aight since i saw some interest, here’s a league of legends rpc discord server! :)c
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' seasons, they will change. life will make you grow. death can make you hard. everything is temporary, everything will slide. but, they say, love will never die. ' ( birds, imagine dragons )
it strikes him as odd at first. hearing royalty's words escape him so effortlessly, preaching on universal topics that can be found at the base of anyone's heart : desire to live, aversion for death, hopeful for love, love, love. ' life will make you grow, ' it's a typical statement, isn't it ? how traversing through life's bog & withstanding its treacherous obstacles is what builds character ? he thinks that's it. many times has it landed upon his ears & many times has he reaffirmed that notion. rakan's own life wasn't without its own turmoil ; rather, danger beckoned him forward, cause he'd die for setting him in the most dangerous situations ——— not like he didn't enjoy it, though. there was a thrill to be found in it, taunting others & making out of it with every bone intact. that's what he thinks, at least.
❛ love won't ever die. ❜ rakan deliberately echoes jarvan's words, humming & a grin forms on his lips. ❛ 'cause i do think that, say, love makes you do something crazy, you'd still die feeling it & all. that love, i mean. ❜ clears his throat, delivering a confident nod, pearly whites slightly visible as edges of his lips continue curving upwards into a fonder & fonder smile. again, again, she's on his mind. just like it's always been. just like it always will be. ❛ maybe they're right. love won't ever die, but that's only if you ask me ! ❜ immediately his tone changes, heavy - hearted somber moments just weren't his thing ! ❛ take it from me, i've got an 80% chance of being right. 10% chance of being a little off the mark, & that last 10% ... it might look like i'm off the mark, but i'm actually right on the center ! so, really, it's actually 90%. isn't that interesting ? ❜ /// @lightshielded
so. we doing nsfw hcs, huh? let’s do this.
rakan’s dick is literally just seven inches. yes he takes pride in it.
rakan likes to switch, through and through! while he’s happy to mostly give up the position of control n let someone top him, he also likes topping, so like. don’t write him off as just a bottom 100% of the time!
rakan’s nipples n pecs are sensitive, it’s the area where he likes to be touched the most! just groping him there, grabbing his nipples and playing with them a bit, that’s enough to make him flinch & let out a heavy breath, absolutely refusing to moan. ofc, if you’re persistent, he’s bound to moan at some point.
he’s really good with his mouth, probably because he doesn’t have a gag reflex? but aside from that, it’s likely because he knows how to use his tongue, how to suck someone off real good without any problem.
rakan’s a missionary type of guy, and that’s that on that. be it for a simple fuck n go or one of the more intimate moments where hearts become one, he will opt mostly for mission. unless you want to ride him -- or he rides you? that’s an exception he’s willing to make.
speaking of simple fucks and intimate moments, how rakan goes about the two is very different. one is mere fuckbuddy potential or one night stand, the other is if he truly, deeply cares for you enough to love you. in the former, his movements are more impatient, or he’s working slow to deliberately tease & get you to bed. everything feels more desperate, more hungry. if it’s intimate, he takes his time, really does, and in lieu of whispering dirty phrases, meant to turn you on, he’s working specifically to try and make you feel loved. comforted. he’s incredibly passionate, asks you if you’re enjoying it, if you’re ok, he prioritizes your comfort the most. it’s not a simple minimal conquest for pleasure, it’s his time to show you how much he loves you through his actions & not just his words. it’s one of the few times he abandons his cocky demeanor to be serious and put you at the forefront. it’s his method of loving.
...............anyway he likes scratching your back if you’re topping him. he wants to leave his own marks one way or another. speaking of marking, please kiss and bite his neck. he loves that. likewise, he’ll do the same, whenever given the opportunity!
ALSO AFTERCARE. he’s really good at aftercare. there’s always going to be praise and cuddles after sex. well. depending on the muse ig FDLJHFDLJH
rakan’s willing to try anything once, honestly? but if he doesn’t like it he’ll let u know, just so they never rly do it again.
rakan isn’t afraid to use his charms to try and seduce someone, since all is fair in love and war. ofc, the sex there is bound to be shallow, since you might see him as an object to derive pleasure from, just as he’ll see you.
this is honestly just an idea more than it is a hc but. can u use magic during sex? no? well now you can! i say fuck the orthodox principles that try to bound me LFDJHDFH
lux. /// finalsparke.
❛ rakan ? ❜ there’s a twinge of panic that laces in her words and uncertain movements , head twists and turns in every direction to find where ever he was at. she was not the most perceptive , obviously , but lux eventually sees him. her hands mingle together , mimi hovering just over her shoulder in a comforting manner.
but she can do anything to feel comforted. her jaw tightens , feet shift to take steps back , ( to turn , run , whatever it took to get away from another problem she had been confronted with. ) it was a weakness of hers , to avoid confrontation and avoid generally anything that made her uncomfortable. but this ? seeing rakan like this ? was more than uncomfortable. damning , almost.
lux half - expects xayah to pop out of the shadows and kill her. it was not outside of the realm of possibilities , and she does her best to keep this in mind.
❛ i wouldn’t say special is the right word , ❜ her eyes shift around , trying to find an out , feet still shuffling to stay out of his literal shadow. ❛ we’re all star guardians , we all have our own strong suits. ❜ words tumble out past her lips , trying to make idle conversation.
AS EXPECTED OF A FAUX LEADER, bestowed a title that she has no right of holding. in his eyes, she may be the brightest star in their team, burning, shining, lux is the hope of the future, a promise for starlight's rebirth, she is a beacon quietly revered by all ——— even those that held their own criticisms perceived the blossoming potential that lied dormant within her. / precisely why her fall would be a tragedy for all to behold, a horizon where the sun sets, darkness taking ahold of all, control seized & power granted to damned brat zoe. it would all be for her. for careless promises that would trade one life for the other, where a corrupted heart ( hers, hers, the one that's embraced this darkness, that refuses to chase the light /// her choice made long ago, but was this choice hers to make ? ) may see that sublime glimmer, a promise of purity, be restrained by peace's teachings. it's all for her.
albeit this solitary mission is for him to take, a steady breath & hardened heart does what it deems necessary, worrying not over trifling details. if one must be hurt, if one must be threatened, he is prepared to become the villain of the story. this is one where happiness is a theory, a pre - supposed fact that all can experience, but grief's grasp cannot be understated, it is foreboding & it is near, it never discriminates ; child, adult, human, star guardians, none can escape it. this is a story where loss is inevitable. & he accepts that. while there must be a sacrifice for a grand finale, what leads up to it cannot be forsaken, it is just as important as the main act. a gradual build up that shall leave his audience in awe at his gallant voice, his beloved dance. for now, this was a necessity.
❛ right, right, we all have our strong suits, that's just it. ❜ familiar vocal vibration follows his statement, it's a hum, all too relaxed, as if he enjoyed this. he strides towards her, refusing her an escape from his shadows, for that would be absolving her of responsibility, absolving her of that discomfort that paints every feature of her face. / mimi can't save you. / albeit he's a threatening force, a reborned version of rakan ( he is no longer that amiable man of the past, very one who would generously offer to sing, to soothe his team's anxieties ), the light eludes his smirk, but he is still rakan. whatever her plan was, idle conversation, he takes the bait, stalls on his own actions. knowingly ? unknowingly ? no idea. it's unimportant.
❛ because we're star guardians, we're special, isn't that right ? ❜ he's not asking for elucidation, he's simply echoing her words. ❛ you really are pathetic. ❜ she sees through rose colored lenses, the idealized world of a romantic, where nature blooms, the sun radiates, & chaos is but a myth of the past. what a fucking joke. ❛ if all star guardians were special in their own right, then all of them would work together, right ? ❜ a moment of silence, the ire becomes more evident in his eyes, it contorts his features, his triumphant grin is gone, lips pursing into a frown cursed by the past, by his own fall !!! brows furrow, & he maintains a leveled volume, refusing to let her see emotion's effects. ❛ if all star guardians were special, i wouldn't have been left to die. me & xayah weren't saved. miss basic didn't look back. she got herself out. do you really believe anything you're saying, lux ? ❜
❛ watch your step ! ❜ small folly's not going to put a dent in their travels, though he's swift in his movements anyway, making sure to catch her before she could fall. phew. ❛ be careful. ground's a bit slippery here, you don't wanna fall from this height. ❜ exaggerating ? probably. it's expected of him. /// @ofsights
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”
would you, maybe, possibly, perhaps want to dream with me?
private, highly selective lillia, the bashful bloom from league of legends. written by libra.
kayn. /// inumbrate.
for @feyquil / lyric starters / accepting.
❛ there’s a vulture on my shoulder and he’s telling me to give in… always hissing right in my ear like it’s coming from my own head… ❜ his first words come low in a whisper as a subtle ache pulses at his temple, it wasn’t one of his best night’s sleep. hesitance is admittedly palpable, not aiming to shatter rakan’s ever optimistic seeming mood… but he crave the other’s encouragement, ❛ … it’s got me mixed up, trying not to give up — tell me there’s a way to get out of here. ❜ [ fixed at zero by versaemerge ]
❛ don't fall for it. that's what you have to do first. ❜ & onward do his words of encouragement come, drawn out with a natural ease, he could deceive one into thinking this was a common trait of his. it wasn't. not necessarily. optimism bloomed at his heart, yes, albeit never has he continuously used it for a human. except for kayn, but he doesn't mind. he can't. knowing what hell he's faced, sympathy & empathy bring out dulcet songs of inspiration. not ... actual songs, though. ❛ you can't give up so easily, y'know ? it's ... part of the battle. not giving up, giving it all you've got 'till the end ! try thinkin' of yourself in some sort of tunnel or forest. it's dark & everything around you's trying to get you to give up. but look at that ! a helping hand, ❜ up comes his own hand extended towards him with brightest, elated grin. rakan thinks it adds a bit more pizzazz to the story. ❛ it can't help you in your battle, but it's a reminder that it's there to help. there's a way out, a light, you know it ! ❜
you know exactly what tf is going on!!!!!!!!!!
so can y’all get yone’s name right now? or???