yes the peacock miraculous obviously needs to be felix's and is extremely significant to him and there's so much poetry about the fact that he is the holder of the very miraculous that created him and him being the holder of it is deeply entrenched into the plot. HOWEVER.
sometimes i miss the cat!adrien vs dog!felix dynamic. because it was really fucking funny
wolf hybrid! jake gettin’ needy and possessive when the two of you get home from spending time with panther hybrid! jay :( you’re barely inside before he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, licking and sucking at the soft skin until jay’s lingering scent drives him nuts, ugly jealousy rearing its head causing him to paw at your tits and press deep bites along the expanse of your throat, running his tongue over the wounds and moaning when the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth.
he’s so impatient, forcing you to present for him right there in your living room, the hardwood floor uncomfortable beneath you but you know better than to misbehave when he gets like this and your cunt’s aching to be filled.
jake wastes no time mounting you, sliding his girthy cock between your wet folds and a drawn out whine is all he can manage, mind foggy as he humps you.
he doesn’t let himself cum though, not until the desire to breed you takes over and he’s clumsily slipping his cock deep inside your needy pussy, giving you no time to get used to his size, fucking into you and grunting out apologies because he knows it’s too much for you.
jake cums first, shallowly rocking his hips as his knot inflates and keeps him buried in your hole, the tip of his cock piercing your cervix and allowing for his thick seed to flood your womb. you nearly lose consciousness, tongue lolling out and your eyes fluttering as your own orgasm washes over you, walls squeezing his length and taking everything he has to offer.
Blessing of the knitter/crocheter: may your hands never have cuts, bruising, sores, hangnails, or any other nuisance that would make your craft painful. May your hands and wrists never ache 🪷💛
Wow! Your Ignihyde redesigns are so fucking ugly! So hideous and uninspired, and their ugliness is only amplified by your very poor drawing skills and even uglier art style! And it's laughable how you really believe that you did better than the official designs, never do that again, you can't design or draw for shit.
too late i'm already planning a heartslabyul redesign lmao
‘Stranger things have happened than the devil knocking up a witch’ that should not make me fold and yet it does- I am simply just a woman
As I work on their little baby fic I think to myself:
Price knew. He knew what he was doing, he knew there was a possibility, that every time he fucked her his seed might find fertile ground. Witch operated under the delusion that they were two incompatible creatures, hadn't heard stories of fae having babies with witches so she chose to believe it couldn't happen. She forgets, often, that she's human and that humans absolutely can have children with the fae. Price doesn't ever forget that fact. He fucks her and he hopes that this will be the one that takes, that he'll have another guarantee towards their wedding, that maybe he is the devil for not saying anything...
Acid theory spamton is out. Obsessed with the light world's/real world's sun because he sees it as something alien and holy and it's a sign it must be a sign and his eyes are in so much burning pain from staring directly into it in a moment of divine madness spamton is in