I Have No Time Now But I Must Read It When Im Home

i have no time now but i must read it when i‘m home

'AND STILL, WE STAND' NANAMI KENTO: PART ONE

summary. as a girl, you spent a lot of time dreaming about southron princes. the only problem is…none of those dreams consisted of marrying king aegon’s bastard son. | wc. 2k+

cw/ tw. arranged marriage, political marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, bastard prince nanami, mentioned past relationships, princess reader, original characters, game of thrones au, intended for 18+ readers

an. enjoy what i've stalled posting. also daemon is not to be confused with hotd daemon. this is daemon blackfyre:3 reblogs are appreciated!

On the morning of his arrival, your mother helps you into your best dress, Tully blue with lace trim, and sits you down at your vanity to put pins in your hair—a hairstyle to match those of King’s Landing. Lady Alys of Riverrun is a soft, gentle woman whose love runs long and deep for her children, but there’s fire in her eyes that’d sway the fiercest dragon when she whispers, “Family, duty, honor. Remember that, my sweet.” 

Those words play a steady drum in your chest when you stand in the courtyard with the rest of your family, your younger brothers restless from the heat and excitement about meeting a Southron prince, that it’s almost contagious.

Only, when he steps off his horse to stand before you—a train of black and red banners flying high behind him and Prince Daemon at his side—is he nothing like the princes from the songs.

(Not that there are any songs about Kento Targaryen that the people sing.)

“Your Grace,” Lord Tully greets, bowing with a hand at his chest. “This is my daughter.”

Your thumb presses into your palm when the Prince’s eyes sweep over you, stomach knotting uncontrollably.

There should be more joy in this moment, more of the girlish thoughts about golden-haired princes that often consume you, more hope that your union isn’t a tragic one. But doubt silences it when the Prince doesn’t kiss your hand or shower you with praises about your beauty aside from pleasantries and a solemn expression made of stone—never have you seen a man look more like he’s about to meet the Stranger than his future lady-wife. 

“My lady.” His body is stiff, and his lips are thin. The words sound stilted and almost burdensome on his tongue, heavy with unspoken disdain.

No, he’s nothing close to what the stories say about charming men with beguiling smiles. He’s rude, and you find he’d send your heart hammering in your chest with his soft eyes and broad shoulders if he didn’t scowl so much and often.

(Because there are no smiles for you.)

Love will come in time; that’s what your mother told you.

But he hardly seems to like you.

The disappointment lodges in your throat, and you do your best to swallow around it. This, you know, has always been your fate: the oldest do not marry for love, so the youngest might get the chance to.

Family. Duty. Honor.

You will do as duty commands. You will marry in front of the people, cloaked in black and red, and give the Prince heirs, even if it is not how you dreamt it.

At dinner in the Great Hall, you hear all kinds of whispers.

He's hardly a dragon, the bolder ones say. Bastard, others whisper under their breath. And in less than a sennight, you’re meant to call him husband; a broody husband who’s spent the remainder of the evening quietly staring into his mug full of ale and refusing to acknowledge your existence beside him.

It’s unbecoming of a prince, and you try not to let your displeasure show by drawing in an uneasy breath and raising your own glass to your lips.

After a few refills of Arbor Gold, you attempt to find common ground, to be civil, to test the waters of what it means to be a dutiful wife.

“I hope you are enjoying Riverrun, my lord.”

Kento’s fingers thrum along the table. “It’s not the capital.”

You purse your lips, hands bunching in your lap. “No, I imagine not. It smells better here, I should think.”

His mouth twitches, but there’s little humor behind it.

“You can call me by my name,” he tells you. “We’re to be married, after all.”

“Of course…Kento.” 

His name feels odd on your tongue, too intimate for what’s or what’s not between you; a gap wider than the Narrow Sea, and you’re unsure how to cross it.

(For your family, you’ll try.)

“I’m aware this isn’t a love match,” you say in hopes of breaking the tension, careful not to let your voice carry to your brother Brynden sitting two seats down the table. “But I hope we can learn to be.”

A scowl returns to his face, deeper when he turns to you, mouth twisting like he’d eaten something sour.

“What do you know about love?”

(Whatever you expected him to say—it’s not that.)

You don’t think they’re words meant to hurt, but they smart just the same.

“More than a bastard,” you hiss, regretting it immediately. It’s no outstanding feat to figure out King Aegon isn’t the best father, although nobody is brave enough to breathe that truth into existence. And you managed to remind Kento of this in so few words.

“No, I’m sure bastards know nothing of it.” And then he’s gone, disappearing from the hall without waiting for you to find the right thing to say.

Since you spoke your vows before the Septon, he hasn't smiled once—not that your husband is known to smile—or said a word to you. It leaves you with little else to do other than to think about the kiss he gave you what feels like hours ago, his lips softer than the barbs they speak.

“With this kiss, I pledge my love.”

“And take you for my lady and wife.”

“One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

It’s a wife’s right to think about her husband’s mouth if she wants and the look on his face after—dazed and somewhat rattled. He felt it, too; you know he did.

You’re careful not to touch your mouth afterward, but there’s a secret smile on your mother’s face during the feast as if she already knows.

(A kiss—you’re first outside of those on the hand from playing princess and knights as a girl—is much easier than talking because you’ve both become pretty good with sharp words.)

Besides the gruff declaration that there’ll be no bedding ceremony—the silent relief you’d felt about not having men rip at your skirts and carry you to your chambers—you watch your new husband brood in the corner from where you sit at the high table. His head nodding every so often to the Northern Lord at his ear.

You dance with your brothers to distract yourself, laughing when Brynden moves you around the dance floor with little grace and ruffling little Edmyn’s wild red hair when he tells you how beautiful you look in your silk dress.

“Can you believe I get to call a prince my brother?” he says, looking up from his feet to beam at you. “He said he’d teach me how to use a sword before you leave.”

“I’m sure Mother was pleased.”

He gives you a sheepish smile and stares at his feet again to count the steps. “I haven’t told her yet.”

“And your maester?”

He shakes his head.

You give a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Edmyn, what will we do with you?”

Another smile, this one wider. “Love me, I hope.”

“Always.”

There’s an ache in your chest for how much you’ll miss them, and you’re not even gone yet.

The next time you see your little brother, you wonder how much will have changed. He’ll probably be six, ready to practice the sword, almost tall enough to reach your chin, or eight and ten, and you’ll be dancing with him at his own wedding, both your brothers men grown. King’s Landing isn’t far from Riverrun, but that’s your home now; Targaryen first, Tully second.

You keep the quiver from your smile for Edmyn’s sake and let him twirl you around the dance floor one more time before you reclaim your seat at the high table. 

Alone, again. A new lord at your husband’s ear.

“I’d ask you to dance, but your feet must be tired by now,” a voice says beside you. Your head whips toward the sound, a tangled mix of curiosity and trepidation at finding Prince Daemon looking amused with his hip leaning against Prince Kento’s empty chair and watching the crowd twirl along the dance floor. Everyone seems to be enjoying the wedding festivities more than their newlywed prince and princess. 

A porcelain smile slips onto your face. “Apologies, Your Grace. Perhaps before the night ends.”

He waves a hand and takes a seat. “I doubt my brother would be too happy about me dancing with his pretty bride before he’s had a chance to do so himself.”

“He’d have to ask me first.” The words are out of your mouth before you give them much thought. Eyes round, heat instantly flushes to your face. “I’m sorry—”

Daemon shakes his head with laughter, though it does little to ease you.

“Don’t worry about my brother. He’s just upset.”

You purse your lips, knowing he’s secretly eyeing your every move, eager for weakness where you hope he finds none. “I’m sorry, your Grace?”

“Didn’t he tell you about the beautiful Highgarden rose who stole his heart?”

(What do you know about love?)

Something like jealousy swirls in your gut. “No. He hadn’t.”

He looks every bit like a dragon when he flashes an all too-sharp grin your way. “You should have seen him when he learned he was arranged to marry a little fish from the Riverlands.”

“Well, he agreed to this union, hadn’t he?”

“He did,” Daemon says. “Give him time, and maybe he’ll think of you instead when you fu—”

“Daemon.”

Your husband appears behind his brother, face unreadable. 

“Oh, little brother. I was just getting acquainted with my new sweet sister.”

“I’m sure you’ve achieved boring her instead,” he says gruffly, asking you for a dance in the same breath.

Daemon tips his wine glass toward you before you walk away. “Perhaps I’ll get that dance later, after all.”

Kento’s hand tightens around your waist, mouth pressed into a thin line.

No, he won’t. It’s unspoken, but it’s there in the way he leads you through two songs with a watchful eye on his brother. He only loosens his grip when Daemon takes an interest in a serving girl with long blonde hair and disappears from the Great Hall with her moments later.

“What did my brother say?”

You narrow your eyes, feeling your jaw clench.

“Nothing a lady should repeat.”

(What do you know about love? You want to ask the same question, but you’re fearful of his answer.)

A soft breath leaves him. “You shouldn’t listen to the things he says. He only means to get a rise out of people. He’s done it since we were boys using sticks for swords.”

It’s an olive branch you don’t take, your head still spinning with bits and pieces about a beautiful woman from somewhere in the Reach, though not enough to fill the blanks.

“So there isn’t a High Garden rose you’d rather be dancing with than me?”

His steps falter, and he looks away. “He shouldn’t have told you that.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“That isn’t his story to tell.”

“But it’s the truth,” you insist because you’re a glutton for punishment.

“What does it matter now?” he gets out roughly, meeting your eyes finally. “I’m married to you, aren’t I?”

You needn’t have asked the question, for the answer is written all over his face.

(More than a bastard. No, he might know a few things.)

For his heart will never be yours.

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ WHAT YOU NEED, GOJO SATORU

as much as your boyfriend gojo adores you, he never likes to give into you too easily especially when it means he can tease you a little longer.. atleast until he hears you beg for it.

summary. fem reader. creampie. a lot of teasing. a longer version of this post. edging. pet names; princess, baby. he calls you greedy affectionately. it’s still a little soft. wc, 2.1k.

note. this has been in my drafts since his birthday so i’m just clearing some stuff out. also, i miss him. i’m sorry this is barely proofread ᰔᩚ

your boyfriend gojo had always been some what of a tease, it was his own little way of loving you, always finding it somewhat rewarding when his efforts earn him one of your adorable pouts. whether it was little things like putting your belongings ridiculously high up so you couldn’t reach without him, or using his infinity to deny you of his kisses until you ask nicely.

but unfortunately, you weren’t immune to him, that’s why he was always so aware of the way a smile always threatened to pull at the corners of your lips and because of that, he always found himself smiling too.

sometimes gojo found himself thinking over his little schemes at work while his students were out training, mulling over ideas at his desk as he scrolled through your instagram feed. his free hand flicks at the edge of his blindfold before he lets it slap back along his pretty features— admiring you was one of his favourite little past times while he waits on you to reply to his text.

what will he do next to earn him one of those pretty little smiles that are reserved for only him? maybe even a few of those adorable little crystallised tears that clung to your lashes when his teasing was accompanied by the thick spread of his cock.

gojo groans at that, feeling the weight in his slacks rouse at the imagery of you beneath him— all pliant and pretty and begging for him, every tight, milking compression of your walls trying to lure out his load. you were always so greedy for it—

“oh?” the snowy haired sorcerer hums to himself as the realisation lingers, he offers himself a little relief with the press of his palm against his half-hard cock almost like a reward for his own genius thinking. he feels the weight twitch underneath his uniform slacks as his head drops back against his chair, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth to huff when his palm squeezes along the clothed shaft.

lucky for him and his impressive brain, gojo’s just got the perfect idea to pull the exact reaction he needs out of you. even if it means he has to suffer through the remainder of the school day teaching half-hard with only you on his mind, he thinks it’ll all be worth it when he gets to return home to you to execute his little plan.

maybe not so lucky for you though, not at first atleast.

but you’re oh so tempting beneath gojo right now he almost forgets about his little mission entirely.

you’re spread out on your shared bed, soft thighs hugging around his hips and the way your lips part to pant, to moan and whine for him has his cock throbbing from where he’s letting it press into all the saccharine, sweet spots inside of you. your eyes are lidded and blown, almost rolling back with every languid rock of his hips and above all else you’re so wet and tight and close. 

but you’ve been close for the better part of about thirty minutes now and gojo knows that. that’s why whenever he feels you getting a little too close, when the flames of your orgasm begin to lick at the base of your spine and your thighs twitch— he makes sure to deliberately slow down, to pull back like he’ll leave you entirely and let you see one of his more pink-cheeked, handsome grins when you’re trying to pull him back in, thighs and pussy squeezing so hard like you’re scared he’ll pull out too soon.

he won’t, he never would… but he likes seeing you want, need him to stay.

so now you’re so needy for release you’re sweating hard, trembling beneath the huge hug of his greedy palms as they press and squeeze into your body. he’s pulling you closer until you’re flush against him, chest to chest as he smears kisses along your jawline and cheeks— like he’s trying to crawl into your skin and keep you there and he’s so big, in every sense, you can barely breathe with every rock of his hips with yours.

“s-satoru, please—“ you stutter begrudgingly, your voice breaks under the weight of your own arousal but the trembling undercurrent is only emphasised by the deliberately deep kiss of gojo’s cock with his next thrust. he likes hearing the way every wet squelch has your breath catching, lungs trembling along with your body beneath him.

“oh, you want somethin’ princess?” his reply is smug, he almost sings it along your cheek as he smears another kiss across the skin before he’s pulling back to smile again. but you can’t even be mad because the blue of his eyes glows softly when he looks at you and the next press of his hips into yours is loud and clapping as your toes curl almost painfully at his sides.

“please..” you try again and for a second gojo decides to humour you, to let his palm squeeze at your hips to pull you higher — angling you in a way that lets his cock graze sinfully along all of the right spots. for a second, you think he might let you cum but by the time you feel it, eyes rolling back as the cotton fills your mind— you feel cold as his hands leave you and you’re leaning up to grab at his shoulders, leaving crimson mark along his pale skin to pull him back over you before he can pull out and leave and he lets you so easily. so deliberately.

“gotta tell me what you need, baby.” his voice is soft as he looms over you again, tender despite the way he’s teasing you because the way he moves you, fucks you and loves you was still limitless. you feel his lips graze along your cheeks again before they press a sweet kiss to the corner of your own.

you can hear your heart in your ears, but you still manage to turn to meet his crystalline gaze as he gives you a real kiss, humming before you feel him smile against your lips. but he coaxes the answer out of you with his next languid thrust as his cock presses deep. “‘toru, ‘m so close. l-let me cum.”

“hm, what’s that? don’t know if you’re ready yet.” gojo grins as he looks over you but you recognise the way he pulls back as a good sign when his hands fall to your hips to squeeze.

“i.. i am—ah!” another slow rock into you and the lewd squelch your pussy makes has him smiling wider, letting his eyes leave yours in favour of admiring the way your slick folds spread around him. he presses his hips flush against yours with his next thrust, making you twitch— gasp at how deep it feels like he reaches before he’s watching his wet withdrawal. your slick clings to the snowy hair across his pelvis and the image makes him groan before he’s swiping his fingers through the mess you’ve made to chuckle, slender digits teasing close to your clit.

“oh, all ‘f me? such a greedy girl, aren’t ya?” you feel yourself burn when his eyes lift to touch yours again and the look alone has you reeling. your pussy squeezes tight around him and despite your foggy mind you still notice the way it makes his muscled abdomen tense, his hand on your hips squeezes almost too tight as he hisses through his teeth. he can’t keep this up forever.

“my greedy girl, hm?” gojo hums again but there’s a carnal drop in his tone this time as his lidded gaze holds yours. his snowy hair is framing his handsome, flushed features and the look of him alone makes you feel so close despite the way it’s accompanied by the trace of his hand along your stomach. you barely notice until the next press of his hands is between your thighs as he swipes at your clit. “and this pussy’s so greedy f’ me too, ‘s that it, princess?”

“s-satoru, yes! p-pleasepleaseplease!” you’re louder now, begging and panting and he fucking loves you like this as he takes up a pace that’s a little faster, heavier. it’s an improvement from the slow rock he’s kept you at majority of the night but it feels just as intimate as his fingers bare down eagerly between your folds.

“nice and loud, baby. i can’t hear you.” gojo teases despite the want that weighs heavy in his tone, words like his own plea as he lets his fingers roll your puffy clit in sticky circles. his movements pair with the back and forth stutter of his hips as he digs your orgasm out of you — breathing hard when he feels your pussy throb around him for the nth time tonight. he’ll never get tired of this feeling, of the way you’re looking at him so adoring and beautiful. “you want more of me, ‘s t-that it?”

he’s done holding back now because he’s gotten exactly what he wants, he’s got you where he needs you. the crystalline tears gathering at your lashes are killing him, you’re pretty and fucked out and he wants nothing more than to bury himself in you, to feel you squeeze and tremble beneath him as you cum.

“need you, ‘toru. i love y-you, all of you—please!” gojo repositions his knees as he begins a pace that’s a little faster, needier until each smack of his hips is loud and clapping and every quick thrust leaves you breathless, beginning to lose his pace as he presses deep into your body.

“oh yeah? who am i to say no when you’re being s-so sweet f’ me.” he smirks but he makes sure to follow it up with an i love you as he gazes down at your fucked out features, leaning close to pepper you in more smeared, messy kisses.

“‘toru, gonna cum! fuck—“ you cry for him and gojo groans low as his hips press snug and tight against yours with the first, sudden, milking compression of your walls around his cock. he’s breathing hard as he coaxes and eases you through your eventual mind-numbing orgasm, the pleasure hitting you so hard and good after all of his teasing and edging that it almost hurts as you cream around him.

“wanted all of me, princess? yeah? s-so fuckin’ good f’ me.” he’s babbling but he doesn’t stop even when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss he fucks through you, feeling his cock finally throb inside of your soaked pussy as he gives into the needy coax of your body — rewarding you with the orgasm you’ve earned from him, the one you own.

gojo pulls away to kiss you as he cums, whining long and low against the soft press of your lips as he cums thick and heavy inside of you, every heavy rock of his hips pushing out his load as he fills you. he shudders when he feels your tongue push against his, he’s pressing more i love yous and affirmations between your lips and he almost pins you completely underneath his huge body as he continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy.

he only stops when you’re both gasping, but instead of pulling away he lets himself drop on top of you as he continues your kiss— it’s lazier now, soft kisses and pecks as he twists into you, leaving you drowsy and pliant when he pulls away to look at you again. still, he’s smirking and suddenly you’re reminded of the torture he just put you through as you consider thwacking the pretty grin off of him.

“you’re so annoying, ‘toru,”

“is that right? you were saying somethin’ different a second ago, princess. you a liar now?” gojo still manages to gasp dramatically as he sends you a pointed look and his dramatics make you roll your eyes, considering it’s all you can do with the way his huge body blankets you.

you couldn’t roll away from him even if you tried, you’re not trying to either when you feel his fingers trace wobbly hearts into your waist.

“you’re evil,” another kiss and you know he’s won when his eyes seem to glimmer smugly as you give into him so easily. but still because you love him, you let your arms circle around his shoulders as he leaves your lips to send you a dramatic pout with his next crystalline, puppy dog blink. although he can still barely hide his smirk as his eyes narrow.

“mmm, so mean. i preferred the pretty sounds you were makin’ a second ago. you gonna let me hear them again, hm?”

“satoru!”

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Ok here comes nothing..

Satoru talking to inanimate objects like coffee machine etc about you..both pre-relationship and in relationship.

satoru was a weirdo; that wasn’t surprising, a fun fact; it’s just who he was; new things developed throughout his life.

… one of those would be talking to “things.”

it’s not that weird when you think about it; we all think out loud, but he just went the extra mile talking to “things.”

satoru was always nervous when it came to you; you made him sweaty, always had him stuttering, and he was even nervous to get your number.

but he had to, by any and all means, have you.

so he did the best thing his mind could come up with… talking to his chair in his bedroom. the one he sat in whenever he had time to relax.

he sucked in air and closed his eyes, held them for 10 seconds, then slowly released them, looking at the chair.

his legs spread out, his elbows were on top of his knees, and his fingers were interlocked over his mouth.

“so… there’s this girl... FUCK!” his embarrassment clearly flowing through. he’s done this before, but actually sitting down and doing it was weird.

it took a couple of tries for him to actually sit and talk to the chair, but he did it, breathing in and out, then going straight for the goal.

“… she’s so great. the sparkle in her eyes makes me smile; i just… can’t get enough.”

his face and ears flushing, quickly covering his ears, and flopping back onto the bed,

screaming from embarrassment but a little bit of excitement.

after that talk with his chair, he finally asked you out, and bam, you’re on your second year of being together.

of course, all the anxiety and awkwardness didn’t go away, but he had his trusted chair to talk to.

his head swinging to the side behind the door to see if you left yet, quickly closing the door, and sitting down on his bed looking at the chair.

“bro sometimes i just get so... UGHHHH!!” he screams out, putting both his hands on the sides of his head and then pushing his hair back.

he sucks in a breath and releases it, shaking his leg and staring down at the chair.

“i just get awkward; i love her.” he laughs and gets up, tapping the arm chair looking at the ceiling.

“nice talk.”

the talking in his chair got less and less unless he had problems where he had no outlet to express himself.

Imagine...

That your cursed technique allows you to create an invisible and indestructible shield around your whole entire body and can even create the same shield for your allies.

And teen!Gojo always (always) has a comment to say about said technique.

"Please, my infinity is far stronger than your flimsy shield."

For years he's been saying this even as you have proven that your cursed technique could protect anyone. Even Riko and Geto. Even Nanami and Haibara.

Even when Gojo is fighting Sukuna, the two in a heated battle where only one could win while the other dies.

Adult!Gojo was strong there was no doubt about that, but still. You couldn't stop yourself from lifting up your hand. Your entire focus on Gojo as you activated your cursed technique.

"What the-"

Sukuna snapped his gaze towards you. His final attack towards the strongest having been neutralized and the King of Curses could only find himself smirking at you, "I knew I should of figured out a way to kill you before I took out Gojo."

All the while Gojo was still breathing. His hands coming down to lay at his stomach. His upper and bottom half still attached. Sukuna's attack was so fast. Gojo was sure it would have killed him, his infinity wouldn't have been able to stop it, and yet...

Your shield was able to withstand such a force.

What satoru says while talking you through orgasm !!! ૮ • ﻌ - ა

cw: fem reader, praise, encouragement, mentions of squirting

“all this for me?”

"that's it pretty, let it all out."

"have another left in you? no? i think you do”

"such a good girl moaning like that"

“j-jesus fuck y’r tight—suckin—sucking’ me in too good honey.”

“what a sloppy little cunt.”

"keep feeling good for me sweetheart."

“n-need to feel you let go, baby. g’na squirt for me?”

“fuuuc-ck, yea jus’ like that.”

“ ‘s beautiful when you make a mess, ya know tha’ sweetheart?”

“wan’ more? use your words baby..”

“ atta girl, what a sloppy lil cunt.”

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, era ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening sex