#w sven

[blazingxwolves]

starter for @werepackers (Burcu)

Sven was a dangerous man, he was cunning, smart and manipulative and he was always someone who often got what he wanted. Maxwell often had moments where he was kind and he did plan things out to show others how kind he was. He could make you feel safe majority of the time but that's because he wanted something for them and most times he did things he did because he was bored. Sven had been bored when he caught sight on the handsome male and he decided to get to know them and get to them. Since he arrived he had been planning, studying and learning about them and placing his plans in action. He had hired a few people to attack him and set it all up.

Sven was running, blowing off some steam as he waited for the moment the other would leave, when the time reached he went to the spot to see the people brothering Burcu, he had made sure that they would not hurt the male badly. He came to their rescue, "scaring the other off" before slowly helping them to their feet. Covered in sweat, his scent so strong and powerful. "Here, careful hopefully you are not hurt too badly," he spoke his voice strong and powerful and kind and charming as he helped the other and took off his hoodie and placed them over him. "How about I walk you home. Make sure you are safe."

[blazingxwolves]

"Well, I don't have plans for the rest of tonight or tomorrow. How about we get some rest and then have another round handsome. When am done you will be full with my seed," he spoke in a seductive and sweet voice as he held the male and kissed softly. Just enjoying the moment. Sven did not mind if they fell asleep and right now he liked this.

He moaned softly and hummed pleased and with pleasure as Sven's caressed and explored his body. He was feeling those soft pants and their zipper against his body and it just felt perfect and good and he was turned on by it. He whined in protest as he felt himself getting hard again after a couple of minutes. "No, you are the perfect and handsome one," he says caressing his shoulders and bringing him in for another kiss.

[joznii]

late to the party with this meme

but uhh svens fake letter is some diabolical villainous behavior like brother PLEASE think of the consequences of your actions

[coolguyontheblock]

both girlfailures in their own way

[cinematograverse]

[androidcharles]

Well after A BILLION YEARS (and a day late) I managed to finally finish the Valentine's wishlist requests that I accumulated in my inbox. As I stated, I ended up canceling it do to not only lack of participation, but lack of interest as it seems 😔. So w/o further ado, here's the pictures I managed to cobble together. LMK if you want a watermarkless version so I can DM them to you.

for @itz-candikin, who requested her version of Reg and Right cuddling Lexi after a long day!

For @flamingredanon, who requested SirRave or any one of their fave ships

for @yours-the-author, who requested something with either Curtisson (pictured here), PanPrice, Stickvin, Copperright, or Polythreat.

And finally, for @jaytoons7, who requested either their main Toppat OC trio or just their Triple Threat!

Again, I'm sorry it had to come to this, once again, I blame the timing, my depressive state (which is unfortunately why these are a day late -_-) and of course, the mountain of rules I included in the initial post. I'll do better next time.

[blazingxwolves]

starter for @werepackers

Sven and Dirk had been playing this came for years now. He had decided tonight was the night that he was going to end this game. Sven was someone who would get involved with almost anyone, he did not care of they were in a relationship or not, or even if they were an omega or alpha. He had met Dirk, another alpha strong and big which was just his type. To be fair mainly his type was anyone who was handsome and he thought the male was perfect. Sven had been toying, teasing them all night even at the bar before taking him home. He could see how tuff Dirk acted, like an alpha and that made him smile and more interested.

The night was just young and Sven's fun was just starting. It was the two of them, no one could hear their moans and screams. Sven was strong and powerful, thanks to being a werebear as he held the other who was naked. Their perfect pecs, abs and cock exposed as he stood behind them shirtless, holding them tight. Dirk cock was rock hard and leaking after hours of teasing and edging refusing to give the male what they want. "I told you were nothing but my prey," he spoke his deep and powerful voice filling the room. "Are you really an alpha or just an omega well, I see you as one. If you beg, I might give you what you want. So tell me, what does the little omega want?"

[xenon-demon]

I... have no idea what this is. No that's a lie I know exactly what this is, it's 2.6k of a Frozen AU with Steve as Elsa and Robin as Anna that I wrote in a fugue state after seeing a friend's production of Frozen: The Musical tonight. I have several WIPs I'm supposed to be working on and this is exactly none of them. Bone apple teeth. (Also I'm genuinely unsure if my usual crew of beloved enablers would even WANT to be tagged in this so... for now I'm not doing a taglist, and if I write any more of this AU I'll do one next time 😂)

“Steve!”

At the sound of his name, the Prince — now King, and boy is Robin going to take a while to get used to that — turns his head towards her. Seeing it's Robin, Steve gives his apologies to whatever noble he was talking to and steps away from their conversation. He makes his way over to Robin in just a few short strides, but his eyes flick back and forth between Robin and her new... well. She doesn't really want to think about what Eddie now is to her. In any case, she can already see a questioning frown start to brew on Steve's face, meaning this will be a much harder sell than she expected.

“Robin!” Steve exclaims, his gaze almost immediately sliding over to Eddie and giving him a once-over. He sounds markedly more subdued when he continues, “I see you've... made a friend.”

“Well, I wouldn't say a friend exactly!” Robin laughs, shrill and stilted, and gives Eddie's arm a pointed squeeze when he doesn't immediately join in. Getting the hint, Eddie finally starts laughing along. Hopefully Steve didn't notice her hinting, since she's had her arm wrapped around Eddie's since before she even called him over.

Steve raises an eyebrow at her, and shit does she need to keep this moving.

“This,” Robin announces, using the hand that's not around Eddie's arm to do a quick flourish in the direction of his face, “is Prince Edward of the Kingdom of Forest-Upon-Hills. We met at the ball tonight.”

“It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” says Eddie, trying his best to show the proper respect and bow as he does so. Robin's death grip on his arm prevents him from getting very far.

“Likewise,” Steve replies, sounding incredibly skeptical of this whole conversation. He then shoots Robin a look, which, rude, but also entirely warranted given what she's about to ask him.

Steeling herself, Robin begins to say, “Prince Edward and I-”

“Just Eddie is fine,” Eddie interrupts her, leaning in a little bit closer to her as he whispers. He's got terrible volume control, however, so she wouldn't know it was meant to be a whisper if she hadn't spent the past two hours talking to him.

“Not one for formalities, Prince Eddie?” Steve asks, the weight of his gaze finally leaving Robin's shoulders for a moment. God, she often wishes her brother was easier to read, but never as strongly as she does right now.

Eddie, meanwhile, straightens up so quickly it's like he's been electrocuted.

“Uh, not particularly, no. They grate on me,” Eddie says. He pauses for a moment, and Robin can see the deliberation on his face before he adds, “Your Majesty.”

“I'm not one for formalities either, Prince Eddie,” Steve says. His mouth twitches into a very small smile. “I prefer Steve.”

There's a pause, then, where Steve and Eddie are locked into some strange stare-down, while Robin looks on in vague exasperation. She's pretty sure she could strip naked and swing from the chandelier in the center of the ballroom and neither of them would take any notice of her. She's about to intervene, actually, because they really do not have time for whatever this is, when Eddie miraculously breaks the spell himself. He blinks a bit, looking away from Steve and back to Robin, face significantly more flushed than it was a minute ago.

“I believe you were saying something to K- to Steve, Princess?” Eddie asks, just about tripping over Steve's new title on instinct before catching himself.

Robin just barely restrains herself from rolling her eyes. She really is the bravest, most long-suffering warrior in all of Hawkins.

Putting her brave face back on, Robin turns to her brother and says, “Yes I was, thank you Eddie, I was saying that Prince Eddie and I-” and here she falters, because Steve looks back at her and meets her gaze. She swallows, trying to be subtle, and looks very pointedly at Steve's forehead instead of his eyes. She can't do this if she's looking him in the eye.

She takes another half second to compose herself, then rips the band-aid off.

“Prince Eddie and I seek your blessing for our marriage.”

“Excuse me?” Steve says, more like demands, almost choking on nothing. Robin's never seen her brother this off-kilter in her life. He doesn't even try to compose himself at  all before he says, “Robin, can I speak to you for a moment? Alone?”

Robin swallows guiltily, knowing he'll see straight through her if she agrees.

“No. Anything you want to say to me, you can say to both of us,” Robin says, and how her voice stays steady, she doesn't even know. It probably helps that she's still not looking Steve in the eye.

“Robin- I don't-” Steve interrupts himself to run his gloved hands down his face. He pauses for a moment, face completely covered by his hands, and takes a deep sigh. When he removes his hands and starts speaking again, his voice is measured. Calm. Deadly.

“Rob, you can't marry a man you just met,” Steve states. The word man falls heavy off his tongue, and Robin knew she would regret coming out as a lesbian, she just didn't think it would be like this. Squaring herself up for the best performance of her life, Robin begins her improvised speech full of bullshit to convince her brother to let her do this.

Before she can, however, Eddie chimes in with, "You can if it's true love." Steve doesn't even spare Eddie a glance, but his frown does deepen significantly. Shit.

“Steve,” Robin begins, trying very hard to stay calm, “Eddie and I have a connection unlike any I've ever felt before. I lo-love him”—shit, she could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat saying that, and judging by the almost-imperceptible twitch in Steve's eye, he knows too—“and I think it's time I start giving back to the Kingdom of Hawkins.”

“Giving back?” Steve asks, and fuck he's folding his arms across his chest now. “How exactly is this giving back to the kingdom? What you're doing is running headfirst into the first bad decision you can find.”

”I'm a bad decision?” Eddie asks. Both Robin and Steve ignore him.

“No, Steve, I'm giving back by giving the kingdom a new celebration to look forward to after your coronation,” Robin hisses. “A royal wedding is another opportunity to open the castle gates and bring the kingdom together-”

“Absolutely not,” Steve snaps, interrupting her. “We are not opening up the castle gates again for a long time.”

“Why not, Steve?” Robin snaps back. “Tonight's been great for the kingdom's morale, it's been great for you to see people and actually socialize-”

“You have no idea what's good for me, Robin,” Steve says, making her stop dead. It hurts, hearing Steve say that like it's obvious and she's stupid for not knowing it already. What hurts more is that it’s true.

Once it's clear Robin won't keep talking, Steve continues, “You asked for my blessing, and I do not give it. I don't approve of this, and if you're doing this in some misguided attempt to make me happy- quite frankly you've gone insane if you think this would make me happy.”

With that, he turns to walk away.

Okay, sure, she has no idea what Steve's whole deal is or why he's always shutting her out, but Robin is sure she knows what will help.

Sure, part of this crazy scheme is the vague idea that if Robin has a picture-perfect capable-of-bearing-children partnership, then Steve will be under less pressure himself to marry someone who can produce an heir. Maybe, with less scrutiny on his personal choices, he'll learn to relax and open up more over time. That idea falls apart pretty quickly, however, as the thought of producing an heir with a man - even one as fun to talk to as Eddie - makes her want to gouge her own eyes out. No, the real reasoning behind Robin's (admittedly insane) plan to marry someone she met two hours ago at her brother's coronation is so she has an ironclad reason for Steve to open the gates again. Sure, ideally it would've been a woman who caught her eye tonight, but she can't be picky. Robin doesn't meet anyone, especially with the castle locked up like it always is, and she has yet to think of something other than a wedding that would convince Steve to open the gates. Then Eddie came along, laughing and flirting (she thinks, at least; Robin's tried to black that part out) and professing his undying true love to her, and this was the best opportunity she was ever going to get.

And she has to convince her brother to open the gates again. Steve's been thriving tonight. He clearly loves the thrum of people, all of them dancing and laughing and enjoying themselves, and he's slowly coming out of his shell with every conversation he has with their subjects. Robin's spent more time talking to her brother tonight than she has in a long, long time. Too long for her to try to quantify it without crying.

Watching her brother turn away from her, the promise of a relationship with him going forward about to slip through her fingers, she knows she has to do something.

“Steve, wait-” Robin says, reaching out for Steve. She grabs him by the hand, feeling the soft cotton of the white gloves he always, always wears.

“Enough, Robin,” Steve says, not even looking back as he yanks his hand out of her grip. She's trying to hold on, though, so she's left holding his glove as Steve pulls his now-bare hand away from her. God, how upsetting is it that it's been years since she saw the back of her own brother's hands?

Steve swears, then, under his breath. Robin almost doesn't hear it; almost.

“Robin, give me my glove.” Steve's not asking; he's demanding. Robin can work with this.

“Not unless you talk to me about why you won't open the gates. Look at how tonight went, it's been so good for you-”

“This isn't up for debate, Robin, give me my glove,” and Steve reaches for it then, but Robin quickly holds the glove up high above her head before he can grab it.

“Why isn't it up for debate? Why do you isolate yourself all the time?” Robin's almost dancing now, twisting and turning as she tries to keep the glove away from Steve's grabbing hands. It doesn't help that he's taller than her, but she's more agile than people think, especially since Steve's in full coronation regalia right now. The material's stiff as a board at the best of times.

“You wouldn't understand, just give me the- ugh!” Steve's stopped trying to grab the glove, instead trying to restrain her and make it easier to grab.

“Maybe I would understand if you'd talk to me instead of shutting me out all the time-” Steve's almost got her in a headlock, but Robin ducks out from underneath it and quickly steps away and out of Steve's reach.

“Robin, that's enough!” Steve shouts, and then several things happen consecutively.

Steve reaches out towards Robin with his right hand, the one missing the glove.

Robin thinks she's going crazy, but- what look like snowflakes shoot out from Steve's hand where he's reached for her.

The crowd, most of whom had turned to look at Steve's shout, gasp, almost in unison.

“I- Steve-” Robin says, not quite sure where to start with the -- actually quite sizable -- pile of snow now on the ballroom floor.

“No,” Steve gasps, and Robin's never heard her brother so distraught. It makes something keen inside her, the sheer anguish in his voice. “No, no no no, this can't be happening, this can't-” Steve reaches up to pull at this hair, but more snow and ice shoots out from his hand as soon as it's pointing towards the ceiling. He flinches away from his own hand, sheer terror on his face, but with every movement Steve makes more and more snow and ice surrounds him. Within a few seconds, there's a wind picking up as well, and it's like a snowstorm is starting to form right there in the castle dining room.

The crowd, originally shocked into silence, starts to move again. Robin hears screaming, people running, shouting from the guards about an evacuation plan, but it's all faint and distorted like she's underwater. All she can focus on right now is Steve, the way his terror is only worsening by the moment.

“Steve, let me help you,” Robin calls over the roar of the crowd and the storm, taking a few steps towards him. She needs to get his attention before getting closer, the last thing she wants to do right now is startle him.

“Stay away from me!” Steve yells, holding up his hands in an instinctive 'stay back' gesture. Yet more ice shoots out towards Robin as he does so. “I’m not safe!”

“I don't care! You're my brother!” Robin shouts back, but Steve doesn't seem to hear her. He's looking down at his hands in horror, then at the waist-high line of ice between the two of them.

Robin somehow knows what he's going to do the moment before he does it.

“Steve!” Robin screams, breaking into a run. Steve's faster than her, always has been, so he makes it to the doors of the ballroom well before she can catch him. It also helps that people, even the guards posted at the doors, part to make room for him whenever he draws near. Seeing Steve push open the ballroom doors just enough to slip through them, Robin yells again, “Steve! Stop!”

“Princess Robin!” Someone crashes into Robin then, nearly sending the two of them flying. (Robin mentally thanks whatever God there may be that she wore pants and not a dress.) After regaining her footing, Robin looks at her assailant to find- oh, it's that guy. The Duke of one of their main trading partners, Tommy something. Haggard? Halfwit? Yeah, something like that.

“Princess Robin,” Tommy Hapless says, bending over with one hand on his knees and the other holding Robin's elbow as he catches his breath. God, Robin does not have time for this. “Princess, you can't- we need guidance. We need someone to... to lead us while the King is... indisposed.”

“I really don't have time for this,” Robin snaps, brushing his hand off her elbow. “Steve's my brother, I have to find him before he gets hurt!”

“I don't think... he's the one who'll be getting hurt,” Tommy Hanger-On says between gasps, quietly, but not so quiet Robin doesn't hear. She makes a point to stomp on his toes as she stalks off towards Eddie, who is doing his best to help people follow the evacuation advice. He looks faintly queasy, and very much like he would rather be literally anywhere else, but he's actually doing a pretty good job of guiding people where the guards want them.

Eddie doesn't notice her coming, so he jumps when Robin grabs him by the shoulder. She turns him around to face her, then grabs him by the other shoulder as well so she's looking him right in the eyes.

“I need to find Steve,” Robin says, not waiting for Eddie to finish whatever question he's opened his mouth to ask before continuing, “Can you take care of the kingdom until we get back?”

Eddie goes pale instantly. “What? I can't-”

“You're a prince, right? I know Forest-Upon-Hills is a pretty small kingdom, but how different can Hawkins really be?” Eddie doesn't look reassured, but Robin cares very little about that right now. She claps him on both shoulders in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture.

She grabs Eddie's hand and thrusts it up into the air, shouting, “Prince Eddie is in charge until I return!”

She then drops his hand before turning and running out into the night, ignoring the chaos behind her and the faint sounds of Eddie's confused protests.

Nothing matters to her now except for finding Steve.

[blazingxwolves]

"In a place that was not as nice as here and also a place where beautiful omegas like you were treated so very badly. It was a terrible place," he spoke lying but his words so believable. Sven was at this point knew that he got Vincent where he wanted and now this was the fun part.

He could see just how hard the swallowed, reading their facial expressions and body language he knew that his words were having an effect on them and he loved it. He leaned in closer even more. "Do you want to be my good perfect omega? My good boy? I know you are getting excited and soon you will be producing nice wet slick for me so that I can fuck you," he spoke as his hands moved slower and inserted into their pants and slowly played with them. "Tell me what your alpha should do?"

"where were you before... here?" he wanted to know more about the other, especially since he was showing interest in him. vincent wasn't the type to just randomly jump into a stranger's bed, but this one seemed nice & he was so handsome. vincent couldn't help it, he wanted this. he felt seen, heard .. wanted.

their foreheads almost touching, he could feel the other's breath against his skin & swallowed hard - his lips suddenly dry. was he nervous? for sure. he held his breath when he spoke again, releasing it with a soft sound when he was done & nodded, "he does. he really does." he would very much like to go now & ... get distracted thoroughly.

[somemaycallthisjunk]

Meet cute <3

[soloavengers]

what stills cracks me up about the ulrika romance is you wake up in a room with two beds after the fade to black. was i wrong to assume??? did they not??? what is this. two tiny beds, come on if you’re gonna throw me into this at least do it proper

[thsc-confessions]

"I have come up with an entire thsc Heathers (the musical) au. I’ve even imagined making AMVs for it which I would do… if I could animate."

"I’ll put some of the cast here:

Veronica = Henry

JD = Ellie

Martha = Charles

Heather C = Reginald

Heather D = RHM

Heather M = Sven"

"I don’t even ship rosemin but Ellie fits the role of JD far better than Charles" submitted by @emberflame999

[blazingxwolves]

The distance between them being so little, Sven could feel the male's harden cock against him and he smiled. He loves making other's body react and this was just perfect. Avery tasted so good, he wanted more of the male and he was going to get more of them. After all Sven always gets what he wanted. His hands stopped squeezing the male's ass for a moment and spread them apart before slowly inserting a finger seeing just how tight and wet they were.

Avery was in shock for a moment as he took in what what happening to him. Before he knew it there were lips on his own, they were warm and soft, he kissed back hungrily but before he knew it they were gone, and replaced themselves on his neck. Those strong hands on his ass, gently playing with it so casually he almost didn't think this was real, he was dreaming that had to be it. But his own whimpers of pleasure and the way his cock hardened affirmed this was in fact very real.

[cinematograverse]

[blazingxwolves]

"Fuck you taste amazing," Sven said as his forehead rested against the other. Sven would never admit it but to him the other was almost like a drug. Sven liked spending time with the other and he enjoyed tasting and breeding the handsome vampire. He wanted them so badly and he needed them. "Why do you smell so good Will." @willshift

[blazingxwolves]

"I do think that you are perfect and perfect. The perfect for daddy," he spoke voice sweet and charming. Hardin was so very much a easy target, Sven loved that it did not take him a lot for him to get the omega and the male was handsome too. He had some many plans for them, they were also young and he could train them into his most perfect thing. His perfect boy while he worked on his other plans. "You are going to be mine. Daddy is going to give you something perfect and amazing," he spoke voice slowly getting deeper and aggressive as he kissed the male, his lips attacked the other. Sven wanted to take them and all of them, he was going to make sure they smelled like him when he was done.

Sven loved just how tight the male was even with the slick they were producing still made it tight and that was perfect . After a few moments of kissing the male he moved changing position. He man handled the male into the perfect position, making Hardin on all fours as he knee and slowly spread the male open to see that tight pink virgin hole.

"So beautiful and perfect," he growled his cock twitching and leaking precum, it wanted action it wanted to be inside the male but first he was feeling nice. After all it was Hardin first time and he was going to give the omega something that they would never forget. He slowly spread the male apart and started eating them out.

    Timid Hardin might not have been so timid after all—not concerning his interest in the charismatic Sven. Each time he was around the alpha he felt his heart palpitate in his chest and a crimson shade of red rush to his cheeks. Something about him stirred a longing within him that he couldn’t quite explain. So when an invitation to spend some time with him at the lake presented itself, he took it in a heartbeat. 

    After their swim he felt a little nervous this close to the other Alpha. His inexperience was probably showing, but he tried to hide it nonetheless. “You really think so?” he asked in response to his compliment, eating the words up like honey. Sven found him beautiful? No one had ever told him that before. While he was inexperienced, he wasn’t naive. Maybe the alpha just wanted to use him—not that he would stop him. No one had ever touched him because of the sheltered, abusive life he had lived back home with his parents. 

    Finding himself moving in closer to Sven as his fingers pulsated within his tight hole, he answered him with a hungry kiss. Pressing his lips fervently to the other’s he felt himself melt and push back into those fingers breaching his virgin hole. Did he notice how tight he was? It seemed so. “Yes, Daddy. I need you to show me how it’s done...how to be fucked and owned,” he breathlessly replied, then bit into Sven’s bottom lip to show his eagerness.