HELLO! I loved your Idia post....I need u to write something about him. WHatever u want but I need something 😭😭
⋆. 𐙚 ˚... 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 about Idia Shroud because Idia occupies my mind everyday and I can't believe I haven't made headcanons about him yet.
𐔌 . ⋮ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄... Being friends/in a relationship with Idia and noticing a few quirks about him that you think is adorable.
Just headcanons about Idia because I have to spread the Idia Shroud agenda in my account.
𝙃e would have piercings I fear. I think that he got it when he had a favorite anime character that had piercings, so he was like "fuck I should do that" then bought those DIY piercing things— don't worry Ortho helped him so that he won't have an infection.
The piercings in question? Tripple vertical helix and a side labret 🤤 he sometimes fidgets his side labret with his tongue when he's bored, he also traces the tips of his tripple vertical helix when he's nervous.
Speaking of fidgeting— this man is the biggest fidget freak ever. He's probably embarrassed to admit it, but, he has: needoh's, slimes, pop it's, and those niche fidget toys stored in a hidden cabinet that has locks. He swears that it's not a problem, however if you're in close proximity in a public setting he starts to fidget the ends of your shirt to calm himself down, he also squeezes the life out of your thighs if he's mad, and he also traces patterns on your arm when he's bored, and— okay I'll stop, BUT YOU GET IT, he's very fidgety person, and you better get used to it because he cannot physically stop himself no matter how hard he tries.
You know the thing that he does to ragebait people into doing what he wants? Yeah he does that to you sometimes just to get on your nerves because this man likes that mad expression on you. If you're easily ragebaited? He's gonna have a grand old time with you— doesn't even matter if you're in a good mood, he's gonna piss you off with a smile because he's a little shit.
However. If you ragebait him back with sarcasm? He's gonna get all pouty and sad because he doesn't know if you're joking or not, and he will ask you if you're serious or not. Sarcasm is literally his biggest weaknesses because he cannot read the room/tell the undertones in people's tone no matter how hard he tries. If you say you hate him with a joking tone? He's gonna stare at you with sad eyes and ask "wait you're serious?" Because he thinks you're actually serious— YES he needs tone indicators in real life and HE WILL demand you to put a tone indicator in your sentence, I don't make the rules.
He has Autism, ADHD, PTSD, and anxiety. Argue with the wall— I feel like his parents paid for a therapist to diagnose him since they had an inkling. His ADHD and Anxiety are medicated so it's not really a struggle, but he still needs extra support— he has Ortho for that so his parents don't really need to worry.
I also feel like Idia has anemia— not even the subtle kind, it's the severe one that frequently gets him sent to the doctor. He also has iron supplements for it, but sometimes he forgets and Ortho or you have to remind him of it— better yet, shove it up his mouth if he's stubborn. I feel like because of his anemia, he has a cold body; he holds your hands/cuddles with you if he ever feels too cold, he probably also has a heater but refuses to acknowledge it when you're around because he's touch starved and wants warmth specifically from you.
A hill that I'm willing to die on? Him being a demisexual. He first thought that he was Aromantic, but then he got to know you and got closer to you then started to develop feelings— yeah... He got confused and went on a deep rabbit hole about microlabels then found demisexual and ran with it. He literally thought it was transcending his game and never went back since. Moreover, I think he secretly uses he/they pronounce but he hides it because he's afraid that someone might make fun of him.
He has a thing for thick thighs— I think that his obsession with thighs started when he said "boobs are overrated, thighs are better" as a way to be different from the 'normies' but then it started to spiral more and more until he got reigned as the king of team thighs. He doesn't play about thighs— if you have thick thighs and you're insecure about it? You won't survive him— every day he'll remind you that he loves you for who you are and will never shut up about it. Deadass doxxed someone for saying boobs are better than thighs, that's how serious this is. He probably bit you once or twice on your thighs because he got cuteness aggression, does he regret it? No— no matter how much you scold him, he'll just sit there with a dopey smile thinking about how soft it was.
HE IS NOT BUILT LIKE A STICK— I know that it might seem like it because his diet consists of ninety percent vitamins and meds, but let's all keep in mind that he deals with computers and builds robots, those shit are heavy as fuck, and the fact that he can lift those just by himself? There's definitely something going on there. So yes, while he looks like a stick, he probably has a little bit of muscles that he got from doing those heavy machinery. BUT, don't expect him to lift you up, he'll hold up at least ten seconds before falling— and that's just me being generous.
This is probably a projection BUT I will stand by the "Idia shroud makes fanfics and fanarts agenda" propaganda actually, let me take a step further and say he's a well known one. He probably has his own fanbase because of the amount of fanarts and fanfics he makes, he also makes those in depth essays about a character when that character gets mischaracterised— does not play about it, will definitely block someone just for mischaracterizing his favorite character.
Probably acts like a cat sometimes just because he was bored— which eventually led him to make a website dedicated to simulate the feeling of being a cat. A weird way to spend him weekends, but he's done worse.
Has gone through multiple rabbit holes before and now knows like twenty facts about seals, and two facts about cannibalism. His brother literally had to snap him out of his constant loop of finding rabbit holes. Majority of those rabbit holes were because he was either making sure his fanfics were accurate, or because of his OCs.
I feel like he has the tendancy to be dependant on you— he knows it's unhealthy, but what did you expect from someone who spent ninety-five percent of his childhood isolated? So yes, he makes you open your location or atleast spend time in his room seven times a week— please set boundaries 😭. He just has seperation anxiety so he can't help but be clingy, so it's best to set boundaries so that he'll limit his dependency. I feel like it's hard to have a healthy relationship with him, but give him time and he'll change, you just need patience because this man is stubborn as fuck.
He's also avoidant? Like at first when you two become friends he's avoidant and tries to distance himself to you, thinking that he doesn't deserve friends. However, if you keep on persisting, he'll actually open up to you. Until finally, you two are at this point of your relationship.
I know that allot of people dismiss his character into an introvert stereotype, but if you could just analyse his character, you can find allot of contradictions that make him so much more complex than people make him out to be.
He's self conscious, but he's also prideful, he's introverted and is deathly afraid of social interactions, but we can see how much he needs friends even though he tries to deny it, he hates opening up or making friends, but he definitely needs to— my point is, Idia is a walking contradiction and it's fun writing about that.
𝗔/𝗻: your wish is my command! These were cooked up while I was in lecture so 🥲 I have to make up to those lost time and start studying 😭 genuinely I hate school I can't believe I still have to be here 😭 GET ME OUUUTTTT
tbh.. i didnt gts after i posted that gn msg. i was on ao3 reading idia x reader fanfics n giggling n blushing n kicking my feet until i couldnt keep myself awake anymore... BUT YALL GOTTA UNDERSTANDDD HES WORTH THE LACK OF SLEEP!!!
i need idia shroud in a way thats so fucking stupid to word... like i need him talkin nerdy to me at midnight on a discord call while i sit there and blush about how he says im top of his player leaderboard and how im his fav free time event ehehehe..( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
hi I was wondering if you could do idea x reader nsfw with dom idia please it can be anything you want :)
idia shroud nsfw hcsㅤ idia shroud x gn! readerㅤ ✧ hai!! i don't really get his character rn BUTTT these hcs will make it easier for me to make any fics in the future ^-^!!
content » nsfw & 18+ content ahead, generally just what i think he'd be into n' stuff, idia is kind of a freaky loser LOL...
reprise » just headcannons!
word count » bullet points ~_~
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i fully believe he's into dacryphilia. he's all for seeing you tear up at how good he's serving you, not to mention the praise he gives you when you end up taking what he's giving to you.
idia also really likes it when you moan his name! your voice is already one of the dreamiest things about you, so hearing you tell him how good he's doing by just his name... it's honestly enough for him.
constantly asks for voicemails like a loser... yes i fear he masturbates to them, and i mean he really does. even if you're just talking about your day—he can't help but feel himself get hard mentioning how you wished he was there with you <3
i feel like he has a pretty high libido so honestly fucking like rabbits is not out of the question. especially when he lets you sit on his lap while he's trying to finish his dailies or the newest event in a game.
would definitely be into mutual masturbation, getting to see you pleasing yourself, just the mere thought honestly gets him off knowing you're seeing him be just as vulnerable in front of you.
has a bit of a thing for exhibitionism i can't lie... has pinned you to the wall somewhere with his knee between your legs that launched into a messy makeout session in some janitor's closet where you're humping his leg.
likes indirect control too, there's just something about acting like you're dominating him when in reality he's quite literally has power over when you come!
wants to recreate scenes in hentai/light novels he finds super hot. probably like 'sick man and lady k' or 'the virgin witch'. he wouldn't be opposed to in-cosplay sex ykykyk
there's also just something about cuddle fucking you when you're both about to sleep. sleepy sex in general is something he thinks is cute and romantic between the two of you. even if it's just getting to keep your cock snug inside you until the morning so morning sex becomes an option !!!
oouuhh, there's also just something about rubbing between your legs while watching movies; whether that be at the movies or just on the couch, he likes touching u ^-^
is such a pervert, it's so hot—especially when he's massaging your back while applying sunscreen so you won't get sunburnt but his hands sneaking down to grope your ass is not very subtle !!!
Ok guys… would u rather i do a quick (quick for me, mind you…) post reading Idia’s astrology chart or a while with the start of a long fic?
Btw, thank u all sm for the support on prom dress fic, i did NAWTTTT do that good on the writing to get all of this support. I really do love writing, and getting so many like on my fic made my day.
A/N: okok super rushed, mostly just a self insert comfort while i freak tf out. Idk what problem i have so if you know it feel free to diagnose me in the comments 🩷
Warnings: a mention of cheating, self harm (?) (just says that you scratched your skin hard), impulsive behaviors, mental illness probably, implied fem reader if you squint.
Synopsis: Idia had ignored you for an hour a few days ago, through millions of thoughts and suppressed emotions, you finally snapped and texted him.
For the texting bits
You - pink
Idia - blue
The night was young, the small glimpses of the sun still permeated in the sky. The wall opposing you had become the center of attention. You sat, hunched over with your hands tangled in your hair, millions of thoughts consuming every empty spot of your brain. Your phone lay faced up, the screen open to your boyfriend, Idia Shroud’s contact. To be fully honest, you were going through some mental issues. I mean its not entirely normal to sit staring at text that said something along the lines of “you dont even love me, i hate you.” (With so much more vulgar wording of course).
It felt like two choices sat in front of you, let the feeling pass and deny what your brain yearns for or send the text and ruin yet another good thing in your life.
What did this stem from? He had waited an hour to reply to a simple text. In your mind currently, this was the world’s worst offense.
Your fingers hesitated yet tapped the screen, deleting all of your rage fueled (and very creative) list of insults to him. You took a deep breath, straightening your back. Both your thumbs made contact to type a simple question.
“Do you even love me?”
Now this was a compromise, albeit a fairly strange and aggressive question out of the blue but it worked. You sighed, it felt like all the weight had left, now only leaving you with tear stains and red scratch marks on you. The three dots of dread filled your vision. Oh god damn it. I mean you wanted him to reply but it would be easier if he just left it and you.
“What lol”
“Ofc i do.”
You squint at the message. He doesn’t have a clue whats going on with you. It was all confusing, you had convinced yourself that he hated you. He had to be lying, right?
“Dont lie to me.”
You reply, just to be safe. The pit of pure and utter despair still stayed strong. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart, the faintest chirp of grasshoppers, and the soft snoring of grim. All of that didn’t matter though, it was barely audible over the rush of intrusive thoughts.
“Y would i lie abt that??”
He paused, probably (texting other girls…) to build up the courage to say this without a violent rush of embarrassment.
“Ur my n1 normie in the world.”
Okay… your mind quieted down just slightly. He wouldn’t throw that out all willy nilly.
“Do you have another gf i dont know abt?”
You press further, despite the obvious aggression in your words, this was far from what you truly wanted to say.
“Dude i barely managed to get u”
“If i had another gf i think i would die from all the interaction lolol”
You simply thumbs up his last message, too scared that if you were to type a reply that it would mostly be curses and a few hits too close to home. You wipe your face, smearing what left over makeup you still had from the school day.
“R u all good?”
The question was confusing to you as well. I mean you felt amazing, if you ignore the consistent thoughts of Idia hating you, using you, and cheating on you. It was sweet, i guess… “Why do u even care?” Stayed typed and ready on your screen. Taking a deep breath, you get up and walk towards the sink. You grab a washcloth, dousing it in freezing cold water. you cover your entire face, the sensation causing you to simultaneously wake up and pull yourself out of the mindset of black and white. You carry the damp cloth with you as you type out a new message, minutes already passed as he watched you type.
“Im not doing great, sorry for annoying you.”
It was simple, straight to the point, and an apology. Another win for you and your genius mind.
“Whats wrong?”
“And you arent annoying me”
God, can he just ignore you again… living every second of it was already humiliating but admitting it was worse. Your eyebrows furrowed, you tried to think of any sort of evidence instead of “i thought you hated me and were with other people over one hour of silence a few days ago.”
“It’s not a big deal, I just thought you hated me or smth”
“Did i do smth to make you think that”
You pause. It’s better to be honest than to make something up i guess…
“You didn’t reply to me for an hour on Tuesday.”
“I know it’s stupid now, sorry.”
You felt tears poke out once more. This was all so dumb. Five seconds ago you felt nothing but anger but now all you felt was shame.
“You dont have to say sorry”
“It would be hypocritical if i judged you for that lol”
“I dont go a single day w/o thinking of you w someone more extroverted”
You wiped your face again, the tears pouring even if you didn’t want them to.
“I would never do that,, u arre like myy best friend ++ the bst bf wver”
The tears fogged your vision, making all the typos.
“Ur my best friend and the best partner ever 2”
You were now ugly sobbing into your hands, anyone else you had expressed this to had shoved a big ol middle finger straight in your face. It was weird, how could he of all people be the kindest to your… outbursts…?
“Srsly idk how ur that tired now”
“Maybe im just a giant nightowl”
You glimpse from the cracks of your fingers, only seeing the globs of white.
“Thank u for being so awsom.”
“I love you”
You send after a minute. You grab your phone, tip toeing beside grim as he slept soundly. You felt fine now, vaguely embarrassed but more assured than anything. The wet cloth presses against the back of your neck, keeping you somewhat calm as you make your way to your bed. You check your phone one last time before forcing yourself to go to bed.
A/N: okok super rushed, mostly just a self insert comfort while i freak tf out. Idk what problem i have so if you know it feel free to diagnose me in the comments 🩷
Warnings: a mention of cheating, self harm (?) (just says that you scratched your skin hard), impulsive behaviors, mental illness probably, implied fem reader if you squint.
Synopsis: Idia had ignored you for an hour a few days ago, through millions of thoughts and suppressed emotions, you finally snapped and texted him.
For the texting bits
You - pink
Idia - blue
The night was young, the small glimpses of the sun still permeated in the sky. The wall opposing you had become the center of attention. You sat, hunched over with your hands tangled in your hair, millions of thoughts consuming every empty spot of your brain. Your phone lay faced up, the screen open to your boyfriend, Idia Shroud’s contact. To be fully honest, you were going through some mental issues. I mean its not entirely normal to sit staring at text that said something along the lines of “you dont even love me, i hate you.” (With so much more vulgar wording of course).
It felt like two choices sat in front of you, let the feeling pass and deny what your brain yearns for or send the text and ruin yet another good thing in your life.
What did this stem from? He had waited an hour to reply to a simple text. In your mind currently, this was the world’s worst offense.
Your fingers hesitated yet tapped the screen, deleting all of your rage fueled (and very creative) list of insults to him. You took a deep breath, straightening your back. Both your thumbs made contact to type a simple question.
“Do you even love me?”
Now this was a compromise, albeit a fairly strange and aggressive question out of the blue but it worked. You sighed, it felt like all the weight had left, now only leaving you with tear stains and red scratch marks on you. The three dots of dread filled your vision. Oh god damn it. I mean you wanted him to reply but it would be easier if he just left it and you.
“What lol”
“Ofc i do.”
You squint at the message. He doesn’t have a clue whats going on with you. It was all confusing, you had convinced yourself that he hated you. He had to be lying, right?
“Dont lie to me.”
You reply, just to be safe. The pit of pure and utter despair still stayed strong. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart, the faintest chirp of grasshoppers, and the soft snoring of grim. All of that didn’t matter though, it was barely audible over the rush of intrusive thoughts.
“Y would i lie abt that??”
He paused, probably (texting other girls…) to build up the courage to say this without a violent rush of embarrassment.
“Ur my n1 normie in the world.”
Okay… your mind quieted down just slightly. He wouldn’t throw that out all willy nilly.
“Do you have another gf i dont know abt?”
You press further, despite the obvious aggression in your words, this was far from what you truly wanted to say.
“Dude i barely managed to get u”
“If i had another gf i think i would die from all the interaction lolol”
You simply thumbs up his last message, too scared that if you were to type a reply that it would mostly be curses and a few hits too close to home. You wipe your face, smearing what left over makeup you still had from the school day.
“R u all good?”
The question was confusing to you as well. I mean you felt amazing, if you ignore the consistent thoughts of Idia hating you, using you, and cheating on you. It was sweet, i guess… “Why do u even care?” Stayed typed and ready on your screen. Taking a deep breath, you get up and walk towards the sink. You grab a washcloth, dousing it in freezing cold water. you cover your entire face, the sensation causing you to simultaneously wake up and pull yourself out of the mindset of black and white. You carry the damp cloth with you as you type out a new message, minutes already passed as he watched you type.
“Im not doing great, sorry for annoying you.”
It was simple, straight to the point, and an apology. Another win for you and your genius mind.
“Whats wrong?”
“And you arent annoying me”
God, can he just ignore you again… living every second of it was already humiliating but admitting it was worse. Your eyebrows furrowed, you tried to think of any sort of evidence instead of “i thought you hated me and were with other people over one hour of silence a few days ago.”
“It’s not a big deal, I just thought you hated me or smth”
“Did i do smth to make you think that”
You pause. It’s better to be honest than to make something up i guess…
“You didn’t reply to me for an hour on Tuesday.”
“I know it’s stupid now, sorry.”
You felt tears poke out once more. This was all so dumb. Five seconds ago you felt nothing but anger but now all you felt was shame.
“You dont have to say sorry”
“It would be hypocritical if i judged you for that lol”
“I dont go a single day w/o thinking of you w someone more extroverted”
You wiped your face again, the tears pouring even if you didn’t want them to.
“I would never do that,, u arre like myy best friend ++ the bst bf wver”
The tears fogged your vision, making all the typos.
“Ur my best friend and the best partner ever 2”
You were now ugly sobbing into your hands, anyone else you had expressed this to had shoved a big ol middle finger straight in your face. It was weird, how could he of all people be the kindest to your… outbursts…?
“Srsly idk how ur that tired now”
“Maybe im just a giant nightowl”
You glimpse from the cracks of your fingers, only seeing the globs of white.
“Thank u for being so awsom.”
“I love you”
You send after a minute. You grab your phone, tip toeing beside grim as he slept soundly. You felt fine now, vaguely embarrassed but more assured than anything. The wet cloth presses against the back of your neck, keeping you somewhat calm as you make your way to your bed. You check your phone one last time before forcing yourself to go to bed.
A/N: okok super rushed, mostly just a self insert comfort while i freak tf out. Idk what problem i have so if you know it feel free to diagnose me in the comments 🩷
Warnings: a mention of cheating, self harm (?) (just says that you scratched your skin hard), impulsive behaviors, mental illness probably, implied fem reader if you squint.
Synopsis: Idia had ignored you for an hour a few days ago, through millions of thoughts and suppressed emotions, you finally snapped and texted him.
For the texting bits
You - pink
Idia - blue
The night was young, the small glimpses of the sun still permeated in the sky. The wall opposing you had become the center of attention. You sat, hunched over with your hands tangled in your hair, millions of thoughts consuming every empty spot of your brain. Your phone lay faced up, the screen open to your boyfriend, Idia Shroud’s contact. To be fully honest, you were going through some mental issues. I mean its not entirely normal to sit staring at text that said something along the lines of “you dont even love me, i hate you.” (With so much more vulgar wording of course).
It felt like two choices sat in front of you, let the feeling pass and deny what your brain yearns for or send the text and ruin yet another good thing in your life.
What did this stem from? He had waited an hour to reply to a simple text. In your mind currently, this was the world’s worst offense.
Your fingers hesitated yet tapped the screen, deleting all of your rage fueled (and very creative) list of insults to him. You took a deep breath, straightening your back. Both your thumbs made contact to type a simple question.
“Do you even love me?”
Now this was a compromise, albeit a fairly strange and aggressive question out of the blue but it worked. You sighed, it felt like all the weight had left, now only leaving you with tear stains and red scratch marks on you. The three dots of dread filled your vision. Oh god damn it. I mean you wanted him to reply but it would be easier if he just left it and you.
“What lol”
“Ofc i do.”
You squint at the message. He doesn’t have a clue whats going on with you. It was all confusing, you had convinced yourself that he hated you. He had to be lying, right?
“Dont lie to me.”
You reply, just to be safe. The pit of pure and utter despair still stayed strong. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart, the faintest chirp of grasshoppers, and the soft snoring of grim. All of that didn’t matter though, it was barely audible over the rush of intrusive thoughts.
“Y would i lie abt that??”
He paused, probably (texting other girls…) to build up the courage to say this without a violent rush of embarrassment.
“Ur my n1 normie in the world.”
Okay… your mind quieted down just slightly. He wouldn’t throw that out all willy nilly.
“Do you have another gf i dont know abt?”
You press further, despite the obvious aggression in your words, this was far from what you truly wanted to say.
“Dude i barely managed to get u”
“If i had another gf i think i would die from all the interaction lolol”
You simply thumbs up his last message, too scared that if you were to type a reply that it would mostly be curses and a few hits too close to home. You wipe your face, smearing what left over makeup you still had from the school day.
“R u all good?”
The question was confusing to you as well. I mean you felt amazing, if you ignore the consistent thoughts of Idia hating you, using you, and cheating on you. It was sweet, i guess… “Why do u even care?” Stayed typed and ready on your screen. Taking a deep breath, you get up and walk towards the sink. You grab a washcloth, dousing it in freezing cold water. you cover your entire face, the sensation causing you to simultaneously wake up and pull yourself out of the mindset of black and white. You carry the damp cloth with you as you type out a new message, minutes already passed as he watched you type.
“Im not doing great, sorry for annoying you.”
It was simple, straight to the point, and an apology. Another win for you and your genius mind.
“Whats wrong?”
“And you arent annoying me”
God, can he just ignore you again… living every second of it was already humiliating but admitting it was worse. Your eyebrows furrowed, you tried to think of any sort of evidence instead of “i thought you hated me and were with other people over one hour of silence a few days ago.”
“It’s not a big deal, I just thought you hated me or smth”
“Did i do smth to make you think that”
You pause. It’s better to be honest than to make something up i guess…
“You didn’t reply to me for an hour on Tuesday.”
“I know it’s stupid now, sorry.”
You felt tears poke out once more. This was all so dumb. Five seconds ago you felt nothing but anger but now all you felt was shame.
“You dont have to say sorry”
“It would be hypocritical if i judged you for that lol”
“I dont go a single day w/o thinking of you w someone more extroverted”
You wiped your face again, the tears pouring even if you didn’t want them to.
“I would never do that,, u arre like myy best friend ++ the bst bf wver”
The tears fogged your vision, making all the typos.
“Ur my best friend and the best partner ever 2”
You were now ugly sobbing into your hands, anyone else you had expressed this to had shoved a big ol middle finger straight in your face. It was weird, how could he of all people be the kindest to your… outbursts…?
“Srsly idk how ur that tired now”
“Maybe im just a giant nightowl”
You glimpse from the cracks of your fingers, only seeing the globs of white.
“Thank u for being so awsom.”
“I love you”
You send after a minute. You grab your phone, tip toeing beside grim as he slept soundly. You felt fine now, vaguely embarrassed but more assured than anything. The wet cloth presses against the back of your neck, keeping you somewhat calm as you make your way to your bed. You check your phone one last time before forcing yourself to go to bed.
When you eventually woke up, the first noise you registered was the sound of your boyfriend, Idia Shroud, peculiar laughter enveloping the silence of his dimly lit bedroom. And of course, odd-sounding noises and upbeat background music coming from the game he was currently playing followed next.
You were currently lying in his bed comfortably, unable to move as you wished, while also receiving soreness in your limbs that led to your expression turning sour because of circumstances escalating into a heated sexual encounter the night before.
These past few weeks, everything feels like shit. Given that it was the busiest time during the school semester, many occurrences had demanded all of your time, diligence, and painstaking patience to get through, leaving you drained and emotionally exhausted; it was also the same with Idia.
Neither of you had the energy to properly interact with one another after another dreadful day of responsibilities and stress. Even in texting and video calls, everything was too much work.
So when both of your workloads had gradually lightened up, it was decided by both of your wholehearted consents that you two deserved a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure for the first time to escape from the stress and chaos of everyday life.
Just for one night.
And, oh boy, you came across several remarkable things about him that many would never have known otherwise.
You couldn't find a shy bone in his body. Nothing. Nada. He wasn't stammering with his words or hesitant in his actions. Being underneath him, you were met by his confident smirk and piercing gaze filled with unquenchable lust.
He already knew what he was doing during sex; he didn't even wait for you to give any initiatives. His clothes were smoothly scattered on the floor, along with yours, leaving the both of you in your underwear.
Dragging his mouth from your bruised, sensitive lips to your inviting neck, decorating it with a mix of rosy bite marks and purple love bites. His smirk would widen proudly on your skin whenever you softly moaned in response to his touch, while rocking his weight onto your trembling body, specifically steadily thrusting against your clothed core with his bulging erection.
Slowly, he elevated himself up from your chest, laughter rumbling softly in his chest as he admired the marks he had left on you. "Heh… you’re glitching already? We're not even in the endgame yet," he teased, roughly palming your clothed clit and following with circular motions with his fingers, feeling the heat and wetness seeping through the fabric, as he relishes the sight of you squirming beneath him, thrashing side to side in pleasure and desperation. "Aahh!! Idiaaaa…Nnghaa—!! IDIA!!"
His other hand casually reached up to muffle your adorable, recurring breathy moans with his palm, his eyes partly lidded with sadistic amusement. "Shh, shh," he whispered, his voice low and husky, sliding his hand inside your underwear and feeling the slickness of your arousal coating his fingers.
"While I love hearing you beg and moan," he leaned in closer, as did his fingers, carefully sinking in deeper to your soaked heat, finding access to your most sensitive spot, "I can't guarantee that you won't be heard by others if you keep making so much noise, hmm?" he whispered.
All that could be done was to nod in compliance, thus letting Idia retract his hand from your muffled mouth just to grant you a brief moment to breathe before he leaned in again, this time pressing his lips against yours, cocking his head to the side as he inserted his tongue into your mouth, groaning blissfully as he tasted your sweet surrender, while his fingers merely casually thrust in and out of you with deliberate slowness.
There was a lingering scent of artificial candy on his breath. He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting from both of your lips for a brief moment before breaking. Idia's tongue simply jutted out playfully, then developed a smirk as he whispered, removing his hand from your slick folds, "Look at you…"
He takes his precious time to observe your current state. Your disheveled hair falls messily around your face, your cheeks flushed with color, and you squeeze your legs together to alleviate the persistent aching between them. You look so fucking delectable.
Another round of chuckles escapes his lips as he playfully slaps your clothed pussy, causing you to gasp in surprise. "Now, what other proof do you need that I’m not the shy little shut-in you thought I was?"
If only you could deliver a hardbound copy of a list of all the ways he's proven himself wrong, you'd have it ready in an instant.
And now here he was, curling his lanky figure at his desk like a contented cat, blissfully playing on his Nintendo Switch with his pathetic, adorable grin as if he didn't have a care in the world.
As if he didn’t just eat you out like a man starved for days, pushing your hips upwards while he devours your cunt so you couldn't squirm away with his tongue buried deep inside you, sucking and licking every inch of your wetness until you were a quivering mess beneath him.
As if he didn't have your legs raised on his shoulders while he plunged his heavy cock deep inside your abused hole in a mating press just last night and refused to take his length out until both of you slept while being stuffed full of his essence??
Eventually, he started to feel a burning gaze directed at him and curiously turned his head to you without pausing his game. His giddy grin was still attached to his face, though noticeably gotten wider the moment he realized you were finally awake, as he excitedly gestured his console to you.
"Hey, hey, look!" Without ever a greeting of any kind or a considerate pause to let you fully wake up, he immediately showed you the screen of his console, almost blinding your eyes with the bright colors and flashing lights. "What do you think about the characters I created for this game? Cute, right?"
Your face scrunched up, attempting to get a better look at the screen, slightly wincing in pain when the soreness of your limbs hit you all at once.
All you could see was two blocky characters accurately resembling pixelated versions of your boyfriend and yourself, with exaggerated features and detailed costumes. The two characters are being lovey-dovey to one another, swirls of pink hearts floating around them as they danced on the screen.
… Is that Tomodachi Life?
Your expression deadpan.
"It's...interesting," you replied, trying to sound enthusiastic despite your exhaustion.
"Right?! Hehehehe~ I knew you’d get it!" He kissed your cheek as he continued to ramble animatedly with pure unfiltered glee about all the processes he had done to create your virtual relationship and quirky interactions in the game.
However, you weren't listening to his musings; you stared at your boyfriend in disbelief.
Idia/Scene!f!reader, they both have very confusing ideas on what a party should be, but compromises aren’t hard.
Warnings: Smut, underage drinking, afab reader, vulgar language/jokes, reader is implied to be a virgin, no real detailed description of the readers body, probably a horrible depiction of being drunk (i dont drink much mb).
A/N: okok so i got over half way through just to realize i suck at starting smut so like ignore it or kill me. Everything indented is meant to be texts… im too evil to make an actual smau. ALSO I AM NOT SUBMITTING TO SUBBY IDIA PROPAGANDA!!!!!!!!!
Ever since you arrived at Night Raven College the hardest struggle has been being surrounded by stuck up boys all day.
The one thing you were promised in high school is having fun parties and doing stupid shit. Staying up too late, drinking, smoking, and a few too many hookups was something you were warned of, but where are they when you needed them most? I mean who could blame you for being upset? Half the students were nepo babies and the other half couldn’t break enough rules to be fun.
You laid in bed, staring at the cracked ceilings of ramshackle for the hundredth time. The FOMO was insane, your mind raced with so many scenarios of pure ecstasy. Music blaring, the lights simultaneously blinding and too dim to see farther than your closest friends. Your mind hazy from whatever you took, your hands wandering on whatever guy your inebriated mind thought was best. Your lips clashing as his hands—
Your thoughts were cut off by the loud chime of your phone… could it not have waited a while…?
(Idia - Reader)
Have u seen angel beats yet?
…that was it? Ok maybe you had pushed it off, but right now?
Um… no…
I kinda forgot :’(
Again?
I’m seriously starting to believe ur just using me for my setup
You can think of a few more things to use him for…
Do i have to throw some watch party just to get you to try it out??
…
Maybe not the exact party you dreamed of, but 1 on 1 can work just fine…
ngl i would do anything for a party rn
Even if that means watching angel beats… sigh…
Is tmrw night ok?
You set your perfect trap, planning it before he could tell you it was a joke. Now all you had to do was the worst part, wait.
Uh, sure
\(^ヮ^)/
ANOTHER WIN FOR THE SCENE QUEEN!!!!!
You knew damn well that Idia was not gonna be the person to bring good shit to any party, so now you have to spend your precious ceiling moments to text randos.
Going to school with the bare minimum + whatever spare money Crowley left for you and grim and coming back with a full backpack was kinda impressive. One giant bottle of the highest alcohol percentage vodka (and the cheapest…), two of the cutest matching shot glasses, and Idia’s favorite gummy worms.
The contraband sat beside the sink, the other side holding your limited amount of makeup and styling products. Your hands tug down at the back of the skirt, trying to cover up with the little fabric you chose. It wasn’t a super big party so you went with something simple. Graphic tee, short skirt, knee high socks, converse, and all the kandi you still owned. Oh and of course you had your cutest underwear on, what if the moment really happened? You leaned as close as possible to the mirror, the counter digging into you.
As you finished up, leaning back to see the full picture, your phone dings again.
When r u coming over?
Last minute especially for someone who takes online classes…
I was gonna leave in like 15 mins
But if u want i can head over rn
You stared at the messages, waiting for the message that would imply so much more. Something that would make the alcohol so much more worth it.
Sigh… he just thumbs up 15 minutes…
The phone made a small noise as you set it down, vaguely disappointed in the response, or lack there of. Somewhere deep down you genuinely believed that the n1 hikkomori at NRC would reply with something a little more raunchy…
You double checked everything. Grim was with Ace and Deuce, your homework was all finished, the vodka and shot glasses were neatly placed in your backpack, gummy worms in hand, you even let the ghosts know what was going down. Lights were turned off, doors were locked, everything was perfect.
You locked the door behind you, twirling the keys around your finger as you practically skip towards ignihyde. Occasionally the bottle and glasses clinked, but that was no big deal. Not the most functional outfit for walking, or standing, or sitting and watching anime for hours but at least it looked good… you think…
Ignihyde’s bright blue lighting filled your view, the entrance being somehow even more terrifying as the sun had gone down. You trudged through the strange fog and skeleton-like decor even when your calves burned. Who thought that making a dorm entrance so spooky? Idia probably, but your discomfort didn’t need to be brought up now… the lounge was empty, it usually was anyways. A dorm full of socially awkward tech nerds being in a lounge area? With others? Yeah, no. You walk past what seemed to be hundreds of ionic column, repeating the dorm number under your breath over and over again. You may have been over a few too many times already but that doesn’t mean you have to remember anything… your shoes clack against the flooring, echoing in the large empty halls. Occasionally you glance up at the projections on the walls, some random data in various charts thrown around.
There it is, Idia’s dorm room.
Your knuckles rap at the door before you take a step back, adjusting your skirt once more. Your hands rest on your hips as you hear the faintest shuffling behind the door. After a second of silence, Idia cracks open the door, light pouring out from his hair and his room and into the patterned floors. When his eyes met yours they widened, almost like you both didn’t just text each other. The smallest peak into his room only showed the regular sights, monstrous blue lights and too many remotes and wires.
“Oh, uh come in…” he mumbled after staring a little too long at your outfit. Idia steps back from the door to actually let you instead of the regular stand at the door awkward talk.
He wore his premo merch with the most outrageous orange highlights. You take few steps in, taking in the den he has curated. The LED blue lights were almost blinding compared to the barely lit halls, his computer was paused on some jrpg you heard him yap about for hours. His room was surprisingly clean, a majority of the mess was obviously shoved underneath his bed but at least he tried. He shut the door behind you, now avoiding looking directly at you as he stood awkwardly.
“Oh yeah, i brought gifts!” He jumped at your loud tone, his eyes just stared at you confused as you slide off your backpack.
“Uh- you really didnt have-“ he starts, getting cut off by the loud clanking of the glasses. You placed your backpack on the edge of his desk, unzipping the bag and pulling out all the goods.
“W-what— how did you even get that?!” Idia’s face turned pale at seeing the alcohol and matching pink and blue shot glasses on his desk. The desk he only used for schoolwork, gaming, or coding.
“You just gotta ask the right people, and i got your favorite gummy worms!” You pull out the brightly colored bag and discard the empty backpack to a corner of his room. He stares at you as though you had just brought a rabid animal into his room.
“…shit, do you not like drinking?” You turned to him, realizing that his face probably wasnt the happiest. He blinked, still processing.
“Uh- i mean, i dont know? I dont do this normie party stuff…” he calmed down a little, now only his eyebrows furrowed.
“Do you wanna try with me?”
He froze, this was the hardest dialogue choice of his life. If Idia declines then that could sour the entire watch party, but if he accepts then he can embarrass his entire lineage in mere seconds.
“…yes…?” It came out more like a question rather than an answer. But you didn’t hesitate, instead you bit the lid to the bottle and opened that hoe up.
You both stood next to each other staring at the full shot glasses, your fingers grab the base of the glass before you take a deep breath and drink. Sure it burned like hell and it felt like your throat was closing up but it’s not that bad… right? Idia stared at you in horror as you coughed, his hands in his pockets fiddling with whatever he had in there.
“You go! It’s not that bad…” liar. You pour a second shot for yourself as his shaky hand grabs the glass. His face was horrified, worse than when you guys played horror games together. He drank it the same as you, hacking up a lung (drama queen ik) as soon as he got it down.
“T-that was a critical hit! This is nothing like anime!” He yelled, slamming the glass back onto the table. You couldn’t help but giggle at his overly disgusted reaction, resulting in some more defensive words from his end.
You both drank more, you taking three more shots (a reasonable sounding number in your head…) and him opting to mix two shots with his half-drunk energy drink. Your cheeks flush as you start to feel its effects. you sat in his gaming chair, spinning slowly as he set up his projector. His hands click the buttons as he pulls up on a site you never knew existed until this point. Internally you wanted to poke fun at whatever he was being recommended but you held yourself back. He pressed play, you watched as the tips of his hair turned pink.
“Uh… i usually just lay in my bed but sit wherever i guess…” Idia mumbled, you got the smallest glimpse of his pink face and awkward demeanor as he sat down on his bed. He shed his jacket fairly quickly, yet still left room for you to sit beside him.
The intro started, it wasn’t bad or anything but anime intros are pretty boring when you expected something a little more exciting. You held your knees to your chest, taking moments to look around the room, play with some fabric, and occasionally actually watch the intro. You sat quietly, the urge to say some bullshit only growing bigger by the second. You felt Idia’s eyes burning into you, you offer a smile. As soon as his eyes met yours his red face turned away. You shrugged it off, the episode was actually starting anyways.
A few episodes passed, you now sat next to Idia yapping about whatever came to your mind. He was hunched over with his jacket draped over his lap, his eyes kept changing from you to the projection. The show was still playing but between your never ending ramblings and Idia’s sort of spaced out acceptance it didn’t matter all too much.
“I’m just saying, i dont think- like i’d ever be in limbo… idk the uh qualifications or whatever but i just wouldn’t let myself get in…” you mumble, staring at the screen before looking back at him. He gave a shaky nod, his face still bright red.
“Whats up? Like you still got the uhm…” you gesture to your face. His eyes locked onto yours for a split second, like he finally woke up. His eyes dart back to the screen.
“I-i’m fine…” he mumbled, his hair was pretty much permanently pink. You had never asked about his hair, i mean hundreds of people had probably annoyed him to death over it.
“It’s super cute, like you got the coolest hair ever.” You say unprompted. Your hand moves to touch a stray piece, twirling it on your finger mindlessly. It wasn’t hot, maybe a little warm but it still vaguely behaved like hair. His eyes glance to yours before darting back to the projection. Your hand drifts closer and closer to his scalp, part of you wanted to stop there while the other part made your fingers work their way near the nape of his neck. You lean forward, one of your hands resting on his knee while you play with the thick sections. Wobbly, you move to sit on your knees leaning closer until you are practically laying on him. He utterly refuses to look at you, yet he doesn’t protest the action. His face is bright red as he attempts to focus on the anime still playing, your fingers reach the nape of his neck. You drag the tip of your nail down the side of his neck causing him to shiver. Your eyes drift from Idia’s face towards his lap, the tent in his pants obvious even under his discarded jacket.
“…are you hard right now?” Idia eyes become saucers as soon as the words left your mouth. Your lips were just a little too close to his ear to even give him a chance to lie. His shaky hand pauses the anime, internally he didn’t want to engrave this embarrassment into the memory of Angel Beats…
“It’s- uh, it’s not what you think…” Idia defensively whined, his hands instinctively moving to cover up his erection.
“Do you like me…?” You ask after a second of silence. Maybe it was just from the closeness but the thought of him liking you and getting hard for you was almost intoxicating.
He paused, nodding his head lightly.
A smile enveloped your face as you look down at his red face which he tried so hard to hide.
“I like you too, i have for a while…” you mumble, still leaning onto him. His eyes darted to yours, an almost scared look took over his face.
“What? Is that so hard to believe?” You tilt your head leaning back a little wobbly. Your hands with a sudden hit of impulsivity move to hold his cheek.
“Can we kiss?” You ask quietly, barely above a whisper. Without getting an answer he pulls you down, your lips pressing against each other. You return, placing your other hand on his shoulder. Idia’s hands ghost over your waist, his eyes shut as closed as possible. You prod your tongue at his mouth, which was accepted with surprising amount of eagerness.
It was sloppy on his end, not bad just obvious he had never really kissed like this. You move your body to straddle his lap, hips hovering over his. His hands gently held the sides of your waist, like if he did it any harder you’d break. He broke the kiss, his breath labored. He hesitated before pressing a kiss to your jaw, slowly but surely trailing down your neck.
“…is this okay…?” Idia asked quietly as he paused. You nod softly, his lips pressed against your pulse. Your breathing grew heavy as he tested the limits again, dragging the tip of his tongue on the side of your neck. Your hand trails down from his shoulder to the hem of his shirt, your cold fingers moving upwards. The pads of your finger feeling every inch of skin, you push the shirt off of him. God his half lidded eyes and shy look made you go crazy.
Idia stared up at you with a red face, his hand pressed against the hem of your shirt. You wasted no time to take it off and toss it to the floor. Very good choice to wear your good bra. He leans forward, pressing hesitant kisses to your collarbone, trailing closer and closer to your chest. His shaky hands clumsily attempt to unclasp the bra, struggling probably a little too much.
“T-this is like SSR level stuff…” he mumbled staring at your now bare torso. One of his hands rested on your hip as he lightly massaged you. He hesitated but presses his lips on your other breast, his fingers gently tracing around your nipple. Idia let out a shaky breath, which you felt a little too much from, his tongue poked out to very gently lick the peak. The action illicit an embarrassing amount of erotic noises from you, which only fueled his massive ego. His yellow eyes peak up at your face as he grazes the ball of nerves with his sharp teeth. You whimper in response, looking down at him. It was strange seeing him so confident in his actions, never in a million years did you think it would play out like this…
“-dia… can i please have more…?” You slurred out, an almost pathetic ask. Your eyebrows furrowed, your chest rising and falling rhythmically. His eyes stared up at you, simply not moving from his newest oral fixation. Idia’s hand moved from your nipple and trailed down the side of your waste, earning a shaky inhale. His finger played with the waistband of your skirt, toying with the idea of pulling them off feverishly or taking as much time as possible. He hooked both of his fingers around the waistband of your skirt and underwear, tongue still gently playing against your skin. He slowly pulled downwards. The sight of every inch of skin, even from his locked position, was savored like the best meal of his life. His eyes peer down at your naked lower half, his heart racing from pure excitement. All you could do was stare as his hand teased your hips and then inner thigh. It was so brief, too chaste to give any good pleasure. Idia pulled away from your breast, that stupid smirk overtaking his face.
“You should sit on my face.” He stated probably a little too eagerly. His overwhelming amount of anxiety melted away with a few shots and too much control.
“Wha…” you mumbled, i mean thats very bold… especially for your first time… your hands freeze mid air, unable to act as cool as you imagined in this scenario.
“…i’ll try my hardest to make you feel good, i swear.” He almost pleads. His voice was soft and needy, like the action would do more for him than you. You gulped, giving a very willing nod despite the anxiety running through your veins. Idia smiled, moving to lay flat on the bed. You slid your underwear and skirt fully off, again tossing it somewhere in his room as a later problem to you. Hesitantly, you move so that your hips hover over his head, making sure that you didnt actually sit on him. Your hands grasp at his bed frame, gripping in anticipation. Idia’s hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down eagerly. As soon as his lips met your lower ones, you let out a small moan despite the urge to stay quiet. His tongue licked up all the slick he had caused, the warm muscle felt so much better than fingers. You lean forward pressing your weight against the headboard instead of him. His hands kept a tight grip on your hips as his mouth worked whatever he thought was best. His tongue drew circles around your clit, forcing you to moan out curses. You press your forehead against the wood, moaning and whimpering with the smallest movement. Idia’s finger dragged down your hip towards your core, he prodded his middle finger at your entrance, slowly entering you as he laps away at your clit.
“Oh my g-god…” you mumble under your breath as you feel his finger slide in, pressing against the most sensitive spot. His hips buck up only at the air, the erection almost growing painful. Idia however only focuses on you, taking note of every spot that made you moan, flinch, and grind down on him. The coil in your stomach grew, every curling of his finger or trace of his tongue making you closer and closer to finishing.
“Ah, -fuck- I-idia, i’m gonna-!” The broken sentence was cut off by your moan. He had sucked on the nerves, his finger now speeding up as he presses against that spot. Moans, vulgar language, and whimpers escape you as you feel it grow tighter and tighter. It finally released, the high filling your brain and body as one. You pant, hands violently gripping the headboard. He helped you ride out the orgasm before halting his mouth and sliding out his now slick covered finger. He tapped on your thigh, honestly you would’ve forgotten he was there if not for that.
“S-sorry…” you mumble as you move off of him, still out of breath from the intoxicating high. You sit down, unable to keep holding yourself up. Idia sat up, that small smile still on his flushed face. Your slick covered his face and hand, much to his enjoyment… that smug look almost embarrassing to see so dirtied.
“Did i do good? Do you want more?” He asked pretty rhetorically, I mean who wouldn’t think that amazing? You simply nod, his finger was amazing and all but you needed more. His cock twitched in his pants, his hands eagerly pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock strained at the fabric of his boxers, a small wet spot of precum stained them. You stared at him, a little dumbfounded at how fast this had all happened. From taking a few shots to your best friend getting ready to be inside of you… this was probably the best high school experience ever. Idia yanked down his boxers tossing all his clothes with yours. He positioned himself between your legs, you stare up taking the hint to lean back and spread your legs further apart. The position was awkward, revealing, and expecting all at the same time. You breathe heavily, his hand giving himself a few small strokes before pressing against your hole.
“F-fuck…” Idia moans out, feeling the wet gummy walls envelop him. He slowly, yet excitedly pushed himself all the way inside of you. You whimper at the feeling of stretching and fullness, your inebriated mind making it all 10x more visceral. He stares down at you, his yellow eyes full of disbelief. He watches as you relax before pulling back and thrusting in again.
“H-haah… you’re so fuckin’ good, so pretty and tight-!” He moans out as he slowly thrusts into you, the dirty words filling your mind. His hands hold your thighs as he stares down at his cock disappearing inside of you, the pleasure overtaking his own actions. He pushes into you, brushing against your g-spot with every movement. He moans unashamedly, like there was nothing in the world besides you and him. You let out filthy noises as his head presses against your cervix. It was so deep, he was so deep inside of you. Your hand moves to cover your mouth instinctively, his hips pressed against yours so tightly.
“D-dont… i wanna- hear you…” he says between thrusts, peeling your hand off your mouth. He presses it against the bed as he speeds up. His hair kept spilling down to you, his hips bucking hungrily into you. You bit your lip, which barely did anything for the whines and moans escaping you. His hands grasped at your hips, pulling them off the bed to hit you even deeper. His hips slam into yours as moans, curses, and his name fall from your lips. The tension building more and more in your stomach, your half lidded eyes meet his. Your hand clings to his forearm, your walls closing around him for more pleasure.
“H-holy fuck, s-so close…” he whined as he felt you tighten around him. Idia thrusts rapidly and uncoordinated into you, his release coming closer and closer. The knot snapped inside of you, your nails dig into him and the blanket as you feel the same high only more intense. You clench around him as you moan, earning a panicked look and whines as he brinks on his own. He pulls out quickly and finishes himself off onto your stomach, panting and moan with every wave of pleasure.
He almost collapses on top of you, instead falling back to sit, reveling in the shared high. His chest rises and falls like he had almost died, your climax coming down sooner than his.
“Um… maybe we can finish angel beats another time…?” Idia mumbles, the realization coming over him. His eyes still wandered your body as if one new angle would reveal more than before. You nod quietly, unable to muster up the correct words to continue.
After thoughts:
I do realize now that angel beats was probably a bad choice of anime to fuck to but who cares… im exhausted so dont get on my ass about my shitty build up.
Idia/Scene!f!reader, they both have very confusing ideas on what a party should be, but compromises aren’t hard.
Warnings: Smut, underage drinking, afab reader, vulgar language/jokes, reader is implied to be a virgin, no real detailed description of the readers body, probably a horrible depiction of being drunk (i dont drink much mb).
A/N: okok so i got over half way through just to realize i suck at starting smut so like ignore it or kill me. Everything indented is meant to be texts… im too evil to make an actual smau. ALSO I AM NOT SUBMITTING TO SUBBY IDIA PROPAGANDA!!!!!!!!!
Ever since you arrived at Night Raven College the hardest struggle has been being surrounded by stuck up boys all day.
The one thing you were promised in high school is having fun parties and doing stupid shit. Staying up too late, drinking, smoking, and a few too many hookups was something you were warned of, but where are they when you needed them most? I mean who could blame you for being upset? Half the students were nepo babies and the other half couldn’t break enough rules to be fun.
You laid in bed, staring at the cracked ceilings of ramshackle for the hundredth time. The FOMO was insane, your mind raced with so many scenarios of pure ecstasy. Music blaring, the lights simultaneously blinding and too dim to see farther than your closest friends. Your mind hazy from whatever you took, your hands wandering on whatever guy your inebriated mind thought was best. Your lips clashing as his hands—
Your thoughts were cut off by the loud chime of your phone… could it not have waited a while…?
(Idia - Reader)
Have u seen angel beats yet?
…that was it? Ok maybe you had pushed it off, but right now?
Um… no…
I kinda forgot :’(
Again?
I’m seriously starting to believe ur just using me for my setup
You can think of a few more things to use him for…
Do i have to throw some watch party just to get you to try it out??
…
Maybe not the exact party you dreamed of, but 1 on 1 can work just fine…
ngl i would do anything for a party rn
Even if that means watching angel beats… sigh…
Is tmrw night ok?
You set your perfect trap, planning it before he could tell you it was a joke. Now all you had to do was the worst part, wait.
Uh, sure
\(^ヮ^)/
ANOTHER WIN FOR THE SCENE QUEEN!!!!!
You knew damn well that Idia was not gonna be the person to bring good shit to any party, so now you have to spend your precious ceiling moments to text randos.
Going to school with the bare minimum + whatever spare money Crowley left for you and grim and coming back with a full backpack was kinda impressive. One giant bottle of the highest alcohol percentage vodka (and the cheapest…), two of the cutest matching shot glasses, and Idia’s favorite gummy worms.
The contraband sat beside the sink, the other side holding your limited amount of makeup and styling products. Your hands tug down at the back of the skirt, trying to cover up with the little fabric you chose. It wasn’t a super big party so you went with something simple. Graphic tee, short skirt, knee high socks, converse, and all the kandi you still owned. Oh and of course you had your cutest underwear on, what if the moment really happened? You leaned as close as possible to the mirror, the counter digging into you.
As you finished up, leaning back to see the full picture, your phone dings again.
When r u coming over?
Last minute especially for someone who takes online classes…
I was gonna leave in like 15 mins
But if u want i can head over rn
You stared at the messages, waiting for the message that would imply so much more. Something that would make the alcohol so much more worth it.
Sigh… he just thumbs up 15 minutes…
The phone made a small noise as you set it down, vaguely disappointed in the response, or lack there of. Somewhere deep down you genuinely believed that the n1 hikkomori at NRC would reply with something a little more raunchy…
You double checked everything. Grim was with Ace and Deuce, your homework was all finished, the vodka and shot glasses were neatly placed in your backpack, gummy worms in hand, you even let the ghosts know what was going down. Lights were turned off, doors were locked, everything was perfect.
You locked the door behind you, twirling the keys around your finger as you practically skip towards ignihyde. Occasionally the bottle and glasses clinked, but that was no big deal. Not the most functional outfit for walking, or standing, or sitting and watching anime for hours but at least it looked good… you think…
Ignihyde’s bright blue lighting filled your view, the entrance being somehow even more terrifying as the sun had gone down. You trudged through the strange fog and skeleton-like decor even when your calves burned. Who thought that making a dorm entrance so spooky? Idia probably, but your discomfort didn’t need to be brought up now… the lounge was empty, it usually was anyways. A dorm full of socially awkward tech nerds being in a lounge area? With others? Yeah, no. You walk past what seemed to be hundreds of ionic column, repeating the dorm number under your breath over and over again. You may have been over a few too many times already but that doesn’t mean you have to remember anything… your shoes clack against the flooring, echoing in the large empty halls. Occasionally you glance up at the projections on the walls, some random data in various charts thrown around.
There it is, Idia’s dorm room.
Your knuckles rap at the door before you take a step back, adjusting your skirt once more. Your hands rest on your hips as you hear the faintest shuffling behind the door. After a second of silence, Idia cracks open the door, light pouring out from his hair and his room and into the patterned floors. When his eyes met yours they widened, almost like you both didn’t just text each other. The smallest peak into his room only showed the regular sights, monstrous blue lights and too many remotes and wires.
“Oh, uh come in…” he mumbled after staring a little too long at your outfit. Idia steps back from the door to actually let you instead of the regular stand at the door awkward talk.
He wore his premo merch with the most outrageous orange highlights. You take few steps in, taking in the den he has curated. The LED blue lights were almost blinding compared to the barely lit halls, his computer was paused on some jrpg you heard him yap about for hours. His room was surprisingly clean, a majority of the mess was obviously shoved underneath his bed but at least he tried. He shut the door behind you, now avoiding looking directly at you as he stood awkwardly.
“Oh yeah, i brought gifts!” He jumped at your loud tone, his eyes just stared at you confused as you slide off your backpack.
“Uh- you really didnt have-“ he starts, getting cut off by the loud clanking of the glasses. You placed your backpack on the edge of his desk, unzipping the bag and pulling out all the goods.
“W-what— how did you even get that?!” Idia’s face turned pale at seeing the alcohol and matching pink and blue shot glasses on his desk. The desk he only used for schoolwork, gaming, or coding.
“You just gotta ask the right people, and i got your favorite gummy worms!” You pull out the brightly colored bag and discard the empty backpack to a corner of his room. He stares at you as though you had just brought a rabid animal into his room.
“…shit, do you not like drinking?” You turned to him, realizing that his face probably wasnt the happiest. He blinked, still processing.
“Uh- i mean, i dont know? I dont do this normie party stuff…” he calmed down a little, now only his eyebrows furrowed.
“Do you wanna try with me?”
He froze, this was the hardest dialogue choice of his life. If Idia declines then that could sour the entire watch party, but if he accepts then he can embarrass his entire lineage in mere seconds.
“…yes…?” It came out more like a question rather than an answer. But you didn’t hesitate, instead you bit the lid to the bottle and opened that hoe up.
You both stood next to each other staring at the full shot glasses, your fingers grab the base of the glass before you take a deep breath and drink. Sure it burned like hell and it felt like your throat was closing up but it’s not that bad… right? Idia stared at you in horror as you coughed, his hands in his pockets fiddling with whatever he had in there.
“You go! It’s not that bad…” liar. You pour a second shot for yourself as his shaky hand grabs the glass. His face was horrified, worse than when you guys played horror games together. He drank it the same as you, hacking up a lung (drama queen ik) as soon as he got it down.
“T-that was a critical hit! This is nothing like anime!” He yelled, slamming the glass back onto the table. You couldn’t help but giggle at his overly disgusted reaction, resulting in some more defensive words from his end.
You both drank more, you taking three more shots (a reasonable sounding number in your head…) and him opting to mix two shots with his half-drunk energy drink. Your cheeks flush as you start to feel its effects. you sat in his gaming chair, spinning slowly as he set up his projector. His hands click the buttons as he pulls up on a site you never knew existed until this point. Internally you wanted to poke fun at whatever he was being recommended but you held yourself back. He pressed play, you watched as the tips of his hair turned pink.
“Uh… i usually just lay in my bed but sit wherever i guess…” Idia mumbled, you got the smallest glimpse of his pink face and awkward demeanor as he sat down on his bed. He shed his jacket fairly quickly, yet still left room for you to sit beside him.
The intro started, it wasn’t bad or anything but anime intros are pretty boring when you expected something a little more exciting. You held your knees to your chest, taking moments to look around the room, play with some fabric, and occasionally actually watch the intro. You sat quietly, the urge to say some bullshit only growing bigger by the second. You felt Idia’s eyes burning into you, you offer a smile. As soon as his eyes met yours his red face turned away. You shrugged it off, the episode was actually starting anyways.
A few episodes passed, you now sat next to Idia yapping about whatever came to your mind. He was hunched over with his jacket draped over his lap, his eyes kept changing from you to the projection. The show was still playing but between your never ending ramblings and Idia’s sort of spaced out acceptance it didn’t matter all too much.
“I’m just saying, i dont think- like i’d ever be in limbo… idk the uh qualifications or whatever but i just wouldn’t let myself get in…” you mumble, staring at the screen before looking back at him. He gave a shaky nod, his face still bright red.
“Whats up? Like you still got the uhm…” you gesture to your face. His eyes locked onto yours for a split second, like he finally woke up. His eyes dart back to the screen.
“I-i’m fine…” he mumbled, his hair was pretty much permanently pink. You had never asked about his hair, i mean hundreds of people had probably annoyed him to death over it.
“It’s super cute, like you got the coolest hair ever.” You say unprompted. Your hand moves to touch a stray piece, twirling it on your finger mindlessly. It wasn’t hot, maybe a little warm but it still vaguely behaved like hair. His eyes glance to yours before darting back to the projection. Your hand drifts closer and closer to his scalp, part of you wanted to stop there while the other part made your fingers work their way near the nape of his neck. You lean forward, one of your hands resting on his knee while you play with the thick sections. Wobbly, you move to sit on your knees leaning closer until you are practically laying on him. He utterly refuses to look at you, yet he doesn’t protest the action. His face is bright red as he attempts to focus on the anime still playing, your fingers reach the nape of his neck. You drag the tip of your nail down the side of his neck causing him to shiver. Your eyes drift from Idia’s face towards his lap, the tent in his pants obvious even under his discarded jacket.
“…are you hard right now?” Idia eyes become saucers as soon as the words left your mouth. Your lips were just a little too close to his ear to even give him a chance to lie. His shaky hand pauses the anime, internally he didn’t want to engrave this embarrassment into the memory of Angel Beats…
“It’s- uh, it’s not what you think…” Idia defensively whined, his hands instinctively moving to cover up his erection.
“Do you like me…?” You ask after a second of silence. Maybe it was just from the closeness but the thought of him liking you and getting hard for you was almost intoxicating.
He paused, nodding his head lightly.
A smile enveloped your face as you look down at his red face which he tried so hard to hide.
“I like you too, i have for a while…” you mumble, still leaning onto him. His eyes darted to yours, an almost scared look took over his face.
“What? Is that so hard to believe?” You tilt your head leaning back a little wobbly. Your hands with a sudden hit of impulsivity move to hold his cheek.
“Can we kiss?” You ask quietly, barely above a whisper. Without getting an answer he pulls you down, your lips pressing against each other. You return, placing your other hand on his shoulder. Idia’s hands ghost over your waist, his eyes shut as closed as possible. You prod your tongue at his mouth, which was accepted with surprising amount of eagerness.
It was sloppy on his end, not bad just obvious he had never really kissed like this. You move your body to straddle his lap, hips hovering over his. His hands gently held the sides of your waist, like if he did it any harder you’d break. He broke the kiss, his breath labored. He hesitated before pressing a kiss to your jaw, slowly but surely trailing down your neck.
“…is this okay…?” Idia asked quietly as he paused. You nod softly, his lips pressed against your pulse. Your breathing grew heavy as he tested the limits again, dragging the tip of his tongue on the side of your neck. Your hand trails down from his shoulder to the hem of his shirt, your cold fingers moving upwards. The pads of your finger feeling every inch of skin, you push the shirt off of him. God his half lidded eyes and shy look made you go crazy.
Idia stared up at you with a red face, his hand pressed against the hem of your shirt. You wasted no time to take it off and toss it to the floor. Very good choice to wear your good bra. He leans forward, pressing hesitant kisses to your collarbone, trailing closer and closer to your chest. His shaky hands clumsily attempt to unclasp the bra, struggling probably a little too much.
“T-this is like SSR level stuff…” he mumbled staring at your now bare torso. One of his hands rested on your hip as he lightly massaged you. He hesitated but presses his lips on your other breast, his fingers gently tracing around your nipple. Idia let out a shaky breath, which you felt a little too much from, his tongue poked out to very gently lick the peak. The action illicit an embarrassing amount of erotic noises from you, which only fueled his massive ego. His yellow eyes peak up at your face as he grazes the ball of nerves with his sharp teeth. You whimper in response, looking down at him. It was strange seeing him so confident in his actions, never in a million years did you think it would play out like this…
“-dia… can i please have more…?” You slurred out, an almost pathetic ask. Your eyebrows furrowed, your chest rising and falling rhythmically. His eyes stared up at you, simply not moving from his newest oral fixation. Idia’s hand moved from your nipple and trailed down the side of your waste, earning a shaky inhale. His finger played with the waistband of your skirt, toying with the idea of pulling them off feverishly or taking as much time as possible. He hooked both of his fingers around the waistband of your skirt and underwear, tongue still gently playing against your skin. He slowly pulled downwards. The sight of every inch of skin, even from his locked position, was savored like the best meal of his life. His eyes peer down at your naked lower half, his heart racing from pure excitement. All you could do was stare as his hand teased your hips and then inner thigh. It was so brief, too chaste to give any good pleasure. Idia pulled away from your breast, that stupid smirk overtaking his face.
“You should sit on my face.” He stated probably a little too eagerly. His overwhelming amount of anxiety melted away with a few shots and too much control.
“Wha…” you mumbled, i mean thats very bold… especially for your first time… your hands freeze mid air, unable to act as cool as you imagined in this scenario.
“…i’ll try my hardest to make you feel good, i swear.” He almost pleads. His voice was soft and needy, like the action would do more for him than you. You gulped, giving a very willing nod despite the anxiety running through your veins. Idia smiled, moving to lay flat on the bed. You slid your underwear and skirt fully off, again tossing it somewhere in his room as a later problem to you. Hesitantly, you move so that your hips hover over his head, making sure that you didnt actually sit on him. Your hands grasp at his bed frame, gripping in anticipation. Idia’s hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down eagerly. As soon as his lips met your lower ones, you let out a small moan despite the urge to stay quiet. His tongue licked up all the slick he had caused, the warm muscle felt so much better than fingers. You lean forward pressing your weight against the headboard instead of him. His hands kept a tight grip on your hips as his mouth worked whatever he thought was best. His tongue drew circles around your clit, forcing you to moan out curses. You press your forehead against the wood, moaning and whimpering with the smallest movement. Idia’s finger dragged down your hip towards your core, he prodded his middle finger at your entrance, slowly entering you as he laps away at your clit.
“Oh my g-god…” you mumble under your breath as you feel his finger slide in, pressing against the most sensitive spot. His hips buck up only at the air, the erection almost growing painful. Idia however only focuses on you, taking note of every spot that made you moan, flinch, and grind down on him. The coil in your stomach grew, every curling of his finger or trace of his tongue making you closer and closer to finishing.
“Ah, -fuck- I-idia, i’m gonna-!” The broken sentence was cut off by your moan. He had sucked on the nerves, his finger now speeding up as he presses against that spot. Moans, vulgar language, and whimpers escape you as you feel it grow tighter and tighter. It finally released, the high filling your brain and body as one. You pant, hands violently gripping the headboard. He helped you ride out the orgasm before halting his mouth and sliding out his now slick covered finger. He tapped on your thigh, honestly you would’ve forgotten he was there if not for that.
“S-sorry…” you mumble as you move off of him, still out of breath from the intoxicating high. You sit down, unable to keep holding yourself up. Idia sat up, that small smile still on his flushed face. Your slick covered his face and hand, much to his enjoyment… that smug look almost embarrassing to see so dirtied.
“Did i do good? Do you want more?” He asked pretty rhetorically, I mean who wouldn’t think that amazing? You simply nod, his finger was amazing and all but you needed more. His cock twitched in his pants, his hands eagerly pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock strained at the fabric of his boxers, a small wet spot of precum stained them. You stared at him, a little dumbfounded at how fast this had all happened. From taking a few shots to your best friend getting ready to be inside of you… this was probably the best high school experience ever. Idia yanked down his boxers tossing all his clothes with yours. He positioned himself between your legs, you stare up taking the hint to lean back and spread your legs further apart. The position was awkward, revealing, and expecting all at the same time. You breathe heavily, his hand giving himself a few small strokes before pressing against your hole.
“F-fuck…” Idia moans out, feeling the wet gummy walls envelop him. He slowly, yet excitedly pushed himself all the way inside of you. You whimper at the feeling of stretching and fullness, your inebriated mind making it all 10x more visceral. He stares down at you, his yellow eyes full of disbelief. He watches as you relax before pulling back and thrusting in again.
“H-haah… you’re so fuckin’ good, so pretty and tight-!” He moans out as he slowly thrusts into you, the dirty words filling your mind. His hands hold your thighs as he stares down at his cock disappearing inside of you, the pleasure overtaking his own actions. He pushes into you, brushing against your g-spot with every movement. He moans unashamedly, like there was nothing in the world besides you and him. You let out filthy noises as his head presses against your cervix. It was so deep, he was so deep inside of you. Your hand moves to cover your mouth instinctively, his hips pressed against yours so tightly.
“D-dont… i wanna- hear you…” he says between thrusts, peeling your hand off your mouth. He presses it against the bed as he speeds up. His hair kept spilling down to you, his hips bucking hungrily into you. You bit your lip, which barely did anything for the whines and moans escaping you. His hands grasped at your hips, pulling them off the bed to hit you even deeper. His hips slam into yours as moans, curses, and his name fall from your lips. The tension building more and more in your stomach, your half lidded eyes meet his. Your hand clings to his forearm, your walls closing around him for more pleasure.
“H-holy fuck, s-so close…” he whined as he felt you tighten around him. Idia thrusts rapidly and uncoordinated into you, his release coming closer and closer. The knot snapped inside of you, your nails dig into him and the blanket as you feel the same high only more intense. You clench around him as you moan, earning a panicked look and whines as he brinks on his own. He pulls out quickly and finishes himself off onto your stomach, panting and moan with every wave of pleasure.
He almost collapses on top of you, instead falling back to sit, reveling in the shared high. His chest rises and falls like he had almost died, your climax coming down sooner than his.
“Um… maybe we can finish angel beats another time…?” Idia mumbles, the realization coming over him. His eyes still wandered your body as if one new angle would reveal more than before. You nod quietly, unable to muster up the correct words to continue.
After thoughts:
I do realize now that angel beats was probably a bad choice of anime to fuck to but who cares… im exhausted so dont get on my ass about my shitty build up.
And what if i said i wanted idia to boss me around because im just a little slow at everything and need someone to tell me what to do? (Also its lowk hot)
