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Do You Wanna Make Out On My Couch? (Explicit Remix)

Side: Ignihyde (Idia)/AFAB!Reader (Reader has a vagina)

Idia/AMAB!Reader Version

The time has come, lovely readers, for a spicy conclusion.

This is a continuation of the work "Do You Want to Make Out on My Couch (Part 4)". Said fic is also included below if you want to re-read the beginning or this is your first time seeing this work.

Reader not described other than their junk, and pronouns are not used for them.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, M/F sexual relations, handjobs, oral sex, questionable use of the word "smoocharoo", ask to tag for more.

SFW Works in this series:

To skip straight to the action, scroll to the second picture of Idia, thanks!

“…are you okay? Did you like… hit your head or something?”

Idia flatly questioned you, his shoulders shrugged up to his ears and his eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare. It was very him to be so blasé and sarcastic at the first sign of vulnerability, but you had to admit you were a bit hurt. You were putting yourself out there, you know?

“Are you really going to pretend that I am not into your cringe ass at this point? Who do you take me for?” You spat, crossing your arms with a huff. If he was going to play dumb, you were simply going to drive him into a corner until he couldn’t.

“Cringe? You’re cringe! You couldn’t even beat BloodScorne without my help, and you put it on easy mode!” He threw back, his glare melting into a sardonic smile that showed off the razor-sharp teeth behind his cool-tinted lips. “Fake gamer.” He finished with a shrug, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

“I can and have beat it! I just did that so you’d spend time with me, moron!” Oh this bitch, you were going to kill his skinny ass.

“Moron! Are you kidding me? You’re the moron! Asking me to make out with you out of nowhere when I’m clearly in love with you, how stupid can you get?”

Your expression curled into a smirk equally as fast as Idia’s face fell in horror.

“So you’re in love with me?” You ask triumphantly. An eyebrow quirked in mock derision. You tilted your head to the side in faux-curiosity. And this guy says he’s a genius, pfft.

“Ah…” eyes wide, shoulders trembling and hair flickering pink at the tips, Idia suddenly finds the ground under his shoes incredibly interesting.

You could barely hear him mumble, “What does it matter? You’re never going to reciprocate so…” he signed, "...why even try?"

You inhaled through your nose and out through your mouth. Okay, so it was the self-hate thing. You could work with that.

“Idia. Do you think I go around propositioning randos every damn day?” You say, your eyes crinkling at the corners at the idea.

Part of why you both got along so well was because of how badly you both were when it came to relationships. It was a common topic of your late-night bitching sessions: 'what awkward thing did you do today?' or 'do you wanna hear this dumb thing I did as a kid' or 'wow I relate to this anime I just watched, it's about this loser gamer who gets a harem' (okay that last one was just Idia).

His jaw snapped shut. Of course, he didn’t think you went around hitting on strangers! But how could… someone like you… and him…

“Why me?” He asked, “Out of all of your options how could it possibly be me?” He almost felt like crying in disbelief. If he were you... He would never...

“Because we have a lot in common. And because I like oblivious assholes apparently.” You say, rubbing your forehead. You felt a headache coming on.

Feeling driven into a corner, Idia stood in silence. He had imagined this scenario so many times, he had run the calculations in his mind over and over but they never gave him good results. Even in his fantasies, he failed.

Try as he might, Idia was quickly running out of excuses, and the intentional evenness of his voice was long-lost in his squeaky attempts at arguments.

“Look,” you sigh, “I promise this smoocharoo won’t kill you.” You punctuate your sentence with a wink, which did nothing to calm down Idia as you gently tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Very funny.” He replies flatly. “I almost died, you know.”

You laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a shame.”

“...I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that suit again though.” You mumble mostly to yourself, but Idia 100% heard you.

Coincidentally, Idia was also suddenly overcome with the thought of how you would look in formal wear, like if you were to go to a wedding together - ah, no no no not going there! Shut the fuck up, brain Idia! SHUT UP!

Noticing his distress, you took the opportunity to lean forward to rest your forehead on his. As you suspected, it felt like a furnace. You frowned.

“Do you have a fever or something? Is that why you don’t want to kiss me?” He had already admitted to liking you, what's the hold-up?

Idia shook his head aggressively, flame hair splaying out frantically at his denial. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, taking in your features and how soft your skin felt against his own. Your eyes gleamed in the dim light, teeth sparkling as you laughed at his frantic head motion and he was hit with a slight scent of mint from the gum he had given you earlier. What would you taste like? Would you also taste like that gum?

Unthinkingly moving despite his previous over-the-top protests, Idia let that intrusive thought carry himself to your lips in a feather-light peck.

Your eyes widened, but just as he was about to apologize for his sudden change of mind, you pulled him back in place.

Anime and manga said that kisses felt like marshmallows and tasted like lemon, but he couldn’t say he agreed.

This one, right here right now? It was mint, and something else warm and wet and entirely unique, but certainly you. He inhaled through his nose as you both continued your soft and shy kisses.

His hands threaded through your hair to pull you closer and he wondered if all of this was just a very realistic dream. You both separated for a moment, eyes half-lidded and breath coming out in short puffs that were lightly defined in the cold air.

“Are you going to let me inside?” He asked, feeling newfound confidence pulse through him as he nibbled at your ear.

He felt the sharp inhale you took against his neck, and he couldn’t help but smile. He was the one making you act like this. No one else. Just him.

Pulling away from his embrace, you slowly nodded as you opened the door to Ramshackle to let you both inside.

Idia followed you silently with his hands in his pockets. Despite how warm he felt, burying himself in his hoodie let him think for a moment. He wished you both were in his room right now instead. It would be way more comfortable than… this.

He supposed that you’re not supposed to complain when the hottest commodity on campus is coming onto you, though. Not that he would dare. As much as he liked to complain, he did like you more… not that he would ever say it out loud.

You physically pull Idia out of his thoughts when you push him onto the couch gently. He lands with a soft thud and a squeak of surprise.

Idia really could be cute sometimes, huh?

You climbed onto his lap, looking down at his face and slowly taking in all of his features. His kohl-lined eyes, his dark lips, the flickers and waves of his hair, you loved all of it.

It was hard not to stare at him sometimes, his beauty was so otherworldly and yet somehow the only other person who took notice was a damn ghost!

Not that you minded the lack of competition.

“Idia…” you breathed, lowering your face down so that your lips almost skimmed his again, “...are you okay with this?” You asked.

You had been incredibly forward this whole time, but you didn’t want this thing to be one-sided. As much as you would be disappointed, you would back off if he asked. You’ve waited this long, after all.

Idia was silent, pointed teeth worrying over his lower lip. He seemed to be having a very heated internal debate, but you let him stew in silence for a moment. It was okay not to rush him, as much as you wanted to.

Finally, with a look of determination, Idia placed his hands on either side of your hips and ground up against you, a whine slipping from his mouth while the rose color that had been dip-dying his hair began spreading slowly upward.

“Haah…” he exhaled with a hiccup, watery eyes looking up at you pleadingly.

“Please, don’t stop.”

A smirk spread across your lips as you watched his face as he so desperately begged for you. He thought that he got to be haughty this whole time and you would still indulge him?

Well okay, he was right but you would never admit it.

“Hmm, I don’t know…” you say, grinding down even harder on his lap, pretending like you couldn’t decide what to do next.

Clawing at your hips, Idia bucked into you again, desperately seeking friction that he wouldn’t be able to get through the fabric separating you. Looking at the flush on his face you couldn’t help but think that you weren’t going to let this boy sleep tonight without having him scream your name.

Teasingly, you pull yourself from his lap, ignoring the whine from Idia and the way that his hand trails through your hair as he whimpers at the loss of your warm body from his own.

Snapping open the button of his pants with a flick of your wrist, you opt to go a little showier and pull his zipper down with your teeth, earning a thick swallow from Idia as his eyes once again became as large as saucers.

“You look really good like this.” you chuckle, grasping his waistband to gingerly pull his pants from his hips. Idia obliged you, lifting his hips to allow you to slide the fabric down to his knees.

You eyed the shape of his bulge in his pants, curiously smoothing your hand over the thin cotton of his boxers. Idia softly gasped, and you continued to trail your hands up his torso. Arriving at his collarbone and tracing it lightly, you gently move to push his jacket from his shoulders and lift his shirt so you could get a view of his chest.

You weren’t entirely sure how you felt to see that he had a little tone to his chest and waist. Some people won the genetic lottery, you supposed.

“Like what you see?” came a shaky snark from above you. Snapping your gaze to his golden one, Idia’s face was clouded with an air of overwhelming smugness. You grabbed a light blue nipple and rolled it between your thumb and pointer finger in response, earning another harsh breath from him.

“...yeah. I do,” you say, lowering your face to his unattended-to nipple to slowly run your tongue across it.

“N-not fair…” he replies, uselessly bucking up himself at you, not able to find purchase in the threadbare fabric of your shitty couch. “Let me do that…” he pleaded, half-lidded gaze intensifying as he pulled you back onto his lap, making quick work of your blouse and jacket and throwing them to the side.

He stared at you unashamedly, hands drifting behind you to unsnap your bra (but not without a bit of a struggle, which made you giggle and made him bite your neck lightly in annoyance).

Idia’s hands fell to his side as he stared at you openly. It felt like he was trying to burn this image into his mind forever. You rubbed at your neck anxiously, feeling embarrassed at his prolonged gaze. Snapping back to the present moment, Idia gingerly reached for your chest and began lightly massaging.

As impossible as it seemed, he was getting even harder below you. Idia curved at the waist to reach you as he mirrored the actions you had taken upon him earlier, giving one nipple the softest of kitten-licks at the other busied itself twisting and pulling on the other.

Your breath was growing short. It was embarrassing to be like this, embarrassing to see how he was looking at you, but you couldn’t help but want to pinch yourself, flashing back to all of your wet dreams that had paled in comparison to this moment.

Idia leaned forward and pushed you onto your back slowly, keeping a palm on the back of your head to be sure that you didn’t hit it.

“Let me taste you… I’m dying to taste you…” he said, sharp teeth gleaming in the low light. You nodded slowly, he could probably ask to kill you at this point and you’d let him.

Making quick work of your bottoms, it suddenly felt significantly colder with the lack of fabric covering your body. You struggled not to cover yourself, but Idia’s hungry gaze and the lick he spread across his lips were certainly helping to distract you.

Feeling warm puffs of air on your navel, you felt a sudden enticingly warm wetness trailing down to right above your pussy. You could hear Idia’s breath speed up as you felt a soft kiss being placed on your lower lips, a scrape of pointed teeth catching them gently.

Your breath hitched as Idia’s mouth traveled lower, tracing your lips thoroughly with surprisingly dexterous flicks of his tongue. You looked down at him in awe, hand covering your mouth as you panted from his motions.

“It’s even sweeter than I thought,” he said with a chuckle, sparing a piercing glance at you from between your thighs. “Don’t cover your mouth like that, okay?”

You nodded and lowered your hand just in time for Idia to slowly press a single digit inside of you, his smile widening as he looked at the way your body shook from his actions.

“Mine… you’re mine, right? Right now… all mine…” his words sounded slightly feverish, but you couldn’t help but notice how harshly he was palming himself through his boxers while he continued his motions.

“I-idia…” you whispered, he lifted his head from watching himself push his fingers in and out of you and looked at you in surprise like he had been caught red-handed.

“Yes?” He said, not stopping his movements for even a second, he might even be pressing harder than he was a moment ago.

“I want…” you trailed off. What did you want?

“I want to feel you, inside… please.”

Idia’s eyebrows shot up to the sky as he finally paused his motions. He swallowed thickly and nodded, pushing his boxers down and kicking them (and what little of his pants were around his calves) off of him.

You had to take a moment to stare. His cock was thickly veined and long, the bloom of the head was the same blue as his lips. You thought you wanted him a moment ago, but you needed him now.

Idia began moving forward towards you, but you pushed back against his chest firmly. Looking at you in confusion, you cleared your throat to explain yourself.

“Let me ride you… please?” You whimpered, looking him straight in the eyes.

Idia did everything he could to not just fucking cum on the spot.

Nodding his head dumbly, Idia stumbled backward and situated himself with his thighs spread and his knees hanging off the couch. His gaze bore into you, and you felt like you might faint.

Gathering all of the bravery you could muster, you climbed in his lap and ground back and forth on his swollen length. Idia’s hand dug into his scalp, and it seemed like he was doing everything he could to not slam you down like a fleshlight and start pounding you right there. You internally decided that you wouldn’t mind if he did, though.

Taking a breath, you grabbed his dick and teased it at your entrance, both of you gasping in tandem at the first contact.

You pushed him back and forth for a moment, teasing the both of you before you were in too deep.

“Will you…” Idia grunted, “just fuck me already.” He continued, “If this takes much longer I…” a strained hiccup, “I’ll just get on top myself…”

Well, now or never you guessed.

You slowly began lowering yourself onto him, and you felt like you got even wetter when you watched the way his eyes were glued to watching himself slowly sinking into your body.

Body shivering at finally taking him to his base, Idia laced his fingers through yours and curled up to give you soft kisses on your neck and cheek.

“You okay?” He whispered.

“Yeah, it’s just…” you breathed in hard through your nose, “it’s just a lot.”

Idia started looking smug again, which you took as your cue to start moving, in an effort to wipe that superior look off of his stupid sexy face.

Rocking your hips slowly, you began experimenting to see what felt best. You moved slower, faster, lifted yourself off of him less, more.

The squelches of your bodies meeting would have mortified you in any other situation, but seeing the sweat drip down Idia’s face while he bit his knuckle left you feeling some kind of way.

You started pulling him out almost completely and then slamming yourself down on him, relishing in how this motion made you both moan loudly in tandem. Idia’s nails were leaving perfect crescent moons on your hips as he gasped and tried to grind up into you every time your body was close to him.

Seemingly having had enough of you setting the pace, Idia pushes you over, your back firmly against the couch and his back to the air of the lounge.

He sets upon devouring your mouth with his, grabbing your right leg behind the knee and pushing it over his shoulder.

Having you just where he wanted, Idia begins messily pounding into you. Your gasps and calls of his name only spur him to go faster, harder.

Idia rested his forehead on yours as he split you open within an inch of your life. You felt like a prey animal being hypnotized by the snake that would soon swallow them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Gasping your name and you screaming his in turn, you felt a final slam into your body with a prolonged grind, and Idia cried out a final time. With a couple of weak thrusts of his softening dick, he pulled out of you slowly, keeping eye contact as he did so.

Smoothing his stray hairs from his sweaty face, you felt like you could almost see the hearts in his eyes at the current moment.

“How did… I do?” He nervously questioned, leaning his forehead against yours.

You sighed, it was pretty damn hot, but you were going, to be honest with him.

“Play with my clit more next time, and then maybe I’ll cum.”

The color drained from Idia’s face.

“S-shit, yes! Okay!” He nodded feverishly.

“….wait. NEXT TIME?”

And there we have it babes, both sides of Idia are now posted.

What do you want to see next? More new dorms? More NSFW continuations of previous chapters?

Let me know, and thank you all for being so sweet and supportive.

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ferris-the-wheel · 1 month

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Posted 3/10/24

Idia x Reader

Included character(s): Idia Shroud

Setting: NRC

Emoji(s): 💙/💜/❤️

Perspective: Reader/Idia

: ̗̀➛ gn!reader

Scenario: See the screenshot below.

A/N: SEE @felixsterprankster? I TOLD YOU I'D DO IT! I DO KEEP MY PROMISES >:'D CREDIT TO YOU FOR THE IDEA BB/plat ♥︎

TW: Kinda angsty, nothing else really.

"I'm the best gamer ever; do you really think that you can beat me? Mwehehehehe!" Idia chuckled with a toothy smirk. You ignored him, your fingers punching out a combo attack.

You watched your character deliver the attack, but Idia's character managed to dodge it and delivered the finishing blow, landing a swift kick to your character's head.

Winner!

You saw the large letters appear on screen as your character was sent flying off screen. You sighed and flopped back on Idia's bedspread. He turned to with with a triumphant expression, his pale face illuminated by his blue, fiery hair.

You felt you heart skip a beat as his bright yellow eyes met yours. Idia, meanwhile, was rambling about how often he played the game and his favorite character, and sometimes throwing in helpful tips about how to improve.

You nodded and Idia clicked the rematch button. With his tips, you did a lot better than before. You lasted five minutes longer than the previous round, which against Idia, was pretty damn good. In the end though, he still won.

"You did better this time. You could've done a bunch of combos that would've totally KO'd me, but overall, pretty good." He said in a rare moment of genuine praise.

"See? This is why I love you." You said, then you immediately jumped up, your face feeling like it was in fire. You did not just say that out loud, you did not just say that out loud!

The tips of Idia's hair turned bright pink and he had a look that showed that he was still processing what you just said. You dashed to the door. "I- I have to g- go!" You manages to stutter out before flinging the door open and running down the hallway.

After you left, Idia was left in a state of shock. Did he mishear you? There wasn't any way that you would like him, right?! But then why did you run off? Did you seriously say... that you loved him?

Idia's head was spinning for the rest of the day, unable to think of anything else. This was just like an anime, in a way. Does that mean that in the end, you two would get together? No, no, life isn't anything like an anime. He knew that from experience. Why would you like some reclusive otaku like him as opposed to any of the other guys in NRC? However, the thought lingered in his mind: but you said you loved him.

Over the next few days, he tried texting you, but you never texted back. Maybe he was wrong? Did you... not like him? He was growing more and more desperate for an answer as the days passed, your accidental confession playing through his mind on repeat. There was no way that he misheard you, he was sure of that now. But why were you avoiding him? Was it out of embarrassment?

He eventually grew determined enough to track you down in person. He knew your schedule from earlier times you'd hung out to game together. He hesitated at the door, his introverted mind really asking if he was going to do this. He finally stepped outside and nearly ran right into Ortho.

"Oh, big brother! I was just about to come find you!" Ortho said, as if Idia ever left his room. Then Ortho blinked in surprise. "Hm? Is something wrong? Your hair is slightly pink and your heart rate is elevated. Are you sick?" Ortho hovered over to Idia worriedly.

"I- I'm fine, Ortho, don't worry. I just- um- have to do something." Idia managed to say in a coherent sentence. Ortho had a quizzical look on his face. "Are you going on another snack run? If you're that worried, I can—"

"Nope! All good." Idia cut in, hurrying down the hallway, pulling his hood up. He normally didn't even leave his room during the day, let alone leave the Iginhyde dorm! But he was on a mission.

"Just think of it as a quest, Idia." He muttered to himself. "Part one: find..." He couldn't even say your name. "... the person. They'll help with the next part of the quest."

Your eyes wandered the page of your quiz, your score written at the top corner.

57/100

Well, you could've done worse, you supposed, spinning your pen in your hand with a sigh. You flipped the page over and sighed. Your mind wandered to the incident. He probably thought you were so weird, especially after you ran off and didn't respond to his texts.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" You almost jumped out of your seat as a voice spoke next you. You turned around. "Oh- yeah, Trey, I'm fine." You replied. Trey gave you a dubious frown but nodded. "If you say so. We've been kinda concerned for you, admittedly."

"'We'?" You asked. Trey adjusted his glasses awkwardly. "Me, Cater, Lilia, and Rook. We noticed that you've been kinda off these past few days and wanted to make sure that you're okay."

"It's been that obvious?" You groaned, dropping your head— forehead first— onto the desk. Trey gave a slightly amused, "Mhm."

"Well- I've just had something on my mind. Don't worry, I'm fine." You mumbled, almost as embarrassed as when— nope, don't think about it!

"Alright then." Trey said and you heard his footsteps walking away. As soon as the bell rang, you jumped out of your seat and were out of the door.

"H- hey! Uh- Y/N, can we talk?" You stopped in surprise and spun around to see Idia, his fiery hair shifting around in agitation. "Uh- y'know, before all the normies show up?"

You nodded and you both ducked into an empty classroom to the left. You closed the door just as the rest of the students came flooding out into the hallway.

You stood awkwardly in front of Idia, who looked equally as uncomfortable. "So... um. What did you want to talk about?" You asked, though you already knew. Neither of you could meet the other's eyes.

"Eh- um- I wanted to t- talk about what y- you said. Y- y'know." He stammered, speaking quickly. You bit your lip. You honestly hadn't been expecting him to come after you to walk about it. You'd been hoping to steer clear of him for a few days to get an idea on how to address the situation.

"Oh- um...." You couldn't think of how to continue the conversation.

Luckily, Idia spoke up. "Did you... you really mean it? What you said?" His hair was half pink at this point, his sharp teeth biting into his lip.

You hesitated before nodding, feeling your face flush.

"I - um... I feel the same." Idia said quietly. You looked up in surprise.

"You're serious?" You asked incredulously. "Mhm..." He responded.

The ten second silence that followed was tense enough that you could cut through it with a knife. "So... are we...?" Idia started to ask, but he trailed off.

"If you want to." You said quickly. You both were too embarrassed to come out and say it.

"O- okay!" Idia grew noticeably happier. "Should we come up with boundaries or something? I'm not good at this..." He muttered.

"Sure. I think that we've been friends long enough to know what we're comfortable with in general terms." You said, thinking.

"Uh- no PDA! That's just so awkward!" Idia said suddenly, his cheeks tinged with pink. "Alright, that's fine." Your fingers fiddled with the your uniform, feeling your own face heat up once more.

"I... think that's it?" He mumbled. You gave a small, "Mhm," and shuffled your feet. You shifted your gaze from the floor to look at him. "I know that we just established the 'no PDA' rule, but can I hug you? There's no one around and the door's closed."

"S- sure." Idia said quickly, his shoulder tensing. You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. You felt his arms loop around you, hugging you back. You both gave each other a small smile.

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pinkaditty · 8 months

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Idia Shroud Thoughts (Twisted Wonderland)

summary: a small collection of thoughts about Idia Shroud to cure my endless brainrot. some nsfw, some sfw. either way, 18+.

a/n: okok i promise I AM WORKING ON THE OBEY ME PERV THING ok i am i swear i promise <3. I just recently started playing Twisted Wonderland again after having uninstalled it like, a year or so ago and i immediately reentered my Idia Shroud brainrot bc he's my fav! more for the other of age characters will be coming soon. silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do love it when you leave comments, likes, and asks!

PLEASE NOTE THAT I WILL NOT WRITE ANYTHING 18+ FOR CHARACTERS THAT ARE CANONICALLY UNDER 18, AND THAT INCLUDES THE CHARACTERS IN TWST, EVEN IF THEY ARE IN COLLEGE. I WILL NOT AGE THEM UP FOR SEXUALIZATION PURPOSES EITHER. IT MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE. PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY. thank you! :)

cw: uwaaa as per usual! some smut implication, gn!reader though mention of underwear is present, sub!idia, annnnd i think that's it. please lmk if i missed anything triggering!

also as per usual! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI. DNI DNI DNI!!! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Idia Shroud who is...

Idia Shroud who is nervous.

He wasn’t the one to first approach. He was perfectly fine with watching you from afar, daydreams of you placating his intense yearning, and fantasies of you fueling his wet dreams and satisfying his libido. He was fine just being a background character until you grew closer. His nerves ate him alive whenever you approached, and he almost resorted to his old habit of talking through a tablet. But he managed, and you became friends. Every time you were close, he knew it would never be enough. Even when you got close enough to give the occasional hug or playfully punch him in the shoulder after a crushing video game loss, he knew these touches would only make it worse. But he couldn’t stop. He wanted to milk you dry of all the affection you were willing to give him, because it made him thrive, and only made his pining worse. Helping you with classwork, showing you his favorite video games, and inviting you over to do nothing together… It got worse and worse and worse for him until he was at rock bottom, believing his degeneracy could not get any worse. The dreams, the pretending, the yearning… It had taken its toll. Until you confessed.

Idia Shroud who is possessive.

Not too possessive, but enough. His insecurities fuel his possessiveness, especially when he sees you talking to popular heartthrob Leona or sly tease Trey. His jealousy rises quickly and he can feel the roots of his hair blaze, turning orange before quickly fading back to blue. He cannot afford to lose his temper. It is times like these when he starts thinking about how you deserve someone better than a shut in, but he cannot bring himself to not cling to you. He simply must. Demonstrate that you love and want him and he’ll be happy. He cannot say that the occasional haunting thought of keeping you all to himself is not attractive, though.

Idia Shroud who is inexperienced.

He’d had the occasional kindergarten or juvenile “relationship”, in which all it took to get a partner was sharing your snacks and offering a flower during recess. He was more innocent then, and less of a recluse. But over the years, he only found more and more reasons to shut himself in, and continued to find them until he didn’t need excuses anymore. The most he’s ever done is hold hands and hug, but even that was with family or when he was five years old.

When you so much as lean on his shoulder he short circuits and stiffens, unsure of what he should do. When you grab his hand he freezes in place, wide eyed like a deer in headlights. When you kiss his cheek he jumps, shrinking in on himself and looking at you questioningly. It takes him a long time to even blush at these interactions, realizing that they come from a place of fondness and not emotionlessness or malicious intent. When he’s finally comfortable, doing these things in public will spook him immensely, but doing it in private is just fine. He’ll melt into your touches like he’s never been loved before. The thumping of your heart will be enough to soothe him to rest and a twitch of your fingers will be enough for him to grab yours, intertwining his fingers with them. He will breathe and you will be there and that will be enough.

Don’t kiss him yet, though. You’d have to wait a few months to do that with him.

Idia Shroud who is a pervert.

He simply cannot get enough of your smell. He doesn’t even mind if it's strong. It doesn’t matter. He will bury his face in your neck when you two are in private, and will do far worse when he’s alone. He often nicks your dirty clothes when he comes by your dorm. He usually takes worn shirts, hoodies, and bras (if you wear them), but will occasionally take a pair of your intimates. What he does with all those is obvious. He often sleeps with them, holding your clothes close to his face and inhaling your scent, pretending he was brave enough to convince you to stay over. And when a growing need makes itself known in his abdomen and his head starts to spin, he’ll wait til he’s alone before pulling out your intimates and shamefully pressing his face into them, wrapping a hand around his length.

Idia Shroud who is submissive.

Well yes, he knows what sex is, he’s an adult. What he doesn’t know is all the particulars, how fond and loving it could be, how intense and overstimulating it could be, and just how many breaks he’d need to take. Before being with you, all he’d known was that watching hentai was enough to get him off. He knew what he liked in theory, all the twisted hentai fantasies locked under several layers of encryption on his laptop. But he didn’t know what he actually liked. He had never had anyone truly touch him before. When your fingers run down his arm or press into his thigh, he doesn’t know how to react. And when you touch bare skin, it’s even worse. It took you a long time to even kiss him, and it’ll take far longer to initiate and maintain any sort of extensive physical intimacy. But when he’s finally comfortable, you start out slow. You go no further than his torso for a few months, touching him carefully, paying attention to every hitched breath, gasp, and mumble that came from him, memorizing what he liked. When he says it’s alright, you’ll touch his thighs, and if he’s feeling brave, he’ll let you squeeze them and ghost your fingers close to his groin. With your permission, he’ll press his hands to your chest and hold you by your waist, and if he’s brave enough, he’ll squeeze your hips, too. When he finally lets you see his length, the two of you are limited to mutual masturbation for a while, foreheads pressed together and pleasured sighs mixing together. In the passing months, when he’s ready for more, you’ll start touching him, and he’ll start touching you, getting each other off instead of mutual masturbation. And finally, when he decides he’s truly ready, he’ll tell you, and he’ll let you take the lead and pin him to the nearest piece of furniture.

Idia Shroud who is insatiable.

You’ve had him once, and you’ll have him again, and again, and again. After the first time, you worked together to see what felt and worked right for both of you, and once it was perfected, it just kept happening. He couldn’t get enough. He loved your touch, your taste, and all the sounds you’d make, and he loved how you made him feel. Each time he finished, whether he was inside or outside of you, under you or over you, taking what you had or doing the work, he always felt overwhelmingly yours. And he wanted to be yours over and over and over again, and he wanted you to remind him that he belonged to you each and every time. After taking control of things his whole life, it is immeasurably pleasurable to leave all the decisions to someone else. To be purely at their mercy, knowing he is safe in their arms. He cannot get enough of that feeling, and it’s all the better that it’s with you.

Idia Shroud who is in love with you.

a/n: screams and yells and kicks my feet i love him sm!! anyways i really really hope u guys like this one bc i actually really like this one. i think i did an exceptionally good job this time. again more will be coming for the other 18+ characs, like Trey and Cater and Vil and Rook and possibly Leona. I'll do the profs if asked, maybe, but the reader WILL NOT be a student. again i do appreciate likes, comments, reblogs, and asks!! thank you all so much!

#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst idia #idia smut #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud twst #idia shroud smut #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #idia shroud x yuu

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angelhairpastawithherbs · 8 months

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Imagine getting this for his birthday 💀 Blue fire and everything, it's made for him

(unofficial idia merch when) @rayisalive @silvers-numberonefan

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frostbitetrap-blog · 1 year

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Okay so i saw this thing on YouTube and my mind went straight to Jade and Idia from twisted wonderland

Look at the baby mooshroom I swear these exist in twisted wonderland and nobody knows and Mc would 100% be the one to discover them and then Jade and Idia would want to ‘Adopt’ it

Both Jade and Idia be like: what is that? *Starring at the Mooshroom with absolute intentions of adopting*

Baby Mooshroom: *hiding behind it’s new mamma figure* Mooo *Pecking at them cutely*

Mc/yuu: MY Mooshroom son his name Is Red *unaware she just stared a war*

Jade and Idia will fight for the for the right to be the Mooshroom baby’s dad and Yuu/Mc will no the wiser

Meanwhile Lilia is coming for your child

Also credit to KaypeaCreations on YouTube they made the Mooshroom baby

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evanrouge · 1 year

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⌗ them as... college roommates?

ft. idia and jade (separately) — headcanons.

— idia shroud

As a roommate, Idia is unintentionally extremely messy. Though he tends to stick to his own half of the dorm, so upon entering the room there is just a visible line down the middle between your neat part and his... Which is usually full of empty energy drink cans and wires. He's messy, but tolerable messy, as he would never dare leave his gear in your territory, being somebody who deeply values his space and privacy himself.

He plays games until the sun comes up, and occasionally has his mic on to converse with his fellow teammates while doing so. But he can get quite loud when he starts trash-talking the sloppy players down the mic, even despite how he tries to keep the volume down after you once fiercely ranted at him for precisely 87 minutes after he woke you up at 3:53 one night before a final exam. He never wants to torment the final boss while being severely underleveled ever again. He does try to be quiet out of respect for you, but he sometimes forgets and ends up waking you up anyway.

Taking out the trash comes down to a game of pure chance, that you're like 99% sure is probably rigged in his favor, with how he tends to win quite literally every time. If he does end up losing, he'd probably forget to take out his highly-stacked collection of cans, which even you tend to avoid. Taking the trash out is a weekly task, but taking out Idia's energy drink empire is a monthly one. Honestly, it's a surprise he hasn't suffered a heart attack yet.

But hey! If you have an hour or two that you wanna burn before going out, then he's always down to play a good game with you! Whether electronic or a board game, he isn't picky. As much as he'd never admit it, playing physically with somebody is a lot nicer than playing with somebody online. But then he'd get all salty when you've gotta leave for whatever was planned, and try to persuade you into ditching the normies and playing another (or twelve) games with him. What can he say? You got him in "the zone," and surely playing games with him is more fun than whatever you're leaving him for... right? RIGHT?

It may seem a lot like he becomes dependent on you, and to be honest… yeah, that's most definitely the case. Over time, living with him renders you becoming as close to him as his younger brother Ortho. What once was him unable to speak a word to you without choking up turns into you becoming the person he turns to in order to rant. Turns into him giving you special permission to play his consoles if you're bored and he's away from campus to visit home. He's probably got another of the same one there anyway, so don't be surprised if he messages you from home demanding you turn on a specific game to play together when he notices you come online.

Overall a 7/10 roommate. He's always there so there isn't much potential alone time, but you could totally let out any frustrations you have and he'll put his headphones on and pretend he doesn't notice.

— jade leech

Compared to Idia, Jade is exceptionally neat. The room would be practically spotless at all times, which you would assume he does when you're away from the dorm, considering you've never actually seen him clean with your own two eyes. There will not be a single speck of dust on the windowsills, nor a single hair on the carpet. Not that you're going to complain about it. It's much nicer to have somebody clean like Jade rather than somebody who would be as lazy as Leona. If anything, he would make you feel like you don't do enough. Even if you most certainly do, he just goes above and beyond.

As much of a little shit as he can be, even Jade appreciates his space, and he will value yours too. He isn't always in the dorm outside of classes, being a big figure in the Mostro Lounge he will most frequently be seen there until the late hours of the day, but he will try to not associate his presence with Floyd and Azul. Not that he will be very successful in that endeavor. Whenever Floyd is bored in his own dorm he will seek out Jade's, and flop onto your bed drilling on about how haplessly dull life is, and refusing to leave until he wants to. As for Azul, he appears at the most inconvenient of moments requesting Jade's input on a thing or twelve. You might as well just call all three of them your roommates already. Sometimes even Jade wants a little bit of time away from them.

Despite Jade ensuring the dorm is as clean as can be at all times, you somehow end up finding various different kinds of mushrooms in the strangest of places. One time, after coming back from the dorm extremely tired due to a long day and wanting nothing but to sleep, you moved your covers to find a single mushroom beneath it. To which Jade quietly remarked: "That's where you went," before promptly removing it and apologizing. He never acknowledged that strange moment afterward, and to be honest you half suspected that you hallucinated it.

Or at least, until you accidentally found the questionably large mushroom farm hidden beneath his bed. The situation was similar to when you find a giant stash that a small child is trying to hide. He tried to play it off like it doesn't exist. Or perhaps he is just pretty good at not mentioning or acknowledging it. He still hasn't answered your question of whether he put that mushroom in your bed on purpose or not, though. You never expected that sharing a room with Jade would prompt you to be gaslit because of a fungus.

You swear, in a sleepy haze, you once heard Jade telling a bedtime story to his mushrooms, but when you fully opened your eyes to take a look he was seemingly sleeping.

Overall a 8.5/10 roommate, would be a 9.5 if his presence didn't constantly demand either Floyd or Azul's, and they stay until pretty late too. The mushroom thing, you suppose you can get used to. Plus he cooks you stuff sometimes so that's pretty nice.

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mister-mizu · 10 months

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They have fun in the board game club (all they do is find new games to yell or cry over) (the other members play checkers and leave)

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rae-pss · 8 months

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— RAE'S NOTE: this is a repost from my old account. a short drabble (181 w) about idia shroud.

the only thing that illuminated idia's gloomy room was the prominent white light emitted by the set of screens. to that must be added the multiple led lights that both the keyboard, mouse, and gaming pc possessed, objects also owned by the boy.

despite the obvious lack of natural light, the couple were both used to environments this dark; this is due to the fact that their dates, the vast majority of them, always ended up in one of their rooms.

the game had already ended a long time ago, and there was little time left for the next to begin, however, that wasn't an impediment to the plan that was forming in their head from being carried out.

with some malice after their actions (y/n) changed their posture, going from simply sitting to the right of the bluehead to, without much embarrassment showing on their face, sitting on his lap.

as quickly as they carried out the previously described action, idia's face was painted a bright red, the same color that painted his hair slightly.

❝(y/n)?!❞

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somany-fandoms-solittle-time · 8 months

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If Cater speaks in insta, snap and Twitter lingo then Idia speaks in Twitch, Tumblr, Discord mod jargon.

But some of you aren't ready for that conversation yet...

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #cater diamond twst #twst cater #idia shroud #idia shroud twst #twst idia #cater x idia #they will deadass argue in internet slang while making fun of the type of slang the other uses #they're so stupid #half their peers have NO IDEA what they're saying #code switching but for chronically online bitches #ortho will be translating in real time like “and now big brother called Cater Diamond the equivalent of....”#they're so silly #i'm not sorry #enjoy my sleepy brain chaos~

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axica-cattleya · 1 year

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treysimp · 2 years

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Taking A Bath With Them (Part 2)

GN!Reader/TWST Third Year Boys (Cater, Idia, Lilia, Malleus, Rook, Trey, Vil)

Part 1 (Second Years) // Part 2 (This one!) // Part 3 (First Years) // Part 4 (Coming Soon!) Bonus Chapter (Coming Soon!)

Words: 3K

Tags: Reader's body not described, bathing together but no description of nudity or lewd behavior so you can imagine y'all are wearing swimsuits if you want, fluff fluff fluff handsy cute fluff

Want more TWST? Here’s my masterlist!

Cater Diamond

If you got an ad for it on MagiCam, Cater owns it! His shelves are full of the newest and shiniest self-care products, and Cater follows the routines of the stars to a T! Currently, he is very invested in Vil's skincare line, but he likes you enough to share it. Rest assured that the second you see a sold-out glitter mask, Cater will have it on deck.

While Cater owns a million products he also never has the attention span to use all of them, which is great for you if you wanna snag something and steal it away to your bathroom, he doesn't mind. He's got everything in every color anyway, not to mention some of the free products he gets from people hoping for a shoutout on MagiCam. This also means that there are a million tee shirts of random brands up for grabs too, so if you and Cater wear close to the same size of anything, you can share.

When you two do get time to take a bath together, expect that it will be long and come with a whole spa day attached. Cater is a pretty handsy bathing partner, and while sometimes it is flirty and smooth, other times he is ticking you within an inch of your life. If you're a naturally ticklish person, he might not even be doing this on purpose. The sweet boy may offer to help wash and pumice your feet and ends up getting kicked in the throat. 'It was funny' he croaks through his poor crushed windpipe. Maybe he'll have to tie you down next time. He keeps that thought to himself though.

It's not easy to make time for it, but being able to do each other's hair, paint your nails (you choose the colors for each other, of course), and mess around with all sorts of gizmos and gadgets makes you feel like a little kid at a sleepover. Speaking of sleepovers, since this is a whole-day affair, expect to be having one. I hope you brought pajamas! (Or you could always steal one of those shirts).

Once you are both pampered and put together, expect a long cuddle sesh in your cuddly-soft bathrobes while scrolling through your phones and pausing to give each other a smooch or show off an 'omg have you seen this?' kind of post.

Idia Shroud

While not one to take baths in general (showers are more efficient, right?) Idia is always interested in learning more about you and what you like, so he will put up with whatever you suggest. Idia usually pulls his hair up and back out of his face when bathing, which is great for you since it allows you to appreciate his exquisite bone structure for once. If you want to style his hair, this is the time he will let you do it. You're a bit partial to how his gorgeous blue locks look in a braid or a messy bun but never expect anything other than a ponytail if Idia is the one in charge of choosing.

While Idia certainly has plenty of waterproof electronics and he would play video games in the bath if you're interested, he will settle for listening to you talk as you wash him down as well. It's hard not to be a little mad that the little introvert has a decent amount of muscle definition, but if you try to ask Idia why that is, he will be too flustered to answer.

If Idia is the one tasked with washing you, it is a little too easy to see his thought process as he tries to do a speed-scrub-100% run of your poor body. His eyes are a bit manic when this happens, and it unsettles you how quickly he goes from a blushing little darling to a back-scrubbing demon. Idia is just nervous though, and he has a habit of falling into familiar patterns when he's stressed. As long as you humor him and just gently tell him that he's allowed to slow down, he will usually realize how over the top he is on his own.

The other option is that you can challenge him to a competition (fastest to wash their hair, fastest to shave, etc) and he will have a blast. Playing to his competitive nature doesn't work in every circumstance, but when it's you he does feel like he has something to prove. Regardless of who 'wins' you will both be laughing and trash-talking with the best of them.

Leona Kingscholar

As you might have guessed, this guy loves a good soak. Leona is one for relaxing things, lavender bath salts, soothing lotions, and getting a little too pruny from overstaying in the water. That isn't to say that you're going to have an easy time getting him in the bath though, as much as he likes them when he is in one.

Washing his hair is a bit depressing as this man has the softest and most gorgeous chestnut hair in the entire world and yet there are actual sticks and leaves stuck in it due to his outdoor naps. You want to shake him, you would kill for your hair to be like his! Despite that, he looks refined and sultry no matter what you do. Regardless, seeing his hair wet and the rest of his gorgeous self sparkling with water like dewdrops on a rose in the early morning is almost sinfully indulgent.

Leona is another one who will probably mess with you with his tail, smacking you without warning on the butt to make you yelp in surprise and then having a smirk on his face for the next hour that never goes away. Despite all of the struggle and sassiness that you have to deal with, getting Leona to be loving is the one thing you will never need to coax out of him. He will actively be complaining about how long the bath is taking while pulling you to his chest for a cuddle. All of Leona's bath products are spicy and warm, and it's hard to keep your eyes open when every bone in your body wants you to just give in to a watery little nap.

If you do happen to fall asleep, surprisingly Leona will be the one to wake up first. It happens so consistently that you wonder if he's been faking it. Leona will pull your tired self out of the bath, towel you off and take you to lounge the rest of the day away in his bed. As much as he complains, seeing your sweet sleeping face makes his day, even if he does have to be a little conniving to make it happen.

Lilia Vanrouge

If you've never dyed hair before you are going to learn! Lilia loves to change his highlights on the reg and while he could get it done somewhere, isn't it just more punk rock to DIY it sometimes? If you're interested in doing your hair in unnatural colors too, Lilia would be thrilled to dye it for you! He will also use magic to change it back if you hate it, but when you ask him if he could have just been dying both of your hair with magic the whole time he will just chuckle mischievously and make a getaway. What a scamp that old man is.

As for the actual bathing, you will also have a hard time getting this man relaxed enough to chill out with you, as he is quite the chatterbox if you manage to get him into the tub. He has more than once floated above said tub playfully challenging you to ‘come and get (him)'. To the surprise of no one, he would float just barely out of your reach and cackle.

Another game that he seems to like to play you have internally named ‘back in my day’, where he tells you a frankly ridiculous story about the past and you try to decide if he is fucking with you or not. Every time you have called bullshit on him though, he comes to you later with undeniable proof that said event happened, so maybe he is messing with you less than you thought.

Lilia bathes rather simply, he soaks in the water leisurely for a bit, cleans himself off, and gets out. There is very little fuss about the process, though he is happy to go along with anything you bring for him. Fun bath products are something he enjoys, but just not on the top of his ‘weird things to collect’ list, that’s what his bedroom is for, not his bathroom.

If you ask Lilia to help you bathe, he will do so with gentle care, taking his time to enjoy every little goosebump on your flesh and count the moles, freckles, or any other distinctive markings you have. It sometimes feels like he’s drawing constellations on your back, thinking of what your body could be saying to him based on the imagined patterns. Said body means a whole lot to him, of course, but your mind is what matters. He gets a bit misty-eyed thinking about it. He’s so lucky, a loving family and the opportunity to love and be loved by someone as once-in-a-lifetime as you are? How truly wonderful.

Malleus Draconia

First things first, Malleus will insist on doing everything himself. He enjoys you trying to take the initiative and help him bathe, and he will certainly allow you, but the second you try to do anything for yourself Malleus will immediately take over. You wouldn’t want to deprive him of the chance of showing his devotion by taking care of you, would you dearest? You only have so much time together, after all. He is very persuasive in this regard, and as soon as you agree you swear that you might go blind from how dazzling his smile is.

Malleus is also one for complimenting you while also telling you what he is doing. ‘I am going to wash your hair now, my dove.’ he will say, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers and scratching the skin delicately with his nails. Nicknames are another thing that is incredibly charming about Malleus’ speech because while there are certainly normal ones in the mix, you have also heard more outdated terms spill from his lips.

One particularly memorable instance was Malleus calling you ‘dollface’, but you would never tell him that his terms of endearment were out of date, they were far too charming.

Seeing Malleus with his hair wet and pushed back is another treat, and seeing the way that his markings crown his head makes you remember just how ethereal his beauty is. You thought that the Briar Valley might be onto something when they thought Malleus worthy of worship.

When you’re done bathing, Malleus will dry both of you with a snap of his fingers, laughing any time that his doing so causes you to jump in surprise. It’s just hard to get used to magic when you don’t have any, you know? Malleus had matching robes made for the two of you, and he will coax you to sit in his lap while he reads a book, stoking your back as you fight the urge to comfortably doze in his embrace.

Malleus will pause every so often to give you a soft kiss on the hair, forehead, cheek, lips, or whatever is closest to him at that moment. It’s his way of making sure that you know he is always thinking of you, even when he’s busy.

Rook Hunt

Good luck trying to catch him long enough to find out. Rook loves taking a bath, and he especially loves seeing you bathe with him, but there is a certain amount of nervousness he has at being exposed with no weapons, so it can take some convincing at times to get him to relax with you. Once he is in the bath, you will never get that fountain of endearments to turn off, even if they start getting weird and less than flattering. ‘Oh ma cherie, you are just like a wounded animal taking its last breath!’, you ask Rook to elaborate, he ignores this request.

Rook seems to enjoy the post-bath routine rather than the bath itself, taking great joy in blowdrying both of your hair and styling them so they look just right. Rook also is a purveyor of fancy foreign lotions, and he will happily bathe you in moisturizer at a moment’s notice.

For the times that Rook is willing to settle down and relax with you, he will almost cry in appreciation if you offer him a massage or any other sort of skinship. While Rook does his utmost to care for himself with the highest ideal of beauty, he deeply craves physical contact and the kind of pampering that only someone you love can provide. He’s surprisingly obedient when this happens, happily moving into different shapes and positions to allow you to better soothe his aching muscles. He will offer you an amazing sensual experience in return, which is very difficult to turn down, given how insistent he is.

Rook feels most at ease once you are both done and back in the comfort of his room. He has dreams of the day that you both might live in the same space, his possessions mixing with yours into the perfect blend of a home that suits you both. Being with you in the dorms would have to do for now, but his heart does skip a beat if you leave something in his room ‘for later', because it’s one baby step closer to being in the shared space that he daydreams of while aiming his bow for the kill.

What a lovely day it will be when he can wake up to your face each morning, kissing you awake with sleepy giggles and a soft embrace.

Trey Clover

Being the practical one that he is, if you want to use anything other than shampoo and soap in the bath you are going to have to provide it yourself. Seeing the way that Trey’s eyes soften when you condition his hair for the first time, or the smile on his lips when you rub lotion into his chapped knuckles is worth the effort though.

He tends to chide you a bit, noting that you’re not taking as good of care of your nails as you should and lecturing you on the best ways to clean your body to not strip it of its natural oils. It sounds like he is admonishing you, but it comes from a place of love and care, I promise. While he knows the ideal ways to maintain your hygiene, it is also obvious that this man exists to pamper others rather than himself.

Trey will volunteer to do anything you ask of him, but when you opt to do things for him he is in absolute heaven. Feeling your touch on his body makes it difficult to still his heartbeat, no matter how long you both have been together, but that is just another reason he loves you, every day feels just as wonderful as the first. Trey melts under your gaze, your touch, and seeing his eyes without his glasses is breathtaking, even if it comes at the cost of him sometimes knocking every product into the tub in search of the soap.

Vil Schoenheit

I hope you are prepared, it’s gonna be a while. Vil has the most extensive list of body care and routines, they fluctuate every third Thursday and fourth Tuesday and he has a spreadsheet to keep track of it all as well.

This is an exaggeration, but not by much. However, Vil is not a hoarder. He will quiz you about your hair and skin and assign customized routines for you to follow. If you don’t follow it, he can tell. If you do follow it, he will glow with pride, lauding himself for his accomplishment. You did all the work of actually doing the routine, but it was his accomplishment. Obviously.

In the bath itself he puppets you around like you had strings attached to your limbs, barking orders to lift one arm, then another, move your leg, don’t move a hair he will be right back! You listened to him, but you were shaking in discomfort by minute three. Upon returning and seeing the earnest effort that you made, Vil did cut you some slack and kiss you on the cheek and tell you that you did a good job. That softness did dissolve rather quickly as he snapped back into a beauty drill instructor, but you appreciated the affection nevertheless.

Once your multi-hour prep is done, you do get a little time to soak together and hold Vil for a fleeting moment of decadent romance. He cuts it short so that neither of you can get pruny, which is sad but he is probably right. There is a post-bath routine as well, and you are nervous to walk on the tile with how slippery your feet are from all the unpronounceable beauty treatments they have been subjected to.

After both of you are done (Vil does not let you touch him, but he does allow you to hand him products, much like a kid handing their parents a wrench in the garage) you are allowed to relax. It is time to wear your embroidered silk robes and lay back with face masks and spa music filtering through Vil’s room. You finally start seeing the tidbits of affection as he holds your hand, kisses your hair, and thanks you for spending all of this time with him.

He treasures you, and he wants you to know that, though he can sometimes be oddly bashful about saying so. Vil will smooth the hair from your face, a look of unmistakable fondness on his face, and plant a perfect kiss on your perfectly exfoliated and moisturized lips. If bliss did exist, this was a part of it, surely.

What did you all think? Should I do the first years to round it out or are y'all happy? Let me know, send me prompts, drool over fictional men with me, beg for smut or whatever!

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