Ichigo Plasma

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who shares the videos of you from the hidden cameras he installed with his equally deplorable friend Haruka Sakurai who Fuuta always knew had a crush on you but was too afraid to make a move and Haruka gladly accepts and saves the videos of you in a folder on his laptop for… later...

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who offers to send the videos to his friend Mikoto Kayano but he refuses, feeling uneasy about the whole ordeal and threatens to get authorities involved but then Fuuta threatens to spread blackmail about what illegal actions Mikoto’s other personality Orekoto/John Kayano has done to get him fired from his new design job and put in jail. :( So Mikoto decides to stay quiet.

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who has audio recordings of your voice and squelching pussy from when you get off in your room thinking no one is listening which he listens to like ASMR as he plays his pervy gacha games on his PC.

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who spends all his money on the new hot character which reminds him of you in his pervy gacha game and even puts down extra money to get the skin which has clothing removal animations.

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who is short on money (because he spent it all on gacha…) to pay for his portion of rent and forces you, his cute little roommate to become an OnlyFans model to make ends meet. 

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who at first would just upload the hidden camera videos onto an OnlyFans page he made for you and planned to never tell you about this new… “side hustle”... which is now making a lot more money than he expected…

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who eventually realizes he could make even more money if he took requests from supporters on his page about the things they want you to do. So he decides to spread rumors about you online so you lose your job and you shut yourself inside. And now you come crying to Fuuta about how it might be difficult for you to pay part of your shared rent for a while.

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who tells you about a side hustle he started online which if you could help would make you both more than enough money to cover rent.

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who admits he has been uploading hidden camera videos of you in your room on OnlyFans and blackmails you to now work with him to keep making the videos and take requests from supporters or he will reveal your face on the OnlyFans profile which he so far has done a good job at blurring out (albeit one handedly as he edits videos with one hand and strokes his hard dripping dick through his boxers with the other).

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who you feel you have no choice but to work with on this “side hustle” and you start taking all the weird requests his supporters want, thankfully with your face blurred (he’s not a monster >:( !! ).

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who forces you to take a request where you cosplay the character you look like from the pervy gacha game Fuuta spent all his money on. And the request asks you to ride Fuutas dick while smiling as he pinches your nipples. (Fuuta swears this wasn’t a request he sent in (he totally did!!)).

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who makes you sit on his dick and cockwarm him while he is on his gaming chair in his room editing your OnlyFans videos.

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who makes you suck his dick and give him a blowjob while he scrolls on Twitter responding to your fans posing as you.

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who notices a profile picture amongst the supporters that looks like a picture of Haruka’s rabbit plush he saw back when he visited Haruka’s home. And the account username is "NotHaruka0622" (Haruka does not understand online privacy and how to conceal his identity, he is trying!! :[ )

PervyRoommate!Fuuta who notices the rabbit plush profile picture account is one of your top supporters and sent in a… interesting request…

Boyfriend!Haruka who is still standing there, shell-shocked, as you take his hand and lead him to the table, guiding him to sit down. He can barely breathe, let alone process what’s happening.

Boyfriend!Haruka who watches, dazed, as you set a fresh plate of omurice in front of him, the steam rising from the fluffy eggs. “What would Master like me to draw today?” you ask with an innocent tilt of your head, and god, he nearly groans out loud.

Boyfriend!Haruka who with his brain still scrambled from the sight of you in that outfit, somehow manages to mumble, “T-Two rabbits… holding hands…” because it reminds him of the two of you.

Boyfriend!Haruka who watches, completely entranced, as you carefully drizzle the ketchup onto the omurice, drawing the two little rabbits just as he requested. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry—not from the food, but from the way your chest slightly jiggles with each movement.

Boyfriend!Haruka who despite how unbearably turned on he is from your outfit, still manages to take a bite and hum in approval because your cooking is actually really good. But his gaze keeps flickering back to your short skirt, to the way it barely covers anything when you turn around to grab something… are you not wearing safety shorts…? /////

Boyfriend!Haruka who nearly chokes when you suddenly announce, “Master~! I prepared a special performance for you!” before breaking into a cute little song and dance, twirling and clapping your hands in sync with the music you played on your Bluetooth phone speaker.

Boyfriend!Haruka who is absolutely losing his mind at this point. His fists are clenched under the table, his nails digging into his palms as he watches you bounce and spin in that tiny skirt. His entire body is tense, and all he can think about is dragging you to the bedroom and ruining you.

Boyfriend!Haruka who no matter how much he tries to focus on your adorable singing, cannot stop staring at how your ass peeks out from under your skirt every time you move. He’s gripping his thighs so hard it’s painful, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Boyfriend!Haruka who the moment you lean over to refill his drink, finally snaps. His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you into his lap before you can even react. His breath is hot against your ear as he murmurs, “Y-You know what you do to me, dressed so cute…”

Boyfriend!Haruka who barely gives you a chance to protest before he’s carrying you to your shared bedroom, pressing you down onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours. His hands trail up your thighs, his fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric of your maid dress.

He wants to see the outline of your panties pressed through it. Wants to pull them aside with one hand and finger you without even taking the skirt off.

Whispers in your ear that “You look put-together, sure. But I know that if I slide my hand up your thigh, you’ll be dripping for me under all that elegance.”

Gives it to you neatly next to a silk blouse, placed on the bed when you come home.

There’s a note in his handwriting: Wear this tonight. No panties.

He takes you to dinner—five-star, candlelit. But his hand is on your thigh all evening.

When you shift in your seat, the skirt hikes up and he sees everything.

“Y/N,” he whispers, voice low, “If you squirm again, I’m going to bend you over the hood of the car in the parking lot.”

He drives home with one hand on the wheel and the other teasing between your legs, not even caring if you cum in the passenger seat. He just smirks and says, “Messy girl. We’ll clean it up when we get home.”

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XAVIER

White Tennis Skirt

Gets you a crisp pleated tennis skirt. Clean white. SHORT. So short that any bending over is dangerous.

He says it’s for “mobility” and training..

But truly he wants you on your knees, skirt flipped up, his fingers still sticky with your slick as he murmurs, “Keep it on.”

He loves the illusion of innocence. The idea of you stretching, running, bouncing in it… while your pussy is soaking wet for him underneath.

You mentioned wanting workout clothes. The next morning, it’s folded neatly on the table with a note: You’ll look beautiful in this. Can’t wait to see.

You wear it on a casual day out. He’s quiet, calm. But you notice he staring at your legs.

In the parking garage, you bend to pick something up—and he groans audibly.

“…Y/N. You’re killing me.”

He pushes you back into the car, pulls you halfway onto his lap, and fingers you through your panties until you’re clenching around nothing and whimpering, skirt still neatly in place.

“We’ll finish when we get home. But I want your thighs shaking by the time we get there.”

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CALEB

Pastel Ruffle Mini Skirt With Ribbons

Buys you a super soft pastel ruffle mini skirt. Cute dainty ribbons, short enough that it flips when you bend even slightly.

Caleb is obsessed with how cute you look in soft colors—especially when you act bratty in them. He loves the contrast of the cuteness with a bratty attitude that he has to teach a lesson to.

Spots it in a trendy boutique near your favorite café. It’s displayed on a mannequin styled with lace-trimmed socks and a baby tee.

He’s rock hard the entire time he’s waiting in line at the register to buy it as he imagines you in it.

He gives it to you in a soft bag and an indulgent, calm smirk he gets when he knows exactly what he’s doing.

The first time you wear it outside, he can’t stop staring. “Pipsqueak, you walk around dressed like that and expect me not to wreck you?”

He wants to lift it up, bend you over his lap, and spank you through your cotton panties like you’re his spoiled little girl.

Whispers that “you’re too cute to be left unsupervised”.

When you lean over to grab something and he grunts. Telling you

“That’s it. You’re not walking tomorrow.”

“Bet your little pussy’s dripping under that skirt. You gonna be good Pipsqueak, or am I gonna have to make you cry?”

Fucks you at home still wearing it—bent over a pillow, calling you his good girl while you squeal with every smack of his hips.

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RAFAYEL

Miu Miu Logo-Plaid Micro Mini Skirt

Buys you a designer miniskirt with high fashion appeal—think Miu Miu plaid micro skirt. (Probably decks you out in designer in general).

Spoil you rotten buying you designer just to rip it all off you and absolutely ruin you.

“If you’re going to be with me you need to wear the finest,” he hums… while imagining you on your knees.

Gets hard thinking about taking you dripping wet while wearing expensive luxury he bought and made you wear.

Lives that you look expensive and everyone knows he’s the one who paid for it. Even if you say you can afford it he doesn’t let you swipe your card.

He fully jerks off to the idea of fucking you in nothing but a miniskirt and heels.

Gives you the skirt in a designer box, with fancy tissue paper. He even sprays it with his cologne.

“Try it on. Slowly. Let me see what I spent my money on.”

Sits on the bed, slowly moving his hand down his pants, watching you twirl like you’re on a runway.

You wear it to a gallery opening or fashion party. But he won’t stop touching you.

Runs his hand under the hem while whispering in your ear. “You know what they’re all thinking? That they’d sell their souls to be me. To get between those legs. But you’re mine, Y/N.”

Can’t hold back and drags you to a bathroom stall, he fucks you up against the wall, miniskirt flipped up, your legs around his waist while you cry out into his shoulder, biting his name.

“Be a good doll and cream on my cock. Let them hear it. Let those guys dream they could be with you.”

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SYLUS

Black Lace Mini with Garters

Has you wear a sheer, lacy black skirt that clings to your hips and comes with garter straps. Absolutely lingerie disguised as streetwear.

It’s not even about fashion. He wants you accessible. Wants to flip the skirt up and fuck you without taking anything off.

“You don’t wear this in public, sweetheart. Unless you’re asking for trouble.”

The garter straps? He plans to use them to tie your wrists to the headboard.

The skirt is delivered to your door in a sleek black box. No message, just a single red rose bouquet and a note: Be ready at 8. No bra. No excuses.

He shows up in a black button up shirt and unbuttons it slowly while you model the skirt for him.

When you do wear it in public, you wear it under a long coat. He knows. You both know.

You slide it open when no one’s looking and he just breathes, “You’re so filthy kitten.”

In the VIP section of a club, he has you sit on his lap, your back arched, skirt bunched up.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who follows closely behind as you rush inside, looking at the sheer amount of pink and pastels everywhere. He is shocked as he says “…I have never seen this much cuteness in one place before besides in your area of our bedroom.” (and you... he thinks to himself... you are super cute...)

Boyfriend!Mikoto who lets you tug him toward the display of the new collection, nodding along as you excitedly explain each item. “Ohh, I see, I see… so this is limited edition? That means we have to get it, right?” He has been working hard at work so he has plenty of money to spoil you, his cute S/O.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who watches with amusement as you grab a My Melody plush and hug it tightly. “That one’s cute. She's cute like you. You match well.” he says as he watches you.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who isn’t super into Sanrio (he keeps up with it to know what is trending as a designer but he is so busy with work he doesn’t have time to get into it except for using the cute stationary you gifted him to use at his work desk :{{{{, someone please draw Mikoto with cute Sanrio pens and stationary reader gifted him ), so he relies on you to keep him up to date. “Wait, so this blanket resells for how much??? But it only costs $20?” He is shocked at how much some of the items resell for and he listens to you like a diligent student.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who smiles as you light up while picking out Kuromi merch. “You always go straight for her. Isn’t she the same character on that stationary that you gave me a while back?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who doesn’t pick anything up for himself (he’s a pretty minimalist guy I think he is too busy for trinkets), but if you hold up something and ask if it suits him, he’ll humor you. “A Cinnamoroll tote bag? Hmm… You think I could pull it off?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who helps move all your things to a shopping basket as your hands start to fill up. “Don’t worry, I got it. You just focus on finding what you want.”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who listens patiently as you ramble about a less popular character he’s never heard of. “Ahh, so that’s Kirimichan? It’s a salmon… erm, are you meant to want to eat him?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who tries to stay calm as the store starts getting really crowded, the bright colors and chatter making his head feel a little fuzzy. His fingers tighten slightly around the bags and he goes to a corner of the store to calm down a bit. While in the corner however, he suddenly gets a message from work telling him he’ll need to stay overtime on Monday till the last train to fix issues a client is having with their design request. God… he can’t ever catch a break… right when he was able to forget about work… why… why…!

Boyfriend!Orekoto who exhales slowly, a small smirk replacing Mikoto’s usual soft expression. He comes back over to you and you can tell he isn’t your sweet Mikoto you initially came to the store with earlier, “Wow, you really want all this cute stuff? Do we not already have enough at home?”

Boyfriend!Orekoto who feels a bit bad when you look at him pouting like a hurt kitten after that remark and he starts to feel a bit bad and worry that he might hurt your relationship with Mikoto if he makes fun of your cute hobby…. “Shit... Sorry… my bad, get mad at me for that, not him. Go ahead, I won’t get in your way babe, have fun shopping.” He sighs.

Boyfriend!Orekoto who gets flustered and tries to shove you away when you hug him but it is no use and he just accepts it… he will admit it does feel kind of good… he can kind of understand why Mikoto likes you so much... “Alright now get off of me and go enjoy that white rabbit cinnamon roll thing and yellow pudding blob.”

Boyfriend!Orekoto who stays in the corner watching you run around trying not to lash out and yell as you shove cute hairbands on his head and run away before he can stop you. “Ok! Haha very funny now hurry up and buy your things so I can get you out of here.”

Boyfriend!Orekoto who hands over Mikoto’s card at checkout like it’s his money. “Go ahead, babe. He’s been wanting to spoil you for a while now.”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who wakes up later back on your couch at your shared home with a confused look on his face, his eye twitching as he stares at the receipt in his hands. “…Babe... H-How did you buy this much?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who looks through the bags, confused when he finds an Aggretsuko hoodie in his size. “D-Did… I pick this out? When did I do that?” (Aggretsuko fits Mikoto as a character perfectly I am sorry)

Boyfriend!Mikoto who sighs as you giggle, realizing what might have happened. “Oh no. You picked something out for him, didn’t you...?” (I headcanon that Mikoto is kinda aware of his other personality in modern AUs but not fully able to interact but as his S/O you’ve probably told him and he is happy you accept him as he was worried it’d scare you away)