#<3333 i really am sorry it took so long to answer pls forgive me

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I love Leander and Jace so much already! They seem really interesting!

Leander doesn't know his parents are royalty but it sounds like Jace does?

I assume Leander is a werewolf, but doesn't know? How does he find out? Is he a bitten one or a born one, like Jace?

I'm so curious as to how he finds out too! What was his reaction? DId he find out in a peaceful way or was in a moment of danger?

And for Jace, his dad was killed by vampires in front of him?! Was it a targeted kill or do the vampires generally hate werewolves?

How/when do they change shape? Is it a full moon sort of a thing or an at will sort of a thing?

That's a lot of questions for now but I'm sure I'll have more later too. :)

-@aftgphoenix

Oh my God. Thank you so much, I'm so glad you like them! Sorry this is so late. As you know the depression has been... Much recently. But I finally feel good enough to answer this! So I'm going to lose my mind a little! :D

~ Yes! Leander has no idea he's of royal descent. He has no idea that supernatural creatures exist either. His parents left their thrones and moved away, intending to raise him among humans as a compromise. (And also because his father is very paranoid someone will try to kill his son. So he's trying to hide him. It's funny because his father is actually a huge bastard.)

Jace is very aware of the situation, but he's not allowed to tell Leander until he turns eighteen. Or until something warrants telling him. (Jace isn't just Leander's best friend and soulmate, he's also sort of his bodyguard. Leander doesn't know that either, obviously.)

~ He's a born wolf. :D Actually, Leander is actually a vampire/werewolf hybrid! His father is the King of Vampires— not the same one who changed Laurent, his successor— and his mother is the Wolf Queen. (I know it gets sort of ridiculous, but I was fourteen when I made him and I love him so much anyway. So yeah this is all mega-embarrassing to type out because I'm just realizing how cringe it is. But y'all will just have to bear with me.)

~ Leander finds out after he wakes up to his house being broken into by a vampire who wants to kill him. (In my world, if a vampire kills the reigning king/queen they take the title automatically. Leander is only 17, the reigning king of NOTHING and doesn't know shit. So... This vampire was a little confused but had the murdering spirit.) But Jace gets there in time to save him and has to explain.

Leander believes him, takes it very seriously. Then he starts to think the entire think was a fucked up prank. So Jace has to show him, has to change into his wolf form. Which nearly gives Leander a heart attack. The next morning, Jace explains the rest— the bit about his parents— and Leander is absolutely outraged. Doesn't believe that shit at all, he's human and his parents are worthless deadbeats! There's no way. But there is.

(Jace knew Leander would react that way, he has a folder full of proof. Leander skims through it all and is fucking bewildered at what he finds. Clippings from magical newspapers announcing his birth, a painting of his father that proves he was alive two centuries ago, etc.)

~ Yeah! TwT My poor baby. (Said like I wasn't the one who did this.) Werewolves and vampires aren't each other's biggest fans in general. But this was a wrong place, wrong time sort of deal really. Jace and his dad were out in the woods, Jace liked to play outside. And a pair of feral vampires shows up. Jace's dad tries to fight them off but he can't, he tells Jace to run with one of his last breaths. :(

~ Once they're old enough to have control over it born werewolves can change anytime they like! They feel a strong need to change under a full moon, so usually they'll give into it and go for a long run. 

Bitten werewolves have to work a lot harder to learn to control it and they will change under a full moon whether they like it or not. It's just how it works.

Again, thank you soooo much for the questions about my guys, Ana! <3<3<3<3

[bittersweetmorality]

heyyyyyy uhhhhh could i get like a sub hawks fic pretty please 🙏

literally kisses u . thank u . i have been waiting for a req like this thank u bae <3333 i have been very h word for hawks </3 thank u for letting me be self indulgent

it is a little rushed towards the end i am so sorry pls forgive me anon </3

shift in dynamic (sub!hawks x fem!bodied reader)

☾ genre: smut, 18+

☾ pairing: hawks x fem!bodied reader (no pronouns explicitly specified, but hawks calls reader “mommy”)

☾ warnings: *INHAAALE* PWP, sub!hawks (obviously), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk (m!receiving), praise..... so much praise, edging, PEGHAWKS2021‼️ (pegging), slight overstim????, a leetol bit of aftercare, kind of self indulgent idk i love he </3, (HARDLY EDITED)

☾ w/c: 3k !!

you don’t know how long you’ve been teasing him, been letting yourself get into innocent but compromising positions with him.

bending over to pick up a “dropped” pen in that skirt he oh so loved to see you in, going to “change” only to come back out with your outfit being no different whatsoever except with the new addition of his favorite thigh-highs of yours.

he was so sick of your teasing, and honestly? you lost track of time from how long you had it going on.

“angel... you’re hardly being subtle, you know~” he mused from his position on the bed.

you turn and smirk at him from the doorway, “who said i was trying to be subtle in the slightest?”

you slowly began making your way to him, watching closely at the way he drank in your figure. his eyes darted back and forth from your thigh-high clad legs, to the exposed section just under your skirt, to your breasts that were straining against the provocative, tight shirt you decided to wear this evening.

you wanted to give him everything he ever dreamed of right now, to utterly indulge him-- make him believe he would be in control.

letting him sit up for you to straddle his lap, letting him dominate your kisses. anything he initiated, you complied with. his hands began softly grazing your exposed thighs, trailing upwards-- higher and higher-- you purposely let out soft whimper.

you felt a smirk tug at the corners of his lips, “hm...? you like that, angel?” you felt his hot breath in your mouth.

“yes... oh yes... please kei...” your pleas a mere whisper, “please fuck me...”

he groaned deeply in response, diving back in to taste your lips again— a hungry clash of teeth and tongue from his impatience. you could feel his arousal despite the confines of his clothes already, him grinding against your hips with no shame.

oh, you loved riling him up, especially like this. getting him to get all hot and bothered, going this far to give him a sense that he’ll be in control...

only for you to shatter your façade instantaneously, pushing him down by his shoulders and pinning his roaming hands above his head-- trapping his legs in between yours and looking down at him triumphantly.

“angel?” he sputtered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “w-what’s with the quick shift, huh?” he quickly attempted to play it off as if he still had a grip on his bearings.

a smirk splayed your features in response. you said nothing, but let your gaze flicker back and forth from his swollen lips to his dark eyes.

“w-weren’t you just begging me to fuck you a minute ago, hm?~” he said.

even when he was rendered completely immobile by you, of course he was going to give you his sly tone, his shit-eating grin as he “tried” to keep control of the situation.

oh, but you knew why he did that.

just ‘cause he knew that it would rile you up...

just ‘cause he knew that it would make you have your way with him.

“oh, i was begging you to fuck me? really...” you trailed off, moving your gaze downward, and cupping his bulge harshly with no warning. he hissed in response, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, “sweetheart... i assure you, i’m not going to be the one who’s begging tonight.”

“y-yeah right,” he chuckled, “like i’ll believe that. just give it a few minutes, darling. you’ll realize that-- a-ah...”

you cut him off by moving your palm against him, harshly rubbing against his growing erection with no build up. the friction of your hand mixed with the rough material of his jeans sent an immense amount of stimulation right off the bat, catching him completely off guard.

“hm? speak up honey, i can’t hear you,” you leaned down and softly nibbled his ear as you whisper against him.

“f-fuck...” his eyes are now screwed shut as he revels in the friction you’re providing him, your speed ever increasing to render him unable to utter a word.

“oh, well that’s not what you said before, now is it?” you began littering kisses on his jaw, his neck, collarbone... biting occasionally, because you knew just how much he wanted to be marked by you.

you continued to rub him, keigo’s moans getting louder and higher in pitch. he was close.

already.

you giggled against him, the vibrations reverberating against his skin, “oh, you were also so sensitive, right kei? are you gonna cum?”

“y-yes...” he said, utterly breathless.

“do you wanna cum?”

he shook his head fervently.

“baby... use your words...” you gently remind.

“... no. please, not now...”

“mmm... good boy~”

his whines picked up at the pet name, his jean-clad hips beginning to grind against your palm.

you quickly ripped your hand away with a scoff, and keigo let out needy whine, the sound sending a shockwave straight to your cunt.

god, you’ve always loved his voice.

“ah-ah~” you tut, “didn’t you say you didn’t want to cum now, baby boy? do you really want to cum in your jeans like a teenage virgin?”

he shakily exhaled, “... n-no...”

“good. you’ll get what you want, i promise baby. just be patient, yeah?”

he nodded, looking up at you with tear-stained eyelashes. you took this opportunity to look him directly in the eyes while slowly lifting up your shirt to catch the hem between your teeth. he took a sharp inhale at the sight of exposed chest. you decided you would pass on wearing a bra this evening.

good choice.

“mm... kei...” you mumble breathily, snaking your arm down your torso, moving closer and closer to the hem of your panties.

“y-yes, angel?”

you shoot him a glance, taking your shirt out from between your teeth to be able to speak clearly.

“what was that?” your tone was sharp as you addressed him, leaning in close, “what’s my name?”

“m-mommy...”

“there we go, baby boy... that’s right...” your hand trails its way down once again, and you making a show of throwing your head back and sighing as it makes its descent. you begin stroking the outside of your panties, feeling the wet patch that has already seeped through the lacy material.

"kei... baby... already so wet for you..." you sigh, "now enjoy the show, yeah? don't move, baby boy... unless you-- mmm~" you couldn't help but let out a moan, your finger flicking a particularly sensitive spot on your clit as it moved in tight circles on the bud, "unless you don't want your reward..."

you spread your legs out further in your straddling position, giving him a perfect view of your panty-clad cunt. his erection was definitely painfully hard, you thought. no-- it didn't even have to be up to your imagination. you felt his cock strain against your inner thigh, letting out a soft moan at the thought.

you moved your panties to the side to dip a single finger in, sighing at the new feeling and rocking your hips. you opened your eyes to see keigo's reaction to you fucking your fingers-- right on top of him. you could feel his heartbeat from where you were seating atop him as well as his erratic breathing.

slipping your finger in and out of your cunt with ease, you decide to add a second one, beginning to scissor them both to stretch yourself out.

keigo was doing exactly as told-- following directions. only enjoying the show instead of doing anything without permission.

"m-mommy..." he squeaked out.

"yes, baby boy?"

"please... sit on my face. please, i wanna make you feel good, mommy..." his pleas were fucking adorable.

"you want me to fuck your face, sweetheart?" you muse.

"y-yes... please... please..."

"only because you asked so nicely, baby... such a good boy~"

he moans as you shift your position to finally take off your panties and throw them aside unceremoniously. you place your thighs on either side of his head, trapping his head between them and immediately feeling his hot panting breath hit your core.

“keigo, honey... you know what to say if you want to stop, right?” you look into his eyes, patiently awaiting his answer before moving forward at all.

“yes... red.” his big hands squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass as he replied.

“mm... good boy~” you sigh once again, finally sinking yourself down to meet his lips. immediately, his tongue poked out and lapped at the wetness already dripping out from your cunt. he moaned against you, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure up your spine. god, it was almost like he was enjoyed having you sit on his face more than you.

almost.

you grabbed a fistful of his hair as your body fell forward from pleasure. you always knew he enjoyed having his hair tugged, but you held off on letting him have that pleasure at the moment. until he took your clit in his mouth and sucked, kneading your ass as he held you in place.

and high pitched moan was ripped from your throat, and your fingers tensing into a fist on reflex, pulling at keigo’s hair harshly. the whimper that escaped him was heavenly, his motions becoming more frantic, more needy as he ate you out. he wanted to please you.

he wanted to please you so, so bad.

you felt the coil in your stomach begin to build up, the tension making your mind hazy as the room filled with only your moans and the sounds of keigo’s sinful ministrations against your core. all of his movements now harsh, and a steady transition of his tongue lapping at your clit, and his lips sucking more and more as he knew you were close.

“f-fuck, kei... fuck... a-ah... i’m- i’m gonna cum...” you all but whisper, your voice failing you.

“cum, mommy. please. please cum for me...” he mumbled against you, giving one particularly harsh suck and before you could even process his words, you were thrown over the edge.

your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you in an impeding wave, keigo not giving you enough warning before making you cum with so much force.

“mommy?” his voice snapped you back to reality as you began to come down from your high, “are you okay? w-was i good?”

you shifted from your position to lie next to him on the mattress, looking into his eyes with nothing but pure sincerity as you replied, “baby... yes... oh my god, yes. you were so, so good...” you stroked his cheek warmly with the back of your hand, feeling your heart flutter when he leaned into your touch.

“now, i just have to return the favor now, hm? you were such a good boy for mommy, now it’s mommy’s turn to make you feel good,” you whisper in his ear, nipping at it once before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off with ease. you were impatient, and so was he.

“tell me what you want, baby. use your words,” you instructed, stroking his cock with one finger through his boxers.

he squeaked, quickly shying away at your instructions, clearly embarrassed at what he wanted to ask of you.

“sweetheart, look at me,” you held his cheeks with your free hand to direct his gaze back to you, “tell me, i want to make you feel good, yeah?”

he bit his bottom lip.

“...p-please fuck me,” he pleaded almost inaudibly. he doubt you even heard it, and like hell he would be able to muster enough courage to say it again.

thankfully, you heard it. loud and clear.

“you want mommy to fuck your ass, baby? is that what you want?”

“...yes, please...” his cheeks burned at your lewd words. he hadn’t expected you to say it so bluntly, but it was exactly what he wanted.

you leaned down to catch his lips in a passionate kiss, one hand holding the nape of his neck while the other held his waist to draw him as near to you as possible. you wanted the kiss to show him exact how much you loved him-- how you only wanted to make him happy.

“you know exactly how to ask. my good boy~”

you reached over into your nightstand drawer, pulling out purple strap-on and lube, fixing the harness around your waist, and pulling off his briefs completely. you lubed up your fingers, rubbing them against the digits from your other hand to warm it up. you positioned yourself in between his thighs, pulling them apart to give you easy access.

“you okay, kei?” you ask.

“yes, yes... i am...” he responded, looking up at you then to your fingers, his gaze clearly impatient.

you chuckled, bringing your index finger to circle his hole gently, lubing up everything as much as possible before pushing it in, little by little.

by no means was this keigo’s first time experiencing something like this with you, however, any experience that caused him discomfort or pain was lost. you made a constant, extra effort to make sure everything was perfect for him.

when your finger entered him completely, you slowly pumped it in and out, feeling him relax around you as you continued.

“feeling okay?”

“y-yes... you can... add another,” he said.

at his word, you added your middle finger, beginning to scissor them inside him to prep him for what was to come. his gasps slowly began to turn into breathy moans at the sensation, and when you curled your fingers upward to hit his prostate, he whimpered beneath you, hips bucking up to meet your fingers. you held him down with your free hand, making sure you still had complete control.

“third?” you ask.

“yes...”

you quickly comply, adding a third and following the routine you set for the previous digits. pumping in and out, curling them at that spot that always had him uncontrollably whining from pleasure.

you continue scissoring your fingers until you believed he was prepped enough, beginning to lube up the strap that’s been settled on your hips while looking for keigo’s approval once again, “are you ready, baby?”

he nods, a faint “yes...” passing from his lips.

slowly, you push in the silicone cock inside, inch-by-inch and watching his body language with a sharp gaze. he was doing so, so well you thought, the dildo going inside with ease.

“it’s in, baby... all the way... good?” you ask once again.

“good... so good...”

you smile, experimentally letting your hips draw back and slam back into his once. the way his voice cracked, his hands looked for leverage wherever they could find it to control the amount of stimulation he felt...

you swear you were getting drunk off of him.

you begin to set a slowly, languid pace, grinding your hips into his. he bit his bottom lip, “f-faster... please... i promise i can take it...”

you wordlessly comply, placing your hands on either side of his head to get a better angle, and began slamming your hips against him erratically. his desperate moans and whines quickly picking up pace and pitch, and you vaguely pick up mumblings of “so good...”, “oh my god...”, and “so close...”

he looks down at you with a hazy expression. his cock now swollen and leaking from penetrative stimulation, but it was clearly not enough. the way he crooned and leaned into your touch every time you pulled your hips away from him-- oh, you could tell it was just painful for him.

you lightly wrapped your fingers around his cock, your hand not moving, but your cock driving into him even faster-- just to see how he would react. he hissed at the contact, thrusting his hips to create his own stimulation. you didn’t stop him, seeing how close he could make himself to cumming just by fucking your fist. he was so loud, loud moans bouncing off the walls only to be broken by his voice cracking.

“you close, baby?” you coo.

“m-mhm... oh my god.... so close...” his hips picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost as loud as his noises now.

“cum baby, you deserve it, yeah? such a good boy...” you pet his hair as you encouraged him, moving your hand and hips to meet his thrusts to make him tip over the edge faster, reveling in the way his eyes screwed shut and his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets beneath him.

he came with a choked moan, shaking violently as you continued to pump him as felt heavy ropes of cum glide down your hand, his stomach...

you kissed the tip, open-mouthed and wet to make him twitch again under your touch.

“how are you feeling, kei?” you whisper, petting his soft hair as you patiently, carefully slipping out of him. you untie the harness around your waist, setting it on your side table once again and lying beside him.

you waited for his heaving chest to relax and his eyes to flutter open again.

“great... fucking amazing...” he smiled at you, his breath heavy as he panted between his words.

“let me get you cleaned up, yeah? you did so good for me...” you kissed his temple, letting your lips linger on his flushed skin for a bit longer. you pulled away after several seconds, looking deep into his eyes, “i love you, keigo,”

his palm rested on your cheek as he looked back at you, “i love you more,”

he said your name with nothing but love, admiration and pure joy.

you truly were the light of his life.

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

All those flower asks for Saeyoung and Jumin ^0^ k thanks XDD 💖

AAAA yes ma’am! Aha! Sorry this is late I’ve been relaxing and recovering from V-Day XD (some of these answers I answered as if it were my ot3 sorry XD)

Aloe: How protective is your f/o? Are they overprotective? Possessive? Or do they trust you to handle yourself all the time?��

Jumin and Saeyoung are both very protective. Sometimes overprotective in certain contexts. I love them to death, and I know how they are, sure. But sometimes it can get to be too much. They’re both possessive in their own ways, Jumin especially. He’s so possessive. It comes out a lot quicker through jealousy. If someone is flirting with me he’s quite to let them know that I am taken.

Amaryllis: How long does it take your F/O to apologize and admit they were wrong after an argument, if at all? How do they make it up to you?

Saeyoung is very quickly, and Jumin is the same but he might wait a little bit to give me some space. Maybe more space than I need, but that’s just because he doesn’t know. They are both quick to admit they’ve done wrong even when they haven’t, and they make it up to me in many ways. Jumin tries to buy me a nice dinner or something of that nature, and I have to remind him not to spend money on me. I just want his company and to remind him that I love him and it was just a disagreement, nothing more.

They both get really scared when we fight. Like nervous and anxious that they fucked up hardcore. I feel so bad, which is why I try not to start an argument knowing that it doesn’t make things better.

Carnation, pink: Do you have any fankids with your F/O? If so, tell us a bit about them.

Not yet, although there are some in the works ;3

Clover, white: How much does your F/O call/text/etc you when you’re apart?

Saeyoung? All the damn time XD even whenever he’s working, he’s sending me texts and memes and emoji’s. He always wants me to know that he’s thinking of me. Jumin it’s a little different since he’s a lot busier and can’t text as much as he wants. But every time he has a down time or a second he’s sending me an I love you and thinking about you. Everything is sweet and romantic with him, and I probably send more quick texts throughout the day waiting for him to respond.

Chamomile: How does your F/O act when you come home from a long trip?

Usually it’s Jumin or Saeyoung that go away for a bit. But say that I went to visit family and came back, they would be absolutely distraught. Never letting me leave their side. Saeyoung would compile tons of blankets and take a break from his work and I’m in his lap for days.

Jumin will cancel all of his plans in advance, knowing exactly when I’d arrive. He goes to pick me up, sending me straight home and doesn’t even let me unpack. He’s picking me up and carrying me over the threshold, kissing my face sweetly and bringing me right to bed. For some.. uh.. catching up… >.>;;;

Daffodil: How often does your F/O tease you? And how do they do it?

Saeyoung teases me all the fucking time. With pranks and flirting and just everything. He teases me on how short and cute I am, and my laugh and accent. Holy fuck he teases me on how I talk all the fucking time XD Jumin doesn’t really tease me all that much, aside from flirting. He tries to tease me like Saeyoung, but it doesn’t work. Bless his heart XD

Fennel: How much of a pushover is your F/O when you ask them to do something for you?

They’re both big pushovers, but Jumin is more. I say this because sometimes Saeyoung can try his best to resist me when I beg. It’s easy for him sometimes whenever he knows, but Jumin? Oh lord, Jumin just can’t. He will drop everything at the drop of a hat if I need it. The minute my lower lips quivers he’s done for.

Hyacinth, purple: How easily does your F/O forgive you after an argument?

They both forgive me very fast. Which I’m grateful for, but sometimes I don’t want them to just forgive me just to forgive me. But they don’t like to be mad at me, same for me.

Lilac: Who is the designated driver?

Saeyoung sometimes if we’re in his car. Otherwise it’s none, Driver Kim XD

Lavender: How do you two do during formal occasions? Do you have to reign in your F/O’s temper? Or do they make sure to hold your hand so you don’t get anxious? Maybe you two rock the dancefloor?

Jumin is all work when it comes to occasions like that. Mainly because usually it’s for business instead of pleasure. But he leaves Saeyoung and I to twirl on the dancefloor while he mingles. I’m usually very nervous, so it’s nice when Jumin wraps an arm around my waist to secure me close to him.

Parsley: How do you two do at informal parties? Who gets wasted? Who tries to drag the other into one of the broom closets?

Oh gosh, Saeyoung is getting drunk and he’s also the one to drag me off XD Jumin is still very calm and collected, never drinking too much. But he will have some wine or two, but if I sit in his lap he’s gone. He won’t care at that point who’s around he’s going to pull me close and make out with me. That is if we’re thinking RFA stuff, gotta remind him that that’s probably not a good idea anywhere else XD

Rhododendron: How does your F/O act after you’ve been injured/you’ve put yourself into a dangerous situation?

Oh god. They’re both frantic. Wanting to take care of me and fix things and scolding me if I put myself in that situation. Jumin is drawing a bath, insisting on helping me even though it wasn’t that bad pls baby XD

Sage: Does your F/O ever come to you for advice? Or are they too prideful?

Jumin will come for advice after a bit of going over in his head, same for Saeyoung. Sae mostly tries to deal with his problems on his own. Jumin once he realized he can come to me with these things he slowly starts to trust me, talking things out with me. It helps our relationship a lot and he realized that.

Sorrel: What level of PDA has been agreed upon as acceptable between the two of you? Does your F/O try and push those boundaries?

Welp, saeyoung doesn’t have any wrong place for PDA. I’m serious, he doesn’t care where we are he’s making out with me if he wants to make out with me. His girl is his girl and he can do whatever he wants. This leads to some compromising situations, but neither of us can keep out hands off each other long enough >////>

Jumin, on the other hand, he’s fighting with himself a lot. Where as sometimes he just can’t resist to touch my leg under the table or kiss my neck when no one is looking. He’s very safe with everything, knowing that the last thing we need is that kind of publicity for him. He will kiss me once on the lips and the cheek, but that’s the farthest he’ll go to be respectable and safe.

Tulip, Red: How does your F/O confess to you?

Saeyoung it took a while longer. I was the first to confess, of course. But it took a lot of pushing me away for him to finally confess. For Jumin it was different, but still kind of the same in terms of he had to trust me first before he confessed. He really wasn’t sure about his emotions, but he knew that he felt so strongly for me.

We were actually in the penthouse whenever he brought up the idea of how strange I was. How different I was than everyone, and when he met me he never imaginged that I could have this impact on him. He asked me several times what I could make of it, because he valued my opinion. I was the one who told him that he probbaly felt the same way I did and we liked each other. He smiled and admitted that was right, he was sure of it.