I come with sin. I'm gonna send the asks individually. First Anthony/Gray: sort of “enemies to lovers” scenario where Anthony has Gray captured because he was a stowaway on her ship. She has him chained up, arms restrained, legs spread apart lewdly and she places her boot right on his chest, smirking evilly (maybe she has some sort of weapon in her hand and she’s using it to lift up his face via his chin?). Of course Gray is defiant, giving her a small glare, but it's more of "lol this hot why"
Nea steals the heart of Ion Christine, the elusive leader of the Midas Group. (Rev!Ion/Nea, based on @sinnme‘s Role-Swap AU).
Word count: 2652
The events that unfolded was like a sinfully sweet piece of chocolate that was slowly unwrapped from a foil made of gold.
Somehow, she managed to catch the eye of the creator of the Genius League, a tournament where the winner had the chance to gain riches beyond their wildest dreams. They would become a king, for all to marvel—all for winning a little tournament. That would be the case if they lived to see that day. For the conspiracy was that the winner would disappear to become the creator’s little toy, their body used for tests beyond tests. It was never proven, but people still speculated, and protested.
Despite the protests, the creator was able to mend the suspicions of the general public. There were the debates— “He’s a young adult, there’s no way he could be doing these preposterous things!” vs. “No matter how young this man may be, he still needed to be investigated!” When the protests began, the debates never ended, and nothing was done in order to regulate the Genius League for the government could do little against a tournament that was deemed savior of the economy—and the world. The creator—who had been nicknamed the same thing— “savior” only appeared at times when needed, like a thief in the night. A phantom.
And when that phantom appeared, he took sight of Nea Calais, and decided to never let her go.
As decreed by himself.
It was almost comical. Nea felt like this man drew her in. He invited her to the Genius League in disguise, challenging her and the outcome was Nea somehow being able to best him.
When he revealed himself as Ion Christine, the creator, the phantom, she nearly fainted.
Why, in the name of all that is holy and pure, would the genius 19-year old creator of the most controversial yet needed tournament invite her, challenge her, and be pleased at her win against him? She figured he would be angry, or she’d become a segment on the news, but it wasn’t like that. He was… intriqued by her. She would receive gifts from Ion. Invitations to lavish parties. He made sure she got the best suite on the Bella Cruise, which hosted the belligerents of The Genius League, and divine, luxury service of the finest foods and maintenance. Many became jealous of her.
Did Nea care? Of course not. She was powerful enough to make sure that she would be guarded against such jealousies. Involving her position as a tournament participant, however, she had to be careful. No matter how nice Ion treated her, she couldn’t reach the top willingly. She forced herself to lose major matches, and only won the minor ones. With her skill, she would have been #1 already, but she couldn’t. Not until she knew Ion’s true intentions. Her skill as a journalist would allow that information to be gained without fail. She knew how to gather intel. Problem is, Ion didn’t slip as much as she hoped. This would be difficult.
Ion confronts her about her suspicious losses over an exquisite dinner.
“You are losing on purpose.”
“You’re mistaken, Mr. Christine,” Nea refutes. “You know how well I- “
“You are losing on purpose, Nea,” he repeats himself strongly.
Being put on the spot so quickly shocks Nea, but nothing could prepare her for Ion’s next move. As they sit across each other, he stands and walks over to her, and cups her chin with gloved hands. He strokes it gently, mischievous grin on his face. Her cheeks flush as she freezes. Why does it feel good when Ion’s hand is on her face? Especially with those gloved hands of his. She had to catch herself from leaning into it like a cat. That damned grin of his, too. Was the reason she really wanted intel on him is because she was interested in him in more ways than one and she just didn’t realize it?
“You can’t lie to me,” he muses. “I know everything about you…”
“Do you really?” She weakly manages to get out.
“I do, my little journalist. Have you been trying to get intel on me? I’m quite flattered.”
Nea stood up, taking a step back from Ion. Whether in fright or curiosity or delight, she didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Unable to realize her steps, Nea’s back connects with the wall. She has effectively trapped herself and as Ion walks towards her slowly, his lavender eyes glowing, she knew there was nothing she could do. He licked his lips hungrily, making her freeze. The cold touch of his gloved hand cups her face once again, lifting it so their eyes met.
“You don’t have to be afraid. I have no intention of hurting you,” he reassures. “My intention… Is something that will grant you what you want. Something that you desire. Something that I desire and will be more than willing to give to you.”
What I want? More about him? That is all I wanted, yet it’s as if he’s insinuating that-
Ion is so close that she can feel his breath on her neck. It tingles, awakening something in her. His hands grasp her waist, making her legs wobble, and as she stares into those eyes, she realizes there is no going back from this. A loud gasp escapes her as she feels Ion’s soft lips on her neck, kissing softly.
“You—ah—is this what you really called me here for?”
“Mmm,” is the only response she gets from him.
Nea can’t lie to herself. It feels so good. She finds herself craving more. Ion knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t shy in the slightest. She openly moaned when she felt his tongue on her neck. The saliva barely missed the choker she always wore around her neck, however, in a bold move, she undoes it, placing it in her pocket and emitting a satisfied groan from him. Her neck exposed; wet kisses turn into demanding bites she knows will show on her skin later.
“Please, yes…” She gasped.
“Do you like that?” He mused. “Do you want more?”
“I-I do,” Nea responds hastily, pressing herself up against Ion. “I want—I want you.”
“Oh my,” he near moaned. “Just a moment ago, you were afraid, and now you do this…”
Nea grabs the collar of Ion’s shirt and crushes their lips together. She wanted to shut him and his little smug tone of his up, all the while feeling his soft lips again. He seemed to like her dominance, and began to fondle her, lowering his hands to grab her ass and squeeze it firmly. He revels in Nea’s muffled moan and the little jump she makes.
Ion is in a haze. He cannot handle himself and all sense of rationality has left him. Breaking the kiss, he grabs Nea’s hand and rushes to his suite, avoiding all who would want to speak with him. They were not important, none of them were. Not right now. What was important right now, was Nea. He needs to touch her, to take her as he saw fit. He acted with haste, closing the door and locking it behind him and immediately dragging her to his bed.
He nearly throws her down on said bed, and if Nea was scared, she sure as hell wasn’t showing it. The look on her face resembled desire more than it did fright. Her eyes followed his every move. Before he climbed on top of her, he undid his top, throwing it to the side without care. When Nea sees his bare chest, and her eyes widen and Ion can see her bite her lip almost immediately, the fire in his eyes intensifies. Crawling on top of her, he growled low, relishing in the excitement he felt coursing through his body. He presses himself against her, and she moans instantly.
“Look at that… You want it so bad. You’re such a wanton mess,” he mused. “I am going to fully make you mine. There won’t be a trace of you that is untouched by me.”
Ion grinned, wasting no time in undoing her clothes, with Nea even helping him to do so. All that was left was her bra and panties, which he would undo himself, slowly. Before that, he crushes his lips with hers again, moaning when he feels Nea’s tongue enter his mouth. She was so deliciously bold and he planned to reward her immensely when that time came. Nea rolled her hips, grinding against Ion. He bit her lower lip in satisfaction, making her gasp.
Breaking the kiss, his hands travel to her bra, squeezing her breasts hard. Nea shouts in joy, throwing her head back.
“Oh? Do you like it when it hurts a bit?”
Ion leans down, hands still fondling her breasts, but this time, his teeth sink into her neck. Nea’s eyes, widen, and her hands reach Ion’s hair to tug.
“Fuck, Ion…”
He chuckled, knowing just how wild he’s getting Nea. He enjoyed this. Seeing her squirm, hearing her moans. He was going to have her revel in pleasure. Moving from her neck, Ion reaches for the bra in his way and unhooks it from behind. Nea lifts herself up to help get it out of the way. Pushing her back down on her back, Ion proceeds to move his hands immediately back to her breasts, but this time he leans down to take her left nipple in his mouth, while his hand lowers to her panties to rub them. The stimulation seeps through her, enveloping her.
“More, Ion…!” She gasps.
“Patience…”
He flicks his tongue on her nipple, while his hand has long gone inside of her panties to tease her. Nea’s moans, moving her hips enthusiastically. Ion chuckled, looking at her intently.
“Be a good girl and keep your hips still, or I’ll stop.”
Nea whined, but did as she was told. Ion couldn’t stop himself now. He smirked at her, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders and taking his hands to rip off those delicate panties of hers. The desperation in Ion’s movements make her bite her lip.
“Please…”
Ion made no motion to move, instead, those beautiful lavender eyes look over her bare form, every inch seen by him. This causes Nea to avert her eye, flattered yet embarrassed as he stopped so suddenly to look her over. Nea is gorgeous in every way. Sinfully tempting, as if she would have led Ion to his demise at will. Such a sinfully tempting woman deserved everything she wished for. He takes his time as he leans down to place his lips on her groin, which elicits the reaction he desired. Nea shoots up instantly, moaning his name and tugging his hair in anticipation for what is to come.
His eyes never leave her for even so much as half a second as he tastes her. With each slow lick—and Nea knows he’s avoiding her clit on purpose, the tease—she gasps, staring into those intense lavender eyes that did not move an inch. She knew she would be unable to form coherent sentences. Even if she wanted to beg for that stimulation that’d make her melt, she couldn’t.
Yet to her enjoyment, he understood.
Ion swirled his tongue around her clit, causing Nea to buck her hips. The small chuckle that sounded from him was not unheard. Ion took his hands and held her hips in place, which causes his hair to be tugged even tighter. He dared to give a long, drawn-out suck to her clit, relishing in the wetness that only increased as he stimulated her.
“More,” she begged. “Go faster…”
She heard his taunting chuckle again, and whined as he stopped. Her hands loosen in his hair and she stares, a bit of annoyance shown on her face. She was so close.
Ion pushed her back down on the bed, and reached to finally undo his own belt and dress pants. When Nea finally realized he was ready to take her, in full, she bit her lip, desperation showing on her face.
“I want you, all of you,” he confirmed. “And I will have you.”
“B-By all means…” Nea whispered.
Now that she had the chance to look at Ion completely bare, she realized her eyes did linger on Ion’s cock for far longer than it should have, as he was very well endowed. If Ion caught her staring, he didn’t say anything and she was thankful for that. Before Ion gets back on the bed, he goes for his bedside drawer to take out essentials. He is quick to take out a condom from it’s wrapper and place it carefully on his erection, and lube, to make the process easier and comfortable for Nea.
He’s back on the bed in an instant and immediately presses himself against her as a test. Nea groaned, looking at him with a clouded lust that needed to be sated in every way possible. She rocks her hips against his erection eagerly for a couple of seconds just to show him just how bad she wanted it.
“Come on, already…”
Having decided not to keep her waiting any longer, Ion chuckled as he pressed inside her slowly, making them both gasp. He does not move just yet, he knows Nea needs to be comfortable, so he waits. When Nea moves her hips with a quiet moan coming from her lips, Ion wastes no time in moving. He starts slow at first, but gradually increases in movement making Nea’s quiet moans turn to desperate and pleading gasps. Boldly, she leans up and wraps her arms around Ion, and he holds on to her hips, pounding deep inside of her. Nea crushes their lips together, forcing her tongue inside which surprises yet invigorates Ion. Her sudden display of dominance has him fucking her harder, skin slapping against skin.
With each movement, Nea felt herself getting closer and closer to climax. Then, she felt Ion hit her sweet spot, and she threw her head back and cried out, digging her nails into his skin. She would have no mercy. Ion went for her exposed neck, and sucked hard on the skin. He wanted to leave a mark, to let her remember who did this to her, who made her feel this pleasure. It only made Nea’s voice echo in the room.
“More!” She squealed. “H-Hurry!”
Ion was happy to oblige. Considering his sweat, and his increase in grunts as he thrust, he was close to the brink of pleasure. He hit that spot over and over, until Nea finally screamed, shivering as she rode out her orgasm. Ion, who wasn’t far behind, softly moaned her name as he came. He bit his lip, pulling out and taking the condom off to discard it in the trash.
He hears Nea plop down on the bed and grins. He looks at her and she pouts immediately, giving him something that could be akin to a glare.
“I’m going to be sore, Christine.”
Joining her, he rolled his eyes playfully.
“You asked for it. Literally.”
“Shut up.”
“No.”
For a moment, Nea wondered what the Hell she got herself into. Despite the playful mood, she did want to talk to Ion about what this would mean for them in the future, but couldn’t bring herself to even start a conversation. Ion, as if reading her mind, pulled her closer.
“We can talk in the morning, when our minds are clear.”
That would be acceptable. They could speak about their concerns, all of them, in the morning. For as long as they wanted, and without any interruptions. She smiled and snuggled into his chest.
“…Alright.”
They said nothing after that. They allowed each other’s soft breathing to lull them to a peaceful sleep.
Summary: Elaine loves to pamper herself in the shower. Casimir, however, has other ideas.
Word count: 1747
Elaine lets the scent of rose invigorate her, and the lather that creates from rubbing the liquid soap envelop her body. She had to treat herself like this. Nourish and worship her own body and make sure it was tended to carefully. As Elaine washed herself, shower curtain and bathroom door wide open in her suite (as she had nothing to fear, she is the wife of a beautifully malicious and powerful man, and if harm came to her, he would be sure to take vengeance on her behalf) she hums softly, eyes closed, water hitting her skin so delicately it felt as if she were a flower being watered.
Now she moved to nourish her black tresses. She only used the highest of qualities when it came to her hair. She wished for it to retain it’s usual silky feel, it’s beautiful shine and bounce. Elaine lathered her hair in shampoo and washed it out after a minute or so, and then moved to condition it. Delicately she takes the product and runs it through her hair, making sure it is untangled before it is washed out. All of this, she does while her soft siren hymn echoes off the walls of the black-tiled bathroom.
Elaine hears a soft click, indicating the suite door has been unlocked. She makes no notion to stop what she is doing. Footsteps draw closer to the bathroom until they finally stop. Elaine smiles, and turns to face her beloved (as her back was to the door) and looks him over curiously. His eyes too, seem to loom over sensitive areas and that excites Elaine.
Casimir is wearing a bloodied lab coat, and bloodied gloves to follow that covered his usual attire. There’s a darkness in his eyes that seems to speak for him, telling her that his latest experiment, his latest wicked torment of some unfortunate soul… was unavoidably a success. He looks unhinged, yet he does not at the same time as he keeps his stoic persona. Elaine purrs. She still has to ask, despite the circumstance.
“Was it a success?”
“Yes,” is his simple answer.
Casimir briefly leaves to dispose of the bloodied coat and gloves, and then returns to the bathroom. He eyes Elaine once more, and she can see that the darkness in his eyes has been replaced with something far more lustful, especially since he was trying so desperately to hold himself from biting those soft lips of his. Though, Casimir sometimes had to be pushed to act on his desires.
“It seems like there’s something you want,” Elaine muses.
“I want to fuck you,” Casimir flat out admits. “You look insanely delectable. I’d like to bend you over and make you scream.”
Elaine’s cheeks flush. A desire begins to pool deeply within her. She almost shivers in anticipation. When Casimir wants it bad, he cannot stop himself from being vulgar. She motions him over, and he comes immediately. Casimir’s clouded lust for his wife prevents him from thinking straight, so much so, he enters the shower fully clothed, shoes and all. Before Elaine even has the chance to warn him of such, his fingers interlace in Elaine’s hair and he pulls her head back, exposing her neck and making her shiver. He leans down and his teeth barely graze against her skin, but Elaine is turned on enough to grab Casimir’s ass and pull him closer to her.
He grunts, bucking his hips against her and making Elaine emit small, soft gasps before it turns to a loud, audible moan as Casimir sinks his teeth into her neck. Her hands travel to Casimir’s hair, tugging hard. The thrill of such a move causes him to groan. He presses hard against her once more, his need evident in this moment. Moving from her neck, he pulls her in for a rough, bruising kiss. Elaine moans into the kiss, wild as Casimir slides his tongue inside, flicking it against hers. The kiss was short-lived, however, as Casimir breaks it, craving more. He looks at himself comically as he realizes he’s still fully clothed, the water doing nothing to help. Elaine can’t help but let out a chortle. He looks at her and smirks.
“Oh, look what you’ve done. Getting me like this.”
His hand reached for his soaked burgundy shirt and in one motion, ripped the buttons apart, and discarded the wet garment on the floor. He switched their positions, to where Casimir was opposite the showerhead and Elaine was in front of him.
“Do the rest,” he ordered.
Elaine sank to her knees, feigning innocence as her finger lightly traced Casimir’s belt. The so-called ‘bashful’ look on her face has Casimir staring at her impatiently.
“Have you gotten shy, Elaine? I could always leave you to your own devices and finish myself, hmm?”
Elaine glared at him, but Casimir grinned.
“Or, I could have you watch as I get myself off, but disallow you from touching yourself, or me, leaving you sitting before me wet and horny?”
When the hell did Casimir learn how to speak like that?
Elaine grips his belt and undoes it quickly. She has trouble getting his wet pants down, but eventually does so with his help. He finishes discarding the rest of his clothes and shoes on the floor but Elaine does not stand. She grins, gently grasping Casimir’s cock and stroking it.
“A-Ah…”
Elaine wastes no time in placing her mouth on his cock, bobbing her head up and down. The surprise invigorates Casimir. He places his hand in her hair and tugs softly, fluctuating gasps leaving him.
“So eager… So needy…”
Who was the one who got horny first, Casi? Hmm?
Elaine takes him in full, which makes him moan her name so loud it surprised even her. She feels him tremble, and realizes that he needs this, and he wants it bad. Elaine teases him—slowly licking up his shaft before taking him back in her mouth, sucking hard. His moans increase in intensity before he suddenly stops her from doing any more.
“Not yet.”
He motions for her to stand and Elaine slowly does so. Casimir has them switch positions one more time, telling Elaine to lean against the wall. Knowing what he wants to do, Elaine lifts her right leg on the rim of the tub. Casimir sinks to his knees now and wastes no time in sticking his tongue out and licking her clit, causing Elaine’s legs to shake. Casimir wraps his arms around her, intent in keeping her in place as he eats her out.
“Casi…! Casimir!”
He chuckled, taking his index finger and tracing her orifice. Without warning, he slowly inserts that finger, and Elaine’s grip on his hair tightens.
“Fuck!”
Elaine bucks her hips as Casimir licks and fingers her at the same time. The way his tongue moved should be illegal. She grasped her breasts, groping them and teasing her nipples to give herself more pleasure. When Casimir noticed, he purred. He stopped stimulating her clit only to add another finger inside of her.
“Ah, you like that? When I do this to you? To have you wriething, for me?”
His fingers move quickly, rapidly. He has no plans of getting her off with just his fingers, but he can’t help but to enjoy Elaine’s broken pleas, the way she calls his name over and over, begging for more.
“What a wanton, little minx you are, Elaine.”
The more Casimir talked to her like that, the more Elaine just wanted him to bury his cock in her and fuck her until she couldn’t move the next day. She bucked her hips, showing her need, but Casimir chuckles.
“You want me to fuck you now, don’t you? That’s what you’re thinking… You’re so desperate for more, so tell me what you want!”
Elaine groaned in agony. Casimir had long slowered his movements and wouldn’t do anything else until Elaine begged for it. What a cocky, little shit he was sometimes.
“Fuck me already! Ruin me!”
Carefully, he removed his fingers from inside Elaine and stood. His hands grasp her sides and he lifts her up, turning carefully so that her back rested against the wall. Elaine shivered at the cold touch, but all was forgotten as she felt Casimir enter her slowly. She wrapped his arms around his neck, gasping at the feel of her husband.
“You feel so damned good, Elaine…”
“Then move and fuck me already,” she hisses impatiently.
Casimir begins to thrust and Elaine squeals when he does. Even Casimir himself grew impatient, not wanting to prelong the pleasure the both of them wish to feel. His thrusts are powerful and deep, and Elaine moans with each movement.
“More! More!” She begged.
Her pleas do not go unheard. Casimir grunts, fucking her hard and fast, just as she wants. Elaine is a moaning, hot mess at this point, looking so beautifully drunk on the pleasure she’s being given. Casimir, too, can’t handle himself. He feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge and with how much Elaine is screaming, he knows she’s close, too.
“A-Ah! C-Casi… hurry…!”
“Oh shit,” he moaned. “Elaine…!”
At last, Elaine cannot stand it. All of the pleasure bursts, and she cries out as she climaxes, moaning her husband’s name over and over like a mantra. Casimir follows not even a minute later, groaning as he came inside of her.
“D-Damn…” He muttered.
After he pulled out, he placed Elaine down, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her. The intensity of their sex definitely tired him out.
“My Elaine…”
Elaine laughed. “We have to clean up, my love.”
It did not take long, especially considering the shower was on in throughout the duration of their sex. Casimir cleaned Elaine first, and Elaine returned the favor by cleaning Casimir. At last, they were able to turn off the now-frigid water and exit the shower. Elaine’s personal time turned much more intimate than she anticipated.
Casimir wraps a towel around Elaine, and without warning, he lifts her up gently into her arms and leads them to their bed. The wet clothes could wait. All Casimir wanted to do was lie with Elaine. He placed her down gently in the bed before lying next to her. She instantly curls up next to him.
“Love you…” She muttered.
Casimir kisses her forehead.
“And I, you…”
They fall asleep together, content in each other’s arms.
So, Joker~ Mayhaps a Kaito/Dr. X sketch? Just basically a consensual scenario where Kaito has Dr. X tied up, and he's lifting his chin with a riding crop? 👀
