There Also Needs To Be A Button For This Is The 5000th Time Ive Read Your Fic Because Im Having A Horrible

There also needs to be a button for “this is the 5000th time I’ve read your fic because I’m having a horrible day and this is the only thing in the world that always brings me happiness.”

one thing about me? I fucking love florkofcows comics. So have some OM! flork edits. (:

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

Thirst/comfort???? How about Luci about to have sex with reader (their first time) and they cant at all relax? They're really tense and shaky because they know its gonna hurt. (Luci comforting reader during the whole thing? i dont know if this counts as a thirst)

-🍊Oranchi🍊

18+ nsfw headcanon // minors do not interact

Omg 😩💕!!!

Lucifer is a caretaker at heart and that extends to the bedroom. Depending on what u want huehue 😏

He knows if it's done right, it shouldn't be that painful. Of course he knows everyone is different but he assures you that he will try to make it the least painful as possible, 'slow and steady' is how it'll be done he tells you when he sees how nervous you are.

He would be so soft and sweet, he loves you and he wouldn't do anything to harm you. He would check in on you frequently through out the whole session. He'd be so gentle, praising you when he can.

"Look at how well you're taking my fingers already."

He'd press soft tender kisses to your face and neck as his warm lubed up fingers gently finger fuck you. He'd murmur a small "we can stop anytime you're uncomfortable my little lamb."

He will make sure you're as comfortable as you can be. After all, and perhaps there's some selfishness here, it'd hurt his pride if you didn't enjoy your first time with him.

"Mm...doing so good. The tip is already in, how are you feeling?" He asks and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"Oh my little lamb wants more? Very well then." ⬦

also someone requested a virgin mc version of this back in june and I've been sitting on it ever since. perhaps I should continue to work on it?🫣

Lucifers part is actually done and idk if I wanna release that by itself or not in case I don't actually finish it... Decisions of an amateur writer. 😔

Reblog to kill it faster

shared controllers - chapter 1 [a jjk streamer au]

plot summary: gojo satoru is one of the most famous faceless gaming streamers in the industry. under the pseudonym 6 eyes, he constantly dominates ranking charts and enjoys a life of relative ease and comfort. you are an up and coming streamer who decides to raid his stream one day - but to her demise, he brushes her off. or so she thought…

cw: suggestive content. smut in later chapters (minors DNI). female reader intended (but no descriptions of body type, hair, etc.)

wc: 3.6k // pairing: streamer!gojo x streamer!reader

a/n: this is a rewrite of my first ever fanfic that i posted in january 2023. i’m working on rewriting and reposting them in a queue, probably in batches of 3 chapters at a time. no y/n use (i put ___ to denote reader). some usernames have spaces between the @, i did that to prevent actual ppl with that username from being tagged lol

stream lingo: a stream deck is a piece of hardware that allows you to transition between stream presets and apps on your computer. raiding someone means taking your viewership and dropping them on another person who is currently streaming, signaling you’re done for the night. mmo is short for massive multiplayer online game. moba is short for multiplayer online battle arena. vod is short for video on demand, which is when someone’s stream is saved for later viewing

Enter Player 1 … loading … @ pastelvoid // ___

“That’s all it took?!” 

You cursed at your screen before sighing and setting the controller down. After several hours, you had been struggling to grind levels in the underwater mines of your favorite farming sim Reef Village, and you managed to hit the last miniboss and complete a checkpoint. You smoothed your hair over and reached back to grab your controller and enter the save screen. 

“Ahhh, finally!!! I can end my stream now knowing I’m in a good place to come back to.” You smiled, made eye contact with your webcam and waved. “Well, thank you so much for staying with me! I hope you had a fun time watching me die over and over again because of my god tier skills.” You rolled your eyes slightly - your online brand of humor leaned on the self aware side, which your viewers appreciated. 

“Let’s find someone to raid, shall we?” You hit a button on your stream deck, transitioning to the “end of stream” screen and scrolled through the available list of followed users. Your eyes scanned through the icons, some grayed out due to inactivity, and some saturated to show their online status, and your breath got stuck in your throat. 

Well…I guess I could try.

You glanced at your viewer count, this was one of your more successful streams with 57 active viewers. And you knew his minimum raid viewer count was 50, so you barely squeaked by with enough to be able to raid his stream. But was it worth it though? 

“What do you think guys, should I raid @6eyesdomain? He’s active right now.” You started to swivel nervously in your office chair. “M-maybe…I don’t know.” You mumbled and scrolled through your chat.

Chat – 

@tenderhammer - do it girl!!! He’ll totally see you and say something!! 

@2brothers1sisterdoll  - yea i second that, this is your chance >:3

@strongestkiller6002 - ngl, he might blow you off

That last comment had you sit up a bit straighter. “Yeah, ‘strongest killer’ he could do that. But it doesn’t hurt to try right?” You sucked in a breath. “Well, what the hell. Let’s do it!” You typed in your chat your standard raid message you always left for your viewers to announce their arrival.

“Howdy folks! Your stream has been invaded by the void, and she’s staring back at you!” 

Your message was modeled after your gamer tag, @ pastelvoid. It was a slightly cringy username you came up with in high school, but you grew to love your little name and designed your entire streaming and gaming brand around it. 

“Now you can copy paste that and spam his chat, but don’t go overboard please! I don’t want to make Mr. 6 Eyes or any of his mods mad. Let me add some of my emotes too.” You copied in a few of your favorite emotes to make the message less threatening. “I’ll see you on Friday now, 6pm sharp!! Bye y’all!” You waved more vigorously at your screen for a few seconds, and then hit the end stream button and the raid button consecutively. 

Phew…you finally took off your headphones and relaxed back in your chair. You needed a bathroom break from sitting in the same place for several hours, so you got up, took your leave and grabbed your phone on the way to your bathroom. But before you did, you tuned into @6eyesdomain’s channel just as your raid notification hit his stream. 

User @6eyesdomain, known colloquially as 6 Eyes, was considered a god of gamers in human form, and one of your favorite streamers. He was and is one of the strongest competitive gamers in the nation; famous for his former affiliation to Team Jujutsu, one of the highest ranked esports teams internationally. As one of its star players, he always placed first in every solo match of Gogol Arenas, League of Tartarus - every mainstream MMO or MOBA game you could think of, he could secure a top ranked spot. But he largely remained a solo streamer, never opting to play cooperatively with his fellow Jujutsu members. He retired after two years on the team, and remained a fully independent entity. The biggest reason for his solo game style was simple: he never plays with his camera on, so no one publicly knows what he looks like. He never attended public events either, the most he would do is show up as a tv screen with a big picture of his avatar displayed on the screen while he talked. His only indicator of a “physical appearance” was that he always played with a shittily-drawn chibi avatar of a man with white hair and black sunglasses. There were many speculations as to why he never revealed his face on stream, but no theories were ever substantial enough. 

6 Eyes wouldn’t know how much he meant to you. It was the nature of parasocial relationships, and you understood that. Especially after you worked so hard to develop your career as a streamer, it took you 2 years to surpass 10 average viewers! But nonetheless, you turned up the volume on your phone and heard on full blast:

“Oh, @ pastelvoid is raiding me? Lol ok.” A short pause. “Thanks I guess.” Another short pause. “OH SHIT! Thank you so much for the $150 dono, @himebluehair!!!” And he continued on with his game. 

You sat on the toilet, feeling your heart sink. Damn, that’s all I get? I mean yeah, I didn’t have like 500 or 1000 viewers, I get that. But he could’ve at least been more enthusiastic. Maybe he didn’t like my raid message. Maybe my viewers spammed too much. Strongest killer was right. Ugh –

You weren’t really in the mood to watch the rest of 6 Eyes’ stream anyway - while you understood he didn’t hurt you directly, the way he brushed off your viewers still kinda hurt. 

Your night was pretty much over anyway, so you began your normal nighttime routine, watched a few episodes of your favorite comfort anime and went to sleep. What you didn’t know however, is what was happening on the other side of that screen at the same time. 

Enter Player 2 … loading … @6eyesdomain // Gojo Satoru

There are two types of high-ranked players in the gaming industry. Humans who play with gods, and gods who play with humans. Gojo Satoru is the latter. He grew up with a cushy lifestyle, constantly being attended to, never having to worry about a thing. But he didn’t care for a life of being catered to. He wanted to carve out a life where he could earn respect by toying with an unconventional creative outlet. Hence, video games. Male gamers are traditionally seen as scrubby edgelords, fishing greasy chips out of a bag, yelling slurs and living in their mom’s basement with no hope of achieving a normal healthy life. 

Not Gojo. 

Gojo could have it all, if he wanted. He understood that intrinsically, but he held back. He never showed his face, not for fear of appearances, or any of the common fan theories. He just wanted to distance himself from the weight his name carried in the real world. He loved the attention, and he loved toying with his viewers and engaging in a fair amount of vocal fan service. He knew the ethics were messy at best, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to remain the best, and he didn’t have to work very hard to maintain that #1 status across all the games he touched. 

When the initial message popped up in his chat “user @ pastelvoid has raided your stream with 57 viewers!” He brushed it off. But only for a split second. On a second monitor, he right clicked on your username, opened your channel and profile in a new tab where his stream couldn’t see and set it aside for later. He thought the message was silly - a void? Staring back at me? He huffed as he continued to steadily gun down a line of infected military officers in the story-driven apocalypse game he was playing. 

I’ll check their profile later. After stream. 

He continued to spray pixel bullets on screen, fingers calmly and quickly spamming buttons left and right to maximize the hit combos. After another hour of streaming, he ended the way he usually did - a brief “Thanks for joining everyone. I’ll see you around, six times over. Bye!” And shut down his stream. Gojo pushed his chair out, stretched his legs and arms, and grabbed the tab from his second monitor with your profile and channel and dragged it into his primary monitor. He went through your most recent VOD and scrolled up until the point where you were about to raid his stream. 

Oh. Yikes. 

He realized his aloof nature did not pay off this time. He saw the moments where you were nervous on camera, your hands fiddling with your hoodie straps when you asked your chat whether it was a good idea or not. Every micro-expression you made on camera, down to the fidgeting, the anxious lip-chewing, he picked up on all of that. A slight pang hit his chest, and Gojo realized he made a severe error. He went through his chat settings, and found your chat history. 

@ pastelvoid stats loading … 

Four year follower. 10 month tier-1 subscriber. 99+ messages. 

He read through almost every message you had ever sent in his chat. Most were supportive, some were really funny - he actually cackled at some of your jokes, they made him remember times that brought him genuine joy. A few were cringy, but hey, every viewer has some dumb moments. Gojo cracked a small smile at his screen, before reality set in. 

I must’ve ruined her night. Fuck. He sucked a breath in between his teeth, before running a hand through his bright white hair in frustration. Gojo averaged anywhere between 2500-7000 viewers per stream, so while he was used to the blinding speed of his chat (even with slow mode enabled), he didn’t have time to emotionally dedicate himself to every single message. When he was a smaller streamer, pre-Jujutsu team fame, he used to be very enthusiastic about every donation, every raid, and every new subscriber. Now, because viewers and donations were in abundance, he didn’t care to celebrate every milestone. 

Seeing your past messages made him nostalgic for a simpler time. Gojo ended up scrubbing through a few of your recent stream VODs. While your streams were not centered on competitive play like his, you were clearly engaged with your few dozen viewers and you seemed to enjoy yourself with the games you chose. Your streams were typically centered on farming life and dating sim games, taking on a more “cozy gamer” vibe with your pastel purple and white setup in your room. Gojo ended up watching through several more of your uploaded clips and highlights from previous streams, and when he glanced at his clock again, the time read 2:37am. 

“Holy shit! Time flew by, huh?” He mumbled to himself, as he went to click out of your profile. But as his mouse hovered over the X button on the window, he rubbed his eyes and his hand snapped back on his mouse. He wanted to watch more, but he had to sleep. He ended up minimizing the window, but not before he checked your upcoming stream schedule. 

Friday, 6pm. Got it. 

Gojo set a reminder on his phone, and canceled his stream that day so he could watch. He pulled off his t-shirt and jumped right into his messy, unmade bed and curled up in the covers. 

She seems nice. Wonder if she’s like that in real life or just online. His eyes slowly fell, and before he realized, he was totally unconscious. 

As Friday rolled around, you came back from your work shift at 5pm, dropping your bags at the door of your apartment.

When you headed to your room, you dropped everything in your hands, and went through your initial setup before going back into the kitchen. You didn’t have enough time to cook, so you microwaved and scarfed down a container of leftovers from the other day, and headed back into your room. After peeling off your work uniform and bra, you changed into some comfier shorts and a tank top. You peered at your chest poking through the thin top, and realized you were gonna be on camera in less than 30 minutes. 

“Yeah, I should probably throw a hoodie over this.” You dug through your closet, found an old hoodie and without looking at it, you threw it on. After retouching some of your makeup from earlier in the day, you turned on your ring lights, opened up your broadcasting software, and hit the “begin stream” button. It was customary for you to begin your stream off camera with an animated welcome screen, so that gave you a couple minutes to finish up some last minute preparations and for your viewers to pour in. 

A few minutes after you had everything set up, you changed the scene on your stream deck, and your normal layout appeared online. “Howdy folks, Pastel Void here. If you’re new, you can call me by my full username, or Miss Void or PV. I don’t mind either!” You continued on with your regular welcome message, you had no need for rehearsals - introducing yourself was an effortless task for you. “I see some regular viewers, hello ‘tender hammer’! Hi ‘strongest killer’!” You stopped to greet a few of your regulars before continuing. “I apologize for my appearance today, I just wanted to be comfy honestly. Had a long week of work and yesterday really tired me out.” You began to create a poll in your stream for your viewers to choose your upcoming game. 

“Let’s see, more Reef Village or shall we try this new game I got? A new dating sim by Todo Smiles was published recently and I finally got around to purchasing it!” You waited for the responses to collect in. “Ok…it’s looking like we’re going with the new game! Let’s gooooo!” You said as you loaded up your console and made sure the capture card was working. “It’s called “The Curse of Infinity, and it’s a harem game! You know those are my favorite!” You giggled to yourself, adjusting the microphone so it was closer to you. As you checked your chat you saw a message float through that got your attention.

@yojogurt: nice hoodie! A sixeyesdomain classic I see

You glanced at your chat and saw Yojo’s message and your heart stuttered. That’s when you glanced down and saw you were wearing an old merch hoodie of Mr. 6 Eyes himself. It was a black hoodie with an embroidered panel in the middle, with a really fancy vintage-style anime drawing of his avatar. You laughed uproariously, and it was at this point that Gojo tuned into your stream. He settled into his luxury gaming chair and put you on fullscreen, right as you in the middle of your laugh. 

“I didn’t realize, oops! Well whatever, pssh. That bitch doesn’t care about me, I raided 6 Eye’s stream the other night and he didn’t really acknowledge me at all.” You replied nonchalantly as you pulled up the loading screen for your dating sim. 

Gojo’s eyes widened and somewhere, he felt a distant stab in his chest, followed by a flash of anger. “Wow, right back at ya bitch.” He grumbled, ready to exit your stream. He was glad he didn’t follow you yet, he almost clicked out but then you continued. 

“Well…that’s not totally true. He did read my raid message, but he only gave me like 2 seconds before someone gave him a big donation. So obviously he’s gonna prioritize that over me.” You felt the tendrils of insecurity begin to creep in, but you did your best to brush it off and continue. “I shouldn’t have been so optimistic, you know? He’s so famous he doesn’t really have time to be excited over a 50-something viewer raid. He probably gets hundreds more viewers from his former Jujutsu partners if they raid.” You sighed. “But it is what it is. I don’t hate him for it, but I have to admit, it stung.” As you were talking, you began a new save file, inputting your gamer tag and customizing your character to look like you. 

On Gojo’s side of the screen, he shrunk away and didn’t click out after all. “She has a point.” He mumbled to himself. She’s actually being pretty mature about it, she could’ve easily held it over me and unsubscribed. At this point, he switched over to his secret alt account, one that not even his former Jujutsu members knew about, and continued watching. Plus she’s cute in my merch.

“Well anyway, let’s see what our protagonist has to choose from.” You pulled your hood up and began your gameplay, narrating in your silly voices you used to entertain your viewers. In a quieter voice, you mumbled “To be honest, I only pulled on the hoodie because I didn’t want to wear a bra haha.”

Now that made Gojo’s heart leap. Oh, so you talked like that on stream? How bold. His lips curled into a smirk, and he pulled his chair into his desk so he could close the distance between himself and the monitor. 

“Let’s see what we’re working with, ok?” You sped through the lore so you could get to the cast of male characters who could be your potential love interest in-game. Since the game was fantasy themed, all the characters had elaborate outfits and were beautifully rendered. “So we have this guy, he looks like your typical samurai warlord. Mysterious, long black hair in a bun, a classic.” You scrolled through each character’s stat sheet to get a sense of who you wanted to pursue. “A dark gnome warlock, ooo tempting. And he has a purple and white color scheme, love that.” You continued on. “Umm, who else is calling me–?” You stopped at the last character in the lineup. 

The character had stark white long hair, and deep azure eyes that sparkled when you hovered over his artwork. He was wearing a loose, navy and gold-accented tunic with his chest half out, covered in intricate black tattoos and you almost drooled over his immaculately drawn pecs. “Hmmm…this one seems like a man slut. But in a good way. What’s his bio?” You hover again. “His character info says he’s a high elf banished from his tribe. Sounds fun! What else? He’s intensely charismatic publicly, but has difficulty opening up to people privately…yeah. Let’s pursue him!” You glance at your hoodie again, realizing the irony. You take this opportunity to stare directly at your camera. 

“Well, if I can’t get Mr. 6 Eyes in real life, I’ll just have to settle for this guy!” You laughed again, and began grinding away in your game. 

At this point, Gojo is metaphorically (or perhaps literally) shaking in his boots. He knows you don’t know what he looks like. But the character you picked, it was too uncanny. And your brazen nature…well, he wasn’t thinking clearly anymore. He grabbed his computer mouse and violently clicked the follow button with his alternate account. 

On your screen, your follower notification popped up - 

@hallowedpurpleGS followed you!

“Oh, hi hallowed purple GS! Thanks for following.” You smiled and continued on with your game. “Hope you enjoy my stream, I just found this fun dating sim and will be playing it for the rest of today.” You coughed slightly, briefly interrupting the flow of your speaking. “You know how it is in anime and dating sims, it’s always the white-haired guys who get the most bitches. And I’m no exception.” You cackled out loud, sounding more like a gremlin than anything. 

Gojo could feel a second heartbeat beginning to develop in his jeans. His breathing became shallower and he dug around on his desk for a water bottle, grasping it and chugging the rest of its contents. As soon as he finished it, he gulped a couple deep breaths of air and tried to clear his head. 

“You’re really testing me, huh? Fine. Two can play at that game.” He fished around for his wallet, and scrolled on your profile finding the donate button for your stream. On your side, you heard an unfamiliar notification sound and your eyes bulged out of your head. 

@hallowedpurpleGS donated $100! 

Message: You’re right, white-haired guys do get the most bitches. Wanna prove it? 

Your competitive streak kicked in. “Hell yeah I do. Thank you hallowed purple for the donation, that was incredibly generous. For that amount of money, you could get me to do some crazy things haha.” You smirked and crossed your legs and the camera angle caught a bit of that bare skin. Gojo gulped again, and he felt his mouth begin to salivate. 

Oh…crazy things huh? We’ll have to see about that. 

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