#❤ ion/nea
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#uh oh gotta tag all the ships and characters oh boy#🎲 game of dice#❤ ionnea#♦️ nea calais#♦️ ion christine#❤ kaito/sharon#❤ sharon/elaine#❤ dr. x/kaito#❤ dr. x/elaine#♦ kaito#♦ sharon#♦ elaine#♦ dr. x#♦ edward prince#❤ anthony/lucy/kara#❤ anthony/kara#❤ gray/kara/anthony#♦ anthony#♦ gray#♦ kara#♦ lucy#role swap au#♠️ snme art
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Game of Dice - Ion/Nea (Canon/FC)
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#game of dice#game of dice fc#fanart#artists on tumblr#fan character#ion christine#nea calais#i always end up drawing ion's head too big because of his damn bedhead hair :')#i had to draw them actually kissing eventually (i mean i do in my doodle notebook but i've never done it digitally)#drawing kissing is hard why do i try :')#i stare joycity in the eyes while drawing and uploading this 'cause i know they look at my blog since they know my url#ionnea#canon x oc#canon/oc
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I belong to my phantom, and my phantom is mine.
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.
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bunny girls - Nea and Elaine
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#🎲 game of dice#♦️ nea calais#♦️ elaine#♠️ snme art#ion don't act like you wouldn't be the same towards nea#❤ ionnea#❤ dr. x/elaine#♦️ ion christine#♦️ dr. x
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suits
#🎲 game of dice#❤ ionnea#❤ dr. x/elaine#♠️ snme art#what happens next is your imagination#nea sighs in that one part cause she basically be like ''ugh... dr. x...''#but of course the moment she sees Ion; he is all she sees and she goes *blur eyes emoji*
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not pictured: Nea pinning Ion to the ground after seeing him dressed like this
it’s this outfit btw
#🎲 game of dice#♦️ ion christine#❤ ionnea#♠️ snme art#ion: [wears something other than a jacket and doesn't cover himself up]#nea: [horny]
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matching outfits
#ion every time he gets to see nea: [crying] she's so fucking beautiful...#btw ion and nea look like that cause that's their older selves#...i say older but it's like. 2 or so years from the current point in time#also the only reason ion and dr. x aren't trying to kill each other is cause of nea and elaine there obviously#🎲 game of dice#❤ ionnea#❤ dr. x/elaine#♠️ snme art
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they dressed up
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#🎲 game of dice#♦️ nea calais#♦️ elaine#♦️ ion christine#♦️ dr. x#❤ ionnea#❤ dr. x/elaine#dr. x stop thinking such dirty things#♠️ snme art
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blindfolded
#man i r e a l l y enjoy drawing villain!ion/nea for this blog#🎲 game of dice#❤ ionnea#♠️ snme art#role swap au
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owo
#and thus ion let nea wear his shirt pretty much always#especially if she wore it like that#🎲 game of dice#❤ ionnea#♠️ snme art
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why am i allowed to draw things again?
also i couldn’t be bothered to draw hats ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#this came to me after i saw something on a fire emblem heroes edits blog#hey something other than ion/nea or kaito/sharon for once#this is like. the 2nd time i've drawn Gray. ever.#🎲 game of dice#❤ anthony/gray#♠️ snme art
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brain: draw Nea in the virgin killer sweater
me: w-why...?
brain: do it
#oh hey there i go making the ahoge express emotions again#of course Nea would only wear these kinds of things to mess with Ion#come on Nea go easy on him - he's not used to this#the only reason i didn't draw the back of the sweater is cause backs are hard to draw#may do it later tho#🎲 game of dice#♠️ snme art#❤ ionnea
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Villain!Ion/Nea ramblings. _(:З」∠)_
The two of them have been together for over a year (they're engaged), they know what the other likes and dislikes when they're intimate.
Nea is Ion's first and only that he has ever had sex with. It makes her happy (and she revels in) that she's the only one who can and who has ever been intimate with him. And Ion wouldn't want it any other way; he only wants her.
Nea is a constant tease, always pulling away when he's close. She loves edging him when he's so close to release.
Ion in return is very slow and gentle, despite being so dominant of her. He knows it annoys her when he's slow and gentle; his small bit of payback for how much she teases him.
Since Ion wears small flat round black earrings, his earlobes are a bit sensitive. Nea likes to pull slightly at them and nip at his ears. It’s one of the few ways to get him to break his usually stoic nature and get him flustered.
They love marking each other. Ion always marks her where she can easily hide it, like on her chest, legs, and back. Meanwhile, Nea likes marking him on his neck or most visible places. It annoys him that she does that ‘cause he always has to cover it but he can’t bring himself to stop her from marking those visible spots.
Ion loves eating Nea out. He loves seeing her squirm and having her legs wrapped around his head. He’s really good with his tongue.
When in the right mood, Ion is a dirty talker. Nea is usually the one that talks dirty, but when it's Ion, she's so entranced and enamored with what he says that she can barely say anything comprehensible.
#i'll write one for og ion/nea as well - later tho lol#i'm just having fun with imagining a more bold and dominate ion here#since that's how villain!ion is aha#''joker what is that emoticon'' one of the best#this isn't all i want to say for them lol#i just think this is a good amount so far aha#♠️ snme.txt#❤ ionnea
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Nea slowly trailed her gloved fingertips up Ion's neck. His breath hitched in his throat.
“N-Nea...” He breathed out. “I don’t have time for this...”
She pouted. “Are you suuuuure you can't make time for even me?” She leaned in closer, as Ion pressed himself into his chair. The tips of their noses were barely touching. She closed her eye and grinned.
“Well... I...” He leaned forward, eyes half lidded.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Nea quickly pulled away and stood back, nearly causing Ion to fall out of his seat. “Well!~ I can’t keep distracting the ‘savior of the world’ now can I?~”
“Damn it, Nea...” He mumbled under his breath. He bolted out of his chair, grabbed one of her wrists, and pinned her to the wall. “You know I hate when you tease me and fake me out like that.”
Nea chuckled and grinned. “But I love seeing you react like this~”
Ion sighed. He cupped his hand underneath her chin and lifted her chin up slightly to look him in the eyes. “You just... Really love getting me to do something to you...”
She smirked. “Well~ Are you going to do something?”
“Hmm...” He slightly cocked his head to the side. “Maybe...” He leaned down and pressed his lips against her’s. She smiled against his lips. He pulled back, breaking the kiss. “I can think of a few things I can do..."
Nea expressed a closed eye smile. “Then why don’t you do it?~”
“...alright then.” He let go of Nea’s wrist and placed his hands under her legs, lifting them to wrap around his waist. He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head. He placed his head into the crook of her neck, his lips barely brushing against her skin. “I needed to relieve some stress anyway...”
“Mmm...” Nea mewled at the sensation of his breath and him speaking against her neck.
Ion pressed his lips against her neck and lightly sucked at it, drawing out a small moan from Nea.
“Also, Nea...?”
“Hm...?”
“I like when you distract me from my work.”
“Hah...” She let out a quick chuckle under her breath. “I do like distracting you~”
#just a quick drabble#cause i had to write at least something villain!ion/nea related 👀#even if it's short lol#i always put my finished writings under a read more btw#🎲 game of dice#role swap au#♠️ joker writes#♠️ snme.txt#❤ ionnea
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gee Ion! how come you get a pair of twins to love you? 👀
#the colors of this looked better on my phone :')#disclaimer: ion/nea is the only canon ship here - teva may be gay but ion isn't teva's type#teva would say that ion is ''too cute'' for his type#''too cute'' is nea's type lol#but ion and the twins is fun to draw and write lol#it doesn't look like it here but ion and teva are the same height (5'10''/178 cm)#''did you just reference a meme'' maybe#i use the eyes emoji too much and yet not enough lol#🎲 game of dice#❤ nea/ion/teva#♠️ snme art
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Joker? drawing a Game of Dice ship other than Ion/Nea?? it's more likely than you think
anyway here's Kaito/Sharon ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)و ✧
#i just draw so much ion/nea cause well- i know how to draw them without references lol#i just draw ion a lot (obviously) and nea is my own character aha#i still need to look at a reference when drawing some other GoD characters#🎲 game of dice#❤ kaito/sharon#♠️ snme art
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