i didn’t get to properly participate in sinday so i just wanna say: rakan has no gag reflex and he’s proud of it :)
Star Guardian Rakan by 你是路过人间被藏在星河里的太阳
@feyquil said:
defender of tomorrow? you need to defend your hair from whoever’s giving you a haircut like THAT!
martel swears a vein in his forehead his about to pop; as they stand, he can almost see it, the headlines—bird vastaya gives defender of tomorrow a heart attack! wow, what a great way to make his return to piltover memorable.
instead of letting anger get the best out of him, jayce approaches the vastaya with a smile (it’s more a show of his perfect pearly whites than a proper smile, but who really cares? he certainly doesn’t—). leaning in, he presses his index finger to the lhotan’s bare chest. “–you are so very lucky i can’t make you into skewer without ruining my reputation, bird boy, but lemme tell you something–” he grins, then, and he’s a far, far cry from the man on the posters. “there’s more than one way to skin a rabbit, or in your case, a parrot.”
lies & deceit truly will guide him to some of the most peculiar of adventures. previous ones were short - lived, involved nothing but a little bit of walking, perhaps sneaking into somewhere, enjoy the moment, all familiar jazz he's dealt with before. only few ever lasted longer than those brief trips. one, in particular, had him crossing over a city or two. no problem for him ! but this ? this is on a grander scale than his previous adventures. he's set off to wander ionia, almost top to bottom to fulfill promise of unbinding him from his bow. that promise held not a speck of truth. but oh, at least he can talk without fearing that death is looming over him, or rather, shooting deadly arrows his direction.
❛ so ... ❜ there's a hum, & he's wondering what type of conversation they could have. something to fill the awkward silence between them. ❛ you're how many years old ? i know this is the 5th time i've asked, but i just need to make sure you aren't pulling my leg here ! ❜ /// @blightbrought
K & R
K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?
i like to think rakan’s a good kisser! but this comes mostly from my own speculation that he’s like…….got experience w/ it from how much of a charmer he is, if that makes sense? there’s those kisses he’s had that didn’t really mean anything, and then there’s the kisses he’s shared with xayah that mean the world to him – both require a different level of skill, i like to think. one’s meaningful, deep, and the other might be more hedonistic in nature than it is significant to him. that skill comes with the experience of him being a good kisser, though!
R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?
i think this one’s a bit obvious, but he’s very much a romantic in every sense of the word! he’s got an idea of what his love is and what it means to be romantic and in love which can, of course, lead to a very idealized ( or romanticized, you could say ) idea of how to act when he’s in love. it’s……excessively sweet if i’m honest, and kinda cheesy, but. it’s how he’s best able to convey those feelings! thank u for coming to my ted talk as to why rakan is such a romantic
x / @voracites
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.
❛ you call yourself the boss, but isn't that just a title you're hiding behind, or something ? they usually say guys like you are the weakest of the bunch. pretty interesting, ain't it ? ❜ /// @halvett
nice draven cosplay
draven wants what i have
aight since i saw some interest, here’s a league of legends rpc discord server! :)c
be sure to read the rules!
❛ we sure made it out of that one, huh ? ❜ another mission where he'd gone astray from the plan, opting to follow his own instincts that dictated his actions should revolve around distracting the guards ( not too far off from the original plan, but he had no time to worry over minute details ), proven successful with the execution of another rescue. despite their success, far too many close calls drew them closer toward's death's dance, yet their energy toppled over even death itself ——— so long as there is that guarantee that he can protect xayah, the strength to prevail shall never falter to the harsh winds of death. his strength, a fire, will always be rekindled in those moments. then, later, attempt to lighten any burden that her heart may bear. ❛ you all right, xayah ? you look a little tired. ❜ /// @blcdecaller