Awe, thank you ^.^ after i do my septiceye Sam cosplay, I plan on a Liu cosplay next. I’m excited.
🔯 Liu likely fell for you when you comforted him during a depressive episode. He sees you as the only good thing about it this world.
🔯 Sully is harder to win over but he never did you any harm because he didn’t want to make Liu sad but eventually, through Liu’s emotions toward you, he fell for you as well
🔯 Liu is honestly one of the most loyal people you will ever meet. He gives his all in a relationship. He tries his hardest to keep the mood up because he knows that his demeanor can sometimes bring it down
🔯 His love language is touch. He always has a soft grip on your hand or arm. Likes to walk with you with his hand on the small of your back.
🔯 Sully is the one to approach others that don’t respect you. Liu doesn’t stop him in times when you are in need of protection.
🔯 Sometimes, he comes out when you don’t even need protection.
“Sully, It was just someone asking directions. It’s nothing”
“He touched your arm! No one’s allowed to do that but me…or Liu”
You gotta find a way to calm this boi down xD
🔯 Both of them adore massages. Seriously. It’s one of their favorite things in the world.
🔯 Liu’s kisses are super soft and sweet. Sully likes rough makeouts. Don’t kiss him unless you want 500000 more kisses
(Disclaimer: S/o is of legal drinking age in this. If you are not then skip ahead a few years 😅 sorry but when creativity strikes-)
🔯 This probably all started when he was out with some of “da fam” at night. He rarely accepted invites out but he was bored and felt like people watching
🔯 They wound up going to a bar. EJ stayed outside because he didn’t want to scare anyone off with his inhuman appearence
🔯 His instincts went haywire after a while of sitting. He could smell alcohol and adrenaline. Usually not a good combo.
🔯 When he turned the corner, he saw you struggling against a drunk guy. An animalistic growl escaped his throat. Sure, he’s a killer that has murdered people in cold blood and he also eats human flesh and organs but c’mon. This waste of oxygen could use some dignity.
🔯 While you struggle to get the guy with beer spilled all over his shirt off of you, EJ rounded the corner and slinked his way over.
🔯 a quick hand shot up and hit the guy directly in the back of the neck. That single clean hit had enough power to knock the guy out cold.
🔯 EJ nudged the guy away from him with his foot and sneered. Then he glanced up to get a look at you. Your scent changed dramatically. From scared to relived then to bewildered.
🔯He was used to the last. He was a demon with grey skin and no eyes after all. The hood usually covered his face. That smell though… It’s so sweet..
🔯He leaned in closer, wanting more. Then he mumbled something you could barely catch. “You okay, miss?”
🔯 Whatever your response, he insisted on walking you home. (Mostly so he could enjoy your presence) You weren’t drunk but you did consume a bit so you consented to being escorted.
🔯 Your uneasiness slowly faded as you walked side by side. Eventually you asked about his appearance and he used his typical excuse. “I was walking home from a haunted attraction I volunteer at”
🔯 He slowly began to start liking you. You didn’t seem to mind carrying the conversation plus you were healthy looking and smelled fertile. The typical standard he has for a mate.
🔯 After he walked you home, he stayed outside your house/apartment. When you fell asleep, he kept an eye on you. It eventually became a nightly ritual for him.
🔯 You never found out about it and he liked to keep it that way. Theeen he went into heat and all that was thrown away.
🔯 He slid into your room through your window, leaving you in shock. You only had one encounter with this guy and now he’s crawling in through your window??
🔯He apologizes but he’s too obsessed with you to do anything about it now. Within a second he is in front of you, pinning you to the wall as he confesses his love. To decline is a death sentence but if you accept then oh boy… You’re getting some tonight
🔯He takes you with him. You aren’t safe on your own. You are allowed freedoms and privileges unless you try to run. It’s no use. Hes a lighting fast runner. Then you’ll remain indoors.
🔯You can only leave the house at night when he can accompany you. He’s just wants his mate safe. It’s his duty to protect you.
🔯 (If you are a girl) He will try to get you pregnant. Sort of a bargaining chip to keep you with him.
Yes! I love my angsty boy. Also, do you want with an s/o headcanons or generic headcanons? I’ll do generic but lemme know if otherwise
🔯 Liu himself is a wholesome being but due to Sully’s doings, he remains on the run
🔯Doesnt like to admit to himself what he has become. When he can admit it to himself, he becomes very depressed and breaks down
🔯 He is physically able to keep Sully from coming out but it drains him so unless the situation calls for keeping him at bay, he lets Sully come out when he wants
🔯 Talks to himself and often.
🔯 Liu honestly misses his brother but things are tense. Sully wants Jeff dead so Liu stays away to keep Jeff safe.
🔯 He loves spicy food. This boy would probably munch of ghost peppers if you have him some
🔯 Cigarette smoke makes him feel sick
(NSFW)
🔯 Technically speaking, he’s a switch. Sully refuses to bottom and Liu is too nervous to dom. He can top but prefers to bottom
🔯 Liu is very soft and sweet in bed. He won’t bite. Won’t scratch. He takes it slow and reminds you that he loves you the entire time
🔯 if you get Sully out to play tho, oh boi. He’s rough as hell. Your neck will be littered with hickeys and nail marks. Degrades you the whole time
🔯 Liu won’t come out about this but Sully might bring it up for his sake. He’s really into being teased in public. Seriously. Tease him under the table, nibble his ear in a crowd, etc. He gets really hot for that
I’ve had a merman story kicking around for a while, but it’s had nowhere to go, and no audience to love it, so I reworked it for this prompt with a merman x female reader. Normally my stories are not this long, so don’t expect it to be this big every time I answer an ask. I had this one in my ‘unfinished ideas’ folder though. It still took me a good four hours to edit this into what it is now. I’m going cross-eyed from looking at it so long, so please forgive any mistakes, but I wanted to get it posted tonight for you.
Get comfortable, grab some water and a snack, because this is 9000 words of traditional merman (not a gorgeous Shape of Water creature this time) x female reader. Meet Tallis everyone!
Warnings for mentioned loss of childhood friend, and near drowning.
“Hello?!” you called, astonished at what you were seeing.
Those eyes. You’d never seen eyes like those before. Even through
the thrashings of the building storm, you knew you would never forget eyes like
those.
But you had more important things to focus on. What a young
man your own age was doing out in the sea in weather like this, you couldn’t
fathom. But you found your feet
faltering on the hard sand, waves thundering in your ears, spray coating your
hair and face in tiny droplets while the air roiled and the clouds seethed
above you.
As the boy vanished beneath the waves, terror reared its
ugly head in your mind. He was going to drown if he stayed out there in this. “Hold
on!” you yelled, the wind ripping your voice from your lips the moment the
words left your mouth.
You cursed and took your shoes off. The icy water hurt as it bit
into your ankles, but you forced yourself to keep going. No way the sea was
going to claim someone else on your watch. You’d lost your best friend to the
sea when you were children, and seeing that boy there now brought it all
rushing back like a crashing breaker.
By the time you were up to your waist, you knew you had
bitten off way more than you could chew. A breaker rolled in and knocked you
right off your feet.
“Shit!” you swore as you went under, sea water filling your
mouth. You fought for the surface but got no purchase under you, rolling around
in the surf like a toy in a washing machine. The thought that you were going to
die flashed across your mind for the briefest of moments.
Suddenly there was a weight around your waist, like an arm
or something, and you were yanked upright. Your face broke the surface and you
gasped, choking on the salt water that had dribbled into your lungs. Coughing
violently, you tried to fight to stay afloat, and then realised you didn’t have
to.
Have nearly 3000 words of powerful yet submissive alien. I hope this suits? Sorry I sat on it for a while – I hope you remember asking for it…
NSFW, with a little warning for brief mention of needles and wounds.
You encountered more kinds of xeno-anatomy in your first six
months aboard the ship than you’d seen in your whole six years of med school
back on Earth. This was an alliance battle cruiser, so you had a regular stream of every
shape and size of soldier imaginable coming through the med bay.
The ship’s doctor, Maehve, was a seven foot tall J’Hantahri
who brooked no nonsense when it came to her med bay. It tended to keep the
newer recruits from going there on a whim to get out of training exercises, and
soldiers who had a firm hand tended to sit still long enough to get patched up.
Maehve had four stomachs and you suspected that all of them
were made of iron, because you’d never seen her so much as flinch as she
treated detached shells, torn limbs, shattered horns, acid-spit burns, ruptured
these and broken those. She also liked to boss you around, which grated. You
ached to be the one giving orders for a change, but with your rank, the chances
of that were lower than your chances of finding a decent chocolate bar on board.
One sol, the First Officer himself was brought into the med
bay with a huge blaster wound in his ribcage. Apparently a mission to a hostile
planet for negotiations had failed and they’d barely made it out at all.
The hulking Kharmorian was even taller than Maehve, and he
was twice as wide. His skin was black as ink, and covered in microscopic flecks
of pearly white, like stars in the endless view from the observation deck. Six
eyes, arranged three on each side of his head, glared out from a flat face,
with slit nostrils that flared occasionally as his pain mounted. Thick, viscous
drool was occasionally known to slip from a mouth that was full of razor sharp
teeth, cylindrical, transparent, and gleaming like polished crystal, and his
jaw unhinged to gape wide enough to swallow your entire head whole if he was
really in a rage. Or in the canteen after a workout.
In short, he was nine foot of pure muscle, and rumour had it
his saliva was poisonous. But that might just have been his temper.
And here he was, cursing in his guttural, native Kharmorian,
and looking like he was about to try and eat Maehve whole, her chitinous
plating be damned. Inadvisable, you
thought with a smile.
His muscles were gorgeous as he gripped the edge of the
stretcher, snapping and snarling as Maehve lowered her mandibled face toward
the wound and chittered angrily before prodding carefully with one of her more
humanoid hands. She had a lot of hands.
He hissed at her, and as his mouth opened, you saw the huge
teeth, transparent and beautiful in the harsh light of the med bay. He had two tongues, you discovered, biting your
lip to keep from smiling. He was really very beautiful, if… intimidating.
“Don’t you dare take that tone with me,” Maehve rattled,
utterly unfazed by his display, her dry voice full of command.
To your astonishment, the massive First Officer went utterly
still. His torso was still clenched, however, and Maehve twitched her head like
a mantis. She cuffed him on the side of his head. She actually cuffed the First Officer as though he
were no more than a disobedient child to be disciplined.
“Lie back down. Don’t move.”
Again, an almost imperceptible shiver ran through him, and
he went slack on the gurney.
“Good.”
His legs, thick and muscular and speckled with more
pearlescent white dots, shook and he tipped his head back, all six of his eyes
closing.
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