I love me some gen threads, especially funny or drama-filled ones, but I am also shamelessly here for shipping AUs. The general Liem-shipping vibe is "I want more than this, but I shouldn't & they can't possibly want me back," so if you're into that, I've got what you need. His default setting is very D&D-like high fantasy, but I'm comfortable playing him in modern fantasy settings as well. Pretty much any prompt can also accommodate Liem being a full vampire instead of a dhampir, if that's your thing.
Prompts for inspiration:
• Arranged Marriage: Liem's shady vampire family has arranged his marriage to you, but he seems a rather reluctant fiance.
• Bodyguard Shipping: It's Liem's duty to keep you safe and out of trouble, possibly despite your best efforts.
• Companion to Royalty: Reclusive vampire king Liem and YOU! Are you a gift from a local power? Sacrifice from the townsfolk? Or did you just stumble up the road to his castle during a storm?
• Enemies to Lovers: Maybe Liem is a foreign agent trying to sabotage your country or organization. Or maybe you're rebelling against the current regime and he's trying to take you in.
• Fake Dating/Fake Married: A relationship is your cover story while you're travelling for some secret reason. Gotta keep up appearances.
• Hunter & Hunted: Are you a hunter trying to track Liem down? Or a snack that proved more than he bargained for?
• Hurt (Comfort Optional): Whether he's hurt, sick, drugged, or just upset, two things remain constant: Liem needs help, and he doesn't want to accept it. But maybe you don't want to fix him anyway; maybe you want to make him worse.
• Living a Lie: Whether you're undercover on a mission, or you lied to cover something up and now you have to commit, you're stuck playing a role until you accomplish some secret objective — or until you can shake off your nosy company.
• Loss of Control: For whatever reason, one of you is struggling not to go berserk — or perhaps has already failed. If it's Liem, can you help him come back to himself, or are you the one pushing him over the edge?
• Out of the Frying Pan: The classic "tried to help someone in trouble, ended up with a new and possibly worse problem" situation. But at least you're in it together!
• Priest/Celibacy: Default here is that Liem is the priest, but it could go the other way. Smutty, or just laden with UST? You decide.
• Texting: Stupid TFLN-style text threads, my beloved...
• Random Scenario: For if none of the above tickle your fancy.
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Already his hand is a mess — he feels sympathy for the maid who will have to clean the bed linens later — but even as he notes it, a small, pleased smile curves his lips. He thinks, with a tingle of warmth over his cheeks, that they'll probably both have a mess made of them before the night is over.]
Now why do you say that?
[His question is barely more than a murmur as he slides his fingers back over her, rubbing more insistently than before. The gentle humour in his expression suggests that he's not especially worried about her personal suspicions of sexual deviance, if that's indeed where her concerns lie.
This is the first time Liem has been intimate with anyone of Konoha's shape — but Oppara saw its fair share of non-humans, and in that human-dominated metropolis, many of them ended up at the same bars he tended to frequent when he was hoping for companionship. If being attracted to people not of your own species is a mark of deviance, Liem surely has her beat in terms of both variety and number.]
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But now it's something else, something new. Something that makes her eyelashes flutter and a sharp canine glint pale where she pinches on the dusky rose of a lip as his already slick fingers press in deeper and whisper along the way over the sensitive core of her pleasure, making her body clench even more excitedly, her double pulse pounding in her ears and almost echoing in her clit. She has to open her mouth to speak, but it's hard, a breathy little sigh escapes before she can try to give voice to it.]
Because...
[Why... Why did she say that? It wasn't because he was a different species, because... she can't feel that way, not when she'd been raised by hands of a race not her own, when she knew better than most what it felt like to be Other, even just a little, no matter what world you had your hoof (er, feet) in. It wasn't because she actually felt like what they were doing right now was wrong (besides, well, the fact that... he was her client, but-)
It was-]
Because just kissing shouldn't make it this much hotter...
[But just kissing... seemingly had. Even if a part of her suspects it wasn't "just" kissing at all... Konoha curls her equine parts in a bit tighter, just enough that she can look over her shoulder easier, with less strain, because she knows now in this moment that she doesn't want to look away from him. Though she can't reach him with her hands, or kiss him anymore with her lips... It's just temporary, just for now. She will later, and until then-]
Should it... ?
[Her expression is just as naked as the rest of her, curious and wanting and affectionate and needing, desperately needing, her tail quivering and her hands fisting trembling in the sheets.]
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Spoken like a woman who has never been properly kissed.
[Indeed, that's a bold statement for her to make when she admitted not hours earlier that she'd never been kissed by anyone other than him. And if her only experience with sexual encounters has been hasty couplings in the throes of heat-lust, just unions with stallions interested in a quick fuck when her cycle has made her eager to be bred…
No. She wouldn't have much experience with kissing, or touching, or foreplay of any kind, would she?
For now, he continues to pleasure her with just his fingers, teasing the eager bud of her clit and delving deeper to stroke along her inner walls as he watches her looking back at him. He is loath to abandon the pleasure of watching the results of his attentions — and yet.
And yet, he wants keenly to taste her, and to hear the breaths catch in her throat at the attention of his mouth. His wanting curiosity will not let him resist much longer.]
Shall I kiss you again?
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Should he kiss her again? Should he kiss her there, beneath her tail? She isn't sure if she's ever heard such a foolish question-]
Please, Liem...
[She begs sweetly, softly, aching to hold and explore him but held back by their biology. In place of him, her hands rub over the sheets, tender and wanting, caressing them until she can get closer again, pretending it might be his hand that slides up her belly to tentatively squeeze a breast, thumb flicking gently over a taut nipple.]
I'll-
[She's just as reluctant to give up the sight of him there around the curve of her bay rump, she'll miss it so, but the thought of him not showing her what such a thing would feel like, now, is far too painful an ache. So-]
I'll watch...
[Even if she couldn't see much at all but the hints of pointed ears and the crown of his hair.]