♣ Calix tries to calm down a fight between Illaoi and Thresh only for Illaoi and Thresh to both realize that Calix knows them both - implications follow from there.
Alternate ending: Karthus doing a drive by kidnapping while they argue screaming, “FIRST.”
Darius x Calix for ship meme <3 [[I will send you so many ships do not tempt]]
MORE SHIPS (accepting) ((SEND ME ALL THE SHIPS BB whatever you desire lol <3))
The ship is my: kinda angsty fluff?? I think Darius makes it angsty, sorry LOL
I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other |
I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |
Children: No | Yes | They’d think about it
General Opinion: I think they are cute together, and Darius tries his hardest not to have a soft spot for people- especially now-a-days. He’s doomed in that fight against Calix, a bit though because of the history he has with Calix’s mother. He’s also awkward about being with multiple members of a family. Someone like Draven probably plays it cool, but Darius is conflicted in his morals. Also Calix is younger, and his profession is dangerous enough without him not being a citizen. I love Darius’ almost paternal concern for Calix’ well being, and how he worries and wonders why he won’t let him be his guardian -insert grumpy frown here- LOL
Good ship, love it and I can’t wait to develop it further! <3
Edit: DARIUS MAKES IT AWKWARD lol just thought I’d clarify. I’m sure Calix is just like, “lemme touch your butt.” and darius just has to sit there and frown a lot before accepting butt touches
The barest gasp slips from him, and Cassiopeia chuckles, pressing a finger to those soft, soft lips of his, a delicate little hush, now.
“Good boy,” she murmurs, and slips her thumb into his mouth, allowing him to curl his tongue around her skin - so very responsive and obedient, as always, and she barely had to instruct him at all. It was so delightful.
A prized toy indeed.
Her tail coils tighter around his calves up and over his knees, binding his legs together as her tongue slips free with a sibilant hiss, flickering over his throat before she mouths kisses over the pale skin, leaving dark, perfect lipstick prints behind, her fangs just barely dimpling his flawless flesh.
He shudders, and her grip around his cock tightens, stroking him lazy and indulgent.
“I do so love rewarding deserving pets, darling. I’m so glad to find you seem to agree.”
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Her fingers twist through his pale hair, winding it around her fingers with something close to sweetness, and she forces his nose deeper into her slit with a delighted little moan.
Calix is good with his mouth, she’s pleased to note, at all times - perfectly polite, and so wonderfully adept with that silver tongue when it counts. He’s mild-mannered even now, much to her silent amusement, but it suits him, too. He’s as close to courteous as it gets in this situation, every little lick and curl of his tongue soft and tentative to check for a negative reaction before he delves deeper.
“I think you’d look lovely in a nice choker, don’t you?” she muses, and rocks her hips against him, slow and greedy. “Blue velvet ribbon, silver embroidery, some beautiful sapphires to match those lovely eyes of yours…”
And those pretty eyes were staring up at her, begging, pleading, and she chuckles at the faint moan that escapes him.
“Mm-mmh. I thought so too, sweetheart.”
iii.
He didn’t struggle at all when she bound him, utterly trusting, and she marvels at it in the best way, pleased beyond belief. He was nothing but receptive even with his hands tied in silken ropes behind his back, his whole torso wrapped up like the tastiest little present from herself to her.
She isn’t gentle now, oh no - her claws dig into his sides, sharp enough to mar the skin and draw blood as her hips press upwards, over and over. She grins at him, smug and vicious, demanding everything.
Stopping for the barest moment, she adjusts the harness resting snug around her hips, and with a little croon forces him down again to ride her as best he could given the pace she set.
He couldn’t hope to match her, but that didn’t matter either; she was taking her pleasure from him, after all, delighting in every choked gasp and moan, every half-halting breath, golden eyes half-lidded and heavy in their smugness.
Her fingertips swirl through drops of his blood, painting intricate patterns over his skin with startling precision as though he isn’t jostled with every heartbeat, damp hair sticking to his flushed cheeks and lips parted in ecstasy.
Dark Star Thresh? Delivers Star Guardian Calix with a little bow on top. Wink.
If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine? | Accepting
The Dark Star takes up the tiny Star Guardian in his gigantic palm. A rumble… was it laughter? It seemed to be of joy. A gleeful noise upon having a Star Guardian in his clutches.
He was all that he needed.
“Excellent. I shall do what I please with this offering… I shall sup upon his power when I need to.”
Z oey moved her hair away from her sweat dripped face and got water to refresh herself. S he lacked a shirt and was left in an athletic bra and her long shorts when she worked out, exposing her toned abdominal muscles, countless scars and tattoos hidden from her clothes. J ust when she was about to grab her shirt, she felt a hand on her organic bicep and turned her head to find a young man (she guessed he was around her age) feeling her muscles. T hat made her blink at him before asking, “Can Ah help ye?”