around his head, but he holds you open, relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure.
"How are you.." you pant, trying to catch your breath as your body trembles with aftershocks “still going..”
"Now for round three," he grins, finally sliding his boxers off. His springs free, thick and hard and already leaking.
"Mm..." he purrs, his voice a low rumble as he slowly pushes himself inside you. His head tilts back, exposing the long line of his throat. "F-fuck," he groans, the sound ripped from his chest. His lips part, eyes sliding shut as his brows furrow in concentration.
You feel him stretching you, filling you completely. "nghhhn," you moan, the sound torn from your throat as your back arches off the bed.
He pushes in deeper, his hips rolling in a deliberate, maddening rhythm. "You always feel... so goddamn incredible,"" he grunts out, each word punctuated by another shallow thrust. He moves closer, resting his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "California girl..." The nickname is a possessive caress before he takes your mouth, devouring your lips in a searing kiss as he finally, fully pushes all the way inside.
He grunts against your lips as your body clenches around him involuntarily. "Fuck," he breathes, his hips stilling for a moment. "I love the way that feels. You're so fucking perfect."
He begins to move, slowly at first, then faster, deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. The silk restraints bite into your wrists as you strain against them, wanting to touch him, to hold him, but he keeps you bound exactly as he wants you.
"Please," you gasp, your voice barely recognizable. "Satoru, please... I need to touch you. I need to feel you."
He slows his movements, looking down at you with those intense blue eyes. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
"Well," he whispers, "since you asked so nicely."
With one hand, he reaches up and quickly unties the silk restraints, all while still buried deep inside you. The moment your wrists are free, you dig your nails into his back, scratching hard enough to leave marks.
His back arches beautifully at the sensation, a guttural moan escaping his lips. "Fuck," he groans, his hips bucking harder now.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as your hands explore his back, his shoulders, tangling in his sweat-dampened white hair. The freedom to touch him intensifies every sensation, every movement. His pace becomes frantic, his breathing ragged as he drives into you again and again.
"You're mine," he growls against your neck, his pace becoming erratic. "Mine forever.”
"Ngh... oh God, Satoru..." you pant, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of your eyes. "I... I love you..."
He stops entirely for a second, his entire body stilling above you. Then he cups your face in his hands, his beautiful eyes locking with yours, burning with desire, and with something else—sincerity, vulnerability, pain.
"And I love you..." he whispers, his voice ragged as he resumes his rhythm, pushing deeper than before. "I love you," he pants with each thrust. "Fuck... fuck, I love you, California Girl... so fucking much..." he thrusts again, harder this time. "So fucking much it terrifies me..."
Your third orgasm builds quickly, more intense than the first two combined. As it crashes over you, your vision whites out completely. Effortlessly, he turns you over so you're laying on his chest, boneless and completely spent. Both of you are drenched in sweat, and you hear the rhythm of his heartbeat gradually even out beneath your ear. He kisses your head.
"Ready for round four?" he asks, his voice already teasing.
"Absolutely not..." you manage weakly.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. You feel yourself drifting until sleep takes you completely under, and when you come back to yourself, you're somewhere else entirely.
The darkness recedes slowly, like a tide reluctantly pulling away from the shore. You blink once, then twice, but your vision remains blurred, shapes and colors melting together in an indistinct haze. Muffled voices echo around you, their words lost in the cavernous space.
As your eyes adjust, the rough texture of stone walls comes into focus. You're in a cave, dimly lit by what appears to be flickering torchlight casting dancing shadows across the uneven surfaces. The air is damp and carries the metallic scent of old blood.
Before you, a figure sits bound to a wooden chair. All you can see is the back of her head—long, silvery-white hair cascading down her back, immaculate even in these grim conditions. This is Mei Mei. You'd never seen her before, but somehow you knew, instinctively, that this was the woman who'd been watching your son.
"Who sent you?" The male voice cuts through the haze now, sharp and dangerously calm. It's familiar—too familiar.
Mei Mei doesn't turn. Her shoulders move slightly in what might be a shrug. "Is that really your first question?"
"…What do they want with Kai?" he asks again, ignoring her response.
A soft chuckle escapes Mei Mei's lips. The sound echoes strangely in the cave, almost mocking.
"You're testing my patience," the voice warns, moving closer now. You can make out his silhouette—tall, slender, with distinctive white hair that almost matches Mei Mei's. Satoru. "How much is the council paying you?"
Mei Mei laughs again, this time more genuinely. "The council? The council, please." She shakes her head slightly. "As if I would ever work for such scum."
"…Then who" Satoru's voice drops lower, more intense, “I’m not going to ask again."
Before either of them can say another word, you're jolted awake, your heart pounding in your chest. You find yourself still lying in Satoru's arms, his breathing steady and even. He looks so peaceful while he's asleep, so beautiful, so vulnerable—a stark contrast to the man in your dream.
You try to carefully extract yourself from his embrace, but he notices immediately, his arms tightening around you instinctively.
"Mmm... where do you think you're going?" he mumbles, his eyes still closed.
You don't answer, your mind racing. This... whatever this is... Mei Mei, Kai... it feels like something much worse than you've been letting yourself believe. Dread begins to seep into your bones, cold and heavy.
Satoru notices your silence. He opens his eyes now, those piercing cerulean orbs scanning yours in the dim morning light. "Everything okay?" His brows furrow slightly.
You hesitate, then decide you can't keep this to yourself any longer. "I... I'm worried," you continue softly. "I want to talk to Mei Mei..."
He cuts you off immediately, his voice sharp. "Not happening."
"Satoru, I have a right to know what's going on. I want to be the one to talk to her... to ask her..."
He sits up slightly, pulling you with him.
"I know," he says, his voice softening slightly. "I know, but it's too dangerous. She's a curse user, and—"
"Satoru, please," you cut in again, frustration building.
"No," he says firmly. "Just leave it to me. I'll handle it."
Annoyed, you pull away from him and get out of bed. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice still laced with sleep.
"To shower," you answer, your tone clipped.
"Oh, I'll join you."
"Nope," you say without turning around.
"Cute that you think you have a choice," he chuckles, the sound warming your back despite your anger.
As frustrated as you are, you can never stay angry at him for long. He's out of bed in an instant, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. He starts the water for you, adjusting the temperature perfectly.
You try to push the dream to the back of your mind, but it keeps resurfacing. You haven't even told Satoru you're having dreams again, and the weight of that secret feels heavier now than ever before. You feel so incredibly helpless in this situation.
In the shower, you feel strong arms wrap around you as his hands start to soap you—your neck, your breasts, your belly, and lower.
"I know you're worried," his voice comes from behind you as he trails kisses down your neck. "But just let me handle it, okay? It's too dangerous for you to be anywhere near that woman. You're just going to have to trust me." He whispers as he lightly nibbles your ear.
You tilt your head back against his shoulder. "Promise me you'll tell me... as soon as you know anything... as soon as you talk to her."
He continues his path down your neck and agrees with a low "Mhm..."
You let yourself lean back against him, pretending his answer was enough.
It wasn't.
Because for the first time since the dreams had returned, you were starting to wonder if Satoru was hiding something too.
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A/N: IT IS DONE!!! 🎓✨ I officially finished my graduate program and now have my master's degree in speech-language pathology!!!
This last semester was BRUTAL. I'm not even exaggerating when I say I felt like Gojo trapped in the Prison Realm for half of it 😭 but we made it out. We survived.
On top of that, I've officially started working as a full-fledged speech therapist at a school! It's honestly been a lot, and I'm definitely feeling a little burnt out after everything, but summer break is right around the corner. I'm hoping that'll give me more time to rest, write, and actually do things that aren't work-related for once.
Also, completely unrelated, but I'm going to Anime Expo on Saturday and KAIJI TANG IS GOING TO BE THERE. I'm so excited 😭 I'm absolutely bringing one of my Gojo Funko Pops to get signed. If everything goes according to plan, I'll be coming home with a very special addition to my JJK collection.
Anyway, enough rambling from me lol. Thank you all for being patient while life was life-ing.💙
After this chapter, what are we thinking? 👀
Satoru is hiding something
Satoru is protecting Reader
Both can be true at the same time
I'm too distracted by Kai wanting to be Gojoman
i KNEW dazai and gojo shared a voice actor I KNEW it I KNEW IT I KNEW IT
I imagine Kaiji Tang as the VA of Angel Min/Min-San
Since I have created the two template memes for headcanon voice actors/actresses and voice claims for either my OCs or some voiceless characters in media which my friends and mutuals can also use who I trust, here's my own take on it but with Angel Min/Min-San, my Brawl Stars OC =^////^= I most of the times imagined Angel Min's voice actor to be Kaiji Tang, if he was infact real in the Brawl Stars universe canonically, with his voice claims being of some Kaiji Tang's voice roles like: Gojo Satoru from the english dub of Jujutsu Kaisen, Yasuhiro Hagakure from Danganronpa, (the game version, not the anime), Tony the sloth from the 2017 Jungle Bunch movie and Sanemi Shinazugawa from the english dub of Demon Slayer =^_^=
I hope you all will like this my brave heroes and friends, I still apologize for not making much content whether of Hero 108 or Brawl Stars or anything else and I also didn't post those last four parts of my fav characters in color, but I will make sure to do it on friday and to draw more this weekend especially since I'm finishing school next week, wish me luck on the final week next week. T///T;
~Please do not make any mean comments or unclear criticism of any kind on any of my posts, whether it be on these ones with my artworks, doodles, comics and arts (whether they be traditionally on paper or digitally on MS paint or Ibispaint) or just random yet fun posts, collages, memes, etc... Only the constructive and helpful criticism that can help me improve will do. I understand that some of you might not like or be confused or just not your taste by it but this is just for my own liking and creativity and it's only harmless fun whether they be Hero 108 or Brawl Stars or anything else, and I'll be very gracious to respect you all if you respect me back.
