#idia x reader

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums embarrassingly fast at first because he’s inexperienced and the new sensations feel overwhelmingly good. Being touched by you feels completely different from how he touches himself, and the novelty of it all only amplifies the intensity of the pleasure. Idia simply can’t hold back from blowing his load even if he tries. Over time, he grows used to sex and slowly builds up a tolerance which helps him last longer.

Idia likes cumming on your face or chest to mark you in his seed, though he will cum into a tissue at your request. He just likes how you look covered in his seed and will take pictures of your ruined face if you give him permission. Those will be filed away in a super secret, encrypted folder for him to use as fuel for future wanking sessions.

His semen tastes unpleasant due to his diet of unhealthy, processed foods. It’s very bitter with a slightly salty tang. If you complain about the flavor, Idia will feel self-conscious and will attempt to marginally fix his diet to improve the flavor or encourage you to spit it out. As much as he finds the idea of you swallowing his cum hot, he doesn’t want to force you to consume it if it tastes bad. He wouldn’t eat something he hated the taste of, so it’s only fair that you shouldn’t have to, either.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Idia has been a hardcore otaku for years, so he’s well versed in all things related to otaku culture such as hentai. He’s consumed his fair share of hentai anime and manga which shaped his tastes in kinks and serve as inspiration for his sexual fantasies. He dreams of seeing you dressed up in sexy cosplay of his favorite characters or something cheesy like a skimpy maid outfit or a bunnygirl costume. He also fantasizes about tying you up and using sex toys of his own making on you until you’re a sobbing, overstimulated mess. He wants to see you go stupid with pleasure like those girls in hentai manga.

However, for all his raunchy fantasies, Idia is not brave enough to act on them. He has a stash of sexy costumes and toys that he bought on a whim at 3AM while imagining you using them, but he’s too nervous to introduce these items to you. He worries that you won’t like them and will think he’s a gross, degenerate freak. Once he grows more comfortable in your relationship or you reveal that you share similar kinks, then Idia will excitedly dump his collection on you. Until then, it will remain a carefully guarded secret.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Does watching and reading hentai count? Because Idia has consumed a fair amount of hentai and learned about sex and kinks from it, he just lacks hands-on practice… okay, yes, he’s a pitiful otaku virgin whose only experience with sex is watching porn. Did you honestly expect anything different?

While Idia learned a lot from hentai, he knows that what is depicted on the screen isn’t accurate to real life, so he did some of his own research. His main motivator was curiosity about sex and how it differed from its depictions in fiction, but he took that research more seriously once he became your boyfriend. Now that the possibility of sexual intimacy was on the table, Idia wanted to be prepared in case you wanted to take that step. The last thing he wants is to mess up or embarrass himself in front of you right as you’re getting intimate. He would die of shame.

During your first time together, Idia spends a lot of time on foreplay because he worries you might not be turned on enough to make the sex feel good. He will also want you to take the lead because he’s nervous about messing up, and it’s just easier on him if you were the one to determine how far the two of you went and what kind of depth and pace you wanted. The less he has to worry about, the less stressed he will be, though if you’re struggling, he will step up and take the lead.

If you’re a virgin like him, Idia feels pressured to make the experience as painless and pleasurable as possible for you, though he will be glad that you’re less likely to judge his skills. If you’re experienced, then he’ll feel relieved that at least one of you knows what they’re doing since his brain is a scrambled mess from nerves. However, he will also feel a little jealous and insecure that someone else had been this intimate with you before, and worries that you might compare him to a past partner.

Despite his inexperience, Idia’s research and quick learning serve him well. He knows where to touch and how to read your cues to determine your likes and dislikes, like how you tighten around his cock whenever he kisses you during sex, or how you grow wetter when he speaks deliciously filthy things in your ear. He learns early into your sex life where all your erogenous zones are and what turns you on, and shamelessly takes advantage of this information to turn you into putty.

Once Idia amasses enough experience to feel confident about his ability to please you, he acts bolder and cockier. Almost arrogant, even, because he knows all the right buttons to push to have you unraveling for him in no time at all. He can toy with you if he wishes or make you go stupid from pleasure, and that gives him a sense of power which swells his ego. You can easily humble him for a time by turning the tables and showing that you also know how to render him a blabbering mess if you choose.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Idia’s stamina is low, and he doesn’t like physically straining himself, so he likes positions like cowgirl where you do most of the moving. It’s a huge turn-on for him to watch you use his body to get yourself off, plus he gets a nice view of your bouncing breasts and easy access to toy with them or your clit.

Spooning is also great for when you’re both feeling lazy. It has a limited range of movement for Idia, but it works out nicely for when you’re just in the mood for lazy lovemaking instead of rough fucking. It’s easy on the body and he gets to cuddle you from behind while feeling good—what’s not to love?

He’s also into doggystyle since it’s not as strenuous and gives a nice view of your ass. Plus, he can mark up the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders the way he knows you like. He loves it when your arms give out partway through and you fall facedown on the bed while he keeps your hips raised. This position allows for deeper penetration, and knowing that he made you feel so good that your limbs grew weak is an ego boost for him.

He won’t admit it out loud, but Idia likes being able to see your face during sex, so classic missionary is also a favorite of his. It’s basic, but being able to watch your facial expressions change when he makes you feel good turns him on, and the eye contact creates a sense of intimacy that a position like doggy lacks. It makes Idia feel more emotionally connected to you, plus it gives him ammunition to tease you with, such as pointing out how lewd your facial expressions look (he loves them and wants to see you make more ahegao faces). He does variations of missionary by hiking one or both of your legs up on his shoulders or pressing your knees to your chest for deeper penetration.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

How Idia behaves during sex heavily depends on the mood and his comfort level, but he’s expressive by nature, which carries over to the bedroom. When he’s comfortable in your presence, he impulsively cracks a few jokes or brings up memes he’s reminded of during the moment. For example, you might be doing a maid roleplay scenario, and Idia will ask you to do the classic “Would you like dinner, a bath, or me?” meme. Alternatively, he might also play make-believe with the sex toys, such as taking a tentacle-shaped dildo and poking you with it to pretend a monster was trying to get you, complete with silly sound effects.

Idia also tends to be unintentionally goofy by narrating to himself. This mainly happened in the beginning stages of your sex life and tapered off once he got comfortable having sex. He’d mutter about hentai manga not being accurate, how he’s in over his head, or how everything must be a horny-induced dream because there’s no way you’d let him get this far with you, right?

Although Idia can act silly, he’s not as laidback as he may appear. He wants to look confident and in-control in front of you, but he’s also constantly keeping tabs on you to ensure your well-being and enjoyment, especially when engaging in kinks. Idia is wary of going too far and pushing you either physically or psychologically past what you’re comfortable with.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Idia is naturally smooth down there. He doesn’t have much body hair aside from the hair on his head, which is lucky for him because he would neglect grooming it.

Although Idia would be lazy about trimming his pubic hair, he doesn’t neglect his hygiene. He may be a slob, but even he doesn’t like feeling gross or smelling bad. He doesn’t want to be perceived as unclean by others, but especially by you since you’re his girlfriend. He wants to be clean and smell nice in case you want to do something intimate, like kiss or have spontaneous sex, which is why he became more particular about his hygiene after becoming your boyfriend.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Idia isn’t good at being romantic and says it point blank. After all, before he fell for you, he thought that love was nothing more than a mix of chemicals in the brain that people lost their minds over. He scoffs at the idea of wooing a partner with bouquets of flowers and romantic speeches, thinking such acts needlessly performative and cringey. You won’t get any sweet proclamations of love or flamboyantly romantic gestures from him in the bedroom. The most he would do is lace your fingers together or shower you in praise when he’s lost in the throes of pleasure.

While he’s not good at being romantic, Idia expresses his love for you in other ways. He lets his walls down and allows himself to be vulnerable with you during sex. It’s a big deal for him to let you see him naked, hear the embarrassing sounds of pleasure he makes, and have you touch him so intimately. After all, he doesn’t do this with just anyone. The fact that you have such a privilege speaks of how important you are to Idia and how deeply he trusts you.

His care shines through in the little things he does, like keeping an eye on your physical and mental well-being when engaging in kinks and stopping things before they go too far, forcing his tired body to fetch you a glass of water when he’d rather collapse in bed and fall asleep, and cuddling you after sex. It’s especially prominent during aftercare when he lets you steal his hoodie, raid his snack stash, and even lets you win at a video game just to see you happy (without you finding out he lost on purpose, of course).

If you cling to Idia and say you love him during lovemaking, he has to hold back from crying because those words hit him like an arrow to the heart. The knowledge that someone genuinely loves him makes Idia emotional and he hides his face in your shoulder so you can’t see how his eyes glisten with unshed tears. A similar thing happens if you’re worshipping his body or giving him affectionate praise. The feeling of being adored overwhelms him and makes him emotional because he sees himself as someone undesirable and unworthy of love. He still finds it hard to accept that you actually like him despite his quirks and awkwardness, but the sensation of your loving touch reassures him it’s all real and not a figment of his imagination.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Idia masturbates nearly every day and sometimes multiple times in one day if he’s horny enough. His jacking sessions usually happen in the evenings when Ortho is out, thus giving Idia some alone time. He reads or watches hentai while touching himself, though depending on how turned-on he is, he may come quicker on some occasions and take longer for others.

He usually uses hentai as fap material, but after becoming sexually intimate with you, Idia starts using thoughts of you instead. Memories of your lewd faces and sounds, the way you squeezed around his cock, and the filthy things you said would replay in his mind and turn him on more than any 2D anime girl ever could. He’ll also jerk to photos and videos from your sex sessions if you allow him to take any.

Idia masturbates alone when he needs to release stress and you’re not available or he’s not in the mood for sex but still craves sexual relief. If he’s more horny than usual or craves extra stimulation, he’ll call you up for some phone sex or sext you if that’s something you’re into. Alternatively, he’ll ask if you want to come over to his place for more hands-on stimulation, if you catch his drift.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

When you first start having sex, Idia keeps his kinks to himself. It’s overwhelming enough just figuring out how things work and making it a good time for both of you without introducing more variables to worry about. Furthermore, he fears that his kinks will freak you out and that you’ll think negatively of him—or worse—leave him. It will take a great deal of time, patience, and trust, but eventually he’ll share them with you. Depending on how accepting you are, Idia will either feel relieved and excited that you agreed to experiment with some of his kinks, or disappointed that you rejected them and promises to never bring them up again.

In terms of actual kinks, he has a lot that he accrued over years of watching anime and playing video games. It’s a whole list.

One of his biggest kinks is power play. Idia enjoys situations where one of you takes on a dominant role and the other a submissive one. He is a switch so he can handle both but leans more dominant. He feels safer having control over a situation since he’s the one deciding what happens and when. The predictability eases his nerves. He also cherishes the trust you put in him to take care of you when he doms and likes feeling needed by you. On the flip side, when he subs, he likes knowing that he can give up control and trust you to take care of him. For once, he doesn’t have to worry about anything and lets you call the shots, which is liberating in its own way.

His love for power play ties into roleplay, petplay, and cosplay. He’s fond of raunchy scenarios with power imbalance like master and servant, doctor and patient, owner and pet, etc. Of course, the scenarios wouldn’t hit the same without costumes and titles. Idia isn’t fond of dressing up for special occasions but doing it for roleplay takes on a whole different flavor for him. He’ll pull out all the stops to get outfits made with high quality fabrics and accurate detailing. He’ll even design his own if he can’t find what he wants, like a pair of high-quality cat ears and anal plug with a matching tail attachment for a more authentic look. He also likes using titles that establish authority, such as Master/Mistress, senpai, goshujin-sama/ojou-sama, etc... He's pretty flexible about what to use and can negotiate with you to see which titles you'd enjoy using.

Idia likes exerting control in other ways, too, like through edging. Being in control of your pleasure and orgasm gives him a surge of power, and he makes you beg for release with that infuriatingly smug grin of his just to boost his ego further.

He’s also a huge fan of praise and body worship, particularly when it comes to receiving. Idia boasts a lot about his gaming skills and intellectual genius, but he doesn’t think all that highly of himself as an individual. Hearing you praise him for his looks or behaviour hits him hard. Call him your good boy, say how good he’s being for you, how pretty he looks all wrecked and needy while kissing or caressing his body, and it will feel like a balm to Idia’s soul. He shied away from it at first because being praised and worshipped so tenderly made him emotional and he felt undeserving of such attention, but he grows to love and even crave it from you.

He’s also good at giving praise when dominating, though depending on the situation, he can be mocking about it. In fact, when dominating, Idia leans towards degradation and dirty talk. He enjoys humiliating others, but with you, every derogatory name and humiliating phrase is said with affection. He loves seeing you all desperate and messy for him. His words aren’t mean to hurt but to establish power, though if you are turned off by degradation then Idia won’t use it on you. He will never force a kink upon you that you do not like.

Idia is into rougher kinks like bondage, toys, and hair pulling which he likes giving as much as receiving. Bondage ties into his love for powerplay since he likes tying you up and having you at his mercy, or being the one tied up and letting you do as you like with him. Hair pulling is a favorite of his when he’s subbing or giving you oral, though he’s happy to tug on yours too. Be a little rough with him, it turns him on.

Some other kinks he has is paizuri, bukkake, cockwarming, phone sex, videotaping/taking photos, and collars. Idia dreams of getting a tittyfuck like in one of his hentai mangas and cumming on his partner’s skin. If you let him ejaculate on your face or breasts, he’ll want to take a picture to capture how hot you look covered in his cum but only with your explicit permission. Same thing applies to videotaping. He’ll want to film you while you give him a blowjob or while he fucks you in cosplay but only if you allow it. Every video and photo will be hidden away in an encrypted file locked behind several passwords so nobody other than him will ever see it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The only place where Idia feels comfortable having sex is in his room. Maybe your room if you manage to kick Grim and the ghosts out, but 99% of the time he prefers doing it in his room. It’s soundproofed so nobody will hear what you’re doing in there, he knows for a fact that nobody will barge in to interrupt, and it has everything one needs for a fun session of kinky sex. Toys? Check. Cosplay outfits? Camera? Check and check. Post-coital snacks and drinks for restoring energy? Also check. He has everything he’ll ever need in his room, so Idia sees it as more of a hassle to plan sex elsewhere. Plus, it’s his personal kingdom. His heavenly abode where he is most at ease and at his most confident since he knows what to expect. He can’t relax nearly as well elsewhere, so having sex somewhere other than his room will stress him out.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Idia is perpetually horny for you, so it doesn’t take much to turn him on. Play along with his cringey sexy roleplays (like being an obedient maid or dominant nurse), dress up in revealing outfits or cosplay, or simply bend over to show off your assets and Idia will be hooked.

Even simply agreeing to explore a kink he’s interested in will have arousal banking in the pit of his stomach just from anticipating the day you’ll help make his fantasies a reality. Other easy ways to turn him on are sexting, dirty talk, and nudes, all of which he’ll eagerly reciprocate.

Idia also gets super turned on when he sees you enjoy a session of lovemaking. Seeing you get aroused and eager for him from the things he says and does to you is like a shot of aphrodisiac straight into his bloodstream. Your arousal and desire for him turn Idia on.

Seeing you in his clothes also gets him going. He wears oversized hoodies and loose shirts, so seeing the excess fabric swallow you up and hang off your hands is a critical hit to his heart. It’s an adorable sight and satisfies his possessiveness since wearing his cloths is basically stating that you’re his. If you wear nothing except his striped shirt, Idia will pop an instant boner at the tantalizing sight and anticipation of what you’re hiding underneath.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Exhibitionism is an absolute no. If anyone caught Idia in such a compromising position, he would be mortified and would lock himself up in his room. At that point, nothing and no one will make him come outside, not you, Ortho, or the end of the world. Idia also hates the idea of anyone seeing you in such a compromising position. He wants to be the only one who gets to see your lewd expressions and bare skin, and be the only one to hear the erotic sounds you make when he fucks you. Anyone else seeing or hearing these things will make him possessive over you.

Consequently, Idia hates the idea of threesomes or group sex. He will feel jealous and insecure if you want to bring a third party into the picture, which will kill his sex drive. He won’t mesh well with the other person even if it’s someone he’s very familiar with. It takes Idia a long time to trust someone enough to let them into his world, much less be intimate with. It’s not a bond that can be built overnight. Idia won’t have the same level of trust and comfort towards a third party that he has with you, which will make him anxious and withdrawn. He wouldn’t feel comfortable acting like his usual self with someone else watching, and he will also see them as competition for who can please you better, which adds to his stress.

Other things he’s not into are knifeplay (or anything to do with drawing blood) and non-con. Even if you say ahead of time that you consent to him forcing himself on you, Idia still doubts whether you really want this, and will feel like the lowest scum if you say “Stop it!” or “No!”. He will stop immediately and refuse to continue until he’s certain you truly want this or call this off entirely, since it kills his arousal.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Idia loves receiving oral, but was shy about asking for it in the beginning, and came embarrassingly quickly the first time you gave him a blowjob. Over time, he develops a tolerance and lasts longer. He also gains the confidence to shamelessly ask for oral. In fact, he will suggest that you suck him off while he games and might turn it into a challenge where he must complete a mission in a video game while you do your best to break his focus using your mouth and make him lose.

He adores the sight of your lips stretching around the girth of his dick while you look up at him. It’s one of the sexiest things ever, and he tries to burn that image of you into his brain for when he needs to rub one out. The more enthusiastic you are about giving him head, the more into it Idia gets because it turns him on to know you want this as much as he does. It turns him on like crazy if, while sucking him off, you get horny and slip a hand between your legs to play with yourself. Your enjoyment makes him enjoy the blowjob more.

When it comes to eating you out, Idia comes prepared. He doesn’t want to disappoint you by giving mediocre oral, so he does a ton of research. He reads all kinds of sex advice articles, forums, studies anatomy diagrams, and watches video tutorials for advice on proper techniques. He doesn’t get it perfect on his first try, but the combination of your feedback, his research, and his analytical studying of your reactions help him quickly learn how you like to be eaten out. Idia gives you surprisingly good oral for his first time and continues to get better the more he goes down on you. He grows to like it a lot because burying his face in your folds and tasting your arousal turns him on, plus he finds it hot to watch you come undone from just his mouth (he pops a boner every time). His favorite thing to do is latching his mouth onto your pussy and sucking hard until he has your back arching off the bed. His aim will be to get you to squirt like he’s seen girls do in hentai manga.

Aside from sucking on his cock, he also likes having you suck on his fingers. He might make you suck on them as a prelude to a blowjob or during sex to fill you from both ends.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Because his stamina is low, Idia tends to go for a moderate pace that feels good without tiring him out. His thrusts are usually rough and deep, particularly when having kinky sex. His speed can also alternate depending on his mood. While he can’t keep a fast and rough pace for long, he can switch to it to fuck you silly, or do the opposite and slow down just to tease you (and help himself last a little longer). Aside from teasing, Idia also engages in slower sex when you’re having intimate lovemaking or exploring a new kink/position that you need time to adjust to.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Idia prefers full-length sessions because he likes the foreplay. Of course, he loves the pleasure that comes with intercourse, but being able to explore kinks, experiment with toys, and bring his degenerate fantasies to life with you is arguably the most fun part about sex. However, sometimes he gets really horny from fantasizing about you (such as recalling a nude photo or raunchy text you sent him or a memory from one of your sessions) but there’s no time for drawn-out foreplay, so Idia will settle for a quickie to release the tension and clear his head from those thoughts.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes and no. Idia is very interested in experimenting with new things in the bedroom, like kinks and toys, but he’s cautious about it. He’s wary of suggesting something that might scare you off or coming unprepared and either fumbling the ball or accidentally hurting you. After all, real life isn’t like one of his video games. He can’t just reload a save file or hit ctrl+z to undo a mistake. As such, he’s hesitant about suggesting things to try at first, but will once your relationship progresses further, or you make the first move by suggesting something yourself. Even then, he’ll be cautious and test the waters by suggesting more common kinks like light powerplay, light bondage, and praise. If you end up loving these kinks, he’ll suggest more and gradually take things up a notch by suggesting things like cosplay, roleplay, spanking, basic sex toys, and go from there based on your preferences.

Idia is also cautious about performing anything new. He does a lot of research on how to perform a kink safely, what precautions must be taken, and how to perform appropriate aftercare before even pitching the idea of trying it. He wants to make sure he knows what he’s doing so his chances of messing up decrease. It all boils down to his paranoia about failing you and making you hate him or turn you off from intimacy with him. Thankfully, it eases the longer you engage in sex and the more positive feedback you give him about enjoying his ideas and experiments.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is low, so Idia tries to hold out longer by incorporating toys or roleplay to keep you engaged while he takes a break. Alternatively, he might use these methods to get you off first before having sex so the session wouldn’t end too quickly. He usually goes for one long round, which can last an hour or longer, depending on how long the foreplay takes and who is doing most of the moving. He can maybe last two rounds if he’s particularly horny, but three would be seriously pushing his limit. He’d tap out by that point. Just straight up pass out from exhaustion, and the next day complain about being sore.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Idia is into sex toys because he finds them fun to use on himself and you, and because they take off some of the physical burden of sex. As a tech nerd, he’s made a few toys and also bought some for personal use, such as a bullet vibe, a pocket pussy, and a prostate massager. He’ll bring them out for you to use on him if you ask. Idia also has an encrypted folder on his computer filled with schematics for all kinds of sex toys he wants to make for you. There’s stuff like dildos with special enhancements (like rotation, inflation, texture changes, and vibration), anal plugs with animal tails that can move, nipple pumps, fucking machines, vibrators of all shapes and sizes, and more. He can procure them all, of course, but he likes making the toys himself because he can improve and tailor them to your tastes.

He feels proud if he makes a toy you end up loving and happily eats up your praise, gloating that of course it was amazing, he was the one that made it, after all. It will motivate him to make more of such toys just to see you happy and hear your praise again.

Idia loves teasing you with sex toys. Let him tie you up and tease you with a vibrating dildo by circling it around your clit before pushing just the tip past your entrance to make you crave more, only to trail it back up to tease your clit again. Let him finger your asshole and loosen it up to take a plug in your ass with a cat tail attachment to match the cat ear headband he put on you. Let him tape bullet vibrators to your nipples and clit and watch you writhe as you’re left tied up and at his mercy while he controls the intensity of the vibrations with a remote. Let him watch you get railed by a fucking machine of his own making and cum on a silicone dildo in the shape of his cock. Idia wants to watch you fall apart on the toys while jacking himself off to that depraved sight of you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Idia loves teasing in general, but he’s particularly enthusiastic about it during sex. Since he likes orgasm denial, he will bring you close to climax with his fingers, mouth, or toys but will pull away just before you crest over to deny you release. He’ll grin that maniacal toothy grin or his and demand that you beg to be allowed to cum. He’ll even lightly tap your clit to entice you to cave in to his ultimatum. Idia simply loves making you needy and desperate for him since he thinks you look erotic like that, plus it stokes his ego to hear you beg for his touch. Being in control of your pleasure is one of his favorite things.

He might deny you orgasm while giving you oral and demand that you beg him to let you cum, but once you do, he will grant you the release you crave. He’ll latch onto your center and lave at your clit while fingering you until you crest over the edge but won’t stop until he’s wrung every last drop of pleasure your body has to give. Idia will drag out your orgasm until he has you sobbing and shaking from oversensitivity.

Aside from physical teasing, Idia is also super into verbal teasing. He playfully points out how your body seems to crave his touch while you try to look unaffected, how he didn’t expect you to be so lewd, or how you’re soaking through your panties before he even got to touch you properly. If you’re into dirty talk or degradation, he’ll be meaner with his words (see Volume) but still retains notes of affection. You better believe that underneath that aloof, teasing demeanor of his, Idia is memorizing your every twitch and whimper because he still can’t believe that you’re real. That you’re here with him, letting him do these things to you, and humoring him by playing along with his desires. You are a fantasy come to life, and although he can be a bit mean with the things he says, Idia believes he’s blessed to have you in his life.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If he’s in a submissive role then Idia is quite loud. He lets out a lot of flustered exclamations, whimpers, choked moans, and even senseless blabbering when approaching orgasm. If he’s dominating, then he’s quieter since most of the action happens to you instead of himself. He groans, teases you, and sometimes laughs in his signature “Whee hee hee” like the weirdo he is.

The things he says depend a lot on your roles and his comfort level with sex.

For instance, if he’s new to sex and isn’t confident about his performance, Idia will doubt whether you truly want this and might go off on self-deprecating tangent: “W-Wait! Are you okay with this? Like, actually? T-This isn’t some sort of trap where you say it’s all a joke and make fun of me for getting my hopes up like some pathetic virgin otaku, is it? Or a—uh—generous miscalculation on my part? Am I reading the situation wrong and misconstruing your intentions? Heh, there’s no way you’d want to have sex with a gloomy shut-in like me…”

If he’s dominating during a maid and master roleplay, he might say: “Oho? Someone’s impatient. What happened to all that sass and bravado? Where’d that feisty little maid go? Gone, isn’t she? Replaced by this needy, begging mess. All my doing, whee hee hee… Pathetic~”

During teasing using oral or sex toys: “Fuck—Look at you. All desperate and messy for me just from a little teasing. You want me to let you cum, don’t you? Yeah? Then make me. Be a good girl and beg for it properly.”

If you’re domming and edging him in return: “P-Please! I’ll—hah—let you borrow my limited edition Premo hoodie! I’ll build you a—ugh—new phone! I’ll be your good boy forever just—fuck! Just let me cum, please!”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Idia is a decent artist and sometimes gets the urge to draw an idea at 3AM that he must pen down lest it keep him up all night. Most of it are random sketches and project blueprints but some of those drawings are of you. He has a heavily encrypted and password-protected folder on his computer where he keeps sketches of you dressed as one of his favorite video game characters or of you and him re-enacting a romantic scene he read in a manga.

However, a few of those drawings are more lewd. Idia doesn’t dare draw you explicitly since he would feel like a creep otherwise, but he does draw you dressed in sexual outfits like a catgirl maid or bunny girl, or in suggestive poses.

That folder also contains a few comic pages he drew featuring characters that look suspiciously similar to you and himself. Most of the pages have cute and wholesome scenarios with a sprinkling of NSFW tropes. He draws the comics for fun and to explore what-if scenarios for ideas he’s not yet brave enough to share with you, or simply to develop his fantasies further.

Bonus headcanon: Idia has long and slender fingers that sport callouses from years of gaming and tinkering with tech. They’re nimble enough that he can effortlessly curl them against your G-spot when fingering you while rubbing your clit with his thumb. His dexterity and ability to multitask make him great at fingering.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

(A reminder than girth is circumference and not diameter)

Is a little bigger than average. 15 cm (5.9 inches) in length and 11 cm (4.3 inches) in girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Idia has a relatively high sex drive. He craves sex almost daily, but doing it two or three times a week is the sweet spot for him since sex drains him of energy and uses up a lot of his free time that he might have otherwise used for gaming or designing Ortho some new gear.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

How quickly Idia falls asleep depends on how tired he is. He’ll either pass out almost immediately or stay up late into the night, glued to his tablet. If he’s exhausted, he collapses in bed without bothering to clean up. He just cages you in his arms like a body pillow and conks out like a light.

If he’s not dead tired, then Idia will take the time to cuddle and bask in your closeness and warmth. He’s fond of spooning and likes enveloping your smaller form with his larger one, claiming that you fit together perfectly, just like two Tetris pieces. He also likes it when you spoon him from behind. He found the sensation of being held foreign at first, but quickly grew to love it. There’s something comforting about being held in your arms, like a reminder that he is cared for and loved by someone. That someone actually wants to stay with him despite all his quirks and family curse.

you’ve found your place in their little society, as the outgoing prefect that’s friendly with first years and housewardens alike, and everyone in between

besides the whole magical realm thing, life is simple. you go to class, you take care of grim, you smile and wave as friends walk by, the works

it feels like there’s always a group of people smiling and laughing around you, from group projects in class, club meetings, scarabia parties, the lunch table, and everywhere in between, you’ve always got people casually chatting with you

it’s during one of these moments that you’re sitting with the other first years around a table at lunch, just letting the conversation flow between you

at some point, one of ace’s humble brags turns to the rest of the group teasing him about his ex “girlfriend,” quickly morphing into a lighthearted conversation of the boys’ nonexistent love lives

“well, y’know, prefect, i’ve never heard you mention dating anyone in the past?” deuce, being the clueless curious guy he is, turns to you, suddenly realizing that he’d never heard you talk on the subject

once the nods and words of agreement slow, you speak up, laughing at the group’s investment in your history with relationships. “well, i obviously haven’t dated anyone here, but i never really dated much in the past either. it just wasn’t that appealing at the time.”

various reactions appear throughout the group, finally setting into a shared air of further curiosity.

ace pipes up again, “but why, though?? that just sounds boring”

once the shared looks make their way through the rest of the group to turn back to you, you decide to briefly entertain him, “i guess i’m kinda just picky, honestly. i want the guy to come up to me and say how he feels and stuff. i don’t want ‘em to be all passive and stuff, cuz then i feel like i’m doing all the work otherwise. it’s kinda stupid, i know.” you just say it how it is to you, not really watching for any of their reactions in particular

that’s most of the reason why you don’t notice that ortho hasn’t been as talkative as usual. (it just seemed normal to you, he is a robot, after all, so he’s not particularly worried about the whole dating thing)

the conversation keeps moving, and lunch passes just as usual, along with the rest of the day.

as you’re walking back to the dorm, accompanied by another group of smiling faces, you’re blissfully unaware of two brothers talking about you, out of sight, out of mind

ortho happened to drop your preference onto a very nervous idia right at the end of a conversation, making the older of the two practically lose it in the moment

as he’s leaving idia’s room, ortho casually calls out to idia, “oh, yeah, btw, the prefect mentioned today that they prefer when people are more straightforward with their feelings. everyone was making fun of ace for…” ortho keeps going for a minute or two, but idia is no longer listening. you like people that are straightforward and brave enough to say what they’re feeling?? idia cannot do that.

he’s barely been functioning with this silly crush of his. you’ve really only interacted a handful of times, and never really 1v1. you’ve always been the center of the crowd, and the only reason idia ever met you when because he was forced out of his room by ortho!

he’s a nervous, anxious recluse, and he never interacts with you alone and for more then a few seconds. but, even under those circumstances, you were always so happy and kind to him, even when he so clearly is trying to escape.

idia is embarrassed that it took so little for him to start shortcircuiting over you, and he’s just been waiting for more of those little moments to randomly happen. he can’t take the initiative! that’s for extroverts, not shut-ins like him…

plus, who even know if you’d even like somebody so introverted like him. he really didn’t know what he’d do if he managed to muster up the courage to even talk to you, much less confess, only to be met by any form of rejection. he’s way too scared for that.

of course, if it were up to him, idia would rather secretly pine for you forever than tell you his feelings and risk rejection, or worse: public humiliation. but, alas, the universe has different plans.

(it’s ortho. ortho has different plans)

so, all of a sudden, after a mysterious “minor magestone power mishap,” idia finds himself outside of the safe haven of his room, and out in the real world (nrc’s campus). whatever will he do???

(it’s hide. he’s gonna hide)

but that never works forever, and ortho knows him too well. before long, he finds himself out in the open again, now joined by ortho.

so, now, idia is roaming the campus, after classes have ended, just dreading the moment he sees anyone. he’s not prepared to talk to people, especially not on such a short notice

he reluctantly follows ortho through the halls, staying alert for any unexpected npcs that may come his way

as the brothers turn the corner of the hall, ortho perks up a little, calling out to someone ahead of him. idia follows his gaze, only to find you, walking out from the last class of the day, dragging a clearly hangry grin by his scruff

“oh, hi ortho!! and idia, it’s nice to see you!” you give him the nice, kind smile, instead of looking through him as some others might. “i was just going to meet everybody at ramshackle. i thought you were already there, ortho?”

ortho fills you in on the whole minor maintenance thing back at the dorm, and how he’s bringing idia out. without a moment’s hesitation, you tell them both to come back to ramshackle and join the rest of your group for games n food

idia almost says no, almost sputtering out a stupid excuse about something fake, only to remember ortho’s words from earlier

in a small, nervous voice, he barely musters up the courage to accept the invite, saying something about not having any other option with the dorm closed

before anyone else can respond, grim escapes from your hold, sprinting away, yelling something about how “the great, powerful mage requires tuna” or some other hangry comment

and so, idia finds himself sitting on a dusty ramshackle couch, as ace, deuce, and grim are running around the common room, with sebek yelling loudly and jack pinching his nose while you just laugh at it all. idia’s definitely out of his element, but he can’t help but let a small, genuine laugh out at the sheer tomfoolery of the situation.

you turn to him, lips still curved into that signature smile, “hey! you finally laughed!” you’d been watching his reactions? why?

it was such a quick moment, quickly interrupted by a can of tuna hitting you square in the chest, making you join the fray of chaos in front of you

idia’s left to grapple with the idea that you’d been noticing him, even when he wasn’t a part of the immediate chaos at hand

he, naturally, keeps spiraling as time goes on, occasionally being interrupted by silliness around him, like epel going full country on sebek are the croc fae yelled something ? (idia has completely lost track of what’s happening here tbh)

naturally, the group settles down to chat over snacks, no longer running around and kicking up dust everywhere as a temporary truce is formed on the name of food.

somehow, idia finds himself pulled into the conversation by you, of all people, and maybe with some nagging from ortho

eventually he finds himself sincerely invested in one of ace’s (admittedly stupid and hard to believe) stories, once again laughing along with the group, and he even finds himself talking some himself

as time goes on, and faces disappear, whether because of curfews or guard obligations, or whatever, idia finds himself talking more, yapping with…. wait… oh crap… he’s talking alone… with you??? and you’re not telling him to shut up?? or giving him weird looks??

he even thought you looked a little… happy? interested??? no… it can’t be…

all of a sudden, he freezes, it’s like the blindfold has been removed and idia is suddenly realizing everything that’s happening

he’s panicking, what if he said something stupid, or weird, or you thought he was a complete loser?

the silence stretches on, until you finally start laughing quietly, a smile once again gracing your face

now, he’s quickly rambling and apologizing for talking so much, only to realize that you’re laughing just a bit more

“idia, it’s nice to see you taking so passionately. i didn’t know you could be so confident talking about things. i’m having fun just listening to you, don’t worry.”

he’s come to his senses, now realizing that he’s intruding in your home late into the night

“i should- umm… probably get going. i don’t wanna stay too long, y’know, max out the save file” he starts to move to leave, trying to plan out how the end scene for this will go

“well, idia, you should come out more, you’re pretty fun”

you found him fun?? that’s not what he expected at all… he thought you’d see him as tedious… he’s not really sure where to go from here…

ortho’s words once again flash through his mind, making him pause once more

“are you sure? i thought i’d be annoying or weird or something…” idia trails off, waiting to see if you’d take it back

“no, of course not! to be fair, no one really tops ace in terms of annoying, but that’s not what i think at all. i don’t see you out much, but i always enjoy it when you show up, even for a little while. you’re always welcome when i’m around” you give him that sweet smile once more, and idia’s brain short circuits and sparks a little

all common sense and prior knowledge goes out the window, and it feels like he just starts picking all the wrong dialogue options.

“i-i like coming out here and… being with you, too…! i-i.. u-umm… i think it’s really fun… a-and you’re really fun… and nice… and… u-umm…” he stutters, voice going small, talking real quickly until he trails off, until he finally, in a really small, high voice, quickly admits, “andiummreallylikeyouandiknowitsweirdbutummmyeahpleasedonthateme…!”

he hides his face, hair as pink as his hidden cheeks, and he quickly moves away and tried to step out ramshackle’s front door.

he’s almost successfully escaped, until he feels your hand on his wrist, both pulling his hand front his face and him back closer to you.

a small, gentle kiss is pressed to his red cheek, making him gasp, almost shutting down as you smile at him, starting to close the door.

“come by tomorrow, m’kay? i don’t mind. actually, i’d like you to.”

you give him that signature, bright, outgoing smile that everyone knows you for, your eyes squinting as you wave goodbye to him, closing the door gently

sevens, he’s so screwed tomorrow. he’s definitely used up his courage meter for the next week…

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The fluorescent lights of S.T.Y.X. Headquarters didn’t hum; they vibrated at a frequency that felt specifically engineered to drill directly into the center of your skull.

For the past two weeks, this monochrome, high-tech fortress of isolation had been your entire world. Ever since the catastrophic events of the Overblot—since the skies over Night Raven College had split wide open and the Ferrymen had dragged you, along with the other Overblot victims, down into the deepest recesses of the Island of Woe—time had lost all meaning.

The Phantom threat had subsided. The blot had been drained, filtered, and cataloged. The world outside had apparently resumed its normal rotation, and the school had graciously granted you and the Acting Director a period of "mandatory administrative leave" to recover.

But "recovery" in S.T.Y.X. didn't involve sunshine, therapy, or peaceful reflection. It involved being cooped up in a subterranean labyrinth with Idia Shroud.

And to put it bluntly, Idia had been a massive, unmitigated asshole.

It wasn’t a secret that Idia didn't know how to handle human interaction. Before all of this, his default setting was either absolute silence from behind a tablet screen or high-pitched, rapid-fire stuttering when cornered. But something had fundamentally shifted after his Overblot.

The terrifying, god-like entity that had floatingly declared its intent to rewrite the laws of life and death had been forced back down into the shell of a lanky, pale, chronically online young man. Yet, a trace of that tyrannical, absolute arrogance remained, clinging to him like the faint scent of ozone after a lightning strike.

He had kidnapped you. During the height of his madness, when his hair had blazed with the crimson fire of a dying star and his eyes had held nothing but chilling, localized nihilism, his Magitech-infused hands had snatched you away from everyone else. He had claimed you were his "irreplaceable save data." He had claimed you belonged in his underworld.

And now? Now he was trying to be a boyfriend.

Keyword: trying.

"Are you actually serious right now, Idia?”

Your voice echoed off the sleek, metallic walls of his personal workshop—a chaotic disaster zone of disassembled Ortho parts, exposed motherboard wiring, and empty neon-colored energy drink cans.

Idia didn't even look up from his holographic terminal. The faint blue glow of his hair flickered sluggishly, a visual representation of his sour mood. His long, bony fingers flew across the digital keyboard with terrifying speed, the clack-clack-clack sounding like a swarm of angry locusts.

"I’m literally in the middle of a critical system optimization patch, Prefect," he drawled, his tone dripping with an aggressive, defensive condescension that made your eye twitch. "If I don't re-calibrate the magical particle dampeners in this sector, the entire grid goes into a thermal runaway. But sure, go off. Please, disrupt the only person keeping this entire facility from turning into a pile of slag because your normie brain needs entertainment."

"I don't need entertainment, I need you to act like a human being for five minutes!" you snapped, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. "You invited me to stay in this section of the living quarters instead of the guest cells. You're the one who told me we were... that we were together now. But you haven't said a single decent thing to me in three days!"

"Uh, excuse me? Fact-check alert," Idia scoffed, his shoulders hunching as he finally spun his floating gaming chair around to face you. His golden eyes, shadowed by heavy, dark circles, glared at you through his messy blue bangs. "I literally ordered that limited-edition strawberry shortcake paraded all the way from the West Sector yesterday. I had a high-spec drone deliver it directly to your room. That’s a literal SSR-tier romance option action. What more do you want? An achievement unlocked banner to pop up over my head?"

"You had a drone drop it on my bed while I was sleeping, and the note attached to it just said 'Consumable item: +50 HP, stop sighing so loud through the vents'!" you yelled, your frustration finally boiling over. "You didn't even come see me! You've been ignoring everyone, shouting at the staff, treating Ortho like an annoying bug report, and treating me like an NPC you forced into your party!"

"Because you are disrupting my gameplay loop!" Idia suddenly stood up, his towering, lanky frame casting a long, intimidating shadow under the harsh LED lights. His hair flared a slightly brighter shade of azure, sparks flying from the tips of his ethereal locks. "Do you have any idea how much pressure I'm under? The Board of Directors is breathing down my neck, the magical energy readings in Tartarus are fluctuating, and I have to somehow manage a high-maintenance, normie girlfriend who doesn't understand that an introverted gamer needs space to recharge his MP bar!"

"Oh, so I'm a chore now? A high-maintenance hindrance?!"

"If the shoe fits, equip it!" he barked back, his voice rising to that screechy, agitated pitch he got whenever he was losing an argument online. "You’ve been hovering around my workspace all morning! You’re getting in the way of my pathing! Just... go back to your room and let me cook!"

That was the breaking point. Something inside you snapped. You had endured the kidnapping, the terror of the Overblot, the cold isolation of this high-tech tomb, and his insufferable, prickly attitude for weeks. You weren't going to just sit there and take it anymore.

If he wanted to treat you like a disruptive element in his perfect little digital sandbox, you were going to show him exactly what a glitch looked like.

Instead of storming out, you took a deliberate step forward, marching straight into his personal radius.

"Oh, I'm getting in your pathing?" you challenged, your voice dripping with sweet, venomous sarcasm. "Let me help you optimize it then."

Before Idia could process what you were doing, you reached out and grabbed a stack of heavy Magitech blueprints from his desk, slamming them down onto a completely different shelf across the room.

"What—hey! Don't touch that! That's sorted by chronological archive index!" Idia shrieked, his hands flying to his head as if you had just physically struck him.

"Not anymore it's not," you retorted fiercely. You grabbed a basket of specialized tools—plasma calibrators, hyper-conductive screwdrivers—and deliberately shoved them to the far corner of the workbench, completely disrupting his meticulously chaotic layout. "Look at that. I'm changing the UI. I'm reorganizing where things go. What are you gonna do about it, Director?"

Idia’s jaw dropped. His eyes widened in absolute, unadulterated horror as you stepped directly between him and his main holographic terminal, physically blocking his view of the code. You leaned against the edge of the console, glaring up at him, your chest heaving with angry breaths.

"Move," Idia hissed, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. The temperature in the room instantly began to plummet, a telltale sign that his unique magic was reacting to his spiking emotional state. "Prefect. I am warning you. Step away from the terminal. You are pushing your luck. You are playing on Maximum Difficulty with zero revives left."

"Make me," you defied him, your chin tilted up. "All you do is hide behind your screens and your insults. You're a coward, Idia. You drag me down here, you call me yours, and then you treat me like garbage because you're too afraid to actually face a real relationship!"

"I AM NOT A COWARD!"

The shout tore from his throat, a raw, booming sound that rattled the metal plating beneath your feet.

In an instant, the blue fire of his hair completely vanished—replaced by a sudden, violent eruption of blazing, blood-red flames. The crimson hue of his Overblot state flickered fiercely to life, casting an eerie, apocalyptic glow over the entire workshop. His shadow stretched long and monstrous against the wall, the faint outline of his mechanical, multi-armed Overblot specter shimmering in the air behind him for a terrifying fraction of a second.

"You think this is easy?!" Idia screamed, stepping right into your space, his face inches from yours. The heat radiating from his red hair was intense, making your skin tingle. "You think I wanted to be like this?! I am a monster! I am the Warden of Tartarus! I almost destroyed the world, and yet... and yet I'm trying! I'm trying to be a decent boyfriend to a normie who doesn't belong in my world! I bought the stupid cake! I cleared out a section of my private server for you! I'm trying to get into your good graces, you ungrateful, broken-AI NPC!"

"You call throwing food at me and locking yourself in a room trying?!" you screamed back, refusing to back down even as the terrifying aura of his magic pressed against you. "You're a tyrant, Idia! A mean, selfish pervert who thinks he can just claim people and—"

"SHUT UP!"

Idia flicked his wrist with a sharp, violent motion.

He didn't draw his magical pen. He didn't need to. The raw, unfiltered magic of his agitated state surged through the room. On the floor, a massive coil of heavy-duty, carbon-fiber Magitech wires—thick, glowing with pulsing blue and silver data lines—suddenly came alive like a nest of awakened vipers.

With a loud thwip-snap!, the cables whipped through the air. Before you could even gasp, they wrapped around your wrists, binding them tightly together in front of your chest. Another coil snaked around your waist, pinning your arms to your sides, while a third strand secured itself around your ankles, completely freezing you in place.

With a sharp pull of Idia's magical current, the wires tightened, pulling you back against a heavy metal structural pillar in the center of the room.

Clank.

You were completely, utterly restrained. Bound from your shoulders to your knees by glowing, high-tech cables that pulsed with the faint, warm hum of his own magical energy.

"There!" Idia panted, his chest heaving as he stared at you with wide, frantic golden eyes, his red hair waving wildly like a crown of literal hellfire. "Now you can’t move! Now you can’t touch my stuff! Now you have to listen to me!"

You opened your mouth to scream at him, to call him every foul name in the book—but the words died instantly in your throat.

The wires were tight. Not enough to cut off your circulation, but enough to exert a firm, unyielding pressure against your body. They were warm—infused with his magic—and the sensation of being completely helpless, physically pinned to a pillar by the direct manifestation of Idia's power, did something entirely unexpected to your brain.

A sudden, violent wave of heat rushed up your neck, flooding your cheeks with a deep, burning crimson. Your breath hitched, turning into a small, pathetic gasp. Your heart, which had been beating with anger, suddenly shifted gears into a frantic, fluttering panic that had absolutely nothing to do with fear.

Oh no, a frantic voice whispered in the back of your mind. Oh, nononono. This is... why am I feeling like this?

Idia didn't notice. He was too far gone in his own spiraling meltdown. He turned away from you, aggressively pacing the length of the workshop floor, his long boots clicking sharply against the metal. He ran his claw-like hands through his blazing red hair, muttering wildly to himself.

"I knew it. I knew this was a mistake," he ranted, his voice a frantic, low murmur that carried perfectly in the enclosed space. "An SSR pull like you... a perfect, high-tier unit ending up in a trash-game setup like my life? It’s completely unbalanced. The devs messed up the drop rates. I knew I didn't deserve it. But I've been trying! I've been putting in the hours, doing the daily grinds, trying to level up my affection points! And what do I get? Constant debuffs! Back-talking! Glitched pathing!"

You couldn't say anything. Your mouth was slightly open, your chest rising and falling rapidly against the constricting wires. The physical sensation of his magical restraint was making your knees weak, and you were intensely grateful the cables were holding you upright, because your legs felt like jelly. You bit your lower lip, trying desperately to look angry, but the sheer intensity of the blush consuming your face was impossible to hide.

Idia paced back and forth for another full two minutes, his hands gesturing wildly to the empty air as he completed a full, neurotic breakdown.

"I mean, the audacity!" he yelled at the ceiling. "The literal nerve of this player character! Coming into my domain and criticizing my management style! I am the final boss! I am—"

Suddenly, Idia stopped tracking. He froze in mid-stride, realizing the room had been entirely silent for too long. He hadn't received a single counter-argument. No insults, no screaming, no threats to tell Headmage Crowley.

Nothing.

He slowly turned his head, his fiery red hair whipping around his shoulders. His golden eyes were narrowed, blazing with a lingering, defensive fury as he prepared to demand a response.

"What, nothing to say now?!" he screamed, taking a heavy step toward you. "Are you finally out of dialogue options? At least speak to me, you—"

Idia froze.

The words died in his throat, evaporating into a pathetic, high-pitched squeak.

The red fire of his hair instantly sputtered, transitioning through a violent shade of purple before snapping back into a bright, shocked, luminous blue.

He stared at you. Really stared at you.

You were pinned against the metallic column, your wrists bound, your body tightly wrapped in glowing, pulsing data cables. Your head was tilted down, but your eyes were looking up at him through your eyelashes—glassy, wide, and completely overwhelmed. Your cheeks were burning a vibrant, undeniable pink, and your chest was heaving, pushing against the restrictive wires in a way that highlighted every single curve of your frame.

The silence in the room stretched, heavy and thick, broken only by the rapid, shallow sound of your breathing.

Idia’s eyes traveled down the length of the wires, taking in the way they wrapped snugly around your waist, the way your hands were trapped, and the absolute, devastating vulnerability of your posture. It was an image ripped directly from a highly specific, late-night, restricted-access subgenre of media.

It looked exactly like a scene from one of his prized, hidden-away adult manga volumes.

"Uh..." Idia uttered, his brain completely short-circuiting. The blue fire of his hair began to violently spark, turning a deep, embarrassed shade of neon pink at the tips. "Uh. Oh. Oh."

A slow, terrifying realization dawned across his pale face. The shocked expression gradually morphed, his eyebrows arching upward as a wide, sharp, incredibly wicked grin began to stretch across his lips.

He didn't look like an awkward, stuttering shut-in anymore. He looked like the malicious, all-powerful Director of S.T.Y.X. who had just discovered a massive, game-breaking exploit in the system.

Idia let out a low, raspy chuckle. It built slowly, bubbling up from his chest until he was openly cackling, a sharp, borderline unhinged sound that echoed off the cold walls.

"Wow. Wow, okay. Holy crap," Idia laughed, clapping a hand over his face, though his shining golden eyes peered through his fingers, locking onto yours with predatory intensity. "This is peak irony. This is a literal certified hood classic. The absolute hipocrisy is sending me into orbit, Prefect."

"I-Idia, let me go," you whimpered, your voice betraying you by coming out incredibly soft and completely devoid of its previous anger.

"Let you go? Why would I do that when we're finally reaching the good part of the visual novel?" Idia sneered, taking a slow, deliberate step toward you. The sheer, overwhelming confidence returning to his posture was terrifying. "The entire time we've been down here, you've been calling me a pervert. A mean, bad, scary boss monster. You've been lecturing me about boundaries and acting like a normal person."

He stopped right in front of you, looming over your helpless form. He tilted his head, his blue hair cascading around his shoulders like a curtain of cool light.

"And here you are," he whispered, his voice dripping with absolute, teasing malice. "Getting completely flustered at the mere notion of being tied up by some scrap wires in my workshop. Look at you. You’re practically radiating heat. Your heart rate is literally ticking up on my environmental sensors."

To prove his point, Idia gave a lazy, subtle flick of his fingers.

The Magitech wires reacted instantly to his command, constricting just a fraction of an inch tighter around your waist and wrists. The sudden, firm squeeze sent a violent jolt of electricity straight down your spine. You let out a soft, involuntary whine, your eyes widening as you tried to shrink back against the pillar, but there was nowhere to run.

"Ah, see? There it is," Idia purred, his grin widening until his sharp, shark-like teeth were fully visible. "You like it. You absolute closet degenerate. You're enjoying this."

You bit your lip so hard it hurt, tears of sheer embarrassment prickling at the corners of your eyes. Your conscience was screaming at you, a heavy weight of guilt settling into your stomach. You shouldn't like this. He kidnapped you. He's an asshole. He's a tyrant. But looking up at him—seeing him so entirely in control, so dominant and completely stripped of his usual social anxiety—sent a thrill through you that you couldn't deny. You were glassy-eyed, trapped, and completely at his mercy.

Idia raised his right hand. His long, pale fingers, tipped with black-painted nails, hovered over your face for a agonizing second before he leaned in.

He caught your face in his palm.

His grip was firm, his large hand easily wrapping around the lower half of your face. With a decisive squeeze of his fingers, he ruthlessly squished your cheeks together.

The pressure forced your lips to purse outward, your mouth forming a helpless, perfect, exaggerated pout—the exact "cute way" he always secretly stared at whenever you were brooding or mad at him.

You looked completely ridiculous, entirely subdued, and utterly adorable.

Idia leaned down further, his face mere inches from yours, his golden eyes burning into your soul as he looked down his nose at you with absolute, tyrannical satisfaction.

"Man... to think all I had to do to get my SSR pull to quiet down was restrict her movement utility," Idia murmured, his thumb lazily tracing the flushed skin of your cheekbone, his voice dropping into a dark, possessive hum. "Maybe standard romance dialogue trees are just a waste of time for a final boss like me. Maybe there’s a much better, much more... efficient way to make my Player Two become compliant."

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The heavy scent of ozone and scorched circuitry clung to the air as the Overblot’s glow bled through the walls of Idia’s hidden lab. Wires of crackling blue magic coiled like living serpents around your wrists and ankles, hoisting you several feet off the floor until your toes barely brushed the cold tile. Your body hung suspended, legs spread wide by the glowing restraints, every inch of you exposed to the flickering monitors and the towering, flame-wreathed figure of Overblot Idia.

He circled you slowly, hair burning brighter than usual, eyes glowing with that eerie, pixelated light. "Look at you," he drawled, voice layered with static and something darker. "All strung up like a cheap hentai heroine. Bet you never thought your favorite shut-in would turn into this, huh?"

You shook your head, lips parting on a shaky breath. "N-no… Idia, this isn’t—"

A thick strand of magic wire slid between your thighs without warning, the glowing tip pressing flush against your clit before it vibrated hard. Your back arched instantly, a broken moan tearing from your throat. The wire didn’t stop; it pressed firmer, circling, teasing, then plunged lower to slide between your folds and push inside in one smooth thrust.

Idia’s smirk widened. "There it is. That little twitch. You’re dripping already and I haven’t even touched you with my hands yet."

Another wire wrapped around your waist, yanking you forward so your hips tilted at the perfect angle. The first wire inside you thickened, stretching you open while a second, thinner strand snaked up to rub directly against that spongy spot inside. Every thrust hit your g-spot dead-on, the tip curling just right to make your vision spark white. A third wire pressed higher, nudging insistently at your cervix with each deep push.

You sobbed, tears already slipping down your cheeks. "Ah—! Too much—Idia, please—"

"Please what?" He stepped closer, one clawed hand gripping your chin hard enough to make your lips purse. "Please stop? Or please fuck you harder until you can’t think? Because your body’s screaming the second option, player two."

The wires picked up speed. The one inside you pistoned in short, brutal strokes that hammered your g-spot and cervix in tandem. Your thighs trembled in the restraints, slick dripping down the glowing strands and onto the floor below. Every time the tip kissed your cervix you cried out louder, babbling nonsense between gasps.

"N-not a pervert—! I’m not—ahh—!"

Idia laughed, the sound crackling like corrupted audio. "Liar. You’re clenching around my wires like you were made for this. Getting off on Overblot me tying you up and using you like a toy. Admit it—you’re soaked because I’m mad. Because I’m not the pathetic shut-in anymore."

He squeezed your cheeks harder, forcing your mouth open. A thick strand of spit landed on your tongue before he leaned in and kissed you deep, tongue pushing the mess further back. The kiss was messy, teeth clicking, his flames licking dangerously close to your skin. When he pulled away a string of saliva connected your lips.

"Swallow," he ordered.

You did, eyes glassy, and he rewarded you by making the wires inside you swell thicker. The stretch burned so good it made fresh tears spill. Your walls fluttered around the glowing intrusions, orgasm building fast and sharp.

"Gonna cum already?" Idia taunted, voice low and mean. "From getting your cervix bullied by magic wires while I call you a pervert? Pathetic. Cute, though."

The wires changed angle again, one curling hard against your g-spot while the other hammered your cervix in rapid little jabs. Your vision whited out. You came with a broken wail, body jerking in the restraints, slick squirting around the glowing strands and splattering the floor. The wires didn’t stop; they fucked you straight through it, drawing the orgasm out until you were shaking and sobbing.

Idia’s breathing had gone ragged. His free hand fisted around his own cock, stroking in time with the wires’ thrusts. "Fuck—look at you. Taking it so well. My perfect little data save."

He stepped between your spread legs, lining himself up. The wires pulled you down just enough for the head of his cock to press against your entrance alongside the glowing strands still inside you. With one hard thrust he buried himself to the hilt, the stretch obscene. The wires adjusted, wrapping tighter around your thighs to hold you steady as he started fucking you in earnest.

Every snap of his hips drove the wires deeper too, the combined sensation making you babble again. "Too full—! Idia—please—can’t—"

"You can," he growled, one hand gripping your hip while the other stayed on your face, thumb pressing into your cheek. "You’re gonna take every inch until I fill you up. Until you’re leaking my cum and still begging for more."

He set a brutal pace, hips slapping wetly against you. The wires inside you pulsed in counter-rhythm, one rubbing your g-spot while the other kept nudging your cervix. Your second orgasm crashed over you without warning, walls clamping down hard around both cock and wires. You screamed his name, tears streaming freely now.

Idia’s rhythm faltered. His flames flared brighter as he slammed in deep one last time and came with a guttural groan. Hot pulses flooded your insides, mixing with the slick already coating everything. The sensation of being pumped full pushed you over again, a smaller, weaker climax making your thighs twitch.

For a moment the only sounds were your combined panting and the low hum of the magic wires. Idia’s knees actually buckled; he caught himself on the edge of a console, chest heaving. When he finally looked up at you, his eyes widened.

You had gone completely limp in the restraints, head lolling forward, eyes closed.

"Shit—player two?!" Panic cracked through the static in his voice. The wires lowered you instantly, gentle now, cradling your body as they deposited you into his waiting arms. He sank to the floor with you, pulling you onto his lap so your back rested against his chest. One trembling hand brushed sweaty hair from your face while the other checked your pulse.

"Hey… hey, come on. Don’t do this to me. I didn’t mean to—fuck, I went too far again." His voice dropped to a whisper, flames dimming to a soft blue glow. "I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I swear I’ll be better. Just for you. You’re my player two… my only save file. I’m not letting this SSR pull slip away from my save data. Not ever."

He rocked you gently, pressing soft kisses to your temple and the top of your head. A warm cloth appeared from somewhere—probably summoned by a quick flick of magic—and he cleaned between your legs with careful strokes, murmuring apologies every time you twitched. When he was satisfied he wrapped you in one of his oversized hoodies, the fabric swallowing your smaller frame.

Idia kept you on his lap as he turned back to his monitors, one arm banded securely around your waist. His free hand resumed typing, but every few seconds he glanced down to make sure you were still breathing easy. The Overblot flames had faded completely, leaving only the familiar blue fire of his hair.

"Rest," he whispered against your ear. "I’ve got you. When you wake up we’ll talk about limits… and maybe I’ll let you tie me up next time. Fair’s fair, right?"

Your breathing stayed slow and even. Idia exhaled shakily, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder before returning to his work, the quiet click of keys filling the lab while he held you close like the most precious save file he’d ever backed up.

Thank you so much for reading! Ive gotten so much attention in the past 6 days and I'm so happy for all the love I've received!

Also, I've always seen so many fics of Idia and they always make him so uwu-soft boy and stuttering every sentence (ESPECIALLY IN YANDERE FICS), when we have seen MULTIPLE TIMES that our favorite shut in can lock tf in have main character energy ToT. So, I decided to make our boy not only lock in but a dom (because my guy can definitely top someone).