Hi

nsfw & fluff headcanons

🔥 What are your muse’s turn-ons?

✂ What are your muse’s turn-offs?

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

💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?

👶 Does your muse want children?

💋 What is your muse’s sexual orientation?

🌺 When did your muse lose their virginity?

🌀 What are 3 of muse’s top kinks?

❌ Have they ever cheated or been cheated on?

🌹 Is your muse more interested in love or lust?

⇕ Is your muse a top or a bottom? Both?

ღ Does your muse like using toys?

⌛️ How long does your muse last in bed?

📺 Does your muse enjoy porn?

ϟ Does your muse masturbate?

📱 Would your muse ever send nudes?

💬 Is your muse vocal in bed?

👅 Does your muse enjoy giving oral sex? Receiving? 

⏰ What time of the day does your muse prefer to have sex?

💍 Would your muse like to get married?

🔒 Is your muse into bondage? 

so which one of y’alls muses is a corrupted star guardian..............anyone?

              ❛     are you sure you're a little too busy,     nasus   ?     don't even got a liiiittle time for me   ?     just a little.     promise i'll give you a reward   !     ❜       ///       @shurima-demigod​

really don’t have to say this, but don’t follow me if you’re racist, that includes making fun of other people’s accents! with love, a bilingual vnzlan! ^_^

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

be sure to read the rules!

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.

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.     ❜

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.

'' the moment i lose control, the shadows may awake their true nature and try to devour your flesh in order to gain a constant physical form. you probably like your flesh, do you not? "

              ❛     their true nature   ?     ❜     the implications are there,     that they are at his will.     his every command is law they abide by,     unless they break free of that control,     adopt that nature they so desire    &    scramble to nearest supposed victim for a physical form.     is that their intention   ?     his words ring true,     they're a blade,     a threat to silence him.     alas,     his thoughts lie elsewhere.     ❛     so,     you control them    &    you don't   !     at the same time   ?     that means you can make them do it,     or they do it by themselves   !     ❜     that definitely clears things up.       ///       @umbrasecta