#( and so did ouye )

[ouchiis]

cw ;     suggestive ,  ns/ft.

⇢   ❛⠀✦    I THINK  OUYE's  sexual  preferences  and  sexuality  as  a  whole  is  relatively  interesting  to  explore  and  elaborate  on.  given  he  was  raised  in  a  rather  conservative  (  as  in  modest  and  chaste  )  household  ,  the  only  reason  why  OUYE  even  really  knows  what  sex  is  is  because  he's  heard  about  it  occasionally  and  read  about  it  in  books.  he's  always  been  too  ashamed  to  try  to  experiment  with  things  ,  and  he's  too  introverted  to  go  seeking  out  any  sort  of  sexual  relationship  by  himself  (  though  he  definitely  wouldn't  be  opposed  to  one  ).  and  given  he's  roughly  a  hundred  years  old  in  his  canon  verse  (  give  or  take  )  .  .  .  that's  a  ton  of  repressed  sexuality. this  man  is  probably  more  repressed  than  a  medieval  monk. ⇢   ❛⠀☾    DESPITE  this  ,  OUYE absolutely  has  the  sex  drive  of  a  goddamn  dog.  while  they  definitely  suppress  their  urges  -  mostly  out  of  shame  or  modesty  -  i  could  realistically  see  them  sleeping  with  their  partner  at  least  every  other  day  in  order  to  be  fully  satisfied  (  with  their  minimum  probably  being  once  every  week  or  maybe  once  every  two  weeks  if  you're  pushing  it  ).  however  ,  on  their  own  ,  they  tend  to  '  put  off  '  actual  acts  of  masturbation  until  it  becomes  too  distracting  to  function  ,  often  leading  to  longer  sessions  due  to  pent  -  up  frustrations.  they  also  don't  experience  sexual  attraction  often  ,  though  their  libido  is  completely  separate  from  how  they  view  others.  (  however  ,  part  of  their sexual  attraction  is  also  due  to  the  fact  that  they're  so  repressed  that  they  don't  know  how  to  healthily  process  being  sexually  attracted  to  someone  without  shaming  themself  for  it.  ) ⇢   ❛⠀✩    HOWEVER  ,  in  regards  to  his  actual  position  ,  i  think  the  first  time  he's  ever  with  a  partner  ,  he  probably  needs  to  bottom.  i  think  bottoming  would  scare  him  initially  at  first  ,  but  his  fear  of  topping  definitely  trumps  that.  there's  so  much  effort  on  his  part  if  he  does  that.  he  doesn't  know  how  to  move  his  hips  at  all  -  he's  only  used  his  hand  to  go  up  and  down  !  how  does  he  properly  thrust  into  it  ?!  even  after  that  ,  i  still  would  say  OUYE  is  primarily  a  bottom  ,  he  just  could  top  if  the  situation  really  called  for  it  (  observational  learning  skills  ig  ).  however  ,  i  will  say  OUYE  absolutely  would  power  bottom  ,  and  i  believe  he  has  some  hidden  sadistic  tendencies  himself  ,  as  well  as  masochistic. ⇢   ❛⠀♡    THIS  entire  ramble  was  sparked  by  the  idea  that  ,  because  they  spend  all  of  their  time  indoors  ,  they  have  a  lot  of  time  on  their  hands.  OUYE  once  spent  this  time  learning  how  to  tie  knots  with  their  tongue  using  cherry  stems.  you're  welcome  for  this  knowledge.

[deepspacedukat]

The Truth About Rain

Vaebn is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1 and this story has been written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story “Trapped” if you haven’t already done so! That’s where Vaebn came from! Thank you so much for trusting me with your big teddy bear Pointy Boi! I love him very much! Yes, I know I have tons of drafts and incomplete stories I need to work on, but Vaebn gave me the big Romulan equivalent of puppy eyes. I had to. 🥺💖

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Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Vaebn (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This contains smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, fingering, necking, soft smut, oral sex (female receiving), Vaebn is 6′8 and his lover is...well, smaller than that lol, so height difference.

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He almost didn’t notice that she’d come into the bathroom until the water in the tub rippled. Over the sound of the rain pelting down, the slow rhythm of footsteps was only just audible to Riov Vaebn’s keen ears. His lover always had been careful and quiet on days like today.

There was a sort of spell that fell over the world when it rained as heavily as it was doing today, and both were reluctant to disturb it with more than a whisper. Nature itself seemed to release a sigh of tranquility when the bottom dropped out of the clouds like this. Vaebn had always been aware of the state that it put him in, but he’d never met anyone else who felt as at peace when it rained as he did.

At least, not until he met his mate. She was so different from him, but she seemed to feel the stress bleed out of her on rainy days just as the Riov did. Even now as she climbed into the oversized tub that had been created specifically to accommodate a person of Vaebn’s height and build, she did her best to slip silently into the water. 

Opening his eyes from his reclined position, he lifted his head away from the side of the tub and raised his hands to steady her. With a small, gentle smile and a blush at the way his eyes roved her beautiful figure, she turned away from him and settled herself into the bath.

Vaebn wrapped his arms around her and eased her back against his front. She let out a quiet hum as the warm water enveloped her, luxuriating in her mate’s embrace. One of his arms slid further upward, and he felt the soft weight of her breasts brush against his skin just beneath the water.

When her head rested solidly against his chest, Vaebn buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her scent. She always smelled so wonderful...so delicious. She awoke his most salacious desires, his most primitive urges. He wanted to devour her sweetness from the source and turn her into a limp, whimpering mess. How could one so much smaller than him trust him to be gentle with her when she inspired such a substantial, passionate hunger within him?

“Ouye,” Vaebn breathed against the top of her head as his hands began to roam slowly, softly across her body. One ventured up to her breasts while the other delved between her thighs, spreading her lower lips and just barely grazing her little bundle of nerves. She arched slightly against him, tilting her head far enough to one side to bare her neck for him.

She knew what that did to him. She had to after all this time. Allowing his hunger to rise closer to the surface, Vaebn grazed his teeth over her neck, letting out a low, hungry purr against her soft skin.

“Jol-ao au,” his lover whispered, and though her pronunciation was still a bit shaky, Vaebn’s heart thudded faster in his side at her attempt to speak his language. Kissing and nuzzling his way up her jaw as he returned her heartfelt sentiment, he slipped two of his fingers gently inside her one at a time. She mewled, arching in his grasp as she felt him hardening against her bottom. His own arousal could wait, though. Right now all he wanted was to give his mate the sort of affection she deserved: leisurely, passionate, and entirely focused on her needs.

Curling his fingers at an unhurried pace, the Riov felt hands much smaller than his tangling in his hair and grasping at his arm where it rested around her torso. Precious, trusting, beautiful Human...

“Mine,” he growled against the corner of her jaw as he felt her convulse from his ministrations. He carried her through another gentle, rolling bout of pleasure before he lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed. Serenaded by the sound of the pouring rain pattering against their bedroom windows, Vaebn spread his lover’s legs and indulged in her own sweet flood.

With his large hands grasping her thighs, he moaned hungrily against her folds. As he looked up to watch her reactions to his techniques, their eyes met. He never got tired of watching her fall apart on his tongue. Thunder rumbled through the valley where their home rested, cresting just as Vaebn pulled a loud cry of pleasure from his lover’s throat. As lightning flashed outside, the Riov redoubled his efforts, wanting to draw out her ecstasy for as long as he could.

By the time the storm dissipated, he intended for her to be utterly satiated and curled up in his arms.

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Romulan Words:

ouye = beautiful

Jol-ao au = I love you

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[ouchiis]

i wonder if ouye's status as an immortal with half a soul would make divination harder for him to perform on himself. i don't doubt any method of telling his future would be blurry at best because, in a sense, he's dead. his life ended over a hundred years ago! he's merely alive because izanami didn't want to babysit him in the underworld after his little revolution! it's interesting to think about his futile attempts to read his own future and the potential outcomes when interacting with muses that have prophetic visions. i like to imagine his future would literally be just a black screen, or perhaps a small glimpse at yomi, if someone genuinely held the abilities to predict it. the mystery behind his own future is probably part of the reason he's so fascinated to the paranormal as well, but i also like to imagine his fascination with death is just a remnant of him being a ghost and his previous identity before he was split.

paired with how he's always personally felt weird in his own skin, ouye probably grew skeptical about what he was at a fairly early age, probably by the time he was chronically in his 30s-40s (outside of his stabbing confrontation with his brother). however, i think his brother, kankuro, knew before he did. kankuro's not dumb, just irrational. if anything, kankuro probably has the hunch that he and ouye are the same person because he tried grave robbing hikoyami only to have a ratatouille moment of nostalgia.

[ouchiis]

₊ ⠀ ✧ ⠀ ❛    ⠀𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 ( accepting ! )    ⠀❜

@twisted-legacies spoke ;     « oh i know you! i mean, not really, but i heard things about you and you’re so neat! »

· · ·  ❛  YOU'VE— really ?  ❜

· · ·  PEOPLE  .  .  .  talked  about  him  ?  they  talked  about  him  when  he  wasn't  around  ?  people  acknowledged  his  existence  without  him  even  knowing  of  it  ?  such  a  fact  was  trivial  ,  perhaps  even  borderline  dense to a normal person  ,  yet  it  forced  OUYE  to  halt  in  his  tracks  ,  staring  up  at  QUENTIN after her  ( rather abrupt )  interruption.  he  placed  a  balled  fist  again  his  loose  tie  ,  gently  tugging  at  it  out  of  habit.  him  ?  perceived  ? · · ·  ❛  AH—  DID  you  hear  rumours  .  .  . ?  gossip  ?  i'm  sorry  ,  but  i  .  .  .  i can't  seem  to  fathom  what  you've  heard  about  me  that  might  be  '  neat.  '  ❜  did  she  hear  rumours  about  him  being  strange  ?  rumours  about  him  being  a  supernatural  creature  ,  or  perhaps  even  a  monster  ?  to  think  ,  someone  has  heard  about  him  and  considers  him  '  neat  '  .  .  .  was  this  some  sort  of  prank  ?  he  spun  around  for  a  brief  moment  to  try  to  see  if  there  was  a  group  of  people  behind  his  back  laughing  at  him  for  falling  for  such  a  thing  ,  but  to  no  avail. · · ·  .  .  .  HOW  STRANGE.

[himurakami]

@pomfiores​ asked: 🍻+ "who are you, really?" Vil has seen many things, experienced plenty. 😔

drunken confessions      |      accepting .

· · ·  for a man of such his stature , ouye was , unexpectedly , no lightweight―  the strength of the liqueurs inside his vibrant , pretty , ‘ girlish ’ candy - coloured drinks would be enough to hit a normal person’s liver like a bowling ball after just one sip. and yet , without even pinching the bridge of his nose , ouye easily took each glass down one by one without a semblance of burning in his throat. perhaps being born in an era where cough syrup regularly contained chloroform and methamphetamine built up his tolerance for even the most pungent of drinks. · · ·  ❛ well― yours , if you play your cards right. ❜ flirting from ouye , of all people , seemed like something that happened only in a dream , but pink drinks seemed to get the best of him and his modesty. he let out a low and throaty , yet melodic chuckle , resting his chin on his balled up fist fondly. he closed his eye , his shoulders slumping down as he fully relaxed. · · ·  who are you , really ? · · ·  he thought the question was done; he answered , and just like that , it was over with. and yet , why did he find himself almost murmuring the question again to himself , flicking his tongue in a distasteful manner ? his face twitched and scrunched up for a brief second before going blank. a glossy glance down at the table. · · ·  even after his entire life on this mortal earth , watching people come and go , to leave and never return , he never contemplated his own sense of self , his own identity. he never needed to; he always barred himself off and lived in solitude , away from people he could grow attached to and people who could grow attached to him. so establishing himself as an individual , as his own self , was completely arbitrary. useless. unnecessary. · · ·   and yet , his true self was something he dreaded always facing. as a child , back when his mother desperately sought a cure for his sudden ‘ demonic possession , ’ as she thought it was at the time , she had always remarked that he had been taken. not changed , not different nor strange nor just acting weirdly , but taken. and , upon later learning he was a fae― a changeling , of all things― the question had always haunted him: was he taken ? was he the same boy his mother knew , that his mother gave birth to ? had he completely replaced a precious , innocent baby boy , one with a future so bright and prosperous ? was he a person before this , one with a different name and a different face ? was this identity he took― ouye himura― was that actually him from the very beginning , or was he a mere memory of a now dead boy ? is it inevitable that , perhaps one day , for whatever reason it may be , voluntarily or not , he’ll change his identity again and not have a single recollection of this current life ? · · ·   he took a deep breath.

· · ·  ❛ . . . you would think after a few hundred years , i would know by now. ❜

[himurakami]

@makovu​ asked: obligated to send 16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ?

trigger warnings for eye trauma / horror, abusive familial relationships ( motherly + fatherly + brotherly ), religious themes? ( christianity ), and kidnapping

to boil down ouye’s life to one drastic life - changing event wouldn’t get the whole story. however, i would boil his life down to three major events: his transformation into a fae, the loss of his left eye, and his abduction.

ouye was never born a fae. he still spirals into an identity crisis time to time because he never truly knows if he’s ouye or if he’s simply the fae that replaced him and forgot his previous self. he doesn’t remember anything before the age of three or so, when he first showed signs or symptoms ( very loosely ) of being a changeling. however, memories of his parents’ desperate attempts to ‘fix’ him, namely trying to exorcise him or chaining him up in hopes the iron would ‘purify’ him ( spoiler alert: it did not, it just left him severely burned ), still haunt him with a frightening clarity. he almost laughs about it, mentioning how he was hailed as a literal demon child. their remarks about him being a polite, smart young child ( that is, for a toddler ) force him to ask a question that he still doesn’t have an answer to: is he actually himself ? he considers this sudden change from alleged human to fae an absolutely important event, but one he despises, especially as he yearns for mortality. if he truly is the original ouye, he wants to go back to being a human. the isolation of watching humans come and go like tiny specks is more than his large heart can handle.

the loss of his left eye is also a large event in his life. he didn’t actually lose it— it was originally just an injury, but with his negligence and refusal to take proper of it, it’s grown more and more blind beyond repair over so many years. immortality is only situational; injuries don’t fade away over time or heal with any supernatural capabilities. the loss of vision in his eye came from his brother while they were children. you know how i mentioned he was hailed as a demon child when he very evidently became a changeling? yeah, the eye injury is a direct result of that. a silver needle tip, straight through his eye. it’s one of the reasons he can never be a doctor despite his medical experience— needles make him freeze up like no other. he never unbandages his eye. over time, the lack of light has made it worse, almost leading it to be completely blind. as you could expect, an absolutely terrible life event too.

but then came his abduction. despite how it may sound, it was a godsend. stolen by a fae like himself and given refuge. and yet, it’s bittersweet— hundreds of years later, he knows his family is dead. they were terrible to him. and yet, why does he still miss them? why does he want to hear their voices, one last time? instead, his family is with other faes just like him, many of which he nurtured after he was rescued despite his young age ( though later caused compulsive caregiving ). and without his rescue, he wouldn’t be where he is today, surrounded by others just like him. he couldn’t tell you if the change was bad or not. maybe every other change was bad enough for him to be unable to tell the difference.

[himurakami]

@igniida      |      tarot readings

· · ·  what a peculiar fellow he had to read. truthfully , he wasn’t much of a social butterfly himself; staying cooped up in his room or somewhere quiet like the library seemed like the ideal sort of night for him. however , despite the introversion the two shared , idia was far more intense than he was. he had barely seen him around campus , though the brief moments he did , the poor soul looked spacey and terrified out of his mind. at least , that’s how he read him. · · ·   ❛ i will do a standard reading— an insight into your past , present , and future , ❜ ouye took the deck of dark lavender and gold tarot cards into his hands. after straightening them against the desk he sat at , he began to shuffle the cards slowly in fear the deck would suddenly explode and spill everywhere. the last thing he wanted was to look clumsy and unprofessional against an almost stranger. · · ·  once he felt like the deck was adequately shuffled , ouye slid one card off the top and placed it in front of idia , doing the same with the second and the third. he placed his deck down off to the side and sheepishly flickered his eye up to idia before flipping the card nearest to the right. · · ·   ❛ . . . eight of pentacles , ❜ he read out. ❛ you’re an heir to wealth and fortune. your future is bright , and that’s what it has to be; your home expects a lot from you. your work . . . aren’t you exhausted? you need a break— perfectionism isn’t the key. ❜ his hand hovered over the middle card , and just like the last , he flipped it over. · · ·   ❛ ohh , part of the major arcana . . .  ❜ his eye widened in amusement as he looked down at the card. ❛ reversed hermit . . . you live a life of solitude , hiding away from the world around you. you withdrawal from society and block out those around you , including your inner voice. you need to listen to yourself , you know . . . ? so much time alone , you need to reflect upon yourself as well. ❜ he couldn’t tell if he was doing a good job , but his heart was fully in the cards and he didn’t dare doubt what they were telling him. he flipped the last card to his left. · · ·   ❛ three of swords . . . you continue to wallow in your pity. grief follows you where you go— your heart bears its scars from the war it’s gone through. it . . . it needs a break. ❜ he couldn’t fully state what it meant for his future. a future of heartbreak? sure , a mystic he was , but he could give the mercy the cards couldn’t. · · ·   ❛ . . . please don’t be offended , but i think you need to see a therapist. ❜ aaaand there it is.

[himurakami]

i think i'll remake ouye's bio tonight. make a short and sweet version, then a second, more extensive version people can read if they want to. i tend to write a lot (his normal short bio is 14k characters, his long bio is 22 pages in google docs in default size 11 arial) and i also think it'd just be easier for people wanting to skim him real quick vs people who want something super in-depth. in the bio i gave i did omit his outfits, relationships, and some of his personality and i kept his backstory vague. i think ouye's family is also good to know bc it's rather extensive (though most are dead from old age as you would expect bc he was possessed by fae instead of being directly born one. dwdw he's had time to grieve he's fine) so! that's my plan for tonight, but it may take a little longer. if i can recall i have no threads rn i need to respond to (lemme know if otherwise) so luckily i can focus on it and probably chug it out in one night