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i missed sinday but rakan gets pegged

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Star Guardian Rakan x Xayah by zaket07

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@iixesha​ said :   "Your jawline is better than Jayce's not sure why its a debate"

              ❛     exactly,     someone gets it   !     ❜     is this the time to be boastful of his own looks   ?     absolutely.     though rakan holds confidence over his own beauty,     though he knows that no beauty in piltover could ever compare to the bonny features he,     as a vastaya,     holds,     this truth is only reinforced by the opinions of others.     that,    &    ekko's words were an additional fuel to the fire,     continuously keeping him at the top of beauty's hierarchy.     ❛     don't get me wrong,     jayce's jawline isn't bad,     but it's nothing compared to mine's.     plus,     why spend your time watching someone with graying hair when you've got feathers as colorful as mine   !!     ❜

???     ///     voracites.

In   the   past   she’d   heard   similar   questions   from   others   dressed   in   black      &      red,   but   when   they   came   from   an   equal   the   sparkle   of   surprise   she   thought   dead   shimmered   anew   within   jade   optics.   An   equal   asking   about   the   decision   she’d   taken   always   sounded   like   judgement   rather   than   curiosity     (      perhaps   because   part   of   her   understood   the   implicit   treason      ),      &      although   sinking   claws   into   golden   feathers   was   a   quick   solution   to   the   discomfort   he’d   awaken   the   woman   never   abandoned   her   lax   stance.   With   dropped   shoulders      &      arms   folder   underneath   her   bosom   the   growing   tension   was   only   visible   in   contrasted   pupils,   perhaps   in   the   uneasy   flick   of   pointy   appendages   attached   to   crimson   crown   as   well   if   one   put   enough   attention.      ❝      You   are   quite   a   curious   bird,   aren’t   you      ?      Better   be   careful   with   that   tongue,   you   never   know   who   is   eager   to   get   a   new   one.      ❞ The   corners   of   scarlet-coated   lips   rose   for   a   cynical   smile   to   appear,      &      with   a   low   chortle   the   subject   was   avoided   for   as   long   as   she   refused   to   provide   an   answer.   She   couldn’t   stop   others   from   speaking   their   mind   just   like   they   couldn’t   force   a   tease   to   become   an   honest   reveal,   as   the   vastaya   enjoyed   it   like   a   domestic   feline   about   to   get   away   with   its   own   game   before   deciding   to   please   the   flashing   creature.      ❝      Not   a   spell   nor   coercion      ;      it’s   just   my   desire.      ———   What   I   crave   for   is   bonded   to   humans      &      through   false   obedience   they   loose   their   grip,   you   should   try   my   methods   sometime.      ❞      Guiding   one   clawed   digit   toward   his   chin   the   kiilash   found   a   moment   to   hold   his   face   in   place,   sharp   keratin   lightly   pressed   against   soft   flesh.   Katarina   didn’t   aim   to   hurt   his   skin   but   the   circling   motion   wasn’t   fondly   received   when   she   was   the   person   being   inspected,   so   better   was   to   encourage   his   steps   to   halt   if   he   hadn’t   decided   to   stop   already.      ❝      But   let’s   talk   about   you   instead.   The   capital   is   bare   meters   away      &      you   keep   wandering   like   nothing,   is   there   anything   in   particular   you’re   looking   for      ?      ❞

              inquisitive mind is rewarded with the curiosity of another,     hoping to bask in the light of rakan's own secrets,     his reason for being so near the capital.     what truth could he offer,     now matter how faux it may sound   ?     his curiosity got the best of him,     causing him to gravitate towards subservient kiilash     (   no,     she just mentioned her obedience wasn't genuine in any way.     a sly one she is,     if he's honest   ).     albeit he could conjure up a lie from his gut,     he wasn't granted much liberty,     what with her hands being in current possession of his face.     one wrong move    &    he may,     truly,     experience her true wrath.     murderous.     domineering.     death's hand is hers to command.     he's intrigued,     notwithstanding the fact his tracks were put to a halt.

              ❛     no special reason.     ❜     there,      a glib remark in his attempt to fool her.     cunning can rakan be,     knowing full well that it took to survive even the harshest human,     the deadliest beings of life.     naturally,     his object of perfect synergy     (   the one whose love captivated him,     whose feathers as sharp as her silver tongue   )     was missing,     so any attempt at combat could prove far too risky.     ❛     just thought i could help a lost kitty was all.     ❜     condescending comes his remark,     chuckle emitting from his throat.     his statement was the exact opposite of being careful,     who is he to deny a moment of fun,     a moment of that carefree nature he's come to oh,     so love.     he won't die.     not when he's got a cause to see to fruition alongside her.     ❛     you don't need my help,     from the looks of it.     ❜     there's truth to his words now,     head tilting to the side slightly,     curve of his lips raising to form that smug grin.

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

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@vengearrow​ said :   "Rakan... hold still for a second." Varus reaches for the back of his scarf, lifting the amulet out from underneath, and places it around Rakan's neck. The red jewel shimmers brilliantly in the sun on his chest, and Varus hums in approval. "As I thought... it looks good on you. Keep it."

              this warmth shall not go unnoticed.     to avert his gaze from it would be a betrayal of the heart's desires,     to silence an enlightened song of passion a deadly move that must not be executed     ———     pessimistic perceptions may insist on silencing it,     all in attempt to facilitate darkness's entrance to his heart,     its only motivation to deter rakan from chosen path     //     to stray from what heart deems right is to betray his beliefs,     to forsake what his heart beats for   !!     despite how convoluted the matters in his heart are,     to reject them is to reject himself.     growing sense of camaraderie between them nurtured through meticulous hands that cared for blooming flower,     growing,     living at base of his heart.     travel has only strengthened its resolve,     invoked muse to experience breath of life,     longed for after times of pure peril,     times where life itself had nearly been taken from rakan.     (   oh,     what's life without a little danger   ?   )

              beyond such delicate flora its seeds,     budding feeling of romance masked beneath guise of friendship,     very one he dared not break yet.     how peculiar such love came to be,     how unnaturally natural did it feel to fight at his side,     for their fates to be bounded to one another,     walking along same path,     shoulder to shoulder,     initially perceived impossibility becoming their reality.     through each conversation,     through each battle,     through each smile they offered one another at night's silence,     where naught but the stars are their witness     ...     through it all,     it became natural.     natural to be at his side,     where he belongs.     not for the warmth he provides     ——     said warmth a virtue,     albeit afterthought to the true prize    :    varus himself.     very man that gifts him amulet,     that accepts perceived reality of intertwined fates.     in this together 'till bitter end.

              ❛     thanks     ...     i think it looks good on me,     too   !!     ❜     he jests,     it's natural,     praise for himself,     bonafide chuckle emitting from his throat.     he hums,     observes the amulet for moment,     considering its color,     its significance,     how great it looked on varus,     how good it looks on him.     eventually,     he decides.     screw subtlety.     ❛     'course,     it looks just as nice on you.     then again     ...     there's never been a moment where you look bad at all.     you're pretty easy on the eyes.     ❜     see the grin forming on his lips   ?     see the rise of his brows,     the evident gaze that neared longing every passing second.     this road's destination     ...     shall it be cut short,     or shall it prove fruitful   ?     lady luck,     smile down on him.

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

meme.     /     accepting.

@quartlet​ said :   o we doing this???????? okay [ blindfold ]

              TO DANCE UPON THE FLAMES OF DANGER had been a viable way of producing entertainment,     be it evoking ire from men that had no control over own emotions,     thus constituting their subsequent violent attempts at ceasing life's song from blessing vastaya's ear     /     alas for them,     he does not so simply allow one to intervene,     his death is not nigh,     it is a whispered tale amongst the laypersons that believe each deed he takes,     each course of action seized,     is a death wish that facilitates death's chilly embrace.     ah,     how such could not be further from the truth.     /     life's song is one he's heard for oh,     so long,     no matter her repeated melody,     no matter how each verse is similar to another,     there was enough to decipher one note from the other,     enough knowledge of what makes the world go round that could be attuned into her performance.     she may be her own orchestra,     but rakan's attention will not falter.     for if a double bar drew near,     the end would only be evincing itself.     the climax of her piece had been reached.     it is reaching a velvety pianissimo,     each sound growing more silent     ...     yet rakan smirks.

              her song plays in the back of his head,     but for how long   ?     he opts to toy with fire again,     to lavish touches upon certain maestro's body,     to admire the scrawny stature that had been capable of doing oh,     so much.

              he knows,     he knows of the dangers that lurk within his course of actions,     he is astutely aware of how that gun,     tailored to his sense of fashion,     is loaded with the bullets of his undoing.     one.     that is all that's needed for him to become a beauteous work of art,     his feathers aflame    &    each limb in his body feeling the burning sensation as each part of him contorts into a phenomenal arrange of roses.     yes,     only he is capable of making scarlet liquid flowing through him to adopt the exterior of petals from beloved roses.     

              fingers delicately admire biceps,     gripping,     testing for a specific reaction.     to evoke even one noise,     a pleasured melody from jhin,     a sign that he enjoys this.     what comes next     ...     it's a blur.     one moment,     rakan's hands are roaming across clothed body,     an overt attempt to entice him,     to see if a virtuoso may so easily succumb to lust,     see him in a more vulnerable light.     /     there's one absolute truth he's come to accept,     that jhin himself is a poison he must not drink from,     that to bare any sort of heart to him may prove to hold dire consequences,     for a tale of love    &    care shall not prevail at the end of this story,     at the end of their story.     he cares naught for it.     if khada jhin is the chalice filled with very wine that held a transient moment of euphoria,     very one many warned rakan of to not drink from,     for death lies at the end of this cursed drink,     he would drink from it regardless of their pleas.     owed to his confidence in hearing life's song     ...     owed to his insatiable curiosity that wanted more of jhin.     more.     MORE   !!!

              it was to no avail.     sight had been relinquished,     albeit not permanently.     rakan finds himself on his knees,     blindfolded,     breath erratic for a moment as he attempts to recollect his memories of what occurred for it to lead here.     nothing.     a fool too lost in his own pleasure to connect what happened,     now he is left to hum,     wonder at what jhin plans to do.     the only man that could kill him had the upper hand here,     the only man who could so easily grant him chance to hear the end of life's performance holds the gift of sight,     even through that mask.     even then     ...     rakan smirks.     there is no attempt to remove the blindfold,     he does not stand up.     for now,     he shall play the part of an obedient nightingale    &    allow his song to do the talking.

              ❛     a blindfold   ?     ❜     intonation evinces his inquisitive tone,     as if judging this turn of events.     he isn't.     he likes it.     all it takes is a grin to know.     ❛     didn't think this was your style,     but i can't lie,     i'm digging it.     ❜     amused hum reverberates at his throat,     thinking it's time to be more bold.     verbally,     at least.     an offer,     if anything.     ❛     so,     tell me     ...     you gonna use my mouth now,     or what   ?     ❜

meme.     /     no longer accepting.

@herpleasvre​ said :   [ wall ] only if u want to tho

              the impact was sudden.     light flirting was always meant to escalate,     he knows that these honeyed string of words were meant to appeal to her,     charm the temptress beauteous woman before him     ———     a delicate approach is favored,     as a woman deserved the best treatment.     to not only grant her these slow,     gentle touches that he knew she craved from her hitched breathing alone,     each mewl was indication of forthcoming submission.     or so he thought.     a faint smirk is all he detected before the subsequent forceful shove.     back against the wall,     instigated by pair of sharp claws     (   at least,     that's what he thought them to be   ),     his surprise is to be expected.     to call this his usual rodeo would be deceitful    ;    however,     relinquishing control    &    bestowing it upon her     ...     it's a sudden change he's willing to accept.

              ❛     whoa,     ❜     tonal shift,     lowered voice,     thoughts processing these turn of events.     evelynn is not one to so easily forsake a position of power,     huh   ?     good.     good.     a woman who knows what she wants,     the type of woman who could gladly kick his ass    &    face no remorse shortly after     ...     danger always attracted him.     albeit he knows naught of her devious schemes,     nor how she embodies danger itself,     an innate desire gravitates him towards her,     it's what allows sharp nails to dig into her hips.     pain for pain.     he likes it.     ❛     didn't know you liked taking the lead.     dunno what you'll do with it,     babe     ...     but keep going.     ❜