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AND IF YOU GO, I WANNA GO WITH YOU—

How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?

Streamer!gojo x streamer/musician!reader

GENRE- fluff, maybe some angst.. overall crack fic, strangers to lovers, fem mexican reader, college AU, modern AU, social media AU.

main masterlist… taglist…

⭑ YN’s group ⭑ GOJO’s group

CHAPTER 01: WIP

CHAPTER 02: N/A…

CHAPTER 03: N/A…

CHAPTER 04: N/A...

baby girl what’s your type

And So They Were Roommates...

You thought Suguru could be mommy? Yeah you're cute, we all know who the true mommy is. Yan!Yuki x Reader

Tw: Yandere behaviors. Suggestive Behaviors. Use of mommy. Pet play??? Use of Collar

WC: Under 1k, Short Blurb

Minors get out of here :)

Imagine being roommates with Yuki Tsukumo. You weren’t entirely sure what she did for a living, but honestly, who cares when the rent was that cheap? You stumbled upon her Craigslist ad by pure chance. The first question?

"What's your type?" :3

You had answered with something harmless, innocent even. "Someone who can take care of me." Maybe that was your first mistake. Like a helpless little thing just begging to be taken in. And Yuki? Oh, Yuki loved that answer. You were just so cute after all!

"Oh, sweet thing," she'd practically purred when you first met, her gaze lingering just a second too long. "I'll take care of you. Don't worry."

And just like that, you became roommates.

Yuki was rarely around, but when she was home, boundaries didn’t exist in her world. At first, it was kind of nice. You’d be curled up in the bathtub with a bath bomb fizzing around in the warm water, quietly sobbing over a breakup, and suddenly, there she was—sliding into the tub behind you. Strong arms pulling you into her naked chest as she murmured soft reassurances, her hands gently washing your hair like you were something fragile, breakable.

"There, there. What kind of idiot would leave my sweet little thing? Don’t worry, I’m here."

She was always like that, comforting in her own domineering way. She made sure you never felt alone—especially not when you were vulnerable.

Sometimes you wanted to say no. But it was so hard when she made it feel...comforting. Even if her touch lingered a little too long in certain areas, making your mind go all fuzzy.

Then there were the little gifts. Yuki loved spoiling you. If you made her dinner or folded the laundry, she’d sneak up behind you while you washed dishes. Her arms wrapped around your waist, her voice hot against your ear as she whispered, "You’d make such a good little housewife." You didn't miss how her grip tightened slightly when she said housewife. She’d even brought you back a cute pinafore apron from one of her trips abroad. It was somehow… perfect for you.

Then came the last gift. The collar.

When you lifted the lid of the velvet-lined box. Inside, resting against the soft fabric, was a diamond-studded collar—your name engraved on the front, her initials branding the back. This wasn’t jewelry meant to be admired. No, it was unmistakably a collar, cold and commanding, with a lock… and a remote lying beside it.

When she handed it to you, the air between you both felt thicker. Your protests were swallowed up by her low, velvety voice. You couldn't even choke out a sob, hands trembling as she carefully with ease removed the collar from the box with quick movements.

"Shh, don’t worry about it," she’d hushed you, eyes soft but holding that unmistakable edge of control. "You’re going to look so pretty for mommy." Her fingers brushed against your neck as she fastened it, her lips curling into a lovesick smile. "My pretty girl," she cooed, and before you realized it, she’d clicked a tiny lock into place.

A lock. With a key.

A remote rested easily in her hand, her thumb brushing the button almost absentmindedly. Something pricked the side of your neck from the collar.

You'd laughed it off, this must be some sick joke, right? Right? But something about the way her eyes darkened when she saw it on you made your stomach flip. Surely, she’d take it off when you asked… right?

Maybe when you’ve been good enough for her.

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