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Stormborn

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41952342/chapters/106688625

Jorah x Daenerys

Summary: In the midst of the storm, something is born.

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming

Note: This story is part of my Jorleesi Smut Series: Eonian. Stories included in this series may or may not be connected with each other unless stated otherwise.

“Over there, Khaleesi,” Jorah says with urgency. He wraps an arm around his queen’s waist while his other hand rests on the pommel of Heartsbane as he guides her off the path they were walking and towards the small woodcutter’s cottage sitting a few feet deep from the edge of the forest.

He ushers her in as soon as he pushes open the door. His eyes survey the cramped space in an instant for any firewood that could have been left laying around by the owner when relief floods his senses upon seeing a pile sitting in the corner, striding to it almost immediately, intent on building a fire to warm his queen.

But he curses under his breath when he sees notices them be damp, Jorah already knowing it's from the cold that continues to seep in through the wooden walls. They wouldn’t be good enough to start a fire, and even if he attempts in doing so, all his efforts will be for naught.

“Jorah—” He hears Daenerys call to him, her teeth chattering and her body shivering when he turns to face her. The door of the cottage was still wide open, allowing the winds to come through.

Quickly walking towards her, he shuts the door closed and takes his queen gently by the hand. He sits her down on the lone mattress on the other side of the shack. Taking both of her small hands in his gloved ones, he presses them to his mouth and blows out hot air to her skin, trying his best to warm her up.

He knew he shouldn’t have given in to his queen’s demands to walk through the forest, especially without any guards or even Grey Worm in tow. He already noticed the dark clouds from the distance as they left the Keep, even heard the smallfolk chatter about a storm brewing as they passed them along the path. But still, he turned a blind eye, seeing how his queen looked happy to be relieved of her royal duties, to roam freely without judgment or fear in the northernmost island of the seven kingdoms.

Even so, he should have suggested turning back earlier. Should have been adamant about it too. To make their way to safety before the first cloud reached Bear Island. That a short midday walk would have sufficed yet each time he tells her to head back, she gives him that look they both know he cannot resist and walks on with her arm around his, deeper into the forest and farther away from the Keep, missing the danger that was fast approaching.

And now, they’re trapped in a small cottage with his queen freezing and surprisingly, himself too. How he curses the years he’s spent in exile in the East, causing him to be used to the heat and sensitive to colder climates.

He continues to blow on her hands, pressing them against her cheeks as he puts his in his effort to keep the heat within her body. But seeing the way she continues to shiver, it’s useless to push on. Dragons hate the cold. He thinks to himself and kneels upright upon the mattress to unclasp the pin that holds his bear fur cloak to his body. He drapes it around her shoulders and folds her within, glad for their size difference as the cloak almost swallows her whole when he cocoons her in it.

“Is that better, Khaleesi?” He asks.

She simply nods, a small smile forming on her lips and then on his as he watches her nuzzle her face against the fur. The pink in her cheeks and nose grows deeper, and he asks himself if it’s because she’s blushing or because of the cold. He chooses the latter.

Once he notices Daenerys’ shaking subsides, Jorah undoes the belt that holds Heartsbane to his hip, leaning the sword against the wall before taking a seat beside her but keeping almost a foot or two between them for the sake of propriety. He turns to look at his queen and watches her sit in silence and bury her face into the cloak. And all of a sudden, it’s like he’s transported back to the Red Waste, the both of them stranded in the blazing desert with her small khalasar, waiting for either help or death to take them. Except now, they’re no longer in the barren wasteland but in the clutches of a winter storm. And it is no longer the heat they are up against but the cold. And freezing to death is not something he wishes to bestow upon his queen, or even himself.

Time passes by in a daze and Jorah finds himself lulling into sleep. His mind is filled with white and gray, fog clouding his vision that he cannot see past his hands when he holds them out in front of him. He’s walking aimlessly, trudging through the knee-deep snow and when he notices that he’s alone, he jolts awake.

He’s freezing. It’s the first thing he thinks of when he opens his eyes, his teeth now chattering uncontrollably and his body shaking almost violently. He feels his face, along with his fingers go stiff, and worry starts to creep into him as the feeling of his toes seems to be dwindling. Fear takes over upon thinking that this is the beginning of his end.

He startles when he feels a weight atop him. Relaxing when he sees that it’s only his queen sitting, or more like straddling, his lap and wrapping the cloak around the both of them. Yet his body stiffens just as quickly when he notices just how close she is to him, his heart beating hard against his chest as his blue eyes meet her amethysts.

“We must keep warm, Ser.” She says in almost a whisper. “And I think this way, our lives would be saved.”

There is a slight shiver in her voice but he couldn’t agree more with her words. That sharing each other’s body heat will be their best chance of survival. It’s what he and the other men did when they went beyond the wall to catch a wight, huddling together against the rocks as they waited for the dead to meet them.

He throws all caution to the wind and wraps his arms around his queen’s waist, pulling her against his chest and burying his face on her shoulder, a sigh of relief escaping his lips when he feels the warmth slowly creep in. Modesty be damned for in this time of peril, they need to stay alive.

They hold each other for a long while, her arms around his neck and her face pressed against the side of his head while his own finds the crook of her neck, breathing in her fragrance of lemons and lavender hidden within the scent of snow and pines, and allowing himself to bask in the warmth that surrounds them. But a low groan unexpectedly erupts from his throat, his body shivering, no longer from the cold, but from the way he feels Daenerys roll her hips against his, feeling his shaft slowly harden underneath his breeches from her movements.

“Khaleesi,” It comes out as a choke as he tries to keep her still, his hands tightening their hold on her hips to stop her yet his attempt is a lost cause when she only presses herself down on him harder, another groan leaving him when his cock twitches at the pressure. “What are you—”

She presses her lips against his, preventing him from speaking further. His hands only grasp her sides harder with his eyes blowing wide from what his queen is doing to him. Unbelieving of what’s happening at the moment. If he’s still dreaming but he knows not if he wants to be awakened.

“We have to stay warm, my bear.” She whispers the words once more against his mouth when she breaks the kiss, her hot breath fanning across the scruff of his beard and onto his cheeks, making him realize that he is indeed awake. That his queen blessed him with a kiss. A shiver then runs up his spine when he feels her lips against the apple of his cheek and her hand reaching up to caress the side of his neck. “Keep me warm,” It comes out as a plea and it burns something within him to hear her beg for him. “Please.”

And it’s as if something within him snaps, something that compels him to do as she asks, that all thoughts of wariness leave his mind, allowing himself to grab her face and pull her down to crash his lips against hers. His kiss eager and wanting, yearning for the affections of the woman who meets his passion, a hand moving down to run it along the curve of her side and pulling her flush against his chest.

His head tilts up to keep their lips together, his mouth devouring hers as she raises herself on her knees, her hands grabbing the skirts of her winter dress and bunching it up to her waist. Jorah grabs hold of the glove on his hand and tosses the article to the ground, his warm hand running up the bare thigh of his queen, rough and calloused hand feeling her smooth skin before resting it against her arse and giving it a hard squeeze.

Jorah tilts his head back when she pulls away from the kiss, groaning as he feels her lips rest upon his neck, latching her teeth against a patch of skin before sucking on it, making him squeeze her arse harder. His hand then moves between their bodies, running it down to cup her mound through her small clothes and feeling her curls tickle his palm before finding her sacred pearl and rolling his finger against it through the flimsy fabric.

She moans on his skin and it only pushes him to move his hand faster, moving the fabric to the side and groaning from the heat that her cunt emits and the slick pooling at the apex of her thighs staining his fingers. And slowly, his other hand reaches for the back of her head, pulling her away from his neck only to have her face him, watching her eyes roll back and her mouth hanging open when he slips two fingers past her folds.

Oh, how she gasps his name makes the fire in him burn brighter, delighting with how his queen come undone before him and all because of his doing. All because of him. Not Drogo. Not Daario. Not Jon or any of the noble lords that seek her hand, but him. Her knight. Her sworn sword. Her bear.

He thrusts them deep and urges his queen to keep her eyes on him, pressing their foreheads together as he fucks her with his fingers, sliding them in and out of her with ease from the slick that continues to flow from her cunt. She begs once more, her eyes pleading as she looks on, her hand reaching up to cup his face as she pulls them once more into a kiss.

Her hand then slides down between them, plucking on the strings of his breeches and Jorah quickly pulls his fingers out of her cunt, slipping them past his lips, humming as he finally gets a taste of her sweet sweet nectar, savoring her flavor before moving to stand on his knees, Daenerys sliding off his lap and helping her push down his trousers, a groan of relief leaving his lips when his cock springs free from its confines.

She tries to hold him but Jorah doesn’t give her that chance, taking both her hands and having her wrap them around his shoulders before he takes hold of her waist, cradling her and sitting himself down on his hunches to pull her back atop him. He tilts his head tilted back to face his queen and slowly, he feels like a thousand suns have burned him as he sinks her down on his cock, to have her impale herself on him, moans leaving them both as he stretches her walls, loving how her cunt clenches around him.

“Khaleesi!” He chokes out as he sits fully inside of her, keeping himself still and pressing his forehead on her shoulder to calm himself down, not wanting the moment to finish just as it began.

“My bear, please.” She moans into the air and Jorah looks up to face her again, seeing her eyes wide like a doe, the sight making his breath hitch. The sensation of her around him feels so surreal, like a dream, and he starts to think that maybe he has died from the cold and that this is nothing but a fantasy that the gods have bestowed upon him.

But she starts to move, her walls rubbing against his cock as she slowly bounces against him that his thoughts shatter, his mind going blank that he doesn’t think twice any longer about gripping her body tight, a hand on her shoulder and one on her waist as he pulls himself up on his knees and begins to thrust in her at a fast pace. Her moans escape her as strings of beautiful notes, a song she’s made solely for him as he drives himself within.

Her hand comes up to the base of his neck and he groans when he feels her fingers dig into his skin, scratching him, hurting him deliciously. But the act doesn’t deter him, only pushes him further, and urges him to fulfill his task. Hips moving faster and harder, frantic and relentless, a lone thought forming into his mind and that is to please his queen, to do as she bids, to save her from the bloody cold by fucking the heat into her body.

She gasps once more and this time it’s his name, Jorah looks up when Daenerys cups his face and kisses her hard and passionately, tongues and lips in a mash of desperation as she slips hers into his mouth, Jorah moans as his queen tastes him, tastes herself on his tongue that rolls and licks and laps against hers.

He then feels his muscles tighten and he knows that she’s not far off from her peak as well. With the ways her cunt clamps down on his cock with every thrust he makes, sucking him in, pushing, pleading, and desiring him to go deeper, to stretch her further like no man has ever done and it only makes him growl like an animal, like the bear that he truly is, moaning her name in her mouth as he quickens his pace even further.

“Jorah! I’m—” But she never finishes her words. Jorah moves to lay her back against the mangy mattress, the bear cloak forgotten and unneeded for the heat that consumes their body is enough to keep the cold away, the windows steaming from their coupling. Jorah grabs hold of her thigh and wraps it around his waist, his arm around her shoulder as he tries to hold her down, angling himself to plunge his cock deeper within, to press against that sacred spot she keeps hidden.

“For me, Khaleesi.” He doesn’t recognize his voice when he begs for her release, his eyes boring into hers, drowning in the lilac pools as he keeps up his pace. “For me,” He says once more and it’s as if his words have caused something within her to stir, Daenerys grabs hold of his arms tight, gripping his muscles, and her cunt squeezing his cock then Jorah feels her essence coat him in a warm embrace.

He doesn’t hold back now, his teeth clenching as he feels the muscles of his abdomen constrict, the familiar pull swirling in him that he snaps his hips once more, a final thrust to bury himself deep into her core that he stills and growls out her name into the frigid air, spilling within and filling her with his seed.

He pants heavily as he keeps himself buried in her cunt, his forehead pressed against her shoulder as he tries to steady his heart and his breathing. Her hand caresses the back of his head, fingers running through his hair before taking hold of his chin and tugging it up, looking into her eyes as she makes him face her.

“Thank you, my bear.” She whispers and there’s a small smile painting on his face.

The wind continues to howl and he feels the strength of the storm beyond the cabin, but he thinks none of it. Ignores the peril that awaits them from within the cabin, he has everything that he needs and he knows that his queen has everything she needs in him.

Jorah keeps his arms around his queen as she lays atop him, the cloak serving as a warm blanket over their bodies while her cunt remains wrapped around his cock.

It was her very request that has brought them in such a position, and Jorah, although hesitating for a while gave in and kept himself nestled within her. But such gesture has proven to be both torture and pleasure for when the cold makes itself known again, she’d roll her hips against his, bringing his cock to attention for her to move against once more, taking and taking from him everything and with him being the devoted knight that he is, giving and giving everything of him.

  -

  Hours passed before Grey Worm found them holed up in the cabin. The Unsullied General says nothing upon seeing their state on the dingy bed and gives them the privacy to right themselves before leaving the place that has served as their protection from the storm.

The rest of the small band of Unsullied line up the horses they’ve brought for their queen in her sworn sword, Jorah carefully helping Daenerys up on the mare and making sure that the cloak he’s worn on her stays on her shoulders on their way back to Mormont Keep. He turns to make his way to the horse provided for him when he stops upon hearing his queen call his name.

“Will you ride with me, Ser?” She asks, Jorah blinking at her request before giving her a nod and mounting himself on her mare, sitting comfortably behind her.

He stays quiet on their way back, his mind flitting to their unexpected coupling in the cabin. And the thought pains Jorah that such a thing shall never happen again. That she only needed his body in order for her to survive. And who is he to complain? His queen has given him so much more than he expected. Her forgiveness. A place at her side as she rules the seven kingdoms. And he’s happy to be content with what they have, with what she has to offer him.

But his thoughts leave him when Daenerys turns in her seat, the mare whining from her sudden movement that it causes them to stop the trek. He looks at her and blinks when she takes the cloak from her shoulders and messily wraps it around his as well, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he takes the fabric and fixes it upon him. His heart blooms with warmth when she wraps the tails of the fur around her, cocooning the both of them snuggly.

“Is everything alright, Khaleesi?” He asks softly before tapping his boot against the side of the mare, urging for the beast to push on.

She nods before turning her head to face him, a smile on her lips. “I just wanted to keep my love warm as well.” She says.

Her words leave him stunned that, it takes the voice of Grey Worm to alert him of the way he was leading his horse to bring him back to the present. Her love. Him? He can’t believe it. Is this all to be true? Yet the way his queen tucks her head against the crook of his neck makes it seem so that he leans down to push his luck and presses a light kiss to her temple, his heart growing full from the way she sighs and leans against him.

He rests his head against her hair all the way back to the Keep and it makes him think what a force of nature his queen, his love, truly is. Similar to how she was born, her love for him has been made known in the midst of a storm.

[gbhbl]

Single Slam: Oceans of Slumber, Body Horror, Trash Boat, Fang Club, Million Moons, Lowlives, Chaos Doctrine, Smo, Shoun Shoun, Eonian, Scarlet Rebels, downcast, Gurt, Iress, newshapes, Vanitas, Alterjoy, and Gatecreeper!

Today’s single slam features Oceans of Slumber, Body Horror, Trash Boat, Fang Club, Million Moons, Lowlives, Chaos Doctrine, Smo, Shoun Shoun, Eonian, Scarlet Rebels, downcast, Gurt, Iress, newshapes, Vanitas, Alterjoy, and Gatecreeper.

Today’s single slam features Oceans of Slumber, Body Horror, Trash Boat, Fang Club, Million Moons, Lowlives, Chaos Doctrine, Smo, Shoun Shoun, Eonian, Scarlet Rebels, downcast, Gurt, Iress, newshapes, Vanitas, Alterjoy, and Gatecreeper. You can read our thoughts about the latest singles from these bands below. Oceans of Slumber – Where Gods Fear to Speak Oceans of Slumber defy any and all…

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Eonian [The Nomad (EP)]. 2021. Bandcamp, Spotify, Facebook, Amazon, Youtube. Twitter(metalone). S.A.Music.

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TAZ Release First Single and Video 'Shipwrecked'

Eonian Records is pleased to present the first single and lyric video, ‘Shipwrecked’ from the upcoming two album set from TAZ.  Of the many “almost-famous” Rock bands from The Sunset Strip throughout the ‘80s, TAZ stands out as the biggest. This band combined Pop, Funk, Metal, and Glam with a stage show that would not let you look away for fear of missing something amazing. ‘Shipwrecked’ was…

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STORY SPECIFIC

Aberration

Amaranthine: the Book of Immortality

Antiquated Curiosities

Arcane Harbor

Ascension

Astraia’s Journey

Desta & the Hellhound

Eonian

Evanesce

Incendium

Memoir of the Lonesome

Solace of You

Vagrant

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Fen Holloway (Solace of You)

Into the Fen-iverse (AU Fen- side blog)

Tyra Barnett (Ascension)

Takoda Nomikos (Solace of You)

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“Like Candlelight” - Fen Holloway & Takoda Nomikos (Solace of You)

“No Longer Monsters” - Kyron/Damien Jackson (Arcane Harbor)

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EONIAN Release Cover of ABBA's 'Lay All Your Love On Me', Feat. Christopher Amott from Dark Tranquillity

EONIAN Release Cover of ABBA’s ‘Lay All Your Love On Me’, Feat. Christopher Amott from Dark Tranquillity

Have you ever imagined what ABBA would sound like if they played Symphonic Death Metal? Well, listen below to EONIAN‘s new cover and find out for yourself! Eonian is an international symphonic death metal collective assembled in 2020 by Spanish, Manhattan-based guitarist Jaume Antuñano. “The Nomad”, Eonian’s debut EP was released in 2021 and featured 11 guest musicians from all over the world.…

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𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧.

eonian \ əʊnɪən \ (adj.) - continuing forever or indefinitely; lasting for an immeasurable amount of time

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x gn!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: food always tastes better when it's shared with someone you love. even if you're too tired to appreciate it ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader doesn't like red bean paste lol (this is self indulgent because i do not like red bean paste. im sorry.) ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 2k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: i love domesticity i love boring things about being in love!!! in my mind gojo isn't sealed and nothing bad ever happens to him, he's eating taiyaki on the floor and happy ♡ please enjoy

satoru said he’d be home hours ago.

tracking him down when he was out on a mission was near impossible. you both agreed that if there was any kind of emergency, he’d definitely find a way to get to you. but if not, no news was good news with satoru’s work.

unfortunately, this made any type of planning difficult for the two of you, so you had to soak up all the time together you could.

by the time you had finished dinner, your appetite was gone, and you’d realized that the last thing you wanted to do was eat by yourself in the quiet apartment. you covered the food, as if a thin layer of plastic would help to preserve the presentation and flavor. satoru would eat when he’s home, and you’d join him, you thought.

mealtimes always made satoru a little bashful. he refused to eat without you, and would pout if you didn’t uphold your end of it as well. satoru firmly believes that food always tastes better when you share it with someone you love. whether or not it’s true, or whether or not you believe it yourself, satoru has an almost parasitic way of infecting you with every inch of him; so throughout your entire relationship, you can count all the meals you’ve eaten alone on one hand.

hidden beneath the five languages of love, there has to be a secret, sixth one that satoru has surrounding food. what better way to tell you he loves you than to cut your apples the way you like? or remember your takeout order? not to mention the sampling of any dessert place within a certain radius of his mission, just for him to steal a bite. or two. or three.

sharing a meal with satoru felt deeply intimate. with every bite from his plate, it felt like his love was devouring you at the same time. whole, or piece by piece, even. he had always wondered if you’d caught on that his sweet tooth developed after he kissed you for the first time. he’s just hoping to find something sweet enough to hold himself over until the next time he gets to fall in love with you again, and again.

collapsing on the couch, you drifted off thinking about what dessert he’d bring you this time. some type of pastry? a sweet bread, doughnut, or maybe a cake sampling? you wondered if he’d smear icing on your nose so he could kiss it off again, or how many kisses he’d steal between bites. or even, the gentle way he held his hand underneath your chin to catch any stray crumbs.

your daydreaming got the best of you, however, and you hadn't realized the time when you heard the all-too familiar sound of a key jingling in the door handle.

you sit up a bit and make yourself look like you weren’t fantasizing about a man who is already and desperately yours. you didn’t want satoru to feel guilty–he wouldn’t want you to stay up too late for him.

it’s around 3am when the door opens.

he looks wiped. your poor, pouty boyfriend melted in your arms when you met him at the door.

“i missed you, love,” was all he managed to croak out before exhaustion hit him, nearly leaning on all of you with his weight to keep himself stable.

“i saved you something to eat, satoru,”

“oh, thank you. i love you,”

he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead after mumbling the confession, and shuffled his way into the kitchen. not even halfway in, his legs called it quits and he resorted to sitting down on the cold floor.

“i don’t think i’m moving from this spot”

“i’ll join you, honey,” you spoke softly, almost nervous that your words would shatter him. 

you leaned down and helped him take off his blindfold. he ran his fingers through his hair, eager to loosen it up and relieve the tension building. 

you notice a white box wrapped in delicate twine. 

“can i take that from you? where can i put this?”

satoru rubs the day out of his eyes. “anywhere’s fine. this shop near me today is known for its taiyaki. i couldn’t remember which filling you liked, so i got them all. we don’t have to eat them now”

satoru had watched you order taiyaki before, on numerous occasions. for a man who can remember every detail of orders from restaurants you like, there’s no way in hell he could ever forget which filling you preferred. chalk it up to exhaustion, maybe, or his own selfish intention of eating the ones you don’t like.

you grabbed the box and put it on the counter, silently.

satoru watched your every step as you carefully reheated the dinner you made. although, a puzzled expression crossed his pretty face when he saw you reheating two plates instead of one.

“you didn’t eat?” he asked, almost whispering.

“hm?” you almost didn’t hear him. “oh, no, satoru, how could i? i wanted to wait for you”

he rests his head on the cabinets behind him, gently pouting away from you.

“it’s late, love, you could’ve eaten without me.”

his voice was sincere, but you knew his words weren’t. eating alone would’ve been the straw that broke the camel's back, he realized, and he regretted his bold-faced lie the second the words left his mouth.

all you did was continue to heat up your plates, a soft smile adorning your tired features. satoru looked at you like you were made of an ornate and delicate glass, something precious to admire but never touch. you were almost a heavenly treasure, tonight especially, and he couldn’t help but watch in silence.

you grabbed your plates and sat with him on the floor, just enough to be close but not in his personal space. extending out your legs to get comfortable, satoru gently laced his long, spindly legs with yours. anything to be in your space.

“eat up, it’s hot,” was all you said.

satoru did as he was told, grabbing the plate from your hands gently so as to not burn himself.  

“thank you for the food,”

you sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying the meal you made and each other’s presence. usually, satoru is buzzing to tell you about work missions; the kind of curse, how his students did, if he had to dramatically save them (and how cool he looked doing it too). tonight was different. you’re not sure if something happened or if he was just too tired to even bring it up, but you still wanted to ask.

“do you wanna talk about your mission today, satoru?”

“mmm, there’s nothing to talk about, babe,” he added between bites, “it was super lame and long. i missed you the whole time, though”

“thinking about me with an ugly curse in front of you, how romantic”

“ah, hush, you know what i mean,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his leg against yours. “how about you, how was your day?”

you finish your meal and set your clean plate on the kitchen floor with a big sigh. 

“booooring,” you shifted closer to satoru as he finished up as well, “i had no work to do, so i just hung out here all day.”

“mmm, sounds fun though. a day to do nothing, i mean” satoru put his hand on your leg as he looked off at the floor. 

he wondered how he’d spend a day off. his first thought was to spend it with you, and the next, would be to take his students out. maybe to an expensive shop nobara wanted to see so he could spoil her a bit, or take yuuji to some movie he’s begged someone, anyone, to see with him. or actually, the day could be spent finding megumi a quiet bookstore in a quaint and cozy town so he can truly soak up some alone time.

naturally, his thoughts go back to you, and how you could spend the time together. god, the possibilities were just endless. a day trip? a movie marathon? a romantic day together filled with any type of date you’ve ever wanted? he didn’t care. a day in bed with you would be a day fulfilling and well-spent.

not once did he consider spending it alone. he was selfless like that, but also selfish like that. 

you grabbed his plate and stood up to put it in the sink, grabbing the pastry box on your way back to joining him on the floor.

“doing nothing is fun, i guess, until it really isn't. it’s lame being alone,” you say. you sit a little bit closer to him than before, throwing out your regard for satoru’s personal space. if anything, his hand on your thigh was an indication, a blinding one, really, that you should be closer to him.

satoru’s leg finds yours as his hands reach for the box. 

“what, you miss me or something?” 

his ridiculous question forms a reluctant smile on your lips. you look at him as he gently holds one of the taiyaki between his teeth, passing you the box and avoiding eye contact.

“hmm, maybe a little,” you answer, grabbing the box from his lap.

satoru takes a bite and looks at you, exaggeratedly offended.

his mouth is full.

“only a little?” 

“yeah. just, like, a teensy bit”

satoru sighs dramatically after he swallows his first bite.

“and to think i brought home your favorite filling too, from a famous taiyaki shop”

you meticulously pick out one of the crispy fish from the box, hoping you guessed the filling correctly.

“i thought you didn’t remember my favorite,”

satoru stops chewing for a second to mull it over.

“c’mon. did you really believe that?”

“hehe, no,” you giggle, “you’re not good at lying to me, you know”

“whatever,” he groans, finishing off his last bite.

biting into yours, you realize you picked wrong, and the taste of anko fills your mouth. you stop chewing immediately.

“blegh, i got a red bean paste filled one,” you moan.

“i’ll eat it, baby,” satoru grabs the fish and the box from your hands. he picks out another. “this one is chocolate filled, and this one is custard. i wasn’t sure if you liked matcha, but i got a couple of those too,”

you grab your favorite from the ones he pointed out, and scoot up to kiss him on the jaw.

“thank you, satoru, this is sweet.”

“i don’t even know how you function without liking anko,” satoru replies, “even if it’s a red flag, you’re so welcome,”

you both continue to eat your treats together, commenting on how the shop lives up to its reputation. satoru helps you to your feet as you begin putting the leftovers away for the night.

as you turn to the bedroom for your long overdue sleep, satoru doesn’t follow.

“coming to bed, honey?” you ask.

“i’m gonna clean up a little. you don’t have to wait for me,”

“leave it for the night, satoru, it’s been a hell of a day,”

if one person cooks, the other cleans. it was an unwritten rule in the household. satoru liked keeping a clean house to maintain a clear mind, but he was relieved to hear tonight was the exception.

he turns off the lights and finds you on his way to the bedroom.

“thank you for waiting for me tonight, my love”

“i only did so the food would taste better, you know,” you laugh back.

“i’d say it was worth it then.”

if only food could taste this good forever, could be this sweet, you would wait a million years just to sit with satoru on the kitchen floor.

all content © cinnamoneve 2023. do not repost, modify, steal, or copy without permission.

[khadgarbignaturals]

rating the shadowlands zones based on how fun they are to dragon fly in:

bastion: 7/10 not a lot of interesting verticality, but has rings in the sky that r fun to fly thru (notable spots- hero’s rest, eonian archives)

maldraxxus: 6/10 very flat. very few fun things to fly around and through, but flying through the mushroom forests and necropolises was fun (notable spots- forgotten wounds, seat of the primus)

ardenweald: 8/10 not much verticality but plenty of roots and branches and other things to fly around (notable spots- glitterfall basin, gormhive)

revendreth: 10/10 lots of verticality and ruined buildings and bridges to fly around. it almost feels like it was made with dynamic flight in mind. the whole zone is a treat to fly around (notable spots- the endmire, castle nathria)

all testing was done using evoker soar

[altheasmeadow]

in which unusual and rare words get used to create a story

Abaeile

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In Which Seungmin needs to piss someone off.

Accismus

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In which Joshua acts like he doesn't want affection but he definitely wants it.

Alamort

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In which Hongjoong is exhausted

Alexithymia

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Apodyopsis

In which Jake takes her mental undressing the wrong way

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Basorexia

1/4/2024

In which they can't resist the urge to kiss Sunghoon but try so hard

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Cafune

In which Jungwon is in need of head rubs

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Catharsis

In Which Niki helps the reader destress

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Cicatrize

In which hurting Beomgyu healed their pain

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Cigulomania

In which Yunho is a big loveable Giant

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Concupisible

In which Wooyoung learns he can be desired more than sex

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Cwtsh

In which They save Dino from his members with their embrace

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Drapetomania

In Which Minghao is apart of a forbidden love story

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Eesome

In which Yeonjun fawns over his lover

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Eonian

In which Jay can only love once

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Equanimity

In which Wonwoo is the calm in the storm

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Frisso

In which Hoshi and his partner love the adrenaline

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Ilugna

In which Lee know usually doesn't forgive a third time....this is just an exception

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Lisztomania

In which Han needs music and sharing it with his partner is all the better

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Monophobia

In which Mingi hates being alone

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Naz

In which Seonghwas knows he's loved even if he can't show his appreciation very well at the moment

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Nedovtipa

In which Yeosang can't take a hint

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Nepenthe

In which Seungkwan makes the darkness disappear

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Noceur

In which Heeseung teaches them to play games...all night long

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Phliocalist

In which Hyunjin loves his bestfriends visuals

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Quisling

In which the reader doesn't like Mint choco ice cream but Sunoo doesn't know

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Razbliuto

In which Jongho is happy to see his ex moving on

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Redamacy

In which San and his partner re so in love its sickening

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Tacenda

In which Maybe Chan should've spoken up when he had the chance

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Toska

In which she doesn't know why seeing cats hurts her soul so deeply

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In the process of making these stories I received help from @mini-mews and @hwasdollie

[devimayi]

I engraved my heart unto the pages of life, in recherche penmanship & perfect script.

Here, facing the sunset with you,

I find that LIFE indeed saw my letters, and passed it on the wind, towards you.

You are my eloquence, my ardour, my eonian dream, Kanha.

[springdandelixn]

Again

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41952342/chapters/106459449

Jorah x Daenerys

Summary: When Daenerys can’t seem to go on, Jorah is there to guide her.

Warnings: 18+, oral(f receiving)

Note: This story is part of my Jorleesi Smut Series: Eonian. Stories included in this series may or may not be connected with each other unless stated otherwise.

Her fingers grip tightly onto her sheets, her back bending against her feather mattress when a string of moans leave her lips. Her other hand reaches down to run her fingers harshly against his golden hair, lacing them through the curls on his nape and pushing him more against her cunt, offering him everything that she has to give.

She whispers his name into the air, the walls and the candles baring witness to their display of passion, his lips sucking harder on her slickened pearl while his finger thrusts through her folds in a shallow motion, pulling her closer and closer to the edge of the cliff and coaxing his queen to spread her wings like a true dragon and take flight.

“Please,” She gasps and pushes the heel of her foot against his shoulder blade, urging him closer to her mound, for him to fully thrust his finger deep within her core, to brush against that sacred place she hides deep within and for his lips to never leave her bud, to entice his tongue to roll against it and bring her into ecstasy.

But as he pushes his finger deep with her core, a groan elicits from his lips when her walls tighten around the muscle, her cunt clenching against it and sucking it further inside that when he sinks his finger to the hilt, his name comes out of her lips in a shout, the honey she offers flowing freely for him to drink.

“You’re so sweet, Khaleesi.” He mumbles against her cunt, his finger continuously moving in and out of her core as his tongue laps up her release.

She pants heavily against her bed, her muscles relaxing and going limp as she succumbs to her knight’s ministrations.

“No more, my bear.” She whimpers when she feels him add another finger within, feeling her walls stretch from the thickness and gasping when he starts to thrust them slowly, curling his knuckles as he pulls them out before slipping them back in. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can, Khaleesi.” He says in a low tone of voice, his lips finally leaving her mound then pressing them against her pelvis then her abdomen, his tongue tracing the curves and dips of her body.

And her body tightens afresh when he thrusts them deeper and faster this time, his tongue finding her swollen pearl once more and flicking against it, licking it and rolling the tip around it, which makes her back bend into a perfect curve, both her hands seeking refuge on the back of his head and pulling him closer once more.

She turns into a moaning mess, uncaring if her guards outside would hear or if even Tyrion or Missandei would bare witness to her undoing under the care of her most loyal knight, her knight who is always ready to please, who is always ready to bring her pleasure, who aims for nothing but to do her bidding, even when she doesn’t ask him to, especially when she doesn’t ask him to.

His growls fill her ears, both her legs hooking on his shoulders for leverage as she begins to buck her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, wanting him deeper and deeper, wanting him to consume her entire being, to have the flame within her to burn brighter than any star, or sun or moon in the sky.

“Jorah—” She chokes her name when his movements become erratic, the pads of his fingers poking on her sweet spot, again and again, relentless and eager. She feels her muscles tighten, the familiar pull at the pit of her stomach coming forth once more that she stills, her eyes blowing wide and her lips parting as her heart catches in her throat, her hands pulling harder on his golden curls as she’s once more brought into ecstasy.

She’s panting, she's breathless and she’s flying high up into the air. The pleasure her lover continues to give her always akin to when she mounts Drogon and soars up in the sky. Then she’s floating back down to the ground and she’s unafraid for she knows he would always be there to catch her, to bring her to safety in his arms and there’s nowhere she would rather be than with him. Always with him.

A sigh escapes her lips when she feels the hollowness of her cunt, his tongue slowly tracing her lips as he drinks up her nectar once more, never missing a drop, always taking everything that she so willingly gives him.

A tired smile then forms on her lips when she looks down and sees his blue eyes staring up at her, a seductive smile painting his lips before he presses them against her pearl once more.

“Again, Khaleesi?” He asks but she knows it’s no question to be thought of.

“Again.” And he flicks his tongue against her bud anew.

[gbhbl]

Album Review: N.Y. Fury - I Want It All (Eonian Records)

It’s an album with a lot of swagger. An album with plenty of attitude. An album with a lot energy, melody and groove. Perfect fodder to move to, to head-bang to and to have fun to.

N.Y. Fury is an American rock band formed in the NY/NJ Tri-State Area in 1980 by Gene Hunter (bass, songwriter). Known for their high energy, hard rock theatrics, and hard-hitting sound with a melodic commercial feel, the band took over the local scene in the mid-to-late 80s. Fast forward thirty-plus years, and the charisma and critical acclaim surrounding N.Y. FURY today have never waned. The…

[misku-nimfa]

Surprise! @arisukingdom I hope you enjoy your @kogkagsecretadmirer gift! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

[ao3feed-kogkag]

Empyreal Eonian

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54456727 by Stargazer898 An avalanche forces Kagome and Kouga to rely on each other as they are trapped within an unknown system of caverns. Words: 1221, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Higurashi Kagome, Kouga (InuYasha) Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/Kouga Additional Tags: Fluff, Snowed In, First Time, KogKag Secret Amirer 2024, kogkag secret admirer read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54456727