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#ikemen vampire theodorus van gogh
xxsycamore · 2 months
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Okay last one I swear, can you do
🍰 with Theo (ikevamp)? Maybe have him come to the kitchen when he notices MC wasn’t in bed with him in the middle of the night. But have him pass by the kitchen and make eye contact with them and they end up feeding each other the sweets MC made?
Ty
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Wow I love your idea!! 🥺🥺 Thank you!!
[🍰] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗…
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THEODORUS:
Stirring awake in the middle of the night only to find your side of the bed empty is something Theo can tolerate for a maximum of ten minutes. It''s not the rational part of his brain speaking here - he's far too sleepy for that - it's this simple feeling of missing you that prevents him from falling into the embrace of sleep again.
Groaning, he throws back the covers and after a few false attempts to find his slippers in the dark, he forgoes them, telling himself that the trip downstairs would be short anyway. You're probably taking a breather on the mansion's large balcony, it's not the first time it has happened - and as he makes his way through the hallway he hopes it wasn't a nightmare that caused this.
Lost in the thought of you, Theo almost misses the faint light coming from a room none other than the kitchen. He stops by the doorway; eyes locking in the faintly contoured figure by the candlelight. You look back at him with a cookie in your mouth.
. . .
You silently hold up another cookie at him, inviting him. Theo sighs and rubs his temples. To your surprise, not only does he not go straight upstairs to bed again, he also approaches you and leans down to catch the cookie with his mouth.
The inviting aroma might have tempted him, but you surely didn't expect him to eat out of your hand like that! At least while you're keeping him well fed with your delicious baking he can't say anything about your midnight sweets urges... surely he's not any better.
"If you're feeding me by hand, are you telling me you want to be fed as well? Open up, Hondje."
Shyly complying, you let him guide the cookie to your mouth... and something tells you you're going to be for awhile here, at least until the other few cookies from the batch are gone. You wonder if that's his way of preventing you from serving those the next morning after breakfast to anyone who's not him...
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H-how many collars do y'all want me to wear anyway?? 😳😳😳
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amenomiko · 2 years
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Theo: I can't help my broer..! I'm a useless brother in this world!
Arthur: Theo.. You shouldn't say that.. You aren't useless at all!
Theo: *Touched* ...Arthur..
Arthur: Your nipples are more useless than you! So have faith (°д°)✨✨✨✨!
Theo:
Arthur: Trust me (°д°)✨✨✨✨!
Theo:
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arthurs-puppygirl · 18 days
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Ayyyye, they should be homies
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chevlvrs · 5 days
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MC: The floor is lava!
Vincent: *helps MC onto the counter*
Theo: *kicks Arthur off the sofa*
Arthur: *lays on the floor*
MC: ...Are you okay?
Arthur: No.
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01/01 Happy New Year, everyone! I wish you guys all the best in the upcoming year! Let's make 2024 a good one!
Friendly reminder that Arthur is "very fond" of high fives (ain't he so cute)
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chuuyastinysock · 1 year
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Ikesen Barbie Posters~
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Ikevamp Barbie posters~
Part 1
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ikevamp-twitter · 11 months
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asamioneechan · 4 days
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How can you be so sexy 🔥🥵
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xxsycamore · 1 year
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𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
↬ But if he gets turned on by your obedience, you get turned on by the consequences of anything but.
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Theodorus van Gogh x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Shoe Licking; Pet Play; Light Degradation; Dirty Talk; Master/Pet; Swearing; Light Masochism; Collars; Leashes; Rough Sex; Vaginal Penetration; Doggy Style; Squirting; Multiple Orgasms; PWP; Light dom/sub; Praise Kink • wordcount: 1, 180 • masterlist
a/n: @yanderepuck made me bark with her fic, and I was convinced by @candied-boys to write this. I forgot it was Theo's birthday, so hooray for happy accidents...and happy birthday to Theo ❤ I should write soft smut with him too some time, but...
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"Lick."
You glare up at your Master behind your lashes, the tip of his shoe mere millimeters away and briefly grazing your lower lip. Theo looks stunning like that - control reeking from his form like his preferred choice of cologne, he occupies the armchair like a throne, legs crossed and chin propped up on an arm. Throwing a fit would make you a bad hondje, and you certainly wouldn't want that now…
"Hah. You got to it right away. I trained you well, my pet."
Wasn't it for the light note of entertainment in his tone, his posture would speak of boredom - but you know better than that. You know how to fascinate him, as well as how to set his blood boiling.
But he was so nice to you today. He even got you off the leash.
The leather on his shoe surprisingly doesn't taste bad on your tongue, it hardly tastes like anything at all. With how fucked-out and drunk on Theodorus you are, your brain is willing to come up with the slightest of tangs to associate with him: you want all of him, on your tongue, on your skin, everywhere you can sense him.
Too concentrated on your task of dragging your tongue on his shoes until they're all shiny and nice you could almost see your reflection in them, you barely miss the way he palms his bulge. Ah. His perversion knows no limits, humiliating you like that.
But if he gets turned on by your obedience, you get turned on by the consequences of anything but.
So while rubbing your cheek affectionately on his pointy shoe, you open your mouth to take it in… and chew.
It takes him a second or two to believe your stupidity before something so very rude and Dutch leaves his mouth. It's like music to your ears.
"You truly ARE a fucking knabbeltje, aren't you?"
Your chewtoy is taken away from you too soon as Theodorus uncrosses his legs, getting to his feet and thus coming to completely tower over your kneeling form. He's a tall man, and you're oh so close to the ground where your place is. It's so unfair.
His hands are so rough when he secures the leash back on your collar, and you fantasize about a miniature scar on the place where he clicks it on place in one haste movement. As if he didn't give you enough of those sweet reminders already.
He means to be punishing when he pulls the leash thus dragging you to where he wants you, but it's hard when you're already crawling there on your own. You climb the bed, half-expecting to hear that pets are not allowed on there - but the urgency in his body language tells you he'd rather take care of this in fastest and most convenient way - for him, that's it.
"I thought I disciplined you better. I taught you so many tricks, Hondje. Yet you still disappoint me."
"I'm sorr-AH!"
A sudden strike across your naked rear knocks the oxygen out of you momentarily, and your forehead meets the bedcovers as you struggle to keep your posture on all fours.
"Dogs don't talk. You'll have to show me that you're sorry."
You consider turning around and servicing his cock with your mouth - but such frivolity would only further disappoint him - if he put you in that position, then he wants you in that position.
Arching your back, you try to push back against Theo's frame, showing him how eager you are to take him inside. Your core is weeping for him at this point, staining his trousers as you hump against his legs.
The bed dips under the weight of his knee and the metallic clank of a belt buckle coming undone comes to your ears. Anticipating the contact, your pussy tightens and overflows with lubrication, legs parting further unintentionally.
Theo clicks his tongue and fixes your posture, his right hand remaining on your waist as the other is most probably occupied by his cock where you can't see it. Your suspicions are soon met with the affirming reality of something hard and blunt poking at your entrance. As if to rile you up, he only shallowly enters you and leaves you empty again. Only once satisfied with your whines, he pushes in all the way, and groans in satisfaction.
He sets a fast pace, with his thrusts reaching so deep inside you it feels like he's in your guts. You want him in your guts. You want to be praised for taking him so well.
"You like it like that, huh? You'll end up spraying all over my cock again."
It's like his words activate a switch in your brain that makes your body obey, because you swear you could handle him hitting your spot for longer than that. Theo must've felt the pressure build up and peak, because he pulls out at the right moment to witness his dirty prediction come true.
You feel yourself squirt and drench the man behind you, as well as the sheets. You know how bad Theo has it for you perfuming that "trick", so you don't even mind when he buries himself in your pussy right away, continuing his assault on your sensitive spots.
That's the thing, though - when he's settled on punishing you, he'd fuck you rough - but when he fucks you rough, he gets off on it.
Trying to picture it from the side, you wonder if you're the only one resembling an animal in this scenario, with Theo's groans increasing in frequency, and with his brutal pace. You love turning him into that - and even more you love it when your pussy is so good for him he can't help but curse his quickly building orgasm.
"Enjoy it while it lasts, Hondje. Once I'm done fucking your cunt I'll be making use of you in other ways, seeing that you can't help cumming around my cock even if I tell you not to."
You wish he didn’t choose to say this while you're right at the brink of yet another orgasm, but maybe he timed it on purpose. Dropping your head between your arms and sticking your ass up, you melt and moan in yet another culmination, calling out your Master's name and hoping it won't count for "talking".
Theo's trusts grow sharp and uneven, breaths coming out heavy and warning of what is to come. You expect him to still completely, tip flush against your deepest depths, but instead he pulls out in the last second, and spills on your used pussy.
The milky white torrents of cum slide down the inside of your tights, some dripping down on the bed; you whine, collapsing and moaning at the softness of the bed finally handling your weight without any of your muscles put to work - but the satisfaction is only physical as you really hoped he'd finish in you.
"You don't get a treat. You can lick it off the bedding if you wish to behave like a dog so much."
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olivermorningstar · 1 month
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Entry for the flash exchange! I went with the prompt Hot Chocolate! :>
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violettduchess · 1 year
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Night in the Mansion- Vamp Headcanons🌙
A/N: This is not a request. Just an idea I had in the middle of the night 🌝 Sometimes you have to write for yourself.
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The Grandfather clock at the end of the halls chimes three times, its heavy bronze pendulum gleaming in the moonlight that streams in from the tall, arched windows. Deep within the warmth of your blanket, you stir, heavy eyelids lifting with effort as you wake…
Leonardo:
….with his strong arms around you, his long body curled around yours from behind. One leg also lazily thrown over yours, but you don’t mind the weight. It feels good. You feel warm and safe and protected. He smells faintly of cigarillo smoke and paper and he's snoring. Not loudly, just a lightly voiced breathing sound that brings a small smile to your lips. Who ever would have thought you’d find that endearing? Love makes the smallest things special. You snuggle down within the cradle of his arms and close your eyes again, allowing sleep to reclaim you.
Mozart:
…and blink as you allow your eyes to adjust to the dim, silvery lighting of Mozart’s bedroom. He is not in bed. Rubbing your eyes, you slide out from under the warm covers and into the pale lavender velvet dressing gown he gave you for your birthday. Matching slippers protect your feet from the night’s chill as you light your chamberstick and make your way out of the bedroom, through the rich, shadowy halls until you reach the music room. He is there, at the piano, pencil in hand as he leans across the keys, scratching notes onto paper at a speed which boggles the mind. It is only when you say his name that the pencil stops and his violet gaze turns to you. It takes a moment before the fog of creation lifts and he recognizes you there. Now the yawn he has been stifling escapes. You walk over, sitting down onto the piano bench next to him, your hand coming to rest against the small of his back. Just a few more minutes he promises. You nod and he graces you with that soft smile that is only yours. A gentle kiss to your temple, a caress of your cheek and then he belongs to the music once again.
Theo:
…to feel a heavy arm thrown across your bare back, a leg draped over yours, casually possessive. You smile to yourself as you shift, memories of how the night began dancing provocatively through your mind. As you move, he stirs as well, rolling onto his side. His beautiful summer eyes never open, but his arms reach for you, pulling you against him, skin on skin. He mumbles something, asking in a voice rough with sleep if you’re ok. Your arms are tucked against his bare chest, your head using his arm as a pillow. If he would open his eyes, he’d see the sleepy, soft light of affection and love in your gaze. You tilt your head up and press a kiss to his chin, whispering that you’re fine and to go back to sleep. He huffs out a grunt in answer, but pulls you even closer with his one free arm. 
Napoleon:
…and yawn, still half in dreamland. Napoleon’s room is blanketed in shadow and his luxurious covers are heavy and warm. You move your leg, finding a cool spot under the blanket and adjust your pillow. You reach out with your hand in the dark, sliding it across the sheets until you find his. His hand is upturned, lax with sleep. You slide your hand into his and reflexively, he responds, lacing his fingers through yours. If you don’t fall asleep in his arms, you fall asleep holding hands. Always. Connected once again to the man you love, you drift off back to sleep.
Comte:
….your head pillowed on Comte’s shoulder, your arm resting across his lean abdomen. You fit against him, smooth and precise as the stones in Ashlar masonry. You lift your arm, rubbing your eyes as you slowly come out of dreaming. He breathes in deeply and then his eyes, burnished gold in the pale light, open. He glances down at you and you feel a stab of guilt at waking him. As if reading your mind, he smooths back your hair and asks if you’re alright. His voice is the gentle breeze that stirs the sleeping leaves, soft and reassuring. You nod, lifting your upper body away from him for a moment, stealing a kiss in the middle of the night. No one has ever welcomed a thief more than Le Comte. He smiles as you settle back down against him, adjusting you until you are both comfortable. You fall back asleep to the rhythm of his hand stroking your hair.
Arthur:
…to find Arthur, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sleepily you push yourself up, shaking the last wisps of sleep out of your mind. In the pale moonlight, he looks almost like a statue, his pale skin white as marble, the lines of muscles and sinew echoing Michelangelo's David. You ask him why he’s awake, if everything is ok. He quickly reassures you that he is fine. And then, looking almost sheepish, goes on to explain that he woke an hour or so ago with an idea for a story. He’s been composing it in his mind ever since. Affection and admiration bloom in equal measure within the chambers of your heart. The mind of a writer when inspiration strikes is always a wonder to you. Leaning over, you place a kiss on his cheek, the other hand cupping the side of his face. Would he like to get up, make some notes? He catches your hand, turns to place a sweet kiss in your palm. And then a lingering kiss to your wrist. And then heated kisses down your forearm. And then you’re being pressed back down into the pillows, kisses suddenly raining down so quickly you can’t keep track. What about the story, you ask as the storm of kisses and caresses pours over you. That luv, can wait until morning.
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arthurs-puppygirl · 2 months
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aquagirl1978 · 6 months
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All Night Long - Theodorus van Gogh x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)
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A/N: Part of Visions of Temptation 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore
Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x Reader
Prompt: Day 20 - Oral Sex
Word Count: 861
Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; oral sex (reader receiving); piv; doggystyle; praise kink; hair pulling; begging; rough sex; breeding kink; overstimulation; creampie; mention of pregnancy; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used, called "good girl", pregnancy mentioned)
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“Ah….Theo….”
Your fingers gripped the bedsheets as Theo gazed at you with a mischievous smile. 
“You like that, hondje?” he asked, his hand hidden under your skirt, his fingers pumping deep inside you. He watched as you writhed under his ministrations, enjoying your struggle. “I could make you feel even better,” he added as he withdrew his fingers.
You wanted to grab him. Claw at him. And beg him not to stop.
But you didn’t. Because you knew he was right. He would make you feel so much better. 
So you laid there, like a good girl, and waited for him.
“That’s my good hondje,” he whispered as he lifted your skirt, your thighs parting and falling to either side. 
He placed his hands on the insides of your thighs, his thumb slowly stroking your sensitive skin as he spread your legs further, your core fully exposed to him. 
His blue eyes twinkled like the stars up in the sky as he smirked at you, the last you saw of his face before he dipped his head down to your core. 
You screamed out his name as he ran the tip of his tongue up along your entrance. His tongue  teased your clit, circling your sensitive nerves before covering it with his warm mouth, sucking gently. 
Wrapping a hand in his hair, you pulled him closer, not wanting him to move until you reached your peak, not wanting this pleasure to end. 
He slipped a finger inside your core, curling, coaxing your climax that he knew was so near. 
Removing his mouth from your clit, he blew gently on your skin, your body shivering before he tormented you with his tongue again.
Stars danced behind your lids as every nerve in your body felt electrified. Your toes curled and your back arched  as you cried out his name in pleasure. 
Pressing soft kisses on your thighs, Theo gave you a small moment to recover. Sitting up on his heels, he tugged on your skirt, sliding it off your weak as jelly legs. After discarding it to the side, he began to unbuckle his belt.
"This isn't over," he whispered, his voice deep and husky as he rolled you over onto your stomach. 
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“How many times?” Theo grunted, his cock still hard, buried deep inside your core.
“Two…no three,” you moaned deliriously, drunk on his cock.
“That's not enough.” He continued to thrust deeper inside you, gripping your hips harder as he slammed his hips against yours.
“Gentle or rough?” he asked while withdrawing his cock just enough so that only the tip remained inside you.
Reduced to moaning, you couldn't answer. You simply were unable to. All you knew was that you wanted his cock back inside you.
“Gentle, then?” He pushed his cock inside you slowly. Painfully slow.
“No…ahh…!!!” you cried out when he pulled out and slammed back inside.
He leaned over your chest, his lips near your ear. “I like it rough, too,” he whispered, his hot breath licking your skin. 
He pulled out and rolled your body over, his hand pushing your head down against the soft pillow underneath. 
“Still so tight,” he said as he pushed his cock inside you. Your back arched, you cried out as he impaled you with his cock in one swift stroke.
He dug his fingers into your hips, his thrusts hard and rough. “I love watching your pussy swallow my cock.” His dirty words were enough to send you spiraling as your body trembled against his, your fourth orgasm ripping through you like wildfire through a forest.
“Good girl,” he praised, running his palm down your spine. “I love when you cum on my cock…” 
“But we're not done yet.”
Breathless and boneless, Theo easily flipped you on your back. Guiding your ankles over his shoulders, you smiled weakly knowing what was coming.
"Time to be bred. " 
He fucked you harder, his hips slamming against you at a furious pace. “I can't wait to see your pretty face when I fill you with my seed,” he grunted, his cock kissing your womb.
“You like that, don't you. Being bred,” he added while tugging on your hair, his breath ragged. “Even after I breed you, I'll still fill you up every night.” 
“Be a good girl now, and take it all. Take everything. Don't waste even a drop.” His entire body trembled as he spilled inside you, his hot seed filling your womb. You came undone, once again, while squeezing him of every last drop. 
When he pulled out, he raised your hips to minimize the dripping from between your thighs. He grabbed something from the nightstand, and inserted a plug between your legs, allowing your body to rest comfortably without wasting any of his seed. 
He gathered you in his arms, your eyes lidded, your breathing slowly returning to normal. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head, his whispered words soft and gentle. 
“I meant what I said earlier, I'll breed you every day. Even after you are with my child, your belly large and swollen, I will continue to breed you, each and every night.”
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chevlvrs · 21 days
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Gave napoleon ptsd 😭
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