notes : established relationship , comment if you want other characters!
You had gotten quite good at hiding your wounds. Not because you got hurt often. Because being with Floyd Leech taught you quickly what not to tell him.
Especially when others were around..Because Floyd reacted strangely to things like that.
The occasion today: Someone bumped into you hard, and he spent an hour wondering if he should “squeeze them a little.” Another student stepped on your foot. He was already out the door before you stopped him from chasing them.
The truth was that this time was an accident.
A student pushed open a door too quickly while you were standing on the other side. The edge slammed into your ribs leaving a bruise.
It hurt, of course. A lot more than you wanted to admit.
Dealing with Floyds reaction seemed easier. So you hid it. And it worked!
For exactly one day.
Floyd was like creepily observant when it came to you.
You were sitting in Floyds room above Mostro Lounge trying not to react when you shifted on the couch.
Floyd was sprawled on the end one arm over the backrest watching you. “You are acting weird,” he says.
Your stomach dropped and you laughed, trying to sound casual as you look away from him. “No I’m not?”
Floyd tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing. “You flinched three times already.” You curse yourself internally, were you really that obvious?!!?!?!
“Maybe I am just dramatic.” you try to reassure him, surely it wouldn’t seem out of the odd because you do over exaggerate sometimes.
“You are dramatic,” he says. “It’s different this time.”
You try smiling but it feels weaker.
“I think you are imagining things.”
Silence.
That was worse.
Whenever Floyd got quiet it meant he noticed something.
Before you can think of an excuse his hand wraps around your wrist.
Quick.
Not painful.
But impossible to pull from.
“Floyd—!” you gasp.
“What happened?”
His voice lost its teasing edge.
No nicknames. No joking tone.
Just direct.
“Nothing.”
His eyes narrow.
“Liar.”
Floyd pulls you into his lap. The movement sends an ache through your ribs and you suck in a breath quietly.
The second the sound leaves you—
his expression changes.
“Oh.”
The room feels still.
Floyds arm tightens around your waist.
“Who did that?”
“Nobody did anything.”
“I know,” Floyd says quietly.
“It was an accident,” you add quickly.
“Aaaah…”
Floyds humming makes your stomach twist.
You know that tone.
It’s the tone he uses when hes getting irritated.
“Who.”
“Some student opened a door fast.”
“And hit you.”
“By accident,” you repeat.
Floyd smiles.
A small dangerous smile.
“Did they apologize?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you forgive them?”
“Yes.”
A long silence follows.
Floyds hand slides against your side, fingers brushing close to the bruise and you tense.
That makes his eyes sharpen. “That bad, huh?”
“No no, It’s probably worse than it looks.” you brush it aside.
“Can I see?”
You hesitate, and that tells Floyd how bad it is.
His arm squeezes firmly your waist as he stares at you. “Shrimpy.”
“Okay okay.” You lift your shirt to show the bruise.
Everything is quiet for a second. Then- “Whoa.”
Floyds eyes stay fixed on the bruise, his expression flattening. “You hid this from me,” he mutters.
Your expression softens. “Because I knew you would overreact.”
“What do you mean overreact?” he asks, eyebrow raised, not liking the implication
“Hmm, planning a murder over a minor incident such as me getting hit by a door isn’t overreacting??”
Floyd grins. “Not murder.” then he admits, “Maybe just a little squeeze.”
You look at him.
“You are bruised all over.” Floyd purrs the words softly.
It sends vibrations down your spine.
It is the realization that Floyd hates seeing you hurt “Hate it,” he mumbles.
Your breath catches. “What?”
“I do not like seeing you all banged up.” His voice is quiet, muffled, and sincere.
Some tension leaves your shoulders.
“I am okay.”
“You are not.”
“I will be.”
Floyd stares at you for a moment before leaning down, pressing kisses against your ribs.
Careful, almost gentle, you notice every time he’s touching you he’s making sure to be gentle and not use too much of his strength on you.
“Still wanna squeeze them till they leave dents,” Floyd murmurs.
Idia learning fae language so he could tease Malleus with it while they're having sex.
Oh, Malleus would go INSANE. Full-on feral. Idia wouldn't even be able to get a full phrase out before Malleus is boderline attacking him. Kisses, bites, scratching, literally whatever Malleus can do to mark up Idia. It catches Idia so off guard but he'd never complain about all of the attention.
How writers feel after starting a jaw-dropping, pearl clutching, thigh shaking, mouth watering, soul taking series just to leave me with no aftercare and discontinue it
⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝓣hinking about how much you guys mischaracterise Idia and say that he is subby and shit, when it's in fact the opposite. (Suggestive MDNI)
Guys, did we read the same manga? Did we play the same game? Because the amount of times that I see headcanons characterizing him as a shy subby person irks me. That man is literally me if I didn't change myself for the better good, so sue me for getting mad.
He is so egotistical that it's actually so annoying, like if we put him in an environment where he's comfortable with talking he spouts shit. He is the epitome of all bark no bite, he is sarcastic, he has an ego large as my ass, and he is prideful and spiteful. That man is not at all that stuttering soft puppy boy you imagine him to be, he is bratty at best— like where are those bratty sub! Idia fics? Please guys I am begging you, if you want to write about sub Idia write about bratty sub Idia, there is literally a drought of fanfics about that.
If he gets comfortable enough with you to initiate a relationship, then he is comfortable with showing his true prideful and sarcastic ass. The reason why he stutteres most of the time is because he's in an environment where he is not comfortable with being himself. So if you wanna write about him being mean and rude put him in a situation where he is comfortable with showing his true self like: playing games in his room, bickering with his brother, etc. It's literally not that hard.
I'm so sorry if I'm being rude here it's just that I can see myself in him sometimes.
Anyways. Y'know what's good food? Tsundere Idia, Idia who: even though he's blushing and the tips of his hair are turning pink, even though he's stuttering, avoiding eye contact. Denies it because his ego is too big for him. Mhm. And then he'll bully you while you guys are playing together in his room with you on his lap as revenge. Mhmmmm. And then he nips your neck when you fluster him further because you distracted him and now he's mad at you. Mhmmmmmmm. Okay I'll stop sorry. (We can't talk here, email me)
Idia is for the people who wants someone that seems subby to other people but in private degrades you and gives sarcastic praises. Wait hold up I'm cooking.
Idia is for the people who likes being provoked. Saying shit like: "you poor thing" or "good job, stupid" to get under your nerves. Mhm— and then when you get mad at him he lowkey gets more condescending because you getting mad at him gives him a boner. Then when the argument spirals too far he lowkey makes out with you aggressively hehehe— alternatively, you brat taming him because his mouth talks too much and gagging him with your fingers hehehehe
He's actually really freaky but his stamina holds him back, that man literally needs vitamins to survive so you can imagine how fucked up his stamina is.
Loves biting you. If you have a thing for biting get ready for this man because your thighs? Shredded, your neck? Savored, your cheeks? (the one on your face not your ass, although...?) Obliterated. Especially if you're sitting on his lap and your neck is near his mouth? Yeah you're not getting out of that chair without hickies and bite marks— he has awful fiddling habits, he needs to fiddle something or do something to concentrate so be prepared to be a chew toy for him (I'm so down bad for him I swear I'll bark for him)
But also, overstimulated bratty sub Idia that gets forced to behave by overstimulation mhmmmm yummy.
Okay I'll stop sorry
𝗔/𝗻: I was ovulating and Doja cat was playing I'm sorry. But also............. Cockwarming him while he's playing his games as punishment because you made the mistake of beating him in a game— OKAY OKAY I'LL STOP I'M SORRY
Idia hated dorm leader meetings with the fiery passion. At least he could attend remotely with his floating tablet. Camera off, mic muted when he wanted, and no one could force him to show his face. Perfect.
Today’s meeting was the usual garbag, an upcoming school event. Riddle and Azul were deep in their usual polite chatter, Vil and Leona were sniping at each other, Kalim was smiling but clearly mentally somewhere else, and Malleus was absent… again. And Idia couldn’t care less. So he did what any sane (or terminally online) person would do. He opened a private chat with you.
Idia: this meeting is killing me… save me pls
Y/n: poor baby~
Y/n: Are they fighting again?
Idia: Naaah… they are just boring as hell
Y/n: want something or rather some to keep you entertained?
It started innocent enough… then quickly turned. Spicy messages flew back and forth. Then you sent the picture. You in that dark blue lacy underwear set, posing teasingly on your bed. That made his brain short circuit. Idia’s face and hair exploded into pink. His body followed. He bit his hoodie sleeve, glancing at the monitor to make sure the camera was still off, then quickly snapped a return photo, a clear, very obvious bulge straining against his grey sweatpants.
Idia: look what you did to me… you’re actually the final boss
You: good! now you have something to look forward to after the meeting <3
He was grinning like an idiot, typing another thirsty reply, when Riddle sharp voice cut through the meeting like a guillotine.
“Idia. Can you show us the decoration details?”
Idia sighed the sigh of a man who just wanted to suffer in peace. “Yeah, yeah… one sec.”
He switched his tablet to projector mode, opened the event file on his second monitor, and hit screen share. For about thirty full seconds, there was complete silence on the other end. Then Idia’s eyes slowly drifted to his main monitor….
He hadn’t shared the event file. He had shared the chat window with you…
Complete with your lacy underwear picture… and his very obvious dick print in sweatpants right below it.
A high pitched, not too manly scream tore out of Idia’s throat. “NONONONONO!!” He frantically mashed the buttons to stop screen sharing, but the damage was done. The tablet kept floating for a second longer before it clattered to the floor as he slammed the disconnect button so hard it nearly broke.
Back in his room, Idia stared at his monitors in pure existential horror. His hair flames in embarrassed pink. He slowly slid out of his gaming chair, crawled across the floor, and curled up under his bed like a dying gremlin.
“They saw it…” he whispered to himself, voice cracking. “They all saw my horny chat. They saw Y/n in lingerie. They saw my fucking boner pic…”
Meanwhile in the meeting room, Kalim was traumatized for life, eyes wide with innocent confusion “Wait… what’s just happened…?”
Vil looked like he’d seen something that could never be unseen, lip curled in disgust. “Oh sweet seven…”
Leona had that signature “what a pain” scowl mixed with second hand embarrassment.
Riddle’s face had gone nuclear red, the kind of red that usually preceded screaming “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”
Azul… that octopus bastard was already drafting a new blackmail contract with a polite little smile. “Well that was a interesting turn”
Idia pulled his hoodie over his head and let out a long, muffled groan into the floor. “I’m never leaving this room again. I’m gonna uninstall myself from existence. Delete account. Touch grass? No. I’m gonna become grass. In a forest. Far away.”
The chat notifications were already exploding. Idia shut his phone off, pulled the blanket off his bed and fully cocooned himself underneath it on the floor.
“…This is how I die.”
Ruggie Bucchi
It was your anniversary, and thanks to Leona’s “generous” gift (really just a bribe so he wouldn’t have to deal with two overly affectionate lovebirds cooing around Savanaclaw), the two of you got a proper little vacation. A nice hotel room, a full day of freedom, and zero responsibilities.
The day had been perfect, lazy picnic in a sunny park, cheap street food that Ruggie somehow bargained down to almost nothing, endless laughter, and stolen kisses whenever no one was looking. But the real present came once you were back in the hotel room after dark.
The street below was still lively with chatter, distant music, and the occasional car horn, but the room itself felt wonderfully private. Lights off, only the warm glow from the streetlamps filtering in. Ruggie, ever the devoted boyfriend who knew exactly how to spoil you when he finally had you all to himself, had wasted no time. He had you on your back on the bed, clothes long discarded, his hands gripping your thighs. That signature sharp toothed grin flashed up at you for a second before he dove in, putting his clever tongue to very good use. Ruggie was nothing if not efficient and enthusiastic that had you writhing and panting within minutes. He hummed happily clearly enjoying the way your hand fisted in his hair and the little whimpers you tried (and failed) to keep quiet.
You were right on the edge, when the words slipped out in a broken moan “Ruggie… I’m gonna cum… oh seven!!”
Half a minute later, as you finished, a loud, cheerful woman’s voice yelled from the street below “Good for you, girl! He’s a keeper!”
You both froze instantly.
Ruggie’s tongue stopped. You also froze. The street outside was still lively, meaning multiple people had probably heard your very loud, very explicit moan…
The open window. You had both completely forgotten to close earlier.
Ruggie slowly lifted his head from between your thighs, ears twitching, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and dawning horror. His face was flushed, lips shiny, hair even messier than usual from your fingers. For once, the ever smirking hyena looked genuinely caught off guard.
“…Shishishi~” he started, but the laugh came out weak and cracked. “Well… that was a memorable experience.”
You slapped both hands over your burning face, groaning loudly. “Oh my god… the whole street just heard me. They heard me saying I was about to… UUUUGGG!! Ruggie!”
He crawled up your body, trying to look casual even as his tail flicked nervously behind him. But the grin that spread across his face was pure, shameless Ruggie.
“Hey, at least she gave me a good review!” he teased, voice still a little hoarse. “He’s a keeper, huh? Told ya I’m worth keepin’ around.” He nuzzled into your neck, trying to hide his own flushed cheeks against your skin. “Though… maybe next time we should close the window.”
You peeked through your fingers, still dying inside. “There won’t be a next time! I can’t show my face outside this hotel room ever again.”
Ruggie chuckled, the sound vibrating warmly against you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled you both so you were lying on top of him. “Aw, come on, it’s not that bad. People celebrate anniversaries all the time. We just celebrated ours… loudly.” He gave your butt a playful squeeze, ears perking up again. “Besides, I guess we just give them a show. Maybe I should start charging~”
“Ruggie!”
Eventually he did get up and close the window (and the curtains this time), but not before shouting a cheeky “Thanks for the support, lady!” down to the street, which only made you groan louder and pull the pillow over your head.
Anniversary night slightly ruined, but Ruggie’s mischievous affection made sure it still ended with plenty of laughter… and a very determined second attempt.
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia was feeling particularly proud of himself tonight. He had you beneath him on his bed, the lights dimmed, his usual playful energy dialed up to full seductive mode. For an ancient fae he was in excellent shape, toned, flexible, and full of stamina. He’d been reminding you of that very fact between heated kisses and teasing bites along your neck.
You moaned softly, legs wrapped around him, hands tangled in his pink and black hair. Everything felt amazing, his playful rhythm, the way he kept whispering filthy little praises in your ear, how effortlessly he held himself above you.
Until it wasn’t.
Mid thrust, a sharp, sudden pain lanced through Lilia lower back. His whole body tensed, hips stop as his face twisted for a split second.
You blinked up at him, still hazy with pleasure. “Lilia…? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
He stayed perfectly still for a moment, clearly trying to will the pain away through sheer stubborn pride. Finally, through slightly gritted teeth, he admitted “…Just a small pain in my back. Nothing serious.”
You couldn’t help it. A smile slowly pulled across your face, growing wider the longer you looked at him. The ancient, powerful general who loved acting like an eternal teenager had just gotten a back cramp during sex. Lilia noticed your expression immediately.
“Don’t!” he warned, eyes narrowing.
But you couldn’t resist.
“Aww~ is my handsome old man getting a little sore?” you teased sweetly, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Maybe you really can’t keep up with me anymore. Should I go grab your medication and cane? We can continue after your nap~”
You felt his eye twitch against your palm. The mortification on Lilia’s face was priceless. His pointed ears flicked, and for once the ever confident fae looked genuinely flustered, cheeks faintly pink, pride visibly cracking.
“I am in perfect condition!” he insisted, voice a touch too high. “I simply… wish to change positions. That is all.”
You bit your lip to keep it from laughing, but the amusement was obvious in your voice. “Of course, of course. We can switch. I’ll ride you instead… but you have to promise you won’t get a stroke in the middle of it. I’d hate to explain that to Silver.”
Lilia’s eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of embarrassment and playful warning. That signature mischievous smile returned, but it was sharper now. “Be careful… You’re going to regret that teasing.” he said, voice low and full of promise as he carefully rolled you both over so you were on top.
“Careful old man now.” you cooed, unable to stop grinning. “Wouldn’t want you to throw your hip out next.”
Lilia gave you a very pointed warning smile, fangs flashing. “Keep running that mouth and I’ll show you exactly how ‘old’ I am… even if it means I’ll need a heating pad and an ice pack afterward.”
Despite the back pain and the blow to his ego, Lilia refused to let the mood die completely. He was still very much determined to finish what he started.
You’d definitely be paying for those comments later…
Rook Hunt
You knew having sex in the middle of the woods wasn’t the brightest idea. But Rook had been so convincing. Whispering about the thrill of nature, the privacy, the “poetic beauty of raw passion under the trees.” And honestly?
It sounded hot!!
So here you were. Bent over, forearms braced against a thick tree trunk, legs shaking as Rook thrust into you from behind. One of his gloved hands held your hip firmly in place. His voice was low and honeyed, murmuring sweet, dramatic praises right against your ear between kisses to your neck. Everything felt perfect. The forest was quiet, the air cool against your skin.
Until you noticed it.
A squirrel. Sitting on a low branch not far away, holding a nut in its tiny paws like a tiny spectator. It was staring. Directly at you two. Unblinking. You tried to ignore it, but the little creature just kept watching with what you swore was pure judgment in its eyes.
You reached back and tapped Rook’s arm frantically. “Rook… Rook,stop for a second.” you hissed, voice breathless. “There’s a squirrel. It’s… it’s watching us. And I swear it’s judging me!”
Rook paused. He lifted his head, eyes narrowing as he spotted the small animal. For a rare moment, even the ever dramatic Rook Hunt froze. The squirrel chittered something, then slowly turned and hopped away with its nut, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Rook stayed silent for a few long seconds, clearly processing. Then his shoulders started shaking.
You looked back at him over your shoulder. “What? What did it say? You understand animals, right? Tell me!”
Rook’s lips twitched. He tried, he really tried to keep his usual elegant composure, but the corners of his mouth kept curling upward until he finally let out a bright, delighted laugh.
“Ah… my love…” he said, voice thick with amusement “it appears we have offended our furry spectator. The little guy said…” He cleared his throat dramatically. “‘Right in front of my lunch… Humans are disgusting.’”
You stared at him.
Then reality hit.
You were bent over in the woods, half naked, getting railed by your boyfriend… and a squirrel had just called you disgusting for doing it in front of his lunch spot….
The mood died instantly.
“Oh my god…” you groaned, covering your burning face with both hands, still braced against the tree. “We just got called disgusting by a squirrel. Rook, I can’t anymore. The forest is judging us...”
“Well… that’s a unique experience I must say” He cupped your cheeks, eyes sparkling with pure delight. “Though I must admit, being scolded by a squirrel was… not the audience I had envisioned for our little performance.”
He kissed your forehead, still chuckling. “Forgive me. I thought we had found the perfect spot. It seems even the animals have opinions on proper etiquette.”
The squirrel incident became one of Rook’s favorite stories to tease you with. He never did let you live it down.
Can you make a smut short story about cock warming idia while he’s gaming, and that he becomes a whiny mess. If you don’t want to so that that’s totally fine🥹
★Get Off The Internet!★
Synopsis: Even if it were normal to just enjoy each other's presence, you still yearn for his attention.
Warnings! Porn no plot, cock warming, exhibitionism(?), degradation, humiliation, mentions of other kinks, slight cervix kissing, spit kink, begging
It was the usual for the two of you—just hanging out in his room while he played his games. You weren't one for those online strategy games, finding them a hassle to play. Thankfully, Idia never pushed you to play!
It did, however, stir some sort of jealousy inside you while you watched him enjoy his time with some randos from the internet. Your eyes glared at him and then at his PC, wishing a blackout would happen so he could focus on you instead.
Focus only on you…
Oh!
Jeez, how could you forget how easy this man was for your touch?
“Idia.” You called out, testing the waters to see if he could hear you from those god-awful headphones. His eyes remained on the screen, spouting some nonsense to his teammates.
Slowly, you stood up and made your way towards him. Idia still hasn't noticed anything—not even when you were standing behind him. Your hands creeped to his shoulders, making him jolt and look for the culprit. “Wha—?!” Once he saw you, he tried questioning you but was only forced to look back on his screen.
Your hand kept him firmly in place as you crept to his side. You leaned closer, moving his headphones to the side to whisper in his ear. “Focus on your game.” How contradictory. You wanted his attention, and now, you're forcing him to ignore you?
Despite the nagging urge to look back at you, Idia gulped and shakily returned to playing. It was hard to focus. Your hands roamed his body, even going as far as sliding into the inside of his shirt. Idia had to suppress a whine, becoming all too aware of his unmuted mic.
Your actions grew bolder—sliding yourself in between his legs and pulling down his pants. Idia could feel your hands on his bare thighs, and yet he didn't look down. For some reason, his body followed your command. His eyes should not leave the screen until you told him to.
Idia sucked in a moan when your lips kissed his clothed erection. He could barely hold onto the mouse, his hands darting to hover over your head. Fuck, he shouldn't… He needs to focus on the game.
Your kisses grew insistent—mouthing the outline of his cock before sucking on it lightly. His hands kept going back and forth from his keyboard to your head, as if he were stopping himself from touching you. Idia was such a good boy. Perhaps you should reward him.
You shifted your body until you could sit comfortably on his lap, effectively blocking his view. Idia wanted to scream at you. Why were you doing this while he was in the middle of a game?! Not to mention, his mic was literally on! Whatever your reason was, he was going to get back at you after this.
He adjusted himself until his face was on your shoulder, his eyes still glued on the screen. You lifted yourself slightly, pulling his cock out as you rubbed it against your soaked panties. His eyes rolled back, biting down on your shoulder to stop his whimpers. Idia has dreamt about this—getting his cock rubbed against your panties until he comes… but can you do it after the fucking game?!
Your free hand reached to move his headphone once again, giving his ear little nibbles and moaning quietly directly into it. You were seriously doing this on purpose. You knew Idia couldn't keep his voice down. He can't even focus to turn off his mic!
Finally, you pushed your panties aside and slowly sank down on his cock. Idia's body stilled as he bit down harder, tearing your skin and drawing blood. He can't be quiet; have some mercy on him. However, you stopped. You didn't move and just sat there. What the fuck was actually wrong with you?
Idia thrusts up, urging you to move even just a little. You ignored him, settling to nuzzle against his neck. He was going to lose it. You were so warm and tight, but it wasn't enough! You can't start something and give up halfway!
His fingers stilled on his keyboard, suddenly flexing before he losing his mind. All he wanted now was for you to move—to fuck him senseless while his teammates listened in. He wanted them to hear just how good you make him feel, something they can never experience.
After much hesitation, Idia's hand settled on your back as he adjusted your position into something more comfortable. “Please… just fuck me already…” His quiet pleas almost made you listen to him. But no, you had a vision.
“Sheesh… They'll hear you.”
“I li-literally can't focus on anything but y-your pussy... come on, fucking mo—hng!—move!"
He whined louder, both arms now wrapped around you as he pleaded for you to move. Idia buried his face into your chest, his headphones now idly sitting on his head while he tried to fuck himself onto your cunt.
Your hand reached to pinch his nipple, a warning to get him to stop. “Ow! What the fu—”
“Your teammates are hearing how pathetic you are now. Do you really not care?” You harshly scolded him, twisting his nipple more to get your point across. Although all that did was make him moan louder. Idia has no shame. He was begging so loudly that you were the one embarrassed for him.
You quickly grabbed his face, forcing his mouth open and taking a hold of his tongue. “You were glued to this damn computer, and now, you're begging for me? Even if others hear you?!" Your face twisted in disgust before spitting directly into his mouth, making him shiver as he felt it slide onto his tongue.
Idia groaned as you let go of his tongue, hands settling on your hips. “I'll do anything! You can fuck me in t-the ass, choke me, to-torture my balls, fuck, I'll even let you use that sounding rod—just fuck me!”
Your grin grew wider as he listed the things you can do to him; it was practically a list of his own kinks. You won this time. You got his attention and even had the chance to humiliate him in front of those randos.
“You better not forget that, Idia.” You lifted your hips until the tip was barely in and slammed back down until you felt him hit your womb. The room was filled with moans and pleas as he finally focused on you.
Thank fuck he muted his mic before he lost his mind. He will NEVER be caught begging by anyone, trust.
