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ok here’s an exhaustive, tentative ship tier list for rakan! some things aren’t like 100% concrete, if i vibe w/ a ship it’s always bound to move up so who knows

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.

❥     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.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@yuanfena​ said :   yasuo lifts a tentative hand , pad of his index brushing along the underside of rakan's fur tipped ear - a near imperceptible friction. " hm " a quiet hum , " sorry " he adds as he slowly lowers his hand back to rest on his side , corners of his lips tipping upwards , " couldn't help seeing if they were as soft as they look "

              often are feathers considered most important aspect of him,     usual for them to be at center of another's attention,     considered as the most beauteous aspect of his person     (   every part of rakan is beautiful,     he is beauty itself,     no such thing as flaw on his exterior   ),     for their colors were warm    &    their surface velvety,     heiled by the many onlookers as a demonstration of a softness fabricated by nature's divine hands.     all appreciation welcomed,     for it was praise,     verbal or not,    &    he liked that.     /     one may consider touch itself a minute act,     but not him     ———     no,     its significance amounted to greater than initially perceived,     perchance approaching insurmountable in his eyes,     as it served as generous indicator that his allure was effective.     that others considered him meritorious enough to be granted attention through curiosity's means.     it sated his blatant desire,     a need for some form of praise.     /     such is customary when it came to feathers,     but what of these ears,     whose softness went unnoticed,     whose condition kempt for the sake of flashy appearance,     whose silk - like surface had never been touched.

              how foreign is touch's blessing    &    how abrupt   !!     /     not a thought of that desire had crossed mind in a while,     though upon receiving it,     it elicits the softest hum imaginable,     vocal vibration brushing against lowest tonality,     leaning towards singular digit 'till     ——     ugh.     golden opportunity,     transient as it was,     had been revoked,     an apology in its place.     the only apt response   ?     a huff     &    brief groan,     interlaced with displeasure.     /     yes,     foreign was that touch at first,     though he enjoyed it.     ear's twitch is slight,     head cants to the side,    &    azures shift to scan caramel before moving onto the rest of yasuo's features.     though,     rising grin is most pivotal change     (   infectious,     capable of making rakan's pursed lips curve into minuscule grin,     compounded with brief chuckle   ),     it was home to a boundless curiosity     (   rakan thought so,     at least   ).     who is he to deny a friend such an implicit request   ?

              ❛     y'know,     ❜     characteristic lilt makes itself present in voice,     innate rhythmic tone,     befitting of dancer    &    singer alike.     ❛     if you wanted to know whether or not my ears were soft,     just ask   !     ❜     carefree,     not a drop of anger in his voice    ;    even now,     he is cool,     he remained mischievous,     he liked having his ears touched.     head tilts ever so delicately towards yasuo,     overt invitation through nonverbal means,     he can't just say no to that,     right   ?     ❛     you can touch 'em,     go ahead.     take is as a thanks.     what for   ?     dunno   !    but,     i'm sure i owe you some form of gratitude.     ❜

whats  your  muses  position?

oh well, that’s that on that!

sylas.     ///     unshackles.

               ❛ surely, you must jest, ❜ he mutters, imperative. leading a direct and mindless assault into the enemy territory without elaborate planing beforehand doesn’t exactly sit right with him. he’s done it before and it almost lead to his demise. after all, despite their ostensible ignorance and the ever so present feigned harmony, demacians never dive into a battle without a plan of action. and part of that mindset has stuck with him. doesn’t take more than one failure for him to become tenfold wary for the prospects of another battle. to his misfortune, they always seem to be prepared. be it day or night, his targets are always attentive of incoming ambushes. 

                ❛ they may be ignorant, however, they’re not stupid, ❜ he lectures, his voice stern and steady. it doesn’t take him long to shoot rakan a diverted glance, his brows arched in feigned disbelief. ❛ if you wish so, i can put you in the front lines. you’re too fervent a fighter, after all. ❜ for yet a few more moments, he keeps up the guise of disorientation, purposely trying to garner some kind of conflicted reaction from rakan’s part. not soon after, laughter finally comes forth. ❛ amusing, truly. come, i’ll go over the scheme with you again. ❜

              war is cruel.     he knows this.     no matter how entertaining each battle was,     no matter how much he laughed in the face of the opposition to evoke some form of ire that appealed to some sort of base desire to see others with bloodlust in their eyes for none but him,     war was still a tragedy.     from tragedy,     life will be born anew    :    hearts can sing in unison again for peace,     those whose wings had been maimed may soon find flight again,    &    freedom's fire may be rekindled once more through their unified actions.     this is a battle they,     together,     must fight.     no matter the difficulties that lie ahead     ———     alas,     when the enemy is versed in dealing with those who excel in magic     (   why fear what you can't understand   ?   ),     the scales are tipped against them.     what was once a leveled playing field is now an uphill battle,     each step meticulous.     maybe now he understands,     even if only a bit,     why his idea might not be of huge value.

              ❛     the front lines   ?     ❜     only typical for him to have a perplexed look on his face at that,     remain in a perpetual conflict,     rubbing at his chin    &    humming as if even entertaining the thought.     to remain quiet is to remain without an answer,     &    that's just rude.     he opts to speak again.     ❛     you want this pretty face to get hurt by a demacian soldier in the front lines   ?     naaaah,     i do a lot better just being from behind.     you get me   ?     ❜     soon after,     laughter.     a relief,     really,     their leader wasn't a stranger to humor.     it's enough to elicit a small chuckle from rakan.     ❛     alright,     alright.     just make sure it's easy to understand,     yeah   ?     none of those weird tactic words or whatever.     ❜

“ I’m not so sure if chocolate is the best thing for you to eat .... “ Ahri responds with uncertainty , keeping the box of chocolates near , almost CONTEMPLATING that maybe rice is better .

              ❛     aww,     don't worry about it   !     you're thinking about it too much.     ❜     so comes his reply,     azure hues fixated on delectable box of chocolates,     pondering on their sugary contents    &    thinking about eating them.     man,     oh man,     it's tantalizing,     watching delicate hands carefully hold the box near her frame,     as if to keep it out of his reach.     tempting,     really,     to simply snatch it from her possession    &    run off with it.     but,     that is not a gift at that point.     he wants it to have at least a sliver of value,     which is probably why he hasn't acted out on his desire.     ❛     hey,     you won't have anyone else to give that chocolate to,     right   ?     i wouldn't want you to make waste of that gift you poured your heart into.     so let me take it off your hands.     it's my own gift to you   !     ❜     that is,     in no way,     a two - way street.       ///       @vuikusen

💞 💏

💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)

yeeeep! without a doubt. rakan’s the kind of guy who’d be down for a threesome or more – only bc the more the merrier, really!

💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?

if i had to think deeply on it, i’d say it was probably around his adolescence ( whenever the hell that might be for lhotlan vastaya, i don’t exactly have any specific details on that if i’m honest ), flirting with whichever girl he found himself attracted to, charming her with his good looks, smooth words, until they kissed. now, was it perfect? hell no, it was awkward as hell, bc rakan didn’t rly know how to give a kiss. sure, he heard about it, but never really experienced it. needless to say, he now knows when and when not to use his teeth lmao

🏆🏆🏆🏆 YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!!!!

how do u feel abt my rakan?

UM OK WIG...THANK U SM AAAAAA DFLHLDFHJ WE HAVEN’T INTERACTED YET BUT......WE MUST. LET RAKAN BE FRIENDS W/ LEONA