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fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

so. we doing nsfw hcs, huh? let’s do this.

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              ❛     i don't really get it.     ❜     far more differences than he'd imagine,     rengar had more of a penchant for hunting than,     say,     dancing,     magic,     freedom   !!     only perceived similarity would be their titles as wanderers.     to travel across ionia    &    discover what this land had in store for them,     that was where their goals aligned or overlapped even a little bit,     right   ?     ❛     hunting   ?     not really my thing.     now,     if we're talking about dancing,     i'm sure i could teach you a thing or two   !     ❜       ///       @prxdestvkler

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   grasps his chin 😇

              how peculiar.     to have chin grasped like this is meant to be perceived as a gift,     the culmination of a warmth between two souls that dance,     dance.     /     one is meant to reign over land,     protect the greenery that nature's heavenly touch graced,     her teachings sacred    &    a promise of growth.     to nurture these small seeds into blooming flowers of varying hues,     conjuring a mosaic that man - made fabric could not wish to surpass that beauty,     they could not wish to replicate it,     for man's hands serve nature.     the other is meant to dwell within the depths of the ocean,     where few know that nature's touch cannot ever forge a bond between land    &    sea.     yes,     it does not matter how ravishing that presented exterior is,     it matters not what bonny colors he adorns     (   that is all he shall ever know   ),     mysteries lie abundant beyond this serene shore,     yet cerulean hues be only granted a perspective on what is meant to be seen.     the darkness beyond cannot be trod through so easily,     for freedom's end lies at those darkened depths that beckon him.     /

              this is no dance of warmth.     there is no innate love to be had.     what they have   ?     it's different,     but he is not caged.     to leave one's zone of comfort is to spread these wings    &    delve into the world's gifts,     to travel is to journey    &    experiment with what brings joy.     sharing that with others is so truly a virtue few have,     but to reject the side of him that is tempted    &    tempted    &    tempted by this man is to reject himself.     to dance with khada jhin is to accept the dangers of life,     it's to partake in elation through unorthodox means,     shun by level - headed ones that so feared placing their hearts in the hands of death's disciple.     (   what is reason if not an object that obstructs one from mingling with what is deemed pernicious   ?     what is reason if not what impedes growth.   )     is this growth   ?     don't ask him.     to live in the moment without worrying over future is a motto he's so since followed,    &    what great joy it brings him.

              ❛     oh,     so     ...     you wanted to touch me   ?     ❜     to not make an implication of the sort would be uncharacteristic,     to leave the virtuoso without a response would be to reject the self.     each sense in rakan's body is rising,     electrifying nearly,     shudder only barely escaping his lips as an icy touch is felt at bare back.     he hums.     leans into the touch,     their actions could speak for them.     a poem need not be spoken.     let it be performed,     let it be a stage where the only audience is they,     intertwined by a merciless fate.     what,     oh what could be more lovely than this   ?     ❛     going for my chin,     i'd rather you touch me somewhere else.     ❜     hand shifts,     journeys over to the only part where there's exposed skin,     pads gentle in their approach,     carefully touching bicep 'till one digit,     two digits,     three dance onward,     halting before forearm,     only to feel the expanse of skin as they rise once more,     firm grip near jhin's shoulder.     don't stop what you're doing.     ❛     unless     ...     maybe you want to be the one that gets touched tonight   ?     ❜     an open offer.     an open mind.     this dance they have is liberating.     many have clamored over how mystery itself should be feared.     the mystery of khada jhin,     however,     has successfully allured him.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@herpleasvre​ said :   sees his feathery tail, looks at her sharpened ones.. bats at his tail.

              oh,     what's she doing   ?     does she think herself better because her tails are just a little more sharpened then rakan's   ?     hm.     she might be right,     though getting him to admit that would be a difficult task.     he makes sure to return the favor,     anyway,    &    bats at her tail right back with his hand.     ❛     a little rude to do that out of nowhere,     huh   ?     ❜     &    he smiles so as to let her know his message is not out of hostility.     they were simply     ...     playing around.     nothing deep,     nothing bad.     ❛     only fair i do the same to you   !     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@oceanbrings​ said :   She is just going to admire his cape/wing and the beautiful feathers.

              ❛     take all the time you need,     ❜     is it his method of calling her out   ?     perhaps.     whether or not her gaze towards his feathers was meant to be stealthy or not,     he didn't really care.     her admiration of these beauteous,     nearly glimmering feathers was the attention he craved,     the eyes of his audience that he so performed for.     who could blame her for staring   ?     ❛     you aren't the first one to admire my feathers,     definitely not the last.     so tell me when you're all good   !     oh,    &    feel free to touch,     by the way.     they're as soft as they look.     ❜     is this all fueling his pride   ?     definitely.     is he going to make an effort to cease her stare   ?     nope,     why cease what he can't control.     (   if his beauty is truly so captivating others will stop to marvel at him,     is he the perpetrator   ?     or should they return to staring at the mundane activity they were previously caught up in   ?   )

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@finalwhispers​ said :   He is very, /very/ fixated on Rakan's cape. Whatever that terrible crooner is saying, he doesn't care. He wants the cape. Perhaps some glitter in the eyes will serve as a good distraction.....

              &    so does he march on with each futile word that escapes him,     trivial matters of his own accomplishments,     the fame    &    glory that has followed throughout extensive travels     /     same ones where all regard him as a beacon,     a light that facilitates the mirth residing within all's fatigued hearts,     rakan is a benign gift from fate     ———     it is her apology delivered through one charismatic individual,     his desire naught but entertainment     ———     no matter how convoluted he may be.     /     dulcet vocalization of achievements serves no material purpose,     as a transient moment of elation stems from presupposed assumption of another's undivided attention     (   all eyes on him,     as he is at the center of life's stage,     the audience there to behold him   ).     elation's demise,     however,     came at the rise of a common truth    :    his   '   cape   '   was the true object of attention.     albeit such should cause newfound joy,     rakan finds confusion coloring his own features,     wondering     ...      wondering how a simple cape could captivate one more than,     say,     his feathers.

              ❛     hey,     ❜     initial attempt at gaining jhin's attention,     though he's sure his words fell upon deaf ears.     no reaction.     only a focused gaze on his cape.     what courses through his mind   ?     did he want a closer look   ?     ❛     are you looking at my cape   ?     ❜     vocalizes the query roaming in his mind,     subsequently humming    &    allowing a grin to form on his lips now.     hand travels to the side of his own   '   cape   '    &    he pulls on it slightly,     carefully,     to show off more of it.     ❛     pretty great color,     am i right   ?     looks good on me   !     ❜     his feathers were a far more beauteous sight than this deceitful cape   !!

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   what are rakan's opinions on cock and ball torture 400 word essay go

to understand the complexities of cock and ball torture is to understand that it is an art form now appreciated by contemporary society, scarcely touched upon by previous generations. naturally, this type of thinking can lead one to conclude that rakan’s tribe, the lhotlan vastaya, did not know nor practice about cock and ball torture. that is to say, rakan had figured out what cock and ball torture was only after coming into more contact with human society, be it other people in ionia, maybe some people from demacia, noxus, the freljord, etc. the point is, this art form was something he discovered through others. to say that rakan dislikes cock and ball torture would be a faux statement, it’s downright erroneous as rakan, for one, loves the feeling of having his dick or balls smacked until they’re red or hurting.

cock and ball torture hold a certain level of sadomasochism, the one inflicting the pain being considered the sadist, and the one receiving the pain being considered the masochist. in the psychological and medical analysis on sadomasochism, “safe, sane and consensual: contemporary perspectives on sadomasochism,” darren langridge et al. describes cock and ball torture to have directly painful activities such as “genital piercing, wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation, kneeing or kicking.” ( langridge et al., 2008 ) taking these factors into account, it must be noted that rakan is one who derives sexual pleasure from pain inflicted onto him. this is not to say that he would not harm another for sexual pleasure, but for the purposes of this essay, rakan finds immense pleasure in receiving pain during cock and ball torture. albeit he is not receptive to some of these activities, such as “genital piercing” and debatably “wax play,” he is very much an advocate of gential spanking, ball-busting, urethral play, etc. this stems from rakan’s innate desire to have all attention on him. not to be confused with accepting bad attention as good attention, cock and ball torture, as an art form, should be consensual on both sides to him, even if he must undergo some form of humiliation.

with that being said, rakan finds great joy in participating in cock and ball torture. while he opts to be on the receiving end of things, coming from the side of him that is masochistic in nature. some will argue against this idea, attempting to refute this argument with “masochism does not align with rakan’s charismatic exterior,” and while i wish to agree with them, there is a particular line within league of legends that implies rakan is, indeed, leaning towards the masochistic side of sexual pleasure. this becomes evident in one of his quotes with his partner xayah, in which they have this brief exchange:

to obtain scars, one must acquire wounds. to acquire said wounds, one must undergo pain. rakan’s acceptance of xayah’s desire, whilst sounding chipper about it, supports the argument that he is, indeed, a masochist; ergo, being on the receiving end of cock and ball torture is a high possibility than saying he has no such desire.

ultimately, rakan enjoys the idea of cock and ball torture and would willingly participate in it given the chance. thank you for reading my essay!

CITATIONS:

Langdridge, Darren, and Meg Barker. Safe, Sane, and Consensual: Contemporary Perspectives on Sadomasochism. Palgrave Macmillan, 2013.

“Rakan/Quotes.” League of Legends Wiki, leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Rakan/Quotes.

                                 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍     𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒     𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊.

u know what fuck it, starter call with no cap, let’s go. mutuals only, as per usual!

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.     ❜

my support wanted to learn how to play Xayah so we ended up w/ what is essentially a personality-swapped bird duo

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@lightshielded​ said :   ' you shine so brightly. ' the dawn's light dancing about the blackened night was entrancing, the singularity's whispers ever louder in its presence. the dark star was slow with its movements, almost apathetic to how long his actions take, simply taking time to admire the star dust flicker out as it waft over him. lance in hand, the dark star corruptant glided towards the court's dawn. ' so bright and so warm ... but your light is fleeting, ephemeral. how lucky it must be to end so quickly. '

              ❛     &    a little funny you think that you even hold the power to suppress light.     ❜     the dark star's will remains resolute,     it wishes to obliterate all that has been created    :    these newborn stars,     the light of dawn that he beckons,     dusk's fall,     it wishes to cease this perpetual state of order    &    replace it with a dreadful chaos that lacked order.     it wanted all to only know darkness.     it wanted all to accept the dark star,     thereby granting a darkness that resides within all to manifest    &    overtake every aspect of one's being.     for one that controls the dawn,     he is all too aware of what light's sacrifice may lead to,     how these actions may facilitate an inevitable end,     causing his undoing,     thus relinquishing this gift of light bestowed unto him.     

              there's a cant of his head,     a collected smile     (   more akin to a smirk,     with corner of his lips tugged upwards   ),     he speaks    &    his words are soft,     forsaking the once boisterous persona to adopt a steadfast stance.     he shall not fall.     ❛     light never ends,     ❜     singular limb shifts,     slow,     index curling,     pressing between lip    &    chin,     arctic hues landing upon presumed object of his undoing.     a single lance.     an unfamiliar weapon.     no matter how alien it may seem,     the art of combat is a dance he is all too familiar with.     the dark star knows naught of dance    &    its beauty.     to this,     the advantage is his.     ❛     doesn't matter if dawn sets    &    darkness paints the sky     ...     the dawn will always rise.     ❜     it's his task as the court's dawn to shine.

aight since i saw some interest, here’s a league of legends rpc discord server! :)c

be sure to read the rules!

Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “This is the touch of my lips to yours… this is murmur of yearning,”]

more getting to know the mun

rules: Tag 9 people who you want to get to know better

top 3 ships: in...general? or for rakan? bc if it’s in general, kotetsu/barnaby, sast.iel, and dimicl.aude are some Really big faves that i think are gonna always be top 3! if we’re talking for rakan specifically, i gotta go ahead n be bias with my ships: rakan/xayah, rakan/jhin, and rakan/kayn are three big faves, in no particular order!!

last song: i’ve really been vibing with dareharu’s karma song. it sounds incredibly melancholic and the visuals are just breathtaking to me, i can listen to it all night long!!

last movie: .................tiger & bunny: the rising

last book: i read “on beauty” by zadie smith!

what food are you craving right now?: sushi and some curry sounds so good rn......i miss eating it so much

tagged: @bxstiae​ ( thank u so much btw!!! ) tagging: @quartlet​ @drorious​ @chronodriven​ @obsidiantias​ @ofsights​ @shadowhelmed​ @zhrets​ bro i don’t have the brain cells for the rest. if u wanna do this say i tagged u LKDJHGJH

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !

    do   you   want   a   certain   kind   of   ship   with   my   muse  ?   check   out   the   key   below   &   send   me   a   symbol   to   tell   me   what   kind   of   ship   you   want   !     note  :    my   muse   =   blog   owner’s   muse     /     your   muse   =   sender’s   muses

romantic relationships !

💘  friends to lovers ❣️  enemies to lovers 💜  love at first sight 💙  slow burn 💚  skinny love 💔  exes to lovers again 🖤  on again , off again

familial relationships !

🌼  older sibling 🌺  younger sibling 👭  twins 🌻  friends like siblings 🍃  cousins 🌵  parental

friend relationships !

☀️   best friends 🌦   enemies to friends 🌈   friends since childhood  ⛅️  friends of circumstance  ☁️  school friends  🌩  friends from traumatic experiences

enemy relationships !

🔪   friends to enemies 💣   stole something from my muse 🔦   stole something from your muse 🗡   bullied my muse 🔫   bullied your muse ⚔️   family feud 🛠   fueds between mutual friends ❌   guilty by association

     permanent starter call.   hey y’all, here’s a permanent starter call for me to keep track of who’d be totally ok with me sending them random starters, asks, memes, or IMs!!! if you like this, you’re completely fine with me doing the aforementioned. this is exclusively open to mutuals, as per usual!

meme.     /     selectively accepting.

@shadowhelmed​ said :   *drops down to one knee* [ choke ], my liege

              this was bound to happen.     /     they stand at opposite sides of a battlefield,     life's game has dictated that they become one another's enemy,     for their causes    &    beliefs lie in conflict,     sparking desires for war    &    battle,     for one side to prevail victorious with erroneous perception of said victory coming from a just background.     the ends do not justify the means.     a canary must sing nature's song,     hear her reverent melodies that stir devotion    &    love for her creations,     for the wild magic whose freedom directly affects all life around it    ;    there is no question to it,     it must be left intact.     to limit such for another's cause is to rebuke nature's teachings,     it is to manipulate her benevolent will    &    transform an amiable love into a malicious force   !!     to commit atrocities all in the name of an order   !!!

              notwithstanding a resolute heart that wishes to paint all a part of said order as malevolent,     there was kayn who proved to be distinct.     perchance will he acknowledge that it is the folly of his own sentiments to become involved with one so closely associated with an order he's devoted himself to abolishing,     though the initial intent was to deceive.     this veneer attached to rakan's face found more uses than simply charming,     the act of befriending a foe for intel is just,     for is it not a fool that shall be punished for misplacing trust so carelessly   ?     but who must bear the title of fool   ?     kayn   ?     no.     even if original intent was to deceive,     even if their friendship had been found on initial lies,     that will disappeared the more he came to know him.

              each conversation served one absolute purpose    :    bring to light the plans of the order that threatens his home,     that threatens the magic coursing through these divine trees,     the humid air that felt refreshing no matter the time of day.     all what was brought to light     ...     was a newfound care for him,     came with a silent denial,     an inner conflict where he rejects these sentiments,     while a side of him advises him to accept it.     accept he cares for kayn,     that whenever the frown on kayn's lips curved into a smile,     no matter how small,     its power to brighten room was indubitable     ———     that whenever he bared his heart to rakan,     rakan would accept it,     he would not shatter this trust they've built,     knowing that trust itself is fragile    &    can never truly be recuperated if broken.     each time they gazed at one another,     each time dawn threatened with sun's calling,     rakan was aware of his own feelings    :    the feeling of not wanting to leave,     that sentiment of i want to protect you.     a force that cannot be trampled by time itself,     one that life cannot wish to understand,     no matter the desire for chaos    &    conflict,     the force of love prevails within rakan's heart even in war.

              now     ...     they lie in bed,     kayn atop rakan's form,     pressed deep within him,     hands placed against hips,     steady rhythm adopted to make things easier for him.     to call this just sex would be a sin in of itself,     it would be a blatant lie,     kept in control,     for to grant it autonomy in their relationship would prove disastrous.     /     though communication is a struggle,     though the path of what they have is rocky    &    it may never come to perfect fruition,     that's ok,     they have each other.     to tread upon dangerous,     mysterious path with another is a risk far greater than going alone,     rakan's pride shall give him needed strength to move forward.     /     pressing against kayn is an act to have more of him,     for him to press deeper without fear,     it is rakan's manner of agreeing through their passionate act that kayn may do as he pleases.     then,     comes the unexpected,     hands come to wrap around his neck,    &    he gasps.

              ❛     whoa,     what're you     ...     ❜     perplexed at first on his actions,     then digits begin to press down against his next,     efficaciously preventing oxygen to flow from air to lungs,    &    albeit his hands come up to grab kayn's wrists,     subsequent words betray his actions.     ❛     don't stop.     ❜     conflicting feeling of pain    &    pleasure,     an amalgamation of both is seeded at the root of his heart,     it grows    &    grows until it's overflowing.     it's not passion,     it's not trust per se,     but by far is this one of the more audacious acts he's ever allowed.     to trust someone with hands around his neck,     it's new.     he doesn't want it to end,     he won't allow it to end.     ❛     keep going,     keep choking me,     keep fucking me.     i'll     ...     tell you if it's too much,     i promise.     ❜

meme.     /     selectively accepting.

@death-from-below​ said :   [ praise ] uwu

              to relieve their desires.     that was the purpose of this,     no heart must drip onto his actions,     they must all be guided by a lecherous want that overtakes his body,     overrides emotion    &    reasonable thought     (   not like the latter mattered much here,     anyway   ),     allows each touch to be void of deep care,     only a superficial level of it is exhibited.     rakan is rough,     because he feels it's right,     because he knows that this is what pyke wants.     the mewls that escaped trembling lips were indicative of such,     stems from the touch at his chest,     where rakan's hands maintain their focus,     groping,     rubbing.     eliciting each whimper,     each moan that coalesced with clarity to form rakan's name drove him to further extents,     to continue touching    &    touching such a touch starved individual for no other purpose than to please.     himself   ?     pyke   ?     ...     a query without an absolute answer.

              ❛     yeah,     you like that   ?     ❜     there,     each feature shifts to form a smug countenance,     evincing his own amusement of pyke's words of praise,     the pleas that told him he's amazing at this.     the begging request,     don't stop,     it fuels rakan's ego.     pride dwells deep within his heart,     within this lust that burns through his body,     very one that has him pressed against pyke.     can he feel it   ?     it's a wonder,     but he's sure he can.     ❛     lose the mask,     babe     ...     ❜     a hand's travel is sluggish,     but eventually tugs at the bandana,     nonverbal request for its removal.     he wants to see him.     ❛     your eyes are nice,     but i wanna see you.     all of you.     ❜

meme.     /     accepting.

@drorious​ said :   [ denial ] ,,,,,,,,,hello

              pride would dictate his visage to keep a collected exterior,     to not give in    &    allow the hand at his cock to contort his features.     rakan refuses to relinquish control,     especially when it's draven,     a worthy rival that declared his perfection to be the only absolute beauty,     that he is more handsome than rakan.     he refuses such an assertion,     thinks it ludicrous,     thinks a battle of prides may be so easily settled with a battle of wits,     not an orthodox one    :    no dance,     no battle,     simply a test of     ...     endurance.     who could tease better   ?     who could last longer   ?     who was more skilled   ?     at least,     that was the initial intent.     opting to go first was a prideful act,     to allow himself to be touched    &    ...     reduced into this moaning mess,     it's embarrassing.

              rakan's hips buck into draven's hand,     seeking a comfortable rhythm whose action is ceased by sudden squeeze,     sudden halt of the strokes,     the gasps escaping his lips transitioning into groans of frustration    &    it only earns draven a glare.     each time rakan feels a bubbling warmth building itself up at his groin,     its tracks come to spontaneous end,     as if man before him could read each    &    every expression on rakan's face.     he hates it.     (   wipe that damn smile off your lips   !!!!!   )     act of submitting to another is not an act holds any aversion for,     but mere fact it's a rival of all people he's submitting for,     it sucks.     it sucks he's not allowed to cum,     that draven's in control,     that rakan leans against him for support    &    hears phonic vibrations that evince his chuckle.     he finds this amusing,    &    rakan's irked that he does too     ...     it feels amazing.

              ❛     fuckin'     ————     just let me cum.     ❜     exasperated breath is delivered,     strained as he utilizes the only tactic he's sure would work,     even if it did damage his pride.     ❛     you're being unfair,     i'm beggin' ya,     just make me cum,     i need to.     please.     ❜     he may be out of breath,     he may be initiating yet another futile attempt at bucking into draven's hand,     but he knows one thing's for sure     ...     one way or the other,     once it's his turn to eat draven out,     his goal is no longer to make him cum fast,     it is to hear prideful performer beg for him in turn.

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.     /     accepting.

@shurima-demigod​ said :   [Good] because mun is curious and bored.

              IT'S A RATHER RARE OCCURRENCE FOR HIM,     finally finding one that is taller than him,     one rakan has to crane neck back for,     so that oceanic gems can be graced with the visage of the ascended    &    how hungry he looked.     yes,     he,     too,     wanted this.     hand at rakan's hip is evident of that,     very one that sunk sharp digits into him,     urging him to move forward,     urging desired friction.     (   he dares to defy an order such as his,     albeit lust's fire burns from within,     nasus wins this round for he may subdue vastaya who wears freedom's heart on his feathers.   )     rakan voraciously bucks his hips against nasus's,     sating the silent command he was given,     craving the electrifying friction that sparked something new,     very one that would excite ichor into traveling south,     south.     he's growing harder in his lap,     leaning forward with arms wrapped around his form,     body pressed against his,     arousal rubbing against defined torso,     ironic how tables have turned.     supposed advantage initially his,     perceived that his charms had nasus at first,     now   ?     perhaps it's the other way around,     not like rakan minds.

              ❛     ...     huh   ?     ❜     there's praise,     good boy,     assurance that by following his commands,     he does good.     who knew     ...     two words could fuel desire even more   ?     who knew that it would be why incisor sank into his bottom lip,     evokes a deep intake of breath,     before his own hand now travels down,     feeling the expanse of taut muscle on the way to nasus's chest.     he gently gropes,     steady gaze kept there before he,     yet again,     looks up     ———     an action he's not tired of     ———     &    allow a smirk to grow onto his lips.     he's digging this a little too much.     ❛     yeah,     guess i am.     normally i'd be a little more impatient,     maybe i am,     but     ...     ❜     he hums,     leaning forward,     proposal ready to slip through his lips.     ❛     call me that again,     i'll let you take the lead,     sound good   ?     ❜     as if nasus didn't already have this songbird wrapped around his finger already.

@feyquil​ said: 

may i do a [ kiss + soft ] with a mix of [ love ] ? :0c

nsfw muse reaction prompts // accepting, but slow.

THE LHOTAN’S TOUCH IS AS MESMERIZING AS ITS OWNER, painted in glorious gold & amber as he cups his face, draws zelgius nearer with a firm yet kind hand. he leans into the touch like a moth is drawn to flame; rakan is patient despite what many may assume from his effervescent performance and despite his reticent partner’s anxious, yearning touch, running through the soft feathers on his shoulder. he kisses him and it’s like a kiss with a soul of itself, something fantastic, a taste of magic upon the tongue that parts his lips. 

he could grow used to it, zelgius thinks, he could grow used to this warmth—to feeling wanted, despite his flaws, despite his broken, jagged pieces. 

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meme.     /     accepting.

@obsidiantias​ said :   [ adore ] (^:

              how'd they get here   ?     /     fate's path had always been a mystery,     darkness shrouded the road forward,     even if it was the only road one could ever take    ;    with each step,     an opportunity for light to shine on this darkness.     with each step,     careful    &    meticulous,     solitary    &    with another,     something new each time.     be it their meeting,     no matter how long ago it was,     no matter the initial rivalry on rakan's side,     or the unending truths that came to light with each conversation.     it was always something new between them.     /     now,     here they lie in bed,     future uncertain,     but they care naught for it    ;    no,     no,     what mattered most was the present.     what mattered most was each other.

              admittedly,     he prefers their positions to be reversed,     for him to be on top ,     to be marveling down at zelgius    &    every little detail he could note.     (   that smile made of honey reserved for none other than him,     the doe - eyed gaze he sought for,     they were a treasure rakan cherished.   )     now   ?     he finds himself back to mattress beneath him,     albeit soft bed could never match the delicate touches zelgius gave him,     the way his fingers roamed over his body,     the way they danced    &    touched every part that could elicit velvety gasp from touch alone.     it's divine,     it's amazing,     it's zelgius that runs a hand over his chest,     pressing hips down against rakan's.     the intent was never to allure,     he doesn't think so,     he feels special.     fragile,     a careful treasure in supposed lover's eyes,     a temple worthy of worship through more than just dulcet vocalizations.

              not as if he particularly minded,     for the benevolent words flowed naturally,     they were never empty.     zelgius's heart delivered those sonants with a passion for him,     &    who is rakan to reject the advances of a tattered heart he cares for   ?     who is he to deny the love blooming in his heart for him,     him,     who has only ever questioned himself    &    his identity     (   they're jealous of his beauty,     they envy what they cannot have,     for zelgius belongs to no one.     even as they are together,     they are each other's but do not belong to one another.     their paths have conjoined,     decision to move onward together is of their own volition   ).

              he loves him.     he indulges in it,     in the barrage of kisses at one side of his neck,     in the traveling hand that rests on the other side.     rakan breathed,     a reminder that this is real as he cranes his neck,     granting more access,     desiring more from him.     more of those soft kisses,     more of that new sensation pressing against him     ———     it's hard.     it's hard to breathe consistently,     his breaths were short,     edging closer to panting than actually breathing     ———    &    he basks in it.     basks in the glory of this newfound feeling,     distinct from the many times he's bed someone    ;    their touches were rough,     he was rough,     previously uncaring    &    meant naught more than to satiate lust's fire,     reduce it to a dying ember.     but not with him.     lust may be a factor,     yet it is never at the forefront here,     it is their love that grants them ability to be careful,     to treat each touch as magical,     to truly care for not just the act itself,     but the indubitable fact that it's with each other    &    they care,     they care.

              ❛     zelgius     ——     ❜     out of breath,     the reverent touches,     the meaningful whispers of praise     ...     he yearns for a perpetual loop of this moment,     for time's sand to come to halt    &    grant them this quiet blessing    :    to remain with one another in their room,     away from public's eye.     for their act to go on forever.     to love him uninterrupted.     it is a selfish wish,     one that fate will not grant,     for that alone he must make the most of it.     ❛     please,     ❜     rakan doesn't recall when his arms wrapped around zelgius,     when his sharp nails gently dragged down the back of scarred flesh,     when one hand carded through azure hair    &    grasped it to keep him close.     fuck.     ❛     keep     ...     going.     i trust you.     ❜     cerulean hues sought verdants,     yet that desire must be withheld for now,     left for the upcoming act,     their shared act of love.

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

❥     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.