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ikesengoficss · 8 months

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life was so much better when i dated otome men instead of real men :/

#otome game

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ikesengoficss · 1 year

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what if i just came back?

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ikesengoficss · 4 years

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ikemen sengoku: set 2 ♡

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ikesengoficss · 4 years

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ikemen sengoku: set 1 ♡

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ikesengoficss · 4 years

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Faust..... that's it that's the post.

Enjoy and share my thirst for the Mad False Prophet.

Don't know all of the card sources.

1, 2, 3. Birthday Illustration, Immoral Love, Act 2 Visual.

4, 5, 6. Act 2 Gacha, Sprite, 1st Birthday CG.

7, 8, 9. Red String of Fate, 1st Birthday, New Year's.

10. The STAGE.

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ikesengoficss · 4 years

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NSFW headcanons for Theo?

Lmao, I totally walked into this one when I said I would write for Theo finally if I got in another request for him. I hear you, anon and my thirsty self.

I hope you enjoy these!

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Theodorus Van Gogh

You know how he likes to be feel the one on top. But have you ever tried defying orders, hondje? Do it. Because nothing gets him harder than the sound, the feel, the taste of your defiance.

“Move.” He’s breathing the order through clenched teeth as your mouth bobs above his cock in steady undulating motions.

You do not comply immediately, and the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of that mouth of yours has the tension winding tight, tighter, until Theo feels he could suffocate under the sheer weight of his own desires. What you do to him.

The fingers of one hand are threading through the free strands of your hair, pulling without true enthusiasm in an effort to tug you off his cock. He’s amused when your eyes meet his in a defiant stare, lips curling into a smile as much as they can with him in between.

Bound hands reach for his balls, fondling, squeezing. Your sucks tighter around his length, much harsher, it wipes the smugness off his own face, long enough for his pleasure to release itself on a sharp in-drawing of air, but not for long. Breathless laughter leaves him at the sight of you, so determined to have him come in your mouth.

“Hah. You really like sucking on that thing, don’t you? Go on then. Show me how good you are.” He’s tugging at your hair again, until you meet his eyes; frosted sapphire glittering dangerously above a sharp edged simper. “But you better make it worth my while, hondje, disobeying me as you just did.”

Theodorus Van Gogh: lover of the sweetest diabetes-inducing desserts your release perhaps tops that list.

Your body thrusts itself against his hand, invasive, unrelenting, hard on you yet always so gentle . Settled on his lap, he watches the wanton gyrations of your body as you fuck yourself against his fingers, before coming onto him with a loud cry.

Your body collapsing against his chest in quivering gasps, Theo parts your hair away from your face so you can watch him as he pulls out of you, your aching pussy uselessly trying to clench around his digits to keep him within but failing miserably.

A deliciously dark chuckle leaves the confines of his chest, deep, resonating as you lie there against him. “Just look at this mess, hondje. You really want it bad, don’t you?” His pointed tongue sweeps out a path across his dripping fingers, his knuckles soaked through, the sheer number of times he made you come through touch alone having rendered you useless and quivering.

Your wetness replaced by his own slick, his hand is making its way back to the space in between your legs before you whimper. “Theo, please, I want you…”

A short bark of laughter. “Surely you can beg better than that.” The words leave him on a lazy drawl before he’s pushing his fingers back into you for another torturing round of finger fucking.

He can be here all day, liefje, just making you come around his fingers, on his mouth, till he’s sated. And he’s not fulfilled that easy.

This one’s obvious enough but Bondage

Theo loves the feeling of you vulnerable beneath him. When you’re wrapped up nice, like his own personal present, your dress a flared mess around your bare legs, caramel satin unfurling around you like a flower’s petals wherever his hands reach to expose a new piece of you.

Your blush, whole and arousing against your cheeks, your neck, reaching down towards your breasts, Theo is almost jealous of how well it fares against your skin. He’s dipping his head to smear his own slick on broad laps of his tongue against the red, enjoying the feeling of you straining helplessly beneath him. Theo’s dress pants are heavy, too constraining against the arousal that wants to drive into you in maddening, senseless strikes till you’re a gasping, shuddering heap of pleasured moans underneath him.

And when you call for him –

Theo

Like you would die if you do not feel him in you right this instant –

“Verdomme, lekker ding,” he’s growling out on harsh whispers. Lips pulling apart on a ferocious snarl to expose wicked canines, he’s reaching out to yank at the chain of your collar, propelling you towards him, crushing your mouths together in a vicious kiss. It’s like he has lost all his inhibitions, unhinged like a true beast as his fingers claw at your hips, shoving you down onto his throbbing cock. A scream has barely ripped free of your throat before he’s turning your world over on its axis again, pressing your face deeper into the sheets as he savagely works against your backside in rapid, frenzied thrusts, harsh slaps of skin against skin the only sound loud enough to rival your groans of ecstasy.

Weakness: Ears.

The lightest of contacts, even just the tip of your tongue grazing against the softness of his ear lobe has him turning away from you on subdued shudders, his cock twitching in his pants at the cool wetness you leave behind on him. Sucking his earring into your mouth is worse because then Theo’s fingers are positively digging into your hips as you rock yourself against his clothed arousal.

“Knabbeltje ,what are you –” Your tongue coiling into his ear, the moisture cooling behind’s doing nothing to temper the heat. You don’t understand how hard he wants to fuck you right this instant, your drunk self a perpetual state of torture and divine test for his self-control.

He hardly wants to push you off of him but if you don’t get your act together sometime soon, hondje, he’s going to have to lock you up in your own room while he strides off to find a bathroom for himself.

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ikesengoficss · 4 years

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I’m honestly all for the bromance between Masamune’s and Mitsuhide — gimme gimme more.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen #mitsuhide akechi #masamune date #mitsuhide route #mitsuhide route spoilers

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ikesengoficss · 4 years

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#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen #mitsuhide akechi #mitsuhide route #mitsuhide route spoilers

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ikesengoficss · 4 years

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Heyo! Just wanted to say I love your writing! You have so fun topics 😍🥰😍 can’t wait for the virgin mc one to be released and others too!!! Love love love tour writing!

Ahh thank you thank you!! That means so much to me!!!! I will definitely work to have that one out very soon, I have a lot of fun requests I can’t wait to bring to life💗

#ask #asks

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ikesengoficss · 4 years

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Faust: *exsists for literally 0.00001 seconds* The entire fandom: NUT!!