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The zapper and swatchling yaoi continues

Rafayel is possessive, perhaps more than is sane or healthy. It's no secret either, because he's also terrible at hiding his emotions, especially when you're involved. He'll do just about anything to keep you, to make sure that he's the only recipient of your precious love.

So when other people lavish you with too much attention, when you become overly distracted by pretty words and faces that aren't his own, well... it takes everything in him to stay calm.

This gala you've accompanied him to is extravagant; tall glasses of champagne and ornate floral arrangements litter the gallery. Exquisite paintings hang on the walls surrounding the space; you spot one of Rafayel's across the way, vivid and masterful.

He's engaged in conversation with a group of people a few feet from you. They commend him for his art, laud his technique, and he thanks them but doesn't seem truly invested in what they have to say. He keeps looking at you, watching as you smile and carry on graciously with those who speak to you. There are a number of people gathered around you, curious about your being a hunter, asking you question after question with admiration in their eyes.

He doesn’t think too much of it until someone particularly handsome strides up, especially fascinated by you and your line of work. They compliment you generously, perfectly cordial and professional, though he swears he saw them eye you up and down like a piece of beautiful meat. You fluster in response to their praise, laughing and joking and modestly playing yourself down. This stranger steps just a little closer to you—too close now for Rafayel's taste—and it's at this point that he stops hearing anything anyone is saying to him.

He excuses himself from his companions abruptly, not so casually stalking over to you, and places his hand on your shoulder, stopping you in the middle of a sentence.

"Give us a moment; I need to speak with my... bodyguard." His tone is polite but clipped, lacking its usual playful charm. There's a façade of a smile on his face, but when you meet his eyes, they're glowering just beneath the surface.

The stranger appears slightly taken aback by his sudden intrusion but nods all the same, "No problem, take your time. I'll wait here."

You nod to them and turn to follow Rafayel, but he doesn’t even give you a chance to keep up before his hand is on your wrist pulling you away.

Within minutes, you find yourself in a dimly lit back hallway that's been roped off to guests, his tall, lean figure crowding you against the wall. A muffled whimper catches in his throat, lips pressed bruisingly to yours. His tongue invades your mouth, and you have no idea why, exactly, this is happening, but you push back into him anyway. Your hands pull at the collar of his dress shirt, his knee slotted between your legs tantalizingly.

It's only when you need to pull away for air that you breathlessly ask what's going on. He refuses to meet your desire-filled gaze and pouts his lips dramatically while he looks at the floor.

"Missed you."

You raise an eyebrow, "That's sweet, but i was 5 feet away from you. Is that really it?"

He lifts his eyes to yours now, hunger and something else lingering in them.

It had all happened so suddenly, but now you're finally putting the pieces together. Feeling his stare on you so often throughout the evening, the interruption, glaring at your companion, whisking you away...

"Aww, were you jealous?"

He shoots you with a look of defiance and crashes his lips into you again, this time with an urgency that wasn't there before. His hand pulls on the back of your neck, forcing you further into him, deeper into the connection. There's no space between you, and it starts to feel a little like he wants to get under your skin, be with you in a way you could never undo.

He begins trailing down your jaw, hot and heavy and aggressive in a way that makes you gasp aloud.

"Careful, or someone will hear you. With any luck it might even be them."

Venom coats his words. Even when he's all over you, he can't stand the thought of someone else. His open mouth attaches to the column of your neck, licking and sucking until his spit is dragged all along your skin. Then, without warning, he sucks harshly.

You cry out, slapping your own hand over your mouth to cut off the sound.

"What are you doing?" you hiss through your fingers. “People will notice that."

"I hope they do."

He licks the spot softly, deceptively, before firmly sucking again. A small whine escapes you, and before he can do any further damage, you lace a hand into his hair and pull his head away from you.

He gazes up at you with hooded eyes, pupils blown in the dull light, lips shining with saliva. Pretty.

"Of course I was fucking jealous."

You knew that; know him well enough to see and hear the slight hint of panic at the thought of losing you to anyone or anything. It’s perfectly clear to you that this isn’t just some petty tantrum. There’s real fear behind his actions—and also real love. He wants to keep you so badly that, on occasion, he doesn’t know how to handle it. Slowly, softly, you lean into him once more, this time channeling tenderness and sincerity into your kiss.

"You'll always have me."

The two of you lock eyes for a moment, until it seems that he fully trusts your words. Sighing, he straightens up, runs his long fingers through his hair, and fixes his collar. As you step away from the wall, he ghosts his thumb over the mark he left on you, a clear reminder that you’re his and no one else’s. No matter how much others may want you for themselves.

A small but sly smile plays across his face, "Now, let's go show off my newest piece of art!"

"What, you want me to like... eat gay cats?" Happy Pride!!!! let me know if i need to tag this with cannibalism or smthn

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Everyone I'd like to thank you for giving me such love n support for my art and I'm very proud to announce that almost 2 months of hard work has just about been finished! So without further ado... I have part 1 (of 5) of the very first chapter of 2026, enjoy!

1 (you are here), 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

The baker !! (crazy bird lady)

My own little vision of how our lovely baker looks in @faux-kat 's gingerbread lover fanfic which you should definitely check out yourself :DD

Rumor has it that she talks to birds and is practically a loner haha !

ALL TIME???????? god, don't make me CHOOSE...

If we're talkin' about the ships I've loved for the longest, it's pearange, bendystraw and tomtord.

you can TELL i love the "ragebaiter x ragebaited" dynamic i swear

BUT if we're talking about the ships i think about the most.....

i... have no idea......

yes they DO count as three ships because its pearange, pearsion and orassion nods I LOVE MY POLYCULE

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also my selfships i guess hehehehe i loveeee my selfships ong