#and its not gonna be something that can be fixed in a day

[vmartist]

•Satoru Gojo x Male Curse Reader•

•Radar•

“and whether you like it or not, it ain’t gonna stop. ‘Cause I got you on my radar”

Content Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, sexual themes, minimal editing, blah, blah, blah, author notes at the end and I hope you enjoy <3

It’s not exactly clear when you came to be in the modern era, or why. Maybe because society lies to itself about its carnal desires? Or because everyone eventually needs a release? Whatever the case, you found yourself shifting, shaping yourself into what others crave the most. Once you sank your fangs into someone, it was only a matter of time before they succumbed. Today was no different than any other day as you stared at yourself in the mirror, no reflection of course, which always caused a pang of sadness to shoot through your heart.

I am beautiful.

Slowly, your lips curve into a smile. And you rose to your feet and dressed yourself before stepping seamlessly into society. It was like a routine you had down. The shopping districts had some of the most attractive people you’d ever seen, and today was no different. Your eyes flicked over each person, the shape of their eyes, their noses, their bodies, and their colors intrigued you as well.

Pretty.

As you rested your head on the table you sat at, you felt your face shift, morphing into what you took in today. Taking the most beautiful details and disregarding the ugly ones. Your bones cracked, snapped, and popped into place. Adjusting your posture, you sat up straight and fixed your clothes.

I am pretty.

The thought makes you giggle aloud, but no one notices, they usually never do. But, you still quickly look around to see if someone did.

…

A sigh slips past your lips as you stand up and saunter toward the food court. One of the many pleasures of humans was eating, and once you tried it you could see why. Today felt like a good day for something sweet, the mochi bar was especially tempting today. A special deal today for the kikufuku! Not like the deal mattered since you just took what you wanted without paying.

Ahead of you was a man, tall, lean from what you could tell, hair as white as snow, fair skin, and he was also getting something sweet. You walk beside him and go to grab his order when your hands brush against each other.

“Excuse me, can I help you…?” A voice rumbles from the man beside you. Up close you could finally take in his face, but unfortunately it was covered by the obnoxious sunglasses that sat on his nose.

Your eyes immediately widen, your jaw drops and you blink at him. “You…you can see me?” You mumbled out quietly.

The person working the bar quirked their brow at the man. “Who are you talking to…?” They question.

His brows shoot up and shakes his head with a curt laugh. “Ah, apologies, I was on the phone!” He glances back to you and quickly takes his order and shoots a sideways glance your way before briskly walking off.

This was an opportunity that couldn’t be passed up. Someone noticed you, finally! It’s instinct as you follow in the man’s direction and look around. You catch glimpses of his hair in the crowds as you slip by people and try to reach him. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in a secluded area, far from the shopping district now.

It wasn’t familiar to you, it was more greenery than you were accustomed to. Your eyes flick around to find your mystery man before his voice rings out to you.

“Geez you’re stubborn…I thought I’d lost you by now.” He groans out from behind you.

As you turn to face him, your lips curve into a grin. “You’d never be able to lose me…not after what just happened!” You chuckled as you stepped forward.

His brows knit together as his lips pouted down slightly. “What are you talking about…?” He scoffs.

“You can see me! You acknowledged me!” You exclaim while throwing your hands up.

He pauses for a moment before parting his lips. “Of course I can see you…you’re a curse.” He states, before removing his sunglasses to reveal the most gorgeous pair of eyes you’d ever seen. Sure, it was a simple blue but it was more than just blue to you. A sea you could get lost in, one you didn’t mind getting lost in. “Which means…I’ll have to exorcise you…”

Want. No, need.

You blink a couple times and see the man’s face shift from mild irritation to shock.

“…? My eyes…?” He murmured to himself as he stared at you.

You cock your head at him and nod. “When I see something I like, I take it.”

He clicks his tongue and hums. “That much is obvious from earlier when you tried to take my stuff…” he muttered.

Immediately you pout at him and sigh. “I’m sorry…I didn’t know you’d be able to see me…so I figured I could just take it and leave.”

He shakes his head at you. “You know what? I don’t have time for you…” he waves you off and walks off.

You’re quick to try to follow behind. “Wait!” You call out to him before he’s out of your sight. “…he hates me…” you sighed as you dropped your shoulders and sunk your head.

The following weeks kept you awake, it’s a good thing you don’t need sleep. The man’s essence kept you up and mapping out every single detail of him. His white hair, his pale fair skin, tall lean body, his nose bridge, those thin pink lips and his slim fingers…what it would feel like to be wrapped around your…

Plan.

A plan is what you needed, and a plan is what you had. You find yourself alone and cackling, nearly screaming at the thoughts that pass through your mind.

He will be—no. He is mine.

Normally the process is short and requires very little cursed energy. Before it was only taking bits and pieces of a person, taking the beauty of society. Now however, you’re taking the entirety of a person, everything that makes them, them. Or rather, him, him. It had to be perfect, although there were hiccups and gaps where you couldn’t see.

His body would have to be completely bare to you before you could copy him completely. But for now, it was near perfection, all that was left was his voice and the parts of him he had hidden behind his clothes. Mimicking the voice was another trying task, but luckily stalking him over a period of time made it much easier. Every night was another night of retching and throwing away previous persons features. It was all worth it to make room for him.

Your room was now littered with bones of various sizes and shapes, dried blood and viscera, mucus and puss of different colors. If only you could see yourself, how perfect you were. But instead you’re forced to face the cost of this ‘power’. As you feel your body snap into place, causing a few cracks and creaks as you stand up, you open your eyes and touch your hands together.

“…it’s…near perfection…” you whispered to yourself.

Dusk falls, perfect timing to be on the prowl and take another soul down to ecstasy. Your footsteps echo out into the dark as you make your way through the city. The bright lights and heavy air causes your throat to tighten. Suddenly the air feels denser than before, you turn around to face your desire.

“…Oh a cheap copy…I was wondering why you kept lingering around me for those months…” he muttered as he messed with the blindfold over his eyes.

Your thin lips curve up into a smirk. “Cheap…?” There’s a moment of silence before your lips drop from a smirk into a sullen frown. “Aw man…that’s actually…uber lame. I was expecting a better reaction considering the effort and time I put into this…”

A scoff erupts from his throat immediately. “From what I sense, all you’re doing is cheap imitation…you can’t actually use Six Eyes or Limitless…can you?” He cocks his head at you as the question leaves his lips.

You squirm slightly under his gaze and whine. “Huh? What’s that? Your technique…?” You pause and place a hand under your chin and hum. “Hm…”

The man across from you stares quietly from behind the blindfold before holding his hand out. Your azure eyes flick up before your lips curve upward. Immediately you rush over and try to wrap your arms around him but you can’t.

“Hey what gives!? I can’t hug you…?” You mumbled as you pulled back.

He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. “Why are you so obsessed with me anyway? You don’t even know my name do you…?”

You pause and pout softly. “No…but that changes nothing!” There’s a small pause before you part your lips. “Could you…tell me your name…?”

He stands still and cocks his head at you with a smirk.

“Please…?”

He laughs and shrugs. “Satoru Gojo. Do you have a name…?” Satoru asks.

Satoru Gojo. Pretty name…

“…sure I have a name…but I’d prefer yours…” you sigh with a lovesick smile.

Satoru places his hands over his hips and chuckles. “You’re not planning on replacing me are you…?”

Immediately you shake your head. “No! No…I don’t think I could…”

There’s a brief pause in the conversation as your eyes are glued to your feet. Satoru brings his hand up to flick your forehead. “I got a question for you…don’t bore me okay?”

You blink and stare at him. “Hm…?”

“There was cases a couple months ago, days before we’d met actually. People going missing…then reappearing. Was that you?” He questions.

Your lips purse together. “Are you accusing me?”

This causes a rumble of laughter to escape his throat. “You’re pretty funny for a curse…Sure, I am accusing you.” He shrugs.

“Yeah…some of those cases were me…how’d you figure?” You confirmed while cocking your head.

Satoru adjusts his blindfold and reveals one of his eyes. “The people affected said they saw themselves briefly as they entered ‘bliss’. So you don’t actually kill the people you copy…but I’m still confused on the whole ‘bliss’ thing…all the victims were extremely vague.”

A grin makes its way to your lips. “That’s a shame…they should’ve all just been open and honest about it. Their desires were so…delicious.” You whispered as your tongue lapped over your lips quickly.

This makes his brows knit together and furrow. “…you’re an odd one..” his brows then relax and his smirk his back. “…but that makes things interesting.”

There’s a small pause between you two. “Huh…? You want to fight?” You ask while tilting your head slightly.

He snaps his blindfold back over his eyes and leaps backward with his hands in his pockets. “Like I said…don’t bore me…” he chuckles.

The next half an hour solidified your feelings for him, Satoru Gojo. He fought with such fever that left you amazed and craving more. You both exchanged hits between each other as well as playful and occasionally flirty banter that left smiles on your lips. Somehow, you’re now on top of his lap, straddling his body into the ground as you gaze down at him.

“…it makes sense that only Satoru Gojo could defeat Satoru Gojo…” he muses from underneath you.

You lean down, nose to nose with him. “You were holding back…because deep down…you know you want this.”

His breath catches in his throat before he swallows and huffs out a laugh. “What can I say? I’m curious…and besides…you didn’t bore me.”

No time was wasted after his words as you tilted your head and locked your lips between his and shut your eyes. Satoru stared up with wide eyes before he slowly shut them and leaned into the kiss. As you synced your lips together and slowly darted your tongue between his lips and toward his throat, his erection poked between your legs.

A bridge of saliva connects your lips as you pull away. “You’re…eager.” You hum as swallow his spit. This causes his hips to buck forward before you firmly push them down and shake your head with a cackle. “Ah, ah, ah…” you tutted. “…the fun has only just begun…”

Satoru grits his teeth, biting back his strained cries and whimpers as he’s restrained. “…not…fair…” he spits out weakly.

A sigh passed through your lips as you bring your slender fingers to his jackets zipper and slide it down. “…what’s not fair…is how you’re holding out on me…” His eyes follow your movements and he feels his mouth go dry.

Once his jacket was discarded, you leaned down to plant kisses down his face, then his neck, across his chest and down to his abs before you stop at his v-line. His fingers dug deeper into your scalp, gripping the tufts of hair tightly and tugging. “Keep going…” he huffs out roughly.

Slowly you rise to grip his belt buckle, slowly fiddling with it. “Oh man…this is sooo hard…” Underneath his pants was the outline of his erect cock, twitching and pulsing for release.

Satoru drops his hands down to his belt as he almost shoves you off. “J-Just let me do it!” He whines, his voice cracking slightly. He sloppily slips his belt off and tosses it aside before reaching for the button and popping it. His breathing growing heavier as sweat drips down his forehead, and his cheeks dusted a deep shade of crimson. Once he slides the zipper down he lets out a breath of relief as his cock is now only strained by his boxers.

His eyes fall back on you as his chest rises and drops, his brows knitted together and dick twitching. “Well…? I’m not just gonna play with myself…” he smirks and hums. “Unless that’s what you’re into…”

Immediately you climb over him and unsheathed his penis from his boxers and grip the base firmly. This causes him to take a sharp inhale and grit his teeth as he stares at you. Pre spills from his tip and down his mid length. You press your thumb between the slit of the head of the penis and rub gently, drawing out a couple erotic moans from the other man as more pre spills and dribbles down his penis. Using the pre as makeshift lube, you slide your fingers down to his base and begin to pump him slowly.

Gripping the base before sliding up to the head before sliding back down. Satoru shuts his eyes as he occasionally bucks his hips, craving more friction and whimpering as he does so.

“…you’re perfect…” you uttered.

A breathless laugh shudders past his parted lips as he nods. “I…I know…”

His cock twitches with anticipation in your grasp, wet and leaking. Slowly you stop pumping, which causes him to crack open his lids and stare at you with a frown. You leaned over and pecked the tip with your lips, pre dribbles down your lips but you quickly mop it up with your tongue and swallow. Satoru blinks at you before gulping and gripping the ground. Before he can argue, you give his tip another gentle kiss before sliding your tongue around.

He gasps immediately and bucks his cock into your mouth. As you pull your mouth back he tries to push his cock back inside sloppily.

“Gah…fuck. Why do you keep stopping?” He whimpers out.

Your eyes flick up to meet his half lidded ones. “We’re making love together…not a quick flick…be patient…” you replied before taking his entire length into your mouth.

This jolts Satoru as his eyes widen and he cries out. You feel each twitch of his dick, each vein pop and pulse, and the pre that keeps coming down. As you swallow, you bring a hand to cup his balls as you gently squeeze, coaxing out a groan mixed with a moan.

“Do-Don’t stop…” he breathes out.

Slowly you pull back and watch him as his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, his fingers clenching at his sides and his head falling back. You slink back on your knees and quickly take off whatever remaining clothes you had, feeling your body change below the belt slightly to match the man across from you.

Slowly climbing on top and spreading your legs slightly, you slide his dick between your cheeks before feeling the puckered hole stretch. Even though it isn’t your first time, doing it with a new body proved to be challenging all over again. At the same time though, it provided a pleasurable experience. As you feel his length slide in, he brings his hands to your hips and grips gently, rocking into you slowly.

“Fuck…” he groans out. “You’re so tight…” he winces as he continues to rock into you at a slow pace.

You begin to place your hands over his to keep them in place as you stare down at him. “How does it feel to fuck yourself…? I am mimicking your body after all…” you question with a grin.

A breathless laugh slips past his lips as he gazes up to you. “I’m amazing…although I had to get past the original discomfort…” he mumbled.

You nod in response as his pace begins to pick up. “You could at least try to enjoy yourself…”

He immediately shakes his head with a smirk. “After that act earlier…? Like hell I’m gonna take my time with you…” he breathes out before bucking his hips forward.

A cry mixed into a moan is evoked from you before he begins to strike up into your stretched hole. Any attempts to plea and reason have no effect now as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His hands swiftly switch from your hips to your cheeks as he grips each one and digs in his nails slightly.

“This…is…how it should’ve been from the start…” he huffs out as he slams into you again. “You take me so well…” he hums with a satisfied grin.

Your body begins to tremble with waves of pleasure and pain. Drool dribbles down your bottom lip and spills onto his pelvis. He swipes it off with his fingers and brings it to your lips. “Lick that off of me…” he commands. You part your lips and lap up your spilled saliva quickly. “Good boy…” he chuckles.

As he continues his relentless thrusting, his cock twitches inside more frequently, and his thrusts feel more sloppy and slow. His grip on you tightens. “You owe me this…this release…” he heaves out as he grits his teeth. After one final thrust, his shuts his eyes and parts his lips letting out a guttural moan. His dick stops twitching before he pulls out, and his seed spill out of your abused hole and down your inner thighs.

He falls onto his back beside you and sighs. “…I needed that…so maybe I don’t have to kill you.” He laughs.

You turn your head to him, inching closer before leaning against him. “Right…because I’m a curse…”

——–—————————————————————

I’d wanted to write a one shot for a while. And I was listening to Blackout for the millionth time and all the songs are great for one shots I had in mind. Ultimately I decided on Radar after listening to the lyrics and just crafting up a quick narrative in mind. From the start I wanted it to be smut, but with some plot. This is actually the first time I’ve posted any smut content so apologies if it’s not to anyone’s taste. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and with that I leave you with one last thing. Have a good one, drink your water, take care of yourself and buh-bye<3

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Today I will be kind to myself

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[arsenicflame]

stede is 'oh this place has something related to my interest i must go in immediately' autistic and izzy is 'if we deviate one inch from my plan for today i will murder someone' autistic

[dawnthefluffyduck]

New game interest unlocked

(crow in bottom right belongs to @patchwork-crow-writes)

[kavehayati]

I am actually so sick of my tl on twt being flooded by complaints like be so freaking for real if you hate the game just leave stop playing it I promise it’s okay

[kitteqq]

flashing colors & loud audio warning

remixed a dust dust curse animation meme on scratch ^_^ this is just so. billy core to me. hes miserable horray

code: YEET_THE_TIGER (scratch) art: kitteqq

[watery-melon-baller]

im never quite good at dealing with people venting to me because my automatic response is to offer them a solution, and i get frustrated if they continue to vent without taking the solution, especially if it's a simple solution. i am aware that everyone has issues and that things are difficult but sometimes i see my friends and i just get so. envious and annoyed because they can just sit there and whine without even doing anything. which is a cruel thing to think because they do have legitimate issues but every time they're talking im just always thinking in the back of my head just do the fucking thing. Just do it. It doesn't Matter if X and Y are affecting you just fucking do it you have to do it you can't just sit on your ass and not do it. and i don't want to say that to my friends because it is mean and not nice and they have real legitimate issues and i completely understand where they're coming from and why they're struggling but my internal dialogue is a constant manta of "didnt ask didn't care stop being a little bitch and get over yourself and do it" because that's what i have to tell myself to get anything done

[pettyprocrastination]

DEEPLY PERSONAL POST INCOMING

Having my first (pseudo) relationship with a dom/sub dynamic has helped me realize a lot about myself in kink but also in life and what I deserve in relationships

[cavity-collector]

i genuinely need to be put down like a dog i cant do this anymore man holy shit

[todayisafridaynight]

That prev anon was right about calling you mine people always talk about how Mine is so horny for daigo when in reality he probably shuts down at the thought of holding daigos hand it’s too much for him!

Hes so real for that tbh like i get it ……. I really do …….

[hollow-vok]

Ohh im obssesed

[coridallasmultipass]

It took me, ugh, MONTHS (2), to get to cleaning the two shrimp tanks I have... I had IRL issues going on that would have made it extremely difficult to do a water change especially while injured, and I just had to keep putting it off. It's just shrimp, so it wasn't like, the worst situation, especially since I have established plants and the tanks are a couple years old. There was just a lot of algae build-up on the glass, and, well... Let me just say it was not contributing to my mental health and well-being while the tanks were in that state.

I tested the water before I started cleaning and the parameters were fine (like, I could have left the tanks even longer if I would be okay with selling my soul to the Algae Collective), and the plants and shrimp look fine, too (I mean, I've obviously been keeping an eye on the tanks bc I sit right next to them). Actually, I'd wager to say that the plants are looking really great (the lilies haven't died off [yet? This is the longest period of time I've seen them stay... foliage... fol... foliated? Idk.] and the cryptocoryne in the 10gal is fucking huge and needs to be rearranged, just not right now). That fucking algae was a motherfucker to get off the 10gal (it's a plastic tank and I think that makes the algae grip harder than the glass 5gal).

[Also, fyi, depending on the tank's needs and stability, recommended water changes are a small one every week or every other week. My parameters don't seem to do anything dramatic, so I usually aim for a 20-30% water change every third week (just depends on how much vacuuming needs to be done and how cooperative the shrimp are with moving aside). So 2 months is still a lot. I still did the normal 30% ish amount, since doing more will risk the shrimp's well-being if there's a sudden change in everything, and my water parameters indicated a change was unnecessary - but I don't test for more than the minimum freshwater tests, so there could be a buildup of some mineral I'm not testing for, which is why the change IS actually necessary regardless of what my test kit says - because these tanks were evaporating a lot in summer, it condenses the minerals added with each water addition, even tho I usually top up with R.O. water.]

My back is fucking killing me lol. It has been killing me since spring when it 'went out' for the first time, and I'm not getting any relief, it sucks. But this had to be done.

The 5gal is looking pretty cloudy still, since the filter was super gunked up and I accidentally spilled gunk back in, so I may need to retest the 5gal parameters tomorrow just to make sure I don't have to do another water change, but it'll probably be fine, right? Shrimp love mulm and detritus. I did give both tanks a big ole algae tab for their trouble, tho. (I need a fuckening dish for the big tank. I really wanna clean off that white quartz rock again, but being white means it's an algae magnet, and it's just gonna go green again after a month or two.)

Anyway, shrimp tax:

I lov thees widdle oange bebies.

Wish I could take better pictures rn, but I am. Like. Dying. My recommendation: never live in an A-frame style room if you have the option. The wall above my tanks is slanted, and NOT fun for my back to bend underneath the wall for maintenance. (My only flat wall in the room is for my TV/PC.) Also, treat your back nicely, in general. I unfortunately have not had the option to treat my back nicely since spring (fall now), because 'when it rains it pours,' and heavy shit that needs to be moved will not move itself. Once I get a few more things in my room in order, I will hopefully be done with the IRL chaos, bc I have Halloween socks to knit, and I'm not putting that off for another year. (I'm still mad that I couldn't make the ones I planned last year. And I found more Halloween yarn I forgot I bought, so I'm gonna try to make multiple socks.) And I just really need to fucking chill and knit and stop having panic attacks and meltdowns.

[arionaleilani]

1. it’s my 24th birthday today, so my goal of being published by the time i’m 25 is now a one year looming monster, but i never specified what kind of published and am currently looking in various literary magazines that are recommended for writers who have yet to be published, so i’m surprisingly confident that i can make it work? and tbh even if whatever i write isn’t officially published before my 25th birthday, if i have someone in the process of being published then i’ll be happy!! no matter what though, i’m gonna try to be proud of myself for at least giving it my best shot!!

2. i honestly love that my birthday is on the ides of march because the ides of march meme shitposting is only a thing on tumblr but it also being my birthday makes it easier to like. be excited about the ides of march outside of tumblr. like even in person i can be like “it’s my birthday! i’m an ides of march babe (:” and if someone is like oh what’s that? or if they say something along the lines of oh like julius caesar? i can be like yep!! and even if it’s a small thing outside of tumblr it brings me immense enjoyment and amusement being able to bring it up off of tumblr

3. transportation situation has been very rough since june 2023 when i totalled my car, my gap insurance are being assholes and i ended up putting my foot down on the phone with them yesterday which i’m pretty proud of because i am NOT a confrontational person (something i’ve been working on this past year, so seeing some improvement with my ability to hold my ground and not be a pushover yesterday was very cool!!) i was told i’d get a response from them by friday next week no matter what, and if i don’t then friday of next week i will continue to wreak havoc upon them. but my moms car which i’ve been using since my accident broke down yesterday, hopefully it’s fixable but my parents were saying it might be done for, so trying to think of how i’m gonna get to work next week is kind of stressing me out lmao, but for now i’m just gonna focus on enjoying my birthday the best i can because i don’t want to start off being 24 with an overwhelming anxiety for something that won’t be a potential issue until monday. plus i already messaged my boss today to let her know that i’m going to do everything i can to make it work out but just so she’s in the loop and knows of the potential of me not being able to make my morning shifts (one of my coworkers said she’s more than happy to give me a ride for our afternoon shifts which does help relieve some of the stress!) and i told her i’d let her know for sure sunday so that if necessary she can have time to figure out someone to fill in for me in the mornings!

overall: life is weird and i ended being 23 yesterday with a shitty situation but a positive outlook and i am going to enjoy my first day of being 24 no matter what because honestly i fucking earned it. happy friday everyone, i hope it’s a good day for you and me both!

[elegyofthemoon]

got my schedule!!!!!

IT IS INCOMPLETE !!!!!!!

[artemisbarnowl]

My dad is attempting to kill himself with golf tomorrow it's like the longest most boring Superbowl ever but only my family care.

(what he's actually doing is attempting to play 5 golf games in a day. 90 holes. A typical game is 3.5 to 4 hours and involves about 10km of walking. also he's carrying his clubs because he doesn't believe in buggies. Hand pulled or ride on. Last year he did 4 games and got heatstroke really bad. Mama is supporting team 'he'll be fine' by making him special hydro drinks. My siblings and I are on team 'observing the wonderful array of problems papa has caused for himself with lack of prep and care')

He's leaving at 4am and won't be back until the evening. I am a little concerned that if he's only half dead when he gets home I'll have to fix him since mum is at work. But beyond the set up of bucket and fluids there's not much to be done.