#i love him so much i would gently nuzzle and stroke his horns afterward and get tingles when he purrs

[onenerdtwonagas]

Cultural Exchange

It had been nearly a month since the demigod moved in to Uriah’s apartment, and yet it didn��t feel nearly as odd as the young man had expected. Lessons on human etiquette were going surprisingly well, and it only took a week for Orpheus to stop growling or flinching every time an appliance beeped, or a car horn sounded from the streets below. Learning to use said appliances, however, would still take time, but Uriah was at least confident that Orpheus knew not to try operating any of them on his own just yet. He wasn’t stupid, by any means, just very new to the advances of human technology. It was like teaching a toddler to read or spell for the first time.

That being said, feeding and caring for a naga demigod was not always so simple. Uriah could and absolutely did his best to make sure Orpheus got enough to eat, though it was making a bit of a dent in his grocery bill. Finding clothes for him for the first time was a trial, too; he couldn’t very well take Orpheus with him, so finding clothes meant buying various styles and brands and having to traverse the stores multiple times to return whatever wasn’t going to work. And it certainly tried his poor nerves having to watch Orpheus in so many snug shirts and pants. A man can only take so much.

All the extra food and shopping expenses meant more work was needed, and until Orpheus was versed enough in human culture to have a job of any sort, that meant overtime for Uriah. He felt terrible, not being able to spend more time with Orpheus, but bills didn’t stop coming just because he wished they would. When he came home, Orpheus was always waiting for him, smiling and boasting whatever he’d managed to accomplish on his ‘homework’ assigned by Uriah. The first day he’d managed to memorize the alphabet, he’d been practically giddy.

Uriah recalled that evening as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, smiling to himself. The eagerness in Orpheus’ eyes when he’d asked to be shown how to spell Uriah’s name... The last ‘assignment’ he’d been working on was handwriting. Uriah could only imagine how excited Orpheus would be to show off his improvements.

“Babe, I’m home!”

He re-locked the door and shrugged off his jacket, cracking his neck to the left, then the right. The lights in the kitchen were on low, but it was quiet. His brow perked.

“Orpheus?”

Silence answered him. Odd. Normally he’d be halfway smothered in coils at that point, doing his best to fend off an almost-too-affectionate naga. Uriah set his small work bag on the counter and smoothed out his t-shirt, glancing into the living room space as he rounded the corner to the hallway. The only other light on came from the partially-open bedroom door, which Uriah cautiously eased in to.

“...Orpheus?”

The naga didn’t respond. He was reclined on the bed, tail sprawled partially on the mattress before spilling out on to the floor, and surrounding him were about half a dozen sheets of paper and a discarded pen. His bare chest rose and fell slowly, sound asleep, practically dead to the waking world.

Uriah snuck past the lazily wound tail on the floor and peeked over at the papers. Glancing up to make sure he hadn’t disturbed his lover, he leaned over and pulled the pages one by one, and turned them over. They were absolutely littered with Orpheus’ rough, but mildly improved handwriting, with hundreds of attempts at spelling Uriah’s name. Uriah muffled a sheepish groan with the pages pressed to his face as he caught sight of several flocks of hearts scribbled around what he assumed were Orpheus’ favorite attempts.

Good God, he’s so...

Uriah slid the papers down and peeked at Orpheus, still dozing. Usually, Orpheus made it a point to be the last to fall asleep, either by convenient hypnosis or Uriah’s own exhaustion. He liked to, as he put it, watch how peaceful he looked. It was a sweet sentiment, if not terribly embarrassing. But for the first time, Uriah got a good look at his sweetheart in the vulnerable state of sleep, all of his features softened and at ease. He’d never taken in Orpheus’ features like that before. The gentle, natural curve of his mouth, the length of his eyelashes, the way his silver hair fell across his face...

Uriah carefully eased up on to the bed, setting the papers aside and sitting close to Orpheus. It struck him how absolutely, completely, infinitely fortunate he was, that a demigod would love him so much. That someone, anyone, mortal or otherwise, would leave their home to be with him, to take the time to learn his culture, to understand an entirely new society’s way of doing things. Orpheus, heir to an immortal title of Night God, loved him, a mere human, so much that he spent hours practicing how to write his name, and littering the spaces between with fond scribbles of affection.

He smiled, watched Orpheus for a few moments more, and then reached out to brush his hair behind his ear. The naga stirred, his breath catching for a moment before his eyelids lazily fluttered open. It was almost a shame to wake him.

“Hmm...? Uriah?”

“Hi.”

“You’re home,” he said thickly, blinking. “What time...?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Orpheus shifted, looking up at Uriah. Something came to him.

“Oh. Oh, I uh—“ He stifled a yawn, barely hiding his fangs. “—practiced your name today. I wanted to show you.”

“I saw,” Uriah chuckled. He held up the papers briefly. “You must’ve been at it for a while.”

“Guess I was. Fell asleep doing it.”

He cocked his head slightly when he noticed Uriah’s eyes hadn’t left his face.

“What is it?”

“You,” Uriah said simply.

“Me? Do I have ink on me somewhere, or something?”

“No. It’s just... I realized how lucky I am, with you.”

Uriah stroked the line of Orpheus’ cheekbone with his thumb.

“How lucky I am to have met you, and that you love me, and how unbelievable it is that you’re mine. And you’re doing so much to learn how to live with me.”

Orpheus turned his face in to Uriah’s palm and nuzzled affectionately.

“I’d do anything for you, love.”

He shifted to sit up, but Uriah placed his hand on his chest.

“No, stay there. I want to enjoy this,” Uriah whispered, leaning over him. “Having a demigod all to myself...”

Orpheus smirked up at him, resettling into the pillows as Uriah hovered over him. He purred as Uriah closed the space between them, lips meeting for a blissfully long, tender moment. Uriah’s fingers combed through his hair, taking his time drawing sighs out of the naga beneath him.

“Mm...Not that I’m not thoroughly savoring this, but aren’t you tired? You worked all day,” Orpheus murmured. He traced a finger along Uriah’s jaw.

“No. I’ve got time for you. Especially after how hard you studied today. Ive gotta ask, though, but what possessed you to add all those goofy hearts?”

“You call those little things hearts?”

“What did you think they were?”

“Well, I assumed they meant ‘love’, at least, but I didn’t know what they were called, exactly,” Orpheus admitted. His cheeks tinted a mildly purple hue as he blushed. “They...they do mean ‘love’, don’t they?”

Uriah forced himself not to laugh.

“Yes, that’s what they mean.”

He paused, only mildly aware Orpheus was still touching his face.

“Do your kind have a symbol like that?”

“A love symbol? Of course, but it’s nothing like the one you humans use,” Orpheus answered. His hand dropped from Uriah’s cheek to stroke a knuckle along his collarbone. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I...just figure it’s only fair I learn about your culture, if you’re learning about mine.”

Orpheus’ smile grew a little wider.

“Let me see... Naga culture is fairly diverse, mind you, but there are a few universal words and symbols within our language.”

“Nagas have dialects?”

“Oh, dozens, hundreds. A naga from the desert will be infinitely different from one born in the mountains, or a river basin. And some will have accents within that.”

Uriah nodded.

“But the symbol for love tends to be rather similar, with just a little variation for some,” he continued. Orpheus’ hand dropped from Uriah’s collarbone to the center of his chest, a single claw tracing out the simple but twisting shape. He stared into Uriah’s eyes after, his gaze soft.

“That’s ‘love’. The two bound together, and space in the center containing all that is between them.”

Uriah felt warmth tingling across his face, and radiating beneath Orpheus’ finger where it remained on his chest.

“So...like this?”

He gently traced the same winding shape on Orpheus’ chest, looking into his face afterwards. Uriah wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the naga so smitten with him before.

“Just like that,” he praised.

“A-And, um...do you have a name for it, too?”

“We do.”

Orpheus bent up, his cheek brushing seductively against Uriah’s, and whispered into his ear in a language he couldn’t name. It was soft, lilting almost, with a silken hiss. He wouldn’t have been able to replicate it even if he tried, he was certain; no one could make it sound as sweet as it did coming off of Orpheus’ tongue. Uriah closed his eyes and repeated the gesture of the symbol on the naga’s chest.

“Say it again?” he asked shyly. Orpheus obliged and retraced the shape himself before kissing Uriah’s cheek, warm and affectionate.

“I-I wish I could pronounce that,” he confessed, a feather-light laugh escaping him.

“Maybe I can teach you,” Orpheus purred, beckoning Uriah back down with him. His strong arms wrapped around him, hands tracing over the man’s spine, coaxing his head onto his chest.

“It sounds beautiful. I’ve never heard you use that language before.”

“That’s the ancient tongue. It’s simplified quite a bit over the years, and in some areas I know we’ve mingled with human languages. Latin, for one, which sounds divine when you use it, by the way.”

“Oh, stop. I only know it for science jargon.”

“Divine jargon.”

They both shared a laugh, brief but sincere, before Uriah settled more comfortably against Orpheus. He loved laying with him like that, with his head over his heart, listening to his strong and steady pulse. Orpheus’ claws glided effortlessly through his curls, just barely ghosting against his scalp. Uriah loosely twirled a strand of his lover’s hair around his finger and let himself melt.

“I’m going to love learning with you. Every little thing.”

“I’d love nothing more.”

[exophilelovings]

@wolfangelwings Satyr date! I hope she enjoys her lovely valentine’s present!

When he asked you to the theater you were a little surprised. Usually your dates were a little more eclectic; odd coffee shops and little diners that didn’t have more then four tables. He seemed to know all the little spots in town, so when he texted you the address for the popular theater, and to dress nice you couldn’t believe you were going somewhere so nice. You had dressed up, finding a nice enough dress to the invitation he sent. It had been so cute, the little invitation he had made for you, in scrawling font on the old parchment. He had always loved to do these cute little things for you. You had a collection of poems and pressed flowers, dating him had felt like stepping back in time. So as you got ready for tonight, you braided a few little sprigs of baby’s breath from the large bouquet he had sent you earlier. When you realized there were only eleven roses it made you laugh, assuring yourself he had taken one for a snack.

You were really excited because he had promised to take you to his house afterward. You had been to your apartment a few times after some dates, but this had been the first time you would see his house. He had shown you pictures, the little cottage in the woods looking like an absolute dream. He joked that he had been born into a woodland fantasy and you were sure he was right. When you stepped out of the cab and you saw him, the button down shirt and the page boy cap with his horns curling around the sides of his youthful face, you could feel your heart melt. He was so adorable all dressed up, and he waves when he sees you step out of the taxi.

He jogs over to the taxi, the clop of his hooves on the sidewalk as he grabs your hand. “You look...absolutely stunning.” He says, looking you over with the big yellow eyes you know so well. You can see those long eyelashes you’re so jealous of as he blinks, pulling you close to his side. “I got us two tickets to ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ by Oscar Wilde.” He smiles widely as he leads you towards the theater doors. “It’s a comedy, I promise.”

You can’t help but laugh and the last play he had taken you to had been an absolute tragedy and you had been sobbing by the end and absolutely furious that he had brought you to something where you had ruined your very careful makeup. You laughed as you took his hand. “Thank you so much for the flowers. Everyone at work was jealous as all get out. But I did notice there was only eleven.” You eye him and he blushes brightly, giving a little embarrassed bleat. “I uh, got bored waiting for the delivery guy to show.” He said, cheeks still bright pink as he led you into the theater. You can't help the laugh, but he knows it's all in jest.

You sit next to each other, exchanging glances in the dim light as the performers move across the stage and go over well practiced lines. He chuckles at some older tongue in cheek references the actors make you don't quite understand, but he would squeeze your hand and smile. After you settled back into your seats after intermission he gently placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. You place a hand on his knee, fingers swirling through the wiry fur on his legs. It was in thick tufts up his thighs but  it dwindled to smoothness along his calves to the well trimmed black hooves. He always made sure that he was perfectly presentable in public if he wasn’t going to be wearing pants. He had always complained about finding something to perfectly fit his tail and wasn’t too tight since his hair was fairly thick. You feel the press of his lips against the top of your head and you can’t help but sigh and close your eyes. You couldn’t quite get into this play but being snuggled with him was so nice, even if it was in these fairly uncomfortable seat.

He nudges you when the house lights come up and he smiles as you let out a little yawn. “Sorry if you lost interest, I really thought you would like this one.” He said, putting a kiss on your hand as he leads you out. “Come on, We’ve still got all valentines night.” He said as he pulled you into a cab. He chatted about the play and you nodded along, saying things about what you remembered before you had totally dozed off. As you seemed to move deeper into the forest, he seemed to be even more and more comfortable. A hand rested on your thigh and he nuzzled into your neck a moment, giving little playful kisses to you neck. The cab dropped you both off at a little white garden gate and you stand in moment at awe. This isn’t a little garden cottage he had made you thought it was. It looks like a victorian mansion covered in ivy and flowers.

“Shall we?” He asks, pressing his hand to the small of your back as he opens the gate. “You did not tell me you had a house like this!” You squeak out, letting him lead you down the little stone path, his hoof steps echoing around the little garden. He led you into the front door with a smile sheepish smile. “I inherited it from my grandfather.” He said. “And he from his, and he from his. It’s been in my family a long time.” He gives you a quick tour and you can’t help but eye the large library with old time-worn books and he promises that he will let you look through the shelves later. He leads you upstairs with a bit of a sly smile. “And this, is the bedroom.” He smiles as you look around. Everything is in tones of brown or olive green and the bed against the back wall looks too fluffy to not just sink into. He grabs your hand and slowly leads you into the room and closes the door with a smile. “I was hoping you would say the night and...really enjoy this valentines day.” He said, one hand starting to slide farther down from the small of your back. Before you can even answer he leaned down to kiss you and you can only feel yourself agree. You reach up and pull the cap off his head, fingers curling into the curly thick hair at the back of his head. “I will take that as a yes.” He smiled, biting your lip as he pulled away.

He reaches up behind you and slowly tugs down the zipper to your dress. “Now, I know you ate dinner with your parents, but I…” He continues to pull the zipper till it gets to the base and you feel the fabric slowly pull down your shoulder as his eyes continue to take in every inch of skin that is exposed when the dress pools around your ankles. “I’d just love a snack.” He said pulling you back towards the bed. “Now why don’t you lay down for me?” He purred as you couldn’t help but follow his gentle hand as you lay down on the bed with a happy sigh. It was just as soft as you imagined as you sink into the mattress. He steps around the bed and you can hear the clop on the floor as you tilt your head up. He smiles down at you as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. “Now, I don’t want you going anywhere.” He smiles and ducks down a moment before pulling up a cuff. You can’t help the little nervous giggle as you put your arms up. You’re sure he just has a pair of cuff but as you watch him cuff your arms, you realize you can’t move them at all. He moves around to the bottom of the bed and you lift your head up and your eyes catch the glimpse of another cuff. You feel the felt wrap around your ankles and his fingers smoothing over them, making sure the velcro was in place before he started on your other ankle. “There we are.” he said with a grin, patting your thigh.

“Not exactly what I expected from my sweet satyr.” You smile, lifting your head only a moment to look him in his golden yellow eyes before having to place your head back down. You can hear a chuckle as he begins moving around the bed again. You can see him when he comes up along the side of the bed. You watch as he pulls off his shirt and you can see his back as he hangs his shirt in the closet, looking back at you. “Oh, those little things?” He said picking up a bowl but you can’t see what’s in it. He walks back around to the end of the bed and you can no longer see him. You can only look up for a few moments at a time, and then you need to lay your head back down to avoid the pain in your neck. You gasp when you feel the cold porcelain of the bowl against your stomach. “Just a small snack.” You can almost feel his grin against your skin as his fingers move your panties aside. “You know, it’s odd. I can’t stand cold grapes. I always liked them better warm.” He said, and you shiver as you feel a bit of movement from the bowl on your stomach. “I’m sure you can help.”

You squeak as you feel the push of his fingers and the small cold orb pressing into you. “Hey!” You can hear his laugh, sounding innocent even though his actions are absolutely the opposite. “What my love? Is it too much?” You don’t want to admit how odd it feels. The cold spot slowly going warm and only the light pressure remaining. “N-No, just a shock.” You murmur and you can hear a little snicker. “Oh just you wait.” You gasp as you feel his hot mouth on your slit then, tongue diving deep and dragging the grape out of your body. “Oh, fuck.” You pant a moment, feeling a hand move up to steady the bowl. “Careful love, I’d hate to drop the bowl, if it breaks I’ll have to get the frozen grapes from the freezer, and those were only for if your bad.” He said, tongue flicking over your clit and you cant help a whimper. This easily continues for minutes or hours, between grapes his fingers stroke in and out. You moaned out as he pulled another grape from your body with that long hot tongue. Another press of his hot fingers and his mouth closes in on your clit. You groan and squirm the best you can before giving a weak cry, body quaking.

He pulls the bowl from your belly and kisses the cold patch of skin. “Oh my darling, this is only the beginning of your valentine’s day~”

[sassphicdragoness]

Non-Sexual Acts of Intimacy - Corbin

If I needed a bigger Fire Emblem OTP than Chrobin, it’s gotta be Corbin. Especially if it’s the F!Robin/F!Corrin and the M!Robin/F!Corrin variants. Also, I decided to dig back into my Angst Goddess roots for this one. @lady-drake in particular is going to murder me in my sleep for it. :D Especially since the two M/F Corbin prompts are direct references to the current RP we’re doing or them. Enjoooooy~~! P.S. I blame @rubiarts for making me ship this. 

Sharing a dessert (FxF – Modern AU)

Most couples celebrated their anniversary with a fancy dinner date at a romantic restaurant. Robin and Corrin preferred things more simple and sentimental – hence the massive banana split with all the fix-ins sitting on the table for them to share. With fond smiles, they clinked their plastic forks together – “Cheers!” – and dug in.

It was surreal how much time had passed. It felt like it as only yesterday that they were at this very ice cream parlor sharing a sweet treat, and then confessing their immense feelings for one another. Hard to believe that was two years ago – their sophomore year. Now, here they were, enjoying their last ice cream date a week before they were to walk across the stage for their bachelor’s degrees… Time sure did fly fast.

“Oh, Ladybird~!”

Robin snapped out of her thoughts to see Corrin holding up a spoonful of ice cream with a cheeky grin… With a matching smirk, Robin leaned forward to eat the dessert, only for Corrin to snatch the spoon away at the last second. She was met with Corrin’s lips instead, and she had zero complaints. Both giggled and held the sweet, chaste kiss before Corrin pulled away and offered the ice cream again. This time, Robin got to eat it.

“Excited for graduation, love?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. Can’t wait to finally get my $57,000 piece of parchment.” Corrin smiled, taking her own helping of ice cream. “But more than that…” Her smile grew fonder. “I can’t wait to move into our new apartment.”

“Same. I’m already brainstorming some decorating ideas.” Robin chuckled. She stole a piece of banana and gazed at Corrin’s adorable smile. “Oh, which reminds me! Your grad gift arrived in the mail yesterday.”

“Oh, you spoil me, Ladybird…” Corrin grabbed another bite when he phone suddenly went off. She set her spoon down to see a new email.

[Order # 5405. Your Nohr Jeweler’s order has been delivered! Description: White Sapphire Engagement Ring x 1 ]

Corrin’s cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. She set her gaze upon Robin and reached over to grasp her hand. “Looks like yours just arrived, too…”

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A Playing with B’s Hair (FxF – Fates)

Robin still had no idea how she had ended up in this new land of Nohr. Now that the war was over and Hoshido and Nohr were at peace, she would eventually have to leave and travel back home to Ylisse… but the adorable dragon girl curled up in her lap was making it incredibly difficult.

The tactician pulled her eyes away from her book to gaze fondly at Corrin. The princess’ head was cradled comfortably in Robin’s lap, incessantly purring a Robin’s lither finger’s combed and threaded through her ivory hair. While her draconic horns weren’t showing, her tail unapologetically swayed in content, sometimes flickering upwards whenever Robin’s fingers massaged a really good spot on her head.

Each day, this precious girl was wearing down Robin’s resolve to leave. Such was the mistake she’d made in bonding and falling in love with her. Robin was growing less and less vested in finding her way back home – but alas, she was needed back home and had duties to tend to. The very thought saddened her…

She soon lost interest in the book she was reading and set it down for the evening. Robin effortlessly scooped Corrin into her arms and carried her to her royal chambers. After laying her down, Robin shed her thick coat and crawled in next to her, resuming her affectionate hair petting. She was so precious… it pained her that they would eventually have to part ways…

“…Robin…” Corrin whimpered in her sleep, shifting closer and wrapping her arms around the tactician’s torso. She practically clung to her, nuzzling softly against Robin’s chest. “…please… d-don’t leave me…”

Robin’s eyes softened, then began to water. Her petting turned into outright burying her hand in Corrin’s hair, now afraid to let go. A sharp pain manifesting itself in her chest.

“…stay with me, Robin…” Corrin continued to plead, fisting the back of her shirt with both hands. “…please… stay… don’t go…”

Robin managed to keep her emotions in check for the past few weeks when the topic was first brought up. But now… her heart was breaking for both of them. She allowed a single tear to trail down her cheek, her arms fully cradling Corrin with a shaky sigh.

‘I’m sorry, Corrin…’ she continued to stroke her hair, as if trying to soothe her. In reality, she was trying to burn the very feel and texture of her hair into her memory. ‘…I wish… I could stay…’

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Adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/etc. (M!R x F!C – Modern!AU)

“Can you zip me up, love?”

Robin lifted his attention from the tie and watched Corrin lifting her thick hair up. The back of the navy blue dress was wide open, exposing black lingerie and bare skin. With a fond smile, he wordlessly chuckled and walked over to her. “Can you help with my tie afterwards?” was his rhetorical response as he hooked the top of the dress together, and then dragged the zipper upwards along its track. He admired the way the fabric hugged and accentuated her gorgeous curves. “You look beautiful as always, Corrin…”

A soft tinge of color touched Corrin’s cheeks, but she smiled with equal adoration. She adjusted the navy tie, making sure it was tied securely and perfectly centered before creasing the collar of his dress shirt. With that, she brushed her hands down the front of his chest, then balanced on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“And you look handsome and dapper…” Another kiss, “…as always.”

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One crying about something (M!R x F!C – Modern AU)

To call Robin a nervous wreck was putting it nicely. He sat in the stark white emergency room, ignoring the television blaring some stupid sports shit. Amber eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying for the last few hours. The haunting call he’d gotten from the hospital was echoing non-stop in his head, making him feel worse and worse by the second.

“Your wife was in a serious car accident, and she went into early labor.”

Everything was a blur was after that – he booked it out of work, grabbed Morgana from school, and broke no less than thirty traffic laws driving to the hospital. The last he heard, Corrin had fallen unconscious on her way to the hospital, and that was causing complications with the early onset of labor…

He felt so helpless and terrified – there was nothing he could do to help them right now. All he could do was prey to every deity above that everything would be alright. His heart hadn’t stopped hammering in his chest since he’d first gotten the news, and the fear alone of possibly losing one or both of them left him with a vice-like grip around his heart.

“Daddy?”

Robin swiped at his eyes with the back of his soaked sleeve and gazed upon the six year old girl. He swept a hand through her short ivory locks, and against all odds, he smiled for her. “Yes, honey?”

Morgana looked at him with precious crimson eyes – her mother’s eyes – and lifted her hand to wipe another tear away from his face. She looked worried, too, and she threw her arms around him and squeezed him as hard as she could. “Please don’t cry. Mommy’s gonna be fine.”

Just like that, Robin turned into a blubbering mess and tightened his embrace around her. He pressed his cheek firmly against the top of her head. Barely managing to bite back a sob, he rocked her gently in his arms, cradling her and nodded as he pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. “I know, honey… Mommy is gonna be okay… She’s gonna be just fine…” He sighed in exasperation. “She’ll be just fine…”

He repeated that in his head to reassure himself that everything would be fine. His wife and their unborn son would be fine… They had to be fine… He couldn’t lose them… not like this…

“Mr. Reflet?”

Both father and daughter snapped their heads up, seeing a nurse in green scrubs standing in front of them. His heart skipped a beat when she began to smile.

“Your wife and new son would like to see you.”