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narrycherries · 2 months
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Excerpt: [[Her lips hit mine and she didn’t stop. I could hardly breathe but I didn’t care one bit. If she killed me at least I’d die happy. Her hands roamed my body, scrapping and pinching my skin. She didn’t leave an inch of my reachable skin untouched.
“Harry.” She muttered my name quietly, I barely heard it.
I was all the way in her, her walls enveloped me completely. She clenched and I grunted in her ear. Her fingers found my hair and she started combing through my scalp like she loved to do. My mouth attached to the side of her neck and I bit down into her soft skin.
“You filled me up.” She giggled softly, her head turned slightly so she could kiss my ear lobe. “So.. so good, baby.”
Unexpectedly, a series of anxious thoughts washed through my mind. I leaned up and shook her hand off my head. Worry filled her eyes when I looked at her.
“What’s wrong?” She asked as I tried to pull out of her. She stopped me by grabbing my hips. “Harry.. you’re doing fine.”
“I.. I- um.” I couldn’t stand to look at her - I couldn’t let her see me like this.]]
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inmyheadsthings · 2 years
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If you ask her, she will tell you that she is fuelled by the sun. She will claim that she is most beautiful in the summer months when she can bathe in the warm breeze and relish in the fruit that the season brings and she can explore the world and spend her days near the ocean and she can be wild and free.
If you ask me, I’ll tell you that while the sun provokes the wild in her, the clouds turn her soft. I’ll say that I love her endlessly all year round but in those winter months when she becomes warmth to protect others from the cold, when her touch is gentle and her voice is soothing and her eyes are alight with wonder at the sky, I love her even more. I’ll say that on rainy days when the sun is nowhere to be found, you will find it in her.
- she is my sun and she is fuelled by her own glory
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cyikemen · 3 years
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"There are moments when a chance encounter becomes an encounter that will change you and stay with you forever." Read about what he thought about you... 3 more days left till they're gone... iOS: apple.co/2KPBxxb Android: bit.ly/2XNb9ud
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ikeromantic · 4 years
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Mitsuhide and the Maiden
This scene occurs in Chapter 1, before Nobunaga drags MC off to war
Azuchi was a hive of frantic activity. The Oda lord’s near death experience, and the lucky charm that pulled him from the fire were on everyone’s tongue. Mitsuhide could barely track the rumors that swirled through the castle and town. A mysterious princess, a ghost woman, even a kitsune pretending to be a maiden . . . no one seemed to know who the chatelaine was, where she came from, or how she wound up in Honno-ji the night Nobunaga almost died.
It was vexing to not know more than the common rabble. Mitsuhide could not credit any of the stories, but he had nothing better to explain the girl’s presence. He knew a few things for certain. One, the girl was surely the only reason Nobunaga escaped the burning building. Two, she was quite beautiful. And three, she was not from Azuchi or any nearby village. Her accent and mannerisms were strange to him. Her behavior was even more bizarre. A heady mix of naivete, bravery, intelligence, and profound ignorance. 
Mitsuhide suspected her appearance at Honno-ji was no coincidence. She was working with someone, but to what end? He did not know. Clearly, she had an agenda though. She was forging contacts with lords and their servants, setting suspicions to rest. Gaining their confidence as any good agent would.
Tonight the chatelaine sat with Masamune and Ieyasu, laughing and chatting as if she was used to the company of warlords and princes. And she had them wrapped around her little finger already. All of them, saving perhaps, Oda Nobunaga. He sat at the head of the table, his flat, dark eyes always watching.
“You shouldn’t have so many sweets before supper,” Ieyasu scolded. “I told you to stop bringing her treats, Masamune.”
“The lass likes them. Besides, it was only a bit of rice and fruit.”
Ieyasu turned to look the chatelaine in the eye. “If you need something to settle your stomach, don’t come running to me. You did it to yourself.” Then, added in a barely audible grumble, “Ginger tea helps.”
“Thank you, Ieyasu.” The girl practically beamed. The two warlords were wholly enchanted. 
Mitsuhide watched this same dance every night. Wherever the chatelaine sat was the center of the table, with warlords jostling to sit near her. Each catered to the girl in their own way, seeking her favor. Well, except for Mitsunari. He read at the table, his nose buried so far in a book that even the prettiest maid could not pull him out of it.
It would be out of character for him to pander to the chatelaine, though it might be the simplest way to interrogate her. Without riling Nobunaga, anyhow. Truthfully, he would have tried but every time Mitsuhide approached her, the girl practically ran to escape him. While he was chasing rumors of her, she must have heard rumors about him. Her door was closed to him, and he saw no way to open it yet.
“Why are you staring at the chatelaine?” Hideyoshi glowered at Mitsuhide from his seat beside Nobunaga.
“It is my job to gather information for our lord. I am surprised you are not watching her more closely yourself.” Mitsuhide arched a fine, silver eyebrow. It had the desired effect.
“I - she’s - don’t change the subject!” 
Hideyoshi was always fun to tease. His straightforward manner and mind made him an easy target. Now he was flustered and unwilling to admit his own obvious interest in the girl in front of his lord. 
Mitsuhide smiled. “I see. So you are keeping her under watch?” 
“To keep her safe!” 
Nobunaga kept his gaze forward, but spoke only loud enough for the two nearest him to hear. “Enough. Sit back and eat, both of you.”
“Yes, my lord,” they agreed almost in unison. Mitsuhide let the moment pass. There would be time to pursue the mystery of this maiden later.
Next: Interrogation Interrupted
Screenshot from route, text from me, all love to Cybird for these fantastic characters
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bibidris · 3 years
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