#Theodorus van Gogh

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Part 1

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Sweet, Little Hondje

Day 22 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Vampire | Theodorus van Gogh x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, alternate universe, omegaverse, breeding, p in v sex, alpha Theo, omega reader Prompts: Omegaverse/Breeding | “Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet.” ao3 link here.

Lightning flashes across the night sky, quickly followed by the sharp crack of thunder. Thick, angry clouds hang lowly covering the fullness of the round moon. A lone figure strides down the corridor, briefly illuminated by the elusive flash of light before he is invisible once more in the blanket of darkness.

He walks with purpose, gripped by an insatiable hunger, no amount of food or drink able to quench his undeniable appetite.

It is breeding night.

A tight ache grows in his loins. He hastens his pace, driven by the need to release his seed, a primal urge overtaking the entirety of his being. He stops only when he reaches a door. Yours.

He slips in, the opening and closing of the heavy wooden door a whisper in the velvety cover of the stormy night.

His cock twitches as you stir. He takes you in, an ethereal vision of virgin fertility.

“Master Theo?” Your voice is quiet, threaded with the heavy tendrils of sleep’s embrace. You slowly sit up, resting your back against your pillow.

You’re an innocent, delectable sight, dressed in a white nightgown with your soft hair tumbling around your shoulders. Pure. Untouched. Unravaged.

Theo gracefully moves to the side of your bed, his footsteps silenced by the luxuriously plush carpet. The bed dips where he sits. He catches a wayward lock of your hair and tucks it behind your ear.

“Hondje,” he says, “you know what day it is.”

A pregnant pause fills the air, your eyes growing wide as the implication of his words clear away the last of the sleepy fog and settles in your brain.

“I do.”

The nervous waver in your voice is hard to miss, and only serves to add to the excruciating throb of his arousal, now too large for the constraints of its clothed prison.

“You are in heat,” he simply states, his eyes glowing in the inky darkness.

A soft blush appears on your cheeks, the dusting of pink only adding to the allure of your virgin innocence.

“Y-yes, Master Theo.”

Theo doesn’t miss the way your thighs subtly press together underneath the blanket or the way your blush darkens from a soft pink to a flustered red or the way you deliciously shiver in his imposing presence. He gently cups your cheek.

“I… I am honored to be… be chosen.”

Theo caresses your soft skin with his thumb, barely restraining his animalistic need to claim you as his.

“I will try to be gentle, little one.”

You tremble, your doe-like eyes looking up at him both in fear and anticipation. “Thank you, Master Theo.”

The lovely innocence in your eyes is enticing. Theo climbs on top of you, forcefully parting your legs with his knee. He lowers his lips to yours, savoring how they flutter with inexperience, and he roughly traces the tip of his tongue along your supple lips, applying more pressure as you relax into his touch.

The friction of his knee against your cunt causes you to gasp, and Theo welcomes the opening, slipping his tongue in between your sweetly parted lips. He kneads your breast, soft and supple in his hands. He brushes his thumb against your pert nipple, and rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers, he drags his lips down to your neck.

“Hah ah… Master Theo,” you moan.

Your sensual exclamation stokes the burning fire raging inside of him, and his desire getting the best of him, he sucks on your delicate flesh leaving behind a dark, red bruise. It’s getting harder and harder for him to hold his ravenous hunger at bay.

“You know what comes next, Hondje?”

“Y–yes.”

Your voice comes out as a sweet whisper, and Theo snaps. He pushes your nightgown past your hips, groaning as the lush waft of your arousal drifts into his nose. You smell intoxicating. He’s blinded by his desire to claim you as his.

He hooks his finger into the waistband of your underwear, ripping the delicate fabric and removing it with haste. The movement startles you, and you squeak, but Theo barely notices. He’s entranced by the way your sweet pussy clenches, glistening with your delectable arousal.

Beautiful.

Theo runs his tongue along your sex, tasting you like a man starved, a single thought crossing his mind.

Breeding you is going to be divine.

Theo’s suddenly aware of how constricting his clothes feel, and with a growl, he practically rips off his clothes. He sees the way your eyes bulge when they see him spring free, taking in the sheer size of his erection leaking with his ravenous need, the sight only fueling his heated inferno.

He grabs you by the waist, digging his fingers into your soft flesh, driven by his need to fill your womb with his seed.

“This may hurt.”

“Y–yes…”

Somewhere in Theo’s muddled mind, he notes your shaky sigh, the way you’re trying so hard to be brave at what’s coming next, but he’s too far gone, the animalistic instinct to breed you overtaking the rational part of his brain. He’s aching to feel your sweet cunt around him.

Theo plunges in, burying himself to the hilt, buzzing with pleasure as you cry out. He can feel your walls stretching to accommodate him, clenching around him in a vice grip. Theo grunts. You’re spasming so tightly around his cock, it takes almost everything he has to hold onto his composure.

But your sweet cunt isn’t ready to accept his seed. Not yet.

Theo thrusts into you. Your walls are dragging along the shaft of his cock. He’s filled you so completely, his tip bumps against your soft cervix, the vibrations adding to the electric tingles spreading throughout his flushed body. You’re sucking him in, pulling him further and further into your blistering warmth.

Your eyes flutter closed, and then the most sinful moan tumbles from your lips.

Theo shudders. He can’t hold back any longer, and he’s pounding into you forcefully at a dizzying speed. You’re writhing under him, bucking your hips up to match his rhythm. Your moans are growing louder, until you’re practically screaming his name.

While Theo doesn’t object to hearing your passionate screams, he doesn’t want you to catch the ire of the other omegas living on his estate, those who have yet to be chosen by him, those he passes over in favor of you. He shoves the closest item of clothing – his briefs – into your mouth.

“Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet.”

An embarrassed blush crosses your face, but you comply, clamping your teeth down onto the fabric. Theo loses it at the sight of his soiled underwear stuffed into your pouting mouth. You look positively erotic. Your flushed face. Your disheveled hair. Your breathless moans.

He quickens his pace, slamming into you at an inhuman speed. The sound of furious squelching fills the room. Theo’s reeling, a frenetic pressure building within him, building until he bursts, and he’s spilling into you with his seed, flooding you with wave after wave of his cum. You’re convulsing around his cock, milking every last drop of his release.

Theo doesn’t move, struggling to catch his breath. Finally, he cracks his eyes open, taking in how adorable you look with your eyes glazed over and your little mouth open in a small circle. He presses his lips to your forehead.

“My good, little Hondje.”

Your eyes slide into focus as they settle on Theo. “Did I please you, Master Theo?”

Theo smirks, nipping at the dark bruise he left earlier. “Very much so, little one.” Something dark flashes through his sky blue eyes. “But, you’re not done pleasing me yet.”

He knows he won’t be until you’re so full of him, you have no choice, but to carry his child.

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All Night Long - Theodorus van Gogh x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

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)

“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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Hiya dear!

I saw your Smut is In the Air! event and I physically could not restrain myself for this.

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” with Theo and a moderate spice level! Like, a 3/5 on the spice?

I might actually (not) die on the spot from happiness from this so.

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Thank you so much for the request! I am happy to hear you were excited by this event and I do hope you enjoy it. Turned out a bit fluffy as well as spicy.

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Theodorus

Prompt: "I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips."

NSFW 18+ content below (not super explicit but very spicy)

Work of Art

I sat at the vanity in my room, getting ready for the art exhibition I would be attending with Theo. I sighed as I picked up the various makeup items Comte had purchased for me. I had asked him if he could find me something that was guaranteed to cover up anything. Of course, when I had asked him this I had had a giant hickey on the side of my neck, courtesy of my lover, Theo.

Naturally, Comte assumed that the hickey was why I wanted some kind of concealer..which with how frequently he gave them to me, it wasn’t a bad assumption really. But that wasn’t the only thing. There was the occasional pimple that popped up, but what I really wanted to hide were my freckles.

I had a small smattering of them on my face from being in the sun. Many more along my shoulders and others scattered various other places of my body. Though I knew it was somewhat silly…I couldn’t help but to be a bit self conscious about them. Depending on the beauty trends of the time and region…well they could actually be considered fashionable… or other places and times they were considered a blemish, an imperfection.

I sighed as I slathered on the makeup, careful not to get any on my dress. Thankfully I wasn’t going to be exposing my shoulders so there was no need to worry about those freckles. Just the ones on my face and the few that dotted my chest.

Once I had finished, I inspected my reflection, making sure that I had them all covered. I wanted to look my best at the exhibition tonight. I was going to be by Theo’s side after all and I wanted everyone that supported him to see he had a good partner. That meant presenting myself in the best possible way.

Once I had finished getting ready, I headed down the stairs to meet Theo. “You took a long time, Hondje.” Theo said as I descended the stairs.

I smiled at him. “It just took me a second longer to figure out my new makeup.” I answered.

Theo took my hand. “We better not be late. This is a big night for Broer and the other artists.”

“I know.” I replied.

We exited the mansion and headed out to the carriage. Once we were sitting down inside, Theo looked over at me, his blue eyes taking in my appearance. “Something seems different…” He said.

I shrugged. Though I knew. “Just a higher quality makeup…”

Theo moved in closer, his expert artistic gaze appraising me up close. “Your makeup is too thick, Hondje.”

“It’s not that much.” I replied.

Theo was then reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. “I can’t see your cute little freckles.” He said, lifting the handkerchief to my face.

I grabbed his hand to stop him. “That’s the point…and they’re not cute…”

Theo’s eyes went wide. “Hondje…why would you…why do you think that?”

I shrugged. “I just…I’ve never thought…and well, growing up the other kids made fun of me…”

Theo for all his teasing nature, listened to me with the utmost sincerity. “Hondje… not everyone has the artistic eye to appreciate true art.”

I blinked at him, surprised by his words. He could be a terrible tease…but when he was kind he was unbearably so. “Art?”

“Yes.” Theodorus replied. “Now, I need to wipe off this makeup off.”

“Why though?” I asked.

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” Theo answered. “I can’t do that if they are hidden beneath all of this makeup.”

I didn’t stop Theo’s hand as he brought the handkerchief to wipe the makeup from my face. His movements were so gentle as he did so. As soon as he cleaned off a section, he was leaning in to place kisses on the freckles he exposed. Starting with my cheeks and my nose…the ones across my forehead.

“Better already.” Theo murmured as he continued to pepper kisses over my face. His lis were soon trailing down to the side of my neck. “Can’t forget this one.”

I felt my heart pick up its pace as his breath tickled my skin.

I felt Theo’s fingertip trail to the neckline of my dress, sliding my sleeve wider and began to kiss along my shoulder. “Mustn’t forget these either. They are some of my favorites.”

I let out a gasp at the touch of his lips to my tender flesh. “Hmm….Theo…” I half moaned, half whined.

“Mmm…and I must get these too.” He said, kissing along my collarbone and moving to the other side to kiss the freckles on my other shoulder.

“Mmm…Theo…you’re not playing fair…”

“I never claimed to.” Theo replied. He was then taking my hand and lifting my arm, removing my gloves before kissing the freckles that dotted my arms in places. “I love every single one of these freckles.”

“I just…don’t understand why…” I found myself saying.

“Because they are part of you.” Theo answered. “And I love every part of you.”

I melted right on the spot, completely becoming putty in his capable hands as he held me close, his lips still touching my my freckles. “Theo…”

“I plan to make you love them as much as I do.” Theo said, moving so that he was kneeling down on the floor of the carriage in front of me. He reached for my leg, lifting my skirts and then pulling down my thigh high stockings, revealing my leg to him. “I can’t miss these either.” He leaned in, kissing a freckle that was on my ankle, finding another on my calf, two more on my knee, another on my thigh.

My legs began to tremble as electric thrills of pleasure began to flow through my body from every point Theo’s lips touched.

Theo was then going to my other leg, starting with a freckle that was on the top of my foot, another at my ankle, three on my calf, and four on my thigh. “Hmm, you’re starting to think naughty thoughts, Hondje.”

“H-how can I not?” I asked, looking down to where his head was currently between my thighs, kissing the freckles along the inner thigh. “I mean…look at where you are…” My face was beginning to flush.

Theo grinned at me. “I know that there is another freckle between your breasts that I adore.” He said. “And a few on your tummy.”

“Th-Theo…w-we will…be there soon.” I said.

Theo grinned. “There’s enough time to enjoy some things.” He said, before bringing his lips to my inner thigh once again and a moment later I felt him moving removing my panties before I felt his lips and tongue where I wanted them most.

I brought my hand to my mouth, biting my knuckles to keep my moans from getting too loud and alerting the carriage driver as to what we were doing. I just hoped I could be composed and put back together by the time we reached the exhibition.

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After pic soon xx

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I like my men mean 🤭🤭

Exam season has been HELL, I'll be more active when it's over i swear 🙏🙏

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Just finished the Theo route.

Here are my main takeaways:

I did not resist, Yaaaaaay 🐾🐶

Also his hat is dum

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10/01 Omg, the cuties

[flash-exchange]

an encounter, they guess

Characters: Sasuke (IkeSen) & Theodorus (IkeVamp)

Writers: @evil-quartett @wordycheeseblob @yarnnerdally

Rating: all ages

Warnings: none

Notes: We played Frantic Fanfic in voice chat and decided it was too much fun not to share it. Strap in for the chaos! (3 minutes mode)

A sunny day. Sasuke thought so, at least. Until his physics senses started tingling. He could feel the wormhole building, pulling him away from the friends.. and enemies he made in Sengoku Japan. When he came to, he found himself in a strange hallway, just to be jumpscared by a hat floating above his wearer. Utterly terrifying. The wearer, Theodorus van Gogh, looked at him strangely.

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"you are?" said the man. Sasuke reached for his smoke bomb, on guard, but the man didn't seem to harbour any I'll intentions, just annoyance. Sasuke's expression shifted only slightly as he took his surroundings. "I'm… Back at my time it seems"

"Your time? No not exactly" he scoffed

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Sasuke paused and took in his surroundings. Present day and any other areas of Japan were quickly ruled out. There were antiques here and there through the hallway, not to mention the handsome man in front of him. (What? Sasuke could always appreciate someone's looks.)

"Oi. Eikel. You hit your head or something?" Theo asked, highly suspicious of the man who appeared in the mansion wearing what seemed to be a costume.

"…Eikel? My name is Sasuke." Little did he know, Theo had called him an acorn.

"Hm. You're Japanese?"

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